I never seem to be on the computer anymore. Only in passing, while Nate's on. Or here and there when I'm looking for something, or checking email. I don't know, I feel like it matters, but I don't know why. I suppose I feel neglectful, or somesuch ( Read more... )

I REFUSE TO BE TAGGED BY YOUR GODLESS GAME.

Love,
Anna

Thanksgiving's all done, wheee, now there's Christmas to worry about. BUT CANDY CANES!!!

I got Charlie and the Chocolate Factory from my Stephy for Thanksgiving, and candy canes from my Sarahbear. Hooray! They're so cute. Stephypoo and Sarahberrie, I mean.

Learning new things, every day!

A million and a half miles to drive this week.

Emily is a jerk.

STOP PRESSING BUTTONS.

... now she just needs to learn to read.

Starting is more than half the battle. To see void, and desire it filled. There’s immediacy to it, a drive. To find the shape of the void, to find the contents that fit its shape - this is the rest of the battle. From there, the world is at your feet. But, what does this matter ( Read more... )

Oh man, what a day! It's so pretty. I danced, in the leaves, a little ( Read more... )

No, that's not for biting. You can bite your shoe. Look, right there. Bite it. Your shoe.

Maybe I should take a nap.

Also, not eat all the cookies.

Hm.

Trying to get back in the habit of writing again. Man, how annoying. It's been alright though. It's starting to feel more natural again. Reading too. Just good in general I suppose.

Emily's birthday party's coming up. You're all invited if you want to come out to Ohio. Or, you know, send gifts.

Sometimes people are really mean to me. And I just want to hit them a lot. But instead I cry a lot. And tell all my friends, so they can be sad with me. Often, we have elaborate plans to kill mean people, but for some reason we never carry them out. I think my friends hate me. They're probably just making fun of me behind my back ( Read more... )

So happy!