Friday, August 4, 2006

Lying on the soft comforter she stared blankly at the shadows blinking on and off the walls from the figments on the television. It was on mute, but she was just too tired to get up and switch off the screen. She pulled out her journal and wrote her latest entry quickly and neatly in her minute and almost cursive handwriting.
Today was rather peculiar in a sweet and luscious way. Though words can't explain, it was just so oddly perfect, even though I was doing nothing. I suddenly have a strong desire for a cookie. Echo, Echo... we come, we go... I don't want to be just another.. Echo, Echo... Maybe tomorrow I'll get to go get school supplies, seeing school starts in ten days. I can't believe it's really happening. Tuacahn.. I'm so excited. And completely terrified. I just can't believe I really get to go. But anyhow. I need pencils. Pencils to draw with. Pens are for writing. Pencils are for drawing. The other night I dreamed about this pencil. Soft and black with no eraser. I was drawing on a wall... a wall that seemed so familiar, except it seemed that there used to be a window on it. But I was sketching. A huge leaf. Each vein and indention defined perfectly. But I couldn't erase. I would mess up, and I couldn't erase my mistake. I just kept going, slightly despaired at my failure, as I saw it. The more I drew, the more I liked it. The more I realized that I couldn't erase. The more ugly and brutal it became. By the time I was finished, I had to leave the room, for it started turning colours, and became a door. I wanted to walk through it. But I couldn't.. I was too disgusted. I totally don't understand that dream...
She glanced quickly at the clock, and decided she didn't feel like writing about the other adventures of the day. Like crawling around in the moonlit and cloud-strewn darkness with a small pink flashlight painting the numbers back onto trailer spaces at ten thirty at night. She didn't mind though, considering it was painting. She found her finest brush that did well for calligraphy-type typeface and elegantly added on the numbers in a dark green shade. Each number precisely three and a half inches high. She was really proud of her work.
Her thoughts jumped to her little brother. On Monday he was going to get his tonsils out. He was being brave and pretending that he wasn't scared. But she knew he was scared. It was cute how he tried to hide it. She was really proud of her brother. At the moment, he was fascinated with remote control objects. Whether they be tv's or little cars, he loved them all. Today in Wal-mart he saw a model of the Dukes Of Hazzard that was remote control, and also over forty dollars. He went nonstop all day, doing everything he could to earn money. I was really shocked. He earned all forty dollars within six hours. I don't know how in the world he did it. Mom said he worked nonstop doing everything for everyone. I'm proud of his motive to actually be able to do that...
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