Pulling up the covers Emma says it’s seattle out today (thursday). my diary is going to be so mad at me so i'm ignoring it. You can see the same dog twice in this city (saturday and monday). boys run faster than girls and that is something i just have to not cry over spilled milk over. filing my nails while walking around. my shirt i remember standing there deciding if i should throw it away and i made the wrong decision. as long as you know you've made a horrible irriversible mistake (throwing something precious in the trash) it is going to be fine. my mom its her birthday today she says you need to invent some words in your head to say over and over again so you aren't afraid to go inside the store. which is what she said to me when i was afraid to get on the ski lift for the first time when i was five or maybe it was four (today). Sam moves in to the house tomorrow. Three "brunette" brides (only white girls can be brunette it doesn't count if you have no choice. like they couldn't make us any other way). I'm going to run and then paint my nails. i decided i will paint my nails on the days that i'm not in the kitchen and take it off for the days that i am. every week so i can still promise to be me to be green to be revlon posh. Gooodnight.