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Terror, Tantalization & Tennis
Ok. First off, yay me: I finished the entire Golden Compass Series. I was only supposed to read the first one, for school, but...I read all 700 pages today to finish the other two books. It was actually fairly insightful. They are what I call 'theologian fiction.' Also known as theo-fi. The opposite twin brother of science fiction, sci-fi.
I made brownies out of boredom this morning.
My room is a wreck, on a count of my living solely out of 11x18 feet of space for the past few days as I have been working. If you can find my secret library, you can get a sneak peak. :) I'm cunsulting countless reference books (now strewn across the floor), and am surrounded by a dozen bowls, dishes, and cups.
I played a bit of tennis after dinner with my dad. I don't suck, per say, but it is rather hard. Dad says I should rely on perkiness and be cute.
Dad: Remember, be perky!
Me: Like this? LIKE OMG, I TOTALLY want to ram this tennis ball into your FACE! *whaps ball at dad*
Me: There goes feminism.
Dad: Ow. There's nothing wrong with feminism. It's ladies' charm.
Me: I meant the ball. I named it Feminism.
In an attempt to not look like a Sasquatch, I shaved (when I say shaved, I mean with something resembling a weed whacker) and when dad yelled at me to get out of the shower, I nicked me ankle. You can't see it, but I was surprised at how much it hurt. Getting your stomach cut open barely feels anything like that. Strange.
Anyway...bye.
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