It is so very early in the morning...
Sometimes when I read certain books, I want to steal a car and run away. I finished reading the Memory Keeper's Daughter, and I considered taking all my money and leaving my house. But then there's the problem that I don't have my license, and the only place to run is like Alberta. And I'm sorry, but that's just sad. I've also found when I read some books, everything I say and do for a while afterwards is very deliberate. I always think very carefully about what I'm going to say next, and I don't really know why that is.
I went to the library today, and none of the computers were working, so I had to find everything by myself, GASP. It's difficult when there are seven floors, and you don't know where anything is. I tried to find Lord of the Flies, but all I found were about a million essays ON the book. No copy of the book itself. Which is just stupid - I can't read any ESSAYS without reading the book first, can I??!! Come on. I also got a book by William Goldman (just because the Princess Bride is one of my favourite books ever, and I felt like I owed it to him), a Writer's Guidebook (which was very boring - it was all about grammar, which I'm not really interested in), and Wuthering Heights, because it's on the AP lit reading list that Mr. Dewar emailed me. I really just adore the downtown library - I think I could live in it and become some sort of wild child who lurks between the stacks.
I have to babysit again tomorrow, and if they are anything like they were the last time I watched them, I will probably take a small switch to their TENDER HIDES. No, that was mean. They are such cute kids, and I love them all very much. They were just a tad unbearable last time.
Today I remember something I haven't thought about in a long time, and it really makes me wonder about myself. When I was eleven or twelve, I went to feed my hamster in the kitchen, and I shook the cage gently like I always did, to make sure that she was still alive. Except she wasn't, because she died. But instead of running outside to tell my mom, who was in the garden, I just didn't say anything, and left her in her cage until a few days later, my mom told me that my hamster was dead, and I was appropriately sad. Looking back, I think I was embarrassed to go to my mom, and I was embarrassed to acknowledge the fact that my pet had died. I don't really know why, it wasn't my fault or anything, my hamster was really old. But I was. It's a little strange.
Last night I had a dream that I was tap dancing on water. But eventually my feet went through, and I sank. Whenever I'm underwater in dreams, I never drown or anything, because I always remember that it's not real, and I just breathe normally. So I wasn't drowning, I was just sinking, but the water was very deep. I think basically my whole dream was me just going farther and farther away from the surface, it was a little boring.
I went to the library today, and none of the computers were working, so I had to find everything by myself, GASP. It's difficult when there are seven floors, and you don't know where anything is. I tried to find Lord of the Flies, but all I found were about a million essays ON the book. No copy of the book itself. Which is just stupid - I can't read any ESSAYS without reading the book first, can I??!! Come on. I also got a book by William Goldman (just because the Princess Bride is one of my favourite books ever, and I felt like I owed it to him), a Writer's Guidebook (which was very boring - it was all about grammar, which I'm not really interested in), and Wuthering Heights, because it's on the AP lit reading list that Mr. Dewar emailed me. I really just adore the downtown library - I think I could live in it and become some sort of wild child who lurks between the stacks.
I have to babysit again tomorrow, and if they are anything like they were the last time I watched them, I will probably take a small switch to their TENDER HIDES. No, that was mean. They are such cute kids, and I love them all very much. They were just a tad unbearable last time.
Today I remember something I haven't thought about in a long time, and it really makes me wonder about myself. When I was eleven or twelve, I went to feed my hamster in the kitchen, and I shook the cage gently like I always did, to make sure that she was still alive. Except she wasn't, because she died. But instead of running outside to tell my mom, who was in the garden, I just didn't say anything, and left her in her cage until a few days later, my mom told me that my hamster was dead, and I was appropriately sad. Looking back, I think I was embarrassed to go to my mom, and I was embarrassed to acknowledge the fact that my pet had died. I don't really know why, it wasn't my fault or anything, my hamster was really old. But I was. It's a little strange.
Last night I had a dream that I was tap dancing on water. But eventually my feet went through, and I sank. Whenever I'm underwater in dreams, I never drown or anything, because I always remember that it's not real, and I just breathe normally. So I wasn't drowning, I was just sinking, but the water was very deep. I think basically my whole dream was me just going farther and farther away from the surface, it was a little boring.