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This blog is primarily viewed by Mac users. I feel so proud and futuristic. Today was a sick day, for me. I feel rather put out about it, as I was supposed to be attending a harry potter athon. but I've decided it was my body telling my mind that I can't do everything. Which is what I have been doing. Tomorrow, a concert, sunday crafts and coffee and makeup thing at the bay. I need a black skirt. Fledermaus and I share that love of the dark that adults despise. Their wisdom has taught them to be fearful of darkness, because of things associated with it. I've found that when people are scared of the dark, it's not really the dark their scared of. I ate dinner tonight with my ma and pa, we watched the hockey game on mute and talked about Freud. the salad had strawberries and avocados in it, and there was hummus to dip the sweet potato fries into. It was nice. In fact it would have been perfect if my hair wasn't greasy. I think I take my parents for granted. I always assumed everyone loved their parents as much as I love mine. That everyone's parents are reassuring and love each other, and are supportive of their child. I guess I came to the conclusion, today, that I was wrong. But right now the sky is the colour of my bedroom walls. It's middle of November, and yet the world's not quite white. I can still wear my maryjanes. I think that's all a girl can really ask of the world. for simple pleasures like strawberries, avocados, bedroom walls the colour of the sky, and maryjanes.