001; Introduction to ..Elmyra?
Mom (Elmyra),
Yes, I did just address my journal to a woman who has yet to figure out how to work a computer, never mind one of these! However, I've been urged by a girl in my Philosophy class (we share notes) to "check this out." I finally did, as anyone reading this can see. Since I spend most of my "writing" time writing to mom, and since I often end up writing pages that she feels obliged to try to reply to entirely but can't, I thought, oh! I'll just continue writing her, but letters of a more manageable length, and meanwhile, dedicate this little place to her. I'll show her at Spring Break! It's her own "e-book" of Aerith, and come on, who wouldn't want one?
I bought a new potted plant today. The window ledges are getting crammed, but I can't help it! It's a spider plant. They're really neat; the leaves grow out from a center very splayed-like, and what often happens, is the leaves grow their own little off-shoot buds. You can cut these off and put them in just small containers of water, and they'll grow like that until they're big enough for a pot. When the weather gets rough, the plants are fine inside!
Was the ski trip fun? I had waaay too much work to do to even consider it, and besides, I'm laughable on any slope! My dad once took us to a resort and I crashed into a rope diving a bunny hill from the rest- knocked the air right out of me! I had a bruise on my stomach for a week! They said I was too enthusiastic for my lack of skill and I'm not so good at stopping. The next day, when I'd tried to tackle an advanced-beginner's slope I had to be rescued by the patrol, as I became too careful, and kept falling down besides. So, mom forbade me to go on this one. I could have anyway, but she claims she's getting gray hair, so I decided to be a good girl and do my work.
I think I should be disappointed if I hear the trip wasn't any fun! Which probably doesn't make any sense, I know, but let's call it empathy-pains. Or is it sympathy-pains? I don't know what to tell you, if it was boring. People say if you're bored, then you're boring, but of course I'd never imply that! ..Well, much. Only in the nicest, most well-meaning way!
My nails look disgusting! That, I suspect, is my cue to go pick them clean. So, there! I've got one of these. I'd feel accomplished, except, this will probably end up being a way for me to avoid work. Hee, I'm so counter-productive. I deserve it, though; I didn't go skiing!
Do you sign these? I suppose it's not signing if you're typing, but, anyway, why not? I like my name! It won't hurt anyone to see it.
-Aerith Gast
Yes, I did just address my journal to a woman who has yet to figure out how to work a computer, never mind one of these! However, I've been urged by a girl in my Philosophy class (we share notes) to "check this out." I finally did, as anyone reading this can see. Since I spend most of my "writing" time writing to mom, and since I often end up writing pages that she feels obliged to try to reply to entirely but can't, I thought, oh! I'll just continue writing her, but letters of a more manageable length, and meanwhile, dedicate this little place to her. I'll show her at Spring Break! It's her own "e-book" of Aerith, and come on, who wouldn't want one?
I bought a new potted plant today. The window ledges are getting crammed, but I can't help it! It's a spider plant. They're really neat; the leaves grow out from a center very splayed-like, and what often happens, is the leaves grow their own little off-shoot buds. You can cut these off and put them in just small containers of water, and they'll grow like that until they're big enough for a pot. When the weather gets rough, the plants are fine inside!
Was the ski trip fun? I had waaay too much work to do to even consider it, and besides, I'm laughable on any slope! My dad once took us to a resort and I crashed into a rope diving a bunny hill from the rest- knocked the air right out of me! I had a bruise on my stomach for a week! They said I was too enthusiastic for my lack of skill and I'm not so good at stopping. The next day, when I'd tried to tackle an advanced-beginner's slope I had to be rescued by the patrol, as I became too careful, and kept falling down besides. So, mom forbade me to go on this one. I could have anyway, but she claims she's getting gray hair, so I decided to be a good girl and do my work.
I think I should be disappointed if I hear the trip wasn't any fun! Which probably doesn't make any sense, I know, but let's call it empathy-pains. Or is it sympathy-pains? I don't know what to tell you, if it was boring. People say if you're bored, then you're boring, but of course I'd never imply that! ..Well, much. Only in the nicest, most well-meaning way!
My nails look disgusting! That, I suspect, is my cue to go pick them clean. So, there! I've got one of these. I'd feel accomplished, except, this will probably end up being a way for me to avoid work. Hee, I'm so counter-productive. I deserve it, though; I didn't go skiing!
Do you sign these? I suppose it's not signing if you're typing, but, anyway, why not? I like my name! It won't hurt anyone to see it.
-Aerith Gast