Bright Library

I walked to this library from the Transit Center near my school. It’s not so bad. Nice and bright. I have never been in this part of Houston before. It thrives and shimmers and is full of life that I never knew was here. Go figure.

Well, today was the last day of school for nine, count them, nine whole days. I get nine glorious sleep-filled days to enjoy life at home once more. I am not bouncing off the walls, but it’s OK all the same. That’s just because I’ve been out of school so long that staying at home and going out is nothing for me.

I went cruising around the system looking at journals. I also changed my journal a little bit. I want to submit my journal to a Dary/Journal Critic just to see what comes of it. I will more than likely submit my journal to several critics to get a vibe response from several different sources. I want to know what diferent options are out there.

I took this quiz that I found in some girl’s journal. Apparently, all she does it take quizzes and post them in her journal. I wish that she would write in the darned thing. I love myself a good diary/journal/blog!

This is what I got:

Your soul is bound to the Rose Petals: The
Wronged.

“‘ve come undone and all hopes of mending
me are gone because the pain took my soul.
Can’t you see? The only one who can put me
back together again is me.”

The Rose Petals are associated with sorrow,
reflection, and wisdom. They are governed by
the goddess Persephone and their sign is The
Teardrop, or Broken Love.

As a Rose Petal, you are always self-reflective and
may be hard on yourself. You probably have
been hurt in the past by other people and can
sometimes distance yourself, as a result. You
don’t usually let other get too close to you,
but you are very good at mending your spirits
back together by yourself.

What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?

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The thing is that it is so on cue. I like that.

So I saw Jerimiah today and though I still think him cute, I could reasonably control myself. I think this not pining after those not availabe is working. That or I was sleepy. We kind of said “Hello” a few times though when we passed in the hall. He did try to read what I was writing while I was sitting at the table in Mr. Lee’s (He’s my US History teacher) class. I pushed him away on the leg. I was writng a poem about being over Cris. I didn’t even finish it because I wanted to do my assignment so that I could leave early, which I did.

Anyway, my time is about to go out and I want to go home to get something to eat.

Hmm.

I will write more later if I go to the library. If not, I will try tomorrow.

Danille