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Dear Diary,
Sorry for not writing in more than a month. It is now July 26, and I have been having fun. I got a BAD sunburn from [Ginger]'s party. It has turned into a deep tan, and it would be great except for these bathing suit strap marks.
I'm getting my back-to-school stuff ready. I am making all these "cutsie" things. I know I am anything but cutsie, but I mean to try. I know that leopards can't change their spots, but I will try. How will I do that is: Curl my hair for every schoolday, get daintier things for myself, like more stickers, loads of cute erasers, and more. Also, keeping my desk neat would be good.
The other day, I thought I saw [Galadriel] from the top at Lamonts, where Mama was getting me new clothes, and hunting for a bra. We finally found one, and while we were in there I thought I saw Brent [last name], one of our neighbors, and his mom. He was in my class, and after we found some bras to try on, and I saw his mom, I thought I would die! Mama had told me to carry them, along with the pants we had found, so I stuffed them under the pants. Of course, Brent wasn't there, and didn't see me, I hope. If I hadn't done that, I'll bet he would have seen me with the bras and I would have died.
[Ginger] is moving at the end of the summer to Juneau.
[Galadriel] is going on a trip for a month.
It is 10:19 pm. I have to get to sleep!
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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