This Week
Sofy:
This week was pretty great. On Thursday I was sick so I got to go home early and not do P.E or Math, and after my mom picked me up we went to the mall, which is always great, even if you’re sick. Then after the mall I went to get my hair cut, and I cut it reeeeally short. I can’t even tie it back anymore, which is bad. But my friends said it looks nice, and even my brother said it looks cute, so it’s okay. In the morning when I was in History class, Daniel kept saying I looked firm (I still don’t get what the heck he meant by that) and adult and grownup, even when I said I didn’t want to be a grownup. And I couldn’t even call him an asshole because Ms.C was right there.
I finally found a book worth spending my time on. This last week I tried to read Anywhere But Here, which I had already read, and in my opinion is the greatest book ever written, but I got to the conclusion that it isn’t a book that should be read twice. It gets boring. Then I was looking through my mom’s books to see if she had anything non-portuguese, and found, actually, TWO books that interested me, which were Bridget Jones’s Diary and Sex and the City. I can’t believe I never knew my mom had these. I’m reading Sex and the City, and it’s pretty cool so far.
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, so we’re going out for breakfast together, and later I have skating, which I haven’t been to in two weeks. So it should be a good day.
Also, I had this crazy dream where I was in a boat with these bunch of other people I didn’t know, and then the boat capsized and we all fell into the water. I didn’t have any problems swimming, and that’s strange because I’m pretty bad at swimming in real life. And I felt weirdly drawn to this other girl, but I didn’t know who she was, and she was screaming, and when I swam to her I saw that her foot was caught in one of those fishing hook thingies, and it was being pulled to god knows where, so I told her I had to get her foot off the hook so I pulled her really hard and her foot ripped but she didn’t even scream that time. And then I woke up.
I just felt like writing about the dream.
