2.06.2009

April Treehouses

Oh, April.

My sister has warned everyone not mention the "A word" around me. :P

Probably because I squeal and dance every time it's mentioned. That and the number Nine.

Oh...

I just connected some dots.

Ahem.

I wrote a Cinquain today and called it just that:
Dear God,
I’m glad that You’re
everywhere and I’m not.
Tell Gabrielle I said, “Hi.” Love,
Irene.
As far as any earth-shattering thoughts, I have none.

Maybe I just like the snow. And soft, sundsy sponges.

And the gravelly, surprising voice and musical style of Vladimir Vysotsky.

Oh. And my arm has swollen up randomly two days ago. I think it's the muscles that are hurt, but I don't know.

Oh! I have some good news. My purity ring hasn't been lost for a good two weeks now. :)

Oh...no. I have to get up early tomorrow morning. -.-

And the morning two weeks from tomorrow.

I think that, in the future, everyone will live in trees in an effort to further save resources. Entire cities will be moved underground, with doors coming out of tree roots. Vacations will be taken to the place where the treetops touch the skies.

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