Days and days are gone and there's really no sense in recalling them all, but if you are extraordinarily curious.. here's a brief synopsis of my past:

Friday - Brendan and I went grocery shopping. He said he wished I could be his kitten. I tried on a cat collar, but it was too small. I got in trouble for being home late.

Saturday - The chocolate A destroyed both Dave and I. We were insanely stupid and didn't care. I got in trouble for being home late.

Sunday - Easter. Boring family stuff, lots of candy.

Monday - Coffee with Jamie. Dave came, we pranced around in the children's section as I entertained (and scared) us all with a popup book. I got in trouble for something.. at least it wasn't being late.

Tuesday - I got grounded for the accumulation of my sins. No weekend activities. No music (dying).

Wed. - Thurs. School. Talked to beautiful Alex while he was sick, missed him at school, made Ellen mad at school, refused to sit at the table at school. Primarily, insignificant weekdays spent at school.

Fri - Went to woodward and took some pictures. Then downtown and it was so gorgeous with the sun descending into evening transitions through spiraling color of pale glows. I used all my film before I got any good shots and then I was too in love with the beauty to hit myself. The sun stretched in a final departure and then laid its golden locks across the train tracks, so that the saffron tresses painted over the tracks with a glazy yellow. And then she slept down into the earth and by then all the light for pictures was gone anyway. I want to go back sometime with more film around five or six and I'd like a model. I'm wondering if Alex would model for me. He's perfect for that. I went home afterward and read thirty pages of Green Hills, thirty pages of Harry Potter (was in the mood I guess...) and an unsuccessful drag of twenty pages of this Star Wars novel Jamie let me borrow. I don't know, maybe it will get better, but it's so typical right now that it's bothering me profusely. It's all like "The glimmering moon set over the black void called space as Luke Skywalker forged his way through his weariness, determined to press on, knowing in his heart that yoda would be proud of him. Then, just as he settled down to rest... "

So today Dad and I went out for breakfast and then bookshopping and thrifting. We talked about summer and vacations and writing books and starting a publishing company. And then we started talking about life away from Tulsa. I really dislike Tulsa, sure it's nostalgic and downtown is great, but it's like one massive construction project that never resolves itself, but only multiplies into more chaos. I'm moving away as soon as possible. Going to travel for a year or two, maybe by myself, maybe with my love, and then I want to live in Rockport and write and look pensively at the ocean and walk under the fairytale trees. I want to make everyone happy. Today I just stared at all the tragic souls with meandering hearts who live because they're supposed to and secretly wonder why they obey. The whole world is just a discontent wanderment of these lost and lovely people who never get anywhere because there's nowhere to go.

I have much more to write.. but I'm feeling dizzily tired.. I guess I'll finish this later.