That is, I am. Because I haven't really written for ages.
Last night I had a dream that Vol- I mean, You-Know-Who, was in love with me. Actually he was only pretending so he could get information or something. And then he stopped pretending and was trying to take something from me. I was holding the closet door shut to keep him out but then he reached through the closet door (I couldn't see his hands but I could feel him grabbing at my wrist and trying to get whatever it was I was keeping from him…). Very strange.
Anyhow. I just finished Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, for the first time, which explains the dream, I suppose.
Writing has pretty much not been happening. Arthur, Gwennie, Winnifred, Dill and everyone else are simply abandoned at this time. I did write a 15-page (that's a short story for me) story about flower faeries a week ago. I finished it one day before my 15th birthday so I suppose it was appropriate.
So yes, I am now 15 (and one week precisely). I don't feel much older. My aunt accidentally sent me a sweet 16 birthday card – I definitely don't feel that old! (I told her she could save money and just not send me a card next year.)
And in a few days, I shall be leaving for a missions trip. A first missions trip. I'm not worried, though. The night before I'll probably be depressed and nervous, but for right now I'm excited (especially about the 70ยบ weather during the day…).
Namarie!
Last night I had a dream that Vol- I mean, You-Know-Who, was in love with me. Actually he was only pretending so he could get information or something. And then he stopped pretending and was trying to take something from me. I was holding the closet door shut to keep him out but then he reached through the closet door (I couldn't see his hands but I could feel him grabbing at my wrist and trying to get whatever it was I was keeping from him…). Very strange.
Anyhow. I just finished Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, for the first time, which explains the dream, I suppose.
Writing has pretty much not been happening. Arthur, Gwennie, Winnifred, Dill and everyone else are simply abandoned at this time. I did write a 15-page (that's a short story for me) story about flower faeries a week ago. I finished it one day before my 15th birthday so I suppose it was appropriate.
So yes, I am now 15 (and one week precisely). I don't feel much older. My aunt accidentally sent me a sweet 16 birthday card – I definitely don't feel that old! (I told her she could save money and just not send me a card next year.)
And in a few days, I shall be leaving for a missions trip. A first missions trip. I'm not worried, though. The night before I'll probably be depressed and nervous, but for right now I'm excited (especially about the 70ยบ weather during the day…).
Namarie!
