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After watching Grave of the Fireflies, I settled down on the couch to see if there was something upbeat and happy for me to watch. Sadly, nothing but this American movie called Elektra. The whole thing made me cry, and they beheaded so many people for NO APPARENT REASON...
Then my dad came home from work, and stole the remote control from me and somehow managed to find a movie about that tragedy in America - 9/11. With the World Trade Centre. Well, that wasn't exactly uplifting, so I crept upstairs, and here I am.
It's spitting rain outside, but the clouds are swelling and looking very bloated and full of water. They're all grey, but I forget what that means.
I wish there would be a rainbow or two around here. Nothing but rainy, gloomy weather. This morning I woke up and it was medium temperature. I threw on some warm, breezy clothes in hopes that it would be warm out. For a whole of five minutes it was, and I immediatly dashed outside to play football with the stairs (Immediatly as in after I loafed for an hour). I got outside, but suddenly felt something wet fall on top of my head, and then my shoulders.
I thought; just because a few droplets of water are falling from the sky doesn't mean it will all clear up in a minute or two. Just a passing storm.
Big mistake.
It began to come harder, the harder it came the more it got in my eyes as I kicked the basketball (yeah, I know, why play football with a basketball? I can't afford a football and I don't feel like saving right now) against the stairs more desperately, my bare feet (again, bad idea? my trainers are all muddy and the souls are almost gone, and, again, I can't afford to buy new ones and I'm too lazy to save up) turning all red and getting covered in moss and mud.
Good thing I'm not my stepmother or at that point I'd probably be screaming my head off and freaking out.
But, of course, the ball decided to slide into a little alcove, right into a puddle, making it slippery. And I slipped, just catching myself with my hands but jamming my toe into the stair.
Wonderful.
And now here I am, my dad trying to win me back downstairs to watch some depressing movie on terrorism with boiled water mixed with nice-smelling herbs, watching the rain soak my garden and feed the plants.
 Tilly_Witch · Thu Jul 05, 2007 @ 08:54pm · 0 Comments |
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