Sunday Morning Rain...

Don't you sometimes think how ridiculous the action of walking is? Especially the swinging of the arms, like elongated pendulums at the sides. Like they're trying to walk through the air...creeping along on the currents.

guess where we're having our ball? At CHALLENGE STADIUM. yep, you read me right. A sweaty sports hall. Glamorous.
Well, our 'ball committee' (of which Euna is a part, i think) says its pretty good- better than the Hiatz (like i know what that is). They hide all the BO in the air with sweet perfumes and disguise the grubby walls with balloons and streamers and other gaudy manifestations. I like the sound of this though- the sentries who collect our tickets are men on white horses. That is specky.
Too early to think about that now, though. Wow, i can't believe we're almost halfway through the year already. Scary stuff.

well well. I have an essay to write, a text to study, a country to learn, a revolution to follow, several laws to abide by and the structure of a quadruped's vertabrae to memorise.

WORDS OF THE DAY

Esconce - to establish or settle comfortably or safely
Equivocate - to use ambiguity to conceal truth
Truculent - aggressively defiant