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My concern turns to worry, and that worry tends to turn me into a distracted monster that lashes out unexpectedly. I commend my friends for sticking with me so long...I dearly wish I could have more control over my actions.
Yes, I know the whole 10 seconds things and blady blah blah, but that's not working for me.
My small pouch lays next to me, and I stare at it, bored, and remember the tale of how I had gotten it...or rather, made it.
It was all kelsie's idea. She'd signed me up for something (again) and we went to knitting class. I've tried it before, and it's been a disaster.
This class ended up in a disaster, though it was a funny one...ah the tale of funny disasters...
My wings are clipped. I cannot say what I want, do what I want (good things) or think when I want. I must have everything arranged just so in this horrible society,and be judged by everything I say.
I hate this world, where everything must be clipped, including my wings.Especially my wings.
I scrunched up my face as I examined the additive salt. It's quite a facinating object, containing two deadly poisons to end up making this stuff that people add regularly.
Sodium (Na) plus Clorine (Cl) = table salt.
werid and cool.
I am the secretary of Future Cities group, which means I'm supposed to write everything down. I guess I'm also the person who goes overload on researching and coming up with some cool ideas w/ my mum.
Being a secretary is actually pretty fun, since I can prove my mum wrong about my handwriting.
I love Future Cities.
Those fragile little animals. Cute, always found as the unfortunate accidents. They're the picture of innocence. Little fawns are the inspiration of their color, fawn brown.
Juswt going over and over and over....you get the idea. Repeates kill me. I hate repeats, unless it's something I'm reading. I just love repeating books. I hope that someday, I can bear these things in class.
Something received as a result of a rule broken, or some sort of justice. Sometimes, it's deserved, other times, it's a oppotunity to inflict pain.
Daja, one of my favorite book characters, is the outcast of where she was born, the Traders. However, she earned back their respect and a place in the caravan by saving lives.
Casting a line in fishing is just plain hard.
Stopping the flow of blood, stemming it. Gah, I quite hate nosebleeds. They're more trouble than they're worth. Always.
The part of the flower that holds the head up, it's the part that's most often eaten in vegetables.
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