oh kids...
while sylas may not be able to verbally complete a thought without stuttering/ getting really high pitched, his laugh is genuine and contagious. he sounds like ralphie from a christmas story. this evening we were playing the quiet game (suggested by misha) and every time he burst out in laughter. misha looks like an angel and gives her love at the perfect moments. she is smart and she is sweet. these kids are not my family in blood, but in every other way. december lends us another weekend in new hampshire together. perfect. unadulterated air and brisk cold will always be my favorite refreshment. tomorrow i'm off contract. pass the beer? maybe so. i'm also getting a hair cut and new glasses this week. oh my, i'm ready to leave. today provided me with free lasangua and hugs. oh my, i love my home. i come to this house every other weekend, and leave sick, yet i am never dettered. is that masochistic? tomorrow is senior night. be tehre 4:00 Platt high school. I will be honored for being an athlete. celebrations will ensue coupled with an assured victory. swimming is so beat. my stomach has hurt all day. good thing i have three days of school this week. i might get my nose pierced. i steal music.