I forgot to say.

I looked up fishtail braiding because it had

always intrigued me since this time I saw it

in a magazine.

I learned well enough, and now it's my favourite thing.

I've worn it in variations for the past three days, but it's too much hassle for me

to want to try tomorrow.

Takes a lot of time to get it too look pretty,

because using tiny sections looks best.

Which doesn't make sense unless you know what I'm talking about, but I don't care.

Supposed to be going to the aquarium one of these saturdays with my mom.

They have new butterflies for a while.

From costa rica.

I saw them on the news, and they're beautiful.

While we were swimming today one of those white moths you always see kept flying over the pool. You'd think it had a death wish, considering all the other bugs that get sucked in.

But it was okay. Even though I wanted so much just to touch it.

Well.

I guess this is what comes of writing. And writing more.

And then even more, and then more than that, and then all the time and even when there's nothing to say, etc.

Because whenever I set myself down to begin something, I can't stop.

Words and words and words and words.

Dramatic things and so on.

I wish my spell check worked in here like it does in tumblr.

I hate having to click the little 'abc *check*' button by the place where you click to upload photos.

I missed Tan a lot yesterday.

I don't even have her number anymore, to phone. I think I ripped it up one day.

Right in half, and then half again, and then again.

Methodically.

There's so many words ringing around in my head.

Too much.

I think this is why I stopped writing like this,

it's all consuming and after a while it gets to be too much.

No wonder most geniuses are/were completely insane.