Jess

I’ve had this dream of being in a room made of glass.

I sat in this room, staring, never moving or touching the glass.
Though I wanted to (how much I wanted to). I felt like someone would come out and say, “That’s wrong, that’s my glass.” It’s weird, but I had the largest desire to shatter the pieces. I wanted to get everything out. I wanted to scream and stomp and make a big scene.
But I didn’t.
I still want to.

Pumpkin Chunkin Day
I suppose this might mean that I should have thrown it away. I’m not sure so I did the funner thing and slammed it on the ground and stomped on it… I almost felt bad because it had a carved picture of my favorite pet who passed away a few months ago. But I think it was okay because the pumpkin was rotting, and I’m sure Kiki would have liked for me to relieve some stress.

November 7—International Tongue Twister Day
(tomorrow)
I started early and found a few fun ones:

Mr. See owned a saw.
And Mr. Soar owned a seesaw.
Now See’s saw sawed Soar’s seesaw
Before Soar saw See,
Which made Soar sore.
Had Soar seen See’s saw
Before See sawed Soar’s seesaw,
See’s saw would not have sawed
Soar’s seesaw.
So See’s saw sawed Soar’s seesaw.
But it was sad to see Soar so sore
Just because See’s saw sawed
Soar’s seesaw!

A skunk sat on a stump. The stump thought the skunk stunk. the skunk thought the stump stunk . What stunk the skunk or the stump?

A Tudor who tooted a flute
tried to tutor two tooters to toot.
Said the two to their tutor,
“Is it harder to toot
or to tutor two tooters to toot?”

A tree toad loved a she-toad
Who lived up in a tree.
He was a two-toed tree toad
But a three-toed toad was she.
The two-toed tree toad tried to win
The three-toed she-toad’s heart,
For the two-toed tree toad loved the ground
That the three-toed tree toad trod.
But the two-toed tree toad tried in vain.
He couldn’t please her whim.
From her tree toad bower
With her three-toed power
The she-toad vetoed him.

You’ve no need to light a night-light
On a light night like tonight,
For a night-light’s light’s a slight light,
And tonight’s a night that’s light.
When a night’s light, like tonight’s light,
It is really not quite right
To light night-lights with their slight lights
On a light night like tonight
(Hence the reason for the LumiLove night light picture)

I thought a thought.
But the thought I thought wasn’t the thought
I thought I thought.

Babbling bubbling band of baboons—The Weasleys from Harry Potter

More here:) http://www.indianchild.com/tongue_twisters.htm

Because I’ve been obsessively checking it lately, feeling guilty that I haven’t recieved a letter from her. I need to be okay with this and realise that this isn’t my fault: I didn’t choose for her to contact me after fourteen years. I shouldn’t feel guilty for telling her how I felt…

And this is the only reason why I check my facebook eighty percent of the time. I’m wasting my time, my energy, and my spirit keeping up with her.

Hence, I only need to get on it to talk to the people who really care for Me. And with this being said, I can just call those people or text them. I don’t need facebook.

No more facebook checks for a few days (at least). The End.