Tuesday, March 18, 2008 6:03 PM

"hahhaha ok lah im gonna sleep now gotta get up early tmrw. u have school so for goodness sake go get some sleep please and for the record, THREE KIDS ARE NOT ENOUGH U TELL THAT JASLYN PERSON. with that amount of good lookin genes, i'd go with a soccer team :)"

Hello everybody out there, cristal lee wants a soccer team. (HAHAHA)

I need a guitar buddy, i kind of miss playing guitar.

Time for a good shower, showers do wonders. (Although they make me feel sleepy after that)

I'm trying to figure out what my perfect day would consist of now.

"In my first memory, i am three years old and i am trying to kill my sister. Sometimes the recollection is so clear i can remember the itch of the pillow case under my hand, the sharp point of her nose pressing into my palm. She didn't stand a chance against me, of course, but it still didn't work. My father walked by, tucking in the house for the night, and saved her. He led me back to my own bed. "That," he told me, "never happened."

As we got older, i didn't seem to exist, except in relation to her. I would watch her sleep across the room from me, one long shadow linking our beds,and i would count the ways. Poison, sprinkled on her cereal. A wicked undertow off the beach. Lightning striking.

In the end, though, i did not kill my sister. She did it all on her own.

Or at least this is what i tell myself."


I think i'm going to love this book.