September 11th, 2005

Rainbow || Rainbow northern lights.

Painting My Room.

Today was September eleventh. I didn't know that until I went to church and Quackie told me, heh heh. I didn't really feel all that sorrowful, though. I suppose I could feel guilty for that. I see the point in remember that awful day, but not in re-living the torment and other sour emotions. I mean, remembering will help us from letting it happen again. Feeling the emotions again won't, it'll just supply you with a bad day. Who wants that? Many people in this country might, but not me. I don't want that.

So I went to church, got Dunkin' Donuts for my only meal (haven't had much of an appetite), and went paint shopping with Mum. We're painting my room. I'm not telling you all the colors or plan; you'll find out when I take pictures. I already have the before pictures.

Anyway, Kate and Carla came to help out. We prepped it pretty well, and I started the painting. I put in all that corny 'hidden meaning' stuff by writing words/thoughts/names that are important to me, and then painting over them. I have a picture of what I wrote, as well.

It's my bedtime, so I'm going to go read and then SLEEP. School tomorrow, I'll be up bright and early! *Grins.* I know all of you love that cheery morning person talk. Pssht. I'm not a morning person. I'm just a person who can function in the morning. 'Night!

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