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Am going to sister's house for dinner. Cannot forget to update journal later with the haps from yesterday. Must remember, must remember, must remember...

Oh and B2 will love this post too, I'm sure. Heeee. *bats lashes*

Poem

It's cold inside
The darkness holds a threat this tiny flame can't expel
My heart feels old
It holds an ache I can't dispel

It feels cold in this old house
Without your warmth to make it feel
A little more real
Everything's lost without you

It's cold inside this old heart
Without your love to keep it warm
And I fear I just might
Open up to the harm it feels
Without your love

I'm empty and fake without you to make me real
Just a puppet alone and useless without you here
Nothing really ever matters to this broken doll
If you're not here to give me all your life

If I could feel your breath
At my neck one more time
If I could feel a little more real
If you could breathe in me your life
Then I know I could be
A little more than this broken doll
Sitting here alone and useless
Cold without your love

Today's Theme For the Day:

It's hard to hear,
hear the sound,
of your world,
crashing down

The sky is brilliant tonight. So clear and beautiful. I can see everything--all the constellations are so bright and vivid, and theres a strip of milky way weaving through the sky. So amazing.

Dinner tonight was good. Good company, good food. Started to feel a bit heavy near the end of the night (I still am in fact) but I still enjoyed the evening. The best part had to be driving home after we had just gotten on the highway, Jer zooms past us and my mom says "Goodbye Jer." Her voice was just so funny.

Anyway. Yesterday. Mom and I went house searching around Franklin & Northfield. It's pretty up there. Had a pretty good time, listening to my CD's and driving around. I FOUND SOMEONE WITH AN AUSTRALIAN ACCENT! It was very exciting. Mom thought it was just a New England accent but we stopped to talk to him again and I was like "nope, definitely Australian." It's so rare to hear someone with an accent up here. I was pretty much feeling like "EEEEEE!" People up here are just so cookie-cutter all the same. It drives me nuts. Especially after coming from a place as diverse as California.

Anyway, we found some beautiful property but nothing that really struck our fancy. We came home and had nacho and movie night. Saw "The Godfather" for the first time. I believe my Uncle Hetch was in it. lol, kidding. But with all the New York Italians on the screen it wasn't hard to think of my uncles. So the movie was a little different than what I expected, but good. I loved how cheesy Sonny's death was. He gets shot up like 32 times, calmly crawls out of the car, gets shot half a dozen more times and then decides to scream, but it wasn't even a realistic "I'm being shot" scream. It was more like "Man, this eczema is KILLING me." lol. My mother thought I was a terrible person for laughing during the whole scene. Sorry mom!

Oh, and then the rest of my night (up until I went to bed around 4:30) was really upsetting. I'll tell you in the next post, after I copy and paste some stuff from Sarah's journal before she deletes it all.