tiny tarts

alrighty.


so today, i woke up and took my sweet time actually rolling out of my bed. because i sleep on the bottom bunk of a bunk bed, and the top bunk is a little too close to the bottom bunk, i cannot sit up. so i actually use my elbows to propel myself, in a rolling motion, onto the floor. i usually end up landing on something.

anyway, when i woke up, i had a nice juicy bowl of raisin bran crunch, and brought my cell phone, my mp3 player, and the scarlet letter out to my backyard, where i spent about an hour reading and listening to music.

i have heard a few people, including my older sister, say that the scarlet letter is not a good book. that is a lie. not only does it have an intriguing plot, it is an interesting insight into human emotion. that sounded really very smart. okay, how about this? read it.

so then kati came over around noon and we went to the swimming pool for about two hours. it was quite fun. the shenanigans we get into. yes, good times. i love swimming. and seriously, i actually couldn't breathe from laughing so hard. we got a few odd looks. which is, of course, perfectly normal for us.

we came back to my household and decided to make tiny fudge tarts. they are rather delicious, only a few aren't so tiny. kati. gosh, her not-so-little tart actually overflowed with filling. in a big way.

then we watched some saturday night live vidoes on youtube, and then her mum came to pick her up. i talked with my little sister's ex-boyfriend on messenger for a while, which she hates. but brent and i have some actually halfway decent conversations. i then proceeded to get into an argument with both of my sisters, at separate times, within ten minutes. score.

and now i am trying to figure out how instant messenger works and playing computer scrabble.

well, quote time. hm...

"i am not afraid to keep on living. i am not afraid to walk this world alone."
-my chemical romance, famous last words

that is all. farewell.