You Stupid Whore

I feel like I have been moving in extremely slow motion all day. Like there should be something, but there is not. I don't know what I'm talking about.

You need to load "Adagietto from Symphony Number Five" (which is how it shows up on my computer) from your illegal downloading system. It is the most fantastic song in the entire world, and you will now appreciate with your newly developed taste in classical music.

A space race sounds like great fun. I don't know if the US will come close, however, and I might just have to cheer on Switzerland, where I will hopefully be residing.

I think your being physical is just you, just as I am not entirely a physical person. Possibly we were born that way, but I think it has more to do with the way we were raised. Who knows? I don't recall my household being too touchy, nor do I remember it being too "get-away-from-me".

The Little Turtle is a short story about a lonely (and little, apparently)turtle named Marcy who is searching for a friend. Her family died, and she spent her spare time walking on the lake alone. She goes to all these different animals and asks them if they will be her friend, but the frog, the fish, the alligator, and the goose all tell her that they cannot be her friend because they look nothing alike. Then she finds a duck with her babies who welcomes Marcy into their unconventional family. At the end, it says, "Marcy had a family and friends now. She lived a long happy life but never found her real family. The end." Isn't that bittersweet? I honestly think it is a pretty good story. I think I will do the illustrations, but I'm not sure how. You can help, oh artistic one.

AH! We get free tickets to the symphony at the park. I love going; it's so soothing and happy.

That was a witty comment from your mom. A little sad, however. It sounds like mine (who asked how my friends liked it and was like, "what did Abby say?" I told her you loved her and found her hilarious. "As she should," she replied and then turned around to fold clothes...it was pretty funny).

Innocence is the lack of knowledge of the terrible things in the world, not everything. Or innocence is when you ignore the negative things, which is worse. We have to lose our innocence or else we will have no way of knowing what is wrong with the world, therefore having no reason to fix these problems.

I have never noticed who is comfortable and who is not. Comfortable to talk to, yes. Comfortable to lean your head against? Nope.

Cuzunkkle is a good word. Maybe it will someday be part of the dictionary like that book with the pen we were talking about.

Nobody ever grows out of his or her question phase. There is no such thing as a question phase.

Hmmm..."deal with you"? That's okay. I'd rather not.

Five things I want to do over the summer and how I will accomplish them:
1. Drive to Chicago with my friend Emily. I promised her that we would sneak there and lie to our parents. She has probably forgotten, but I have not, and one day in June, I'll show up at her house with some bags and say, "Let's go" and that's it.
2. Meet Shari Elf. This will be accomplished by your driving us to California or wherever she is at the moment (can you tell I like road trips?). We will have our t-shirts, posters, and other Shari Elf merchandise in the trunk at easy access. I also want to see the knit museum.
3. Find a job. It has to be done. Some sort of money has to be made. Where, is the ultimate question.
4. See one of the outdoor movies at the Art Museum. You have no idea how long I have wanted to; it is crazy. We always seem to miss them, however. This summer will be the summer.
5. Catch up on my old movies and classic novels. I also say this every summer, but whenever I read something or watch something, there is always something else to add.

I must say, I am a fan of spaghetti night. I am also a fan of showering when it has been a while. I feel so clean! Is this why you wait a couple of days? To receive the awesome satisfaction of reaching cleanliness?

Oh, life. What is this?