I didn't know
Clueless was based on Emma. Silver screen fanfiction. Cool.
Just a reminder: Smarter Than Your Average Kitty,
The Wrong Choice, and
Tis the Season have all been entered in the Donard Publishing Short Story Competition. To vote, send a blank email to
story###@donardpublishing.com. Fill in the story number ("Smarter" 262, "Wrong" 263, "Season" 264) before sending. Thanks in advance for your support.
Rain today. The blistering heat of the past few days is gone now, and I for one am grateful. It seems like the air conditioning affects me more when it's hot outside. I have to close the vent in my room to keep from shivering
all the time. And I haven't worn shorts in several days, because my legs get so cold. I get goosebumps with the slightest breeze. It's really annoying. You know, I never got back the results of that blood test a couple of weeks ago. It's not that I
want to be anemic; it'd just be nice to have a medical explanation for why I get so cold. Something other than, "I just do."
I'm not sure how to change the Blogger settings anymore (new options with the new layout on the editing screens), but there's another entry from yesterday down below the first one. It's set to post reverse chronologically by day, but apparently not
within days. Must fix that.
In
the entry where Mykella quoted me, she also linked to
this site. It has the coolest domain name, so I made a mental note to check it out sometime. I finally got around to it today. Very cool site. Gorgeous design. I love reading the very opinionated blogs of
total strangers. An odd thing to love. But not unusual. At least, I don't think so.
It will be interesting to see what Courtney and Ryan are like when they grow up. They're pretty close right now. It must be the age difference: only four years, while there's 6 years between me and Courtney. Sometimes, like right now, I observe them as I do other things. Courtney always takes control. If they play Roller Coaster Tycoon, she sits in front of the keyboard and controls the mouse, "helping" Ryan with his park. If they get online to play
NeoPets, she has to do everything for him because he can't read well enough to do it himself. If they play school or house, she's always the teacher or mother. They leave such a mess in their wake, like a tornado. I have to pick up behind them; that's what I get paid for. That, and making sure they don't seriously injure each other or break anything. Since they don't go near the schrank (German-style knick-knack cabinet) upstairs, it's not as difficult as it could be. I just wander through the house after them. I turn off extraneous lights. I pick up bits of trash they leave lying around. I return boxes of food and half-drunk sods to the kitchen. I close the green room door so we don't waste money cooling it. I put their drawings and website passwords into stacks, to make the disaster area less cluttered. Then I retreat, back to the computer, or to the porch to read, or to my room, my sanctuary. A few hours later, before my parents get home from work, I emerge and do it all over again.
How long till school starts?
