Friday, December 16, 2011

I am reading The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett, I make sure I memorise the authors of the books I read so I can speak of good books with other people. The Secret garden is a good book because it makes me do as the characters say. For instance one particular character likes to breath in the fresh air because he likes to think it will make him live forever, so I read outside and I breathed in so deeply, and I felt content.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011


I just went to the supermarket. As I opened the door of my car to get out the smell of cigarettes hit me. Even though this smell is often rather disgusting and frustrating, this particular smell of cigarettes reminded me of going on vacation to lands that I am unfamiliar with. The good kind of unfamiliar, where even the supermarket is more exciting than my hometown. It's nostalgia, obviously.

Monday, December 5, 2011


loose threads

I bought an old shirt, and I cut it. It is not exactly how I thought it would be but, when does this kind of thing actually work out? I kind of like the way it has turned out. Precious is looking cute tonight.