Cleaning
Cleaning cleaning cleaning. Much not fun at all! I have too much stuff. My room isn't even really that big! It's amazing how much stuff I have. I have old papers from when I was a little kid because I don't throw anything away. It's really weird sometimes, going through old stuff. It's sad and happy and just generally crazy at the same time. There's this postcard I have from my best friend as a kid. It has a picture of an old waterwheel on the back and says "Hi Emma, Be there in one more day. I picked this card because we play cowboys and it reminded me of the west. From Brandon." When I was little it probably made me happy, excited even to look at it and see that my best friend sent me something. But now I think about it and I wonder whether he ever wanted to send it at all. I had a great childhood, but I've always been too gullible by any standard.
There's a lot of other stuff. Old pictures of me, drawings my sister did, a lot of letters from Sarah. I think we used to be close, but I really don't remember. I think I'm probably closer to Nell now, but she's closer and Sarah's been gone for a really long time. I still want her to move to providence. Even when I go off to college, at least I'd have summers with her then. And LA is far away from everywhere I'd ever want to go. Half youngest half only. Sigh.
Got a 2010 on the SAT. Not sure whether I'm going to take it again or not. I probably will. My dad's dissapointed, which is really weird actually. He's usually fine with whatever I do as long as I try. Eh. Whatever. Back to cleaning now.
I miss Paris.
There's a lot of other stuff. Old pictures of me, drawings my sister did, a lot of letters from Sarah. I think we used to be close, but I really don't remember. I think I'm probably closer to Nell now, but she's closer and Sarah's been gone for a really long time. I still want her to move to providence. Even when I go off to college, at least I'd have summers with her then. And LA is far away from everywhere I'd ever want to go. Half youngest half only. Sigh.
Got a 2010 on the SAT. Not sure whether I'm going to take it again or not. I probably will. My dad's dissapointed, which is really weird actually. He's usually fine with whatever I do as long as I try. Eh. Whatever. Back to cleaning now.
I miss Paris.