July 23rd 2002
*sigh* What a gorgeous day... (eeew...something smells here...I think it's the vacuum...alright, I'll try to ignore it and get on with my pleasant thoughts...)
Spent the day doing one thing after another, and yet, I don't feel rushed at all...just *satisfied*. Woke up around 9, and my mom, sister and I went to my dad's office to meet him for lunch. I love doing that...we don't go as often anymore but a few summers ago we went a couple of times a week and it reminds me of those days...Anyway after lunch the three of us went paint shopping - in a rare display of motivation, my sister and I are painting the half of the house which wasn't done last summer (which refers my parent's bedroom, the living room, the dining room, the kitchen and stairs leading to the top floor. Scoff if you will (you cynic), but it's a lot of work!!)
Came home, and spent an hour and a half putting the blinds back up in my parents' bedroom...a deceptively easy-sounding task (esp. when certain people kept phoning without purpose, nearly causing me to fall off my ladder...)
The BEST part of my day, however, was going to the park across the street with my sister to fly my kite. I haven't been kite-flying since...grade 2, or something like that, and it's a crying shame because I remembered just what I was missing. And not only did I enjoy it, but a little boy with gorgeous blue eyes came over with his mom and I let him fly a kite for the first time...it was the sweetest thing, watching him giggle and scream every time the kite tugged on the string...that's the best thing in the world, showing someone else something that you love so much yourself...
July 17th, 2002
Wow...I just spent about an hour and a half flipping through old journals and my "thought book", which I've been keeping since grade 7, and I'd never realized just how unintentionally funny I was just a few years ago...I think, at the time, I meant to be "witty and sophisticated"...now it sounds more like a 12-year-old demonstrating just how na�ve she was. The Archive entries are some examples, but I chose to keep the really ridiculous stuff where it belongs - in my journals, where I can look at it whenever I'm in need of a good "what was I thinking??" eye-rolling.
...I wonder, though - it just occurred to me that Pandywaff might someday seem just as happily oblivious to the real world...Meh. For now, it's the greatest thing since sponge cake (mmm...sponge...)