I was recognized today, on the street, "hey, you're that girl with the journal online! mc lake eerie? you know. we should hang out sometime, blah blah..." and I got a letter from a cool 14 year old, but when I pondered it I was depressed to think that Sam, my sister, at 15, will probably never be as intelligent or sensitive as this stranger.

repeatedly, I have these dreams in which I live at home again, and my family is preparing for a trip. We're never coming home again, so grab that birdcage and wipe your sister's nose! they have the worst quality about them. I would say all that there is to say but for the fact that my cat, george, keeps walking on the computer, so it's time to embrace him and bite his ear off.

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