The Sylvia Plath story is told to girls who write. They want us to think that to be a girl poet Means you have to die. Who is it That told me All girls who write must suicide? must suicide, must suicide. I've another good one for you, We are turning Cursive letters into knives.
Friday...
I didn't go to school on friday because my mom wanted to spend time with me. it was A LOT of fun :) . we went to the park, and we went out to breakfast at IHOP. i always have a lot of fun with my family. we are incredibly close. i have a lot of pictures so make sure to click the link. they are mostly of my family.
Mary:
![](http://img8.photobucket.com/albums/v23/Honestee/Family/Mary/ee6d4209.jpg)
[we are such losers]
Grace:
[once again, we are really popular]
Anne:
Joe:
ugly Sara:
[ew]
[i'm so cool]
[mary = cute. sara = yuck]
Saturday...
Well, i was supose to see adrian but he couldnt come. so me and my mom hung out again. we got babysitting. we saw The Passion of the Christ and i cried throughout the entire movie. so was my mom heh. then afterward we went to the mall for a bit and i got 2 new eyeshadows [from mac], new black eyeliner, and electric pink lipgloss. really cute. then we got chinese food and then we went home. i had a lot of fun. me and my mom have been hanging out more. she's a cool person :) here are some pix of me in the morning:
Tally Ho!
nothing else happened. i dont know what i'm doing tomorrow. i think i'm just going to go and paint and stuff. anyway, take care everyone. ta ta.