The Ice Queen.

By Alice Hoffman.
It is an amazing book.
At least I think so.
It made me think a lot.
Then again,
almost every other book does.

Oh,
I'm having trouble telling the difference between what I dream.
And what actually happens.
Not good...

And I got into a fight with a friend of mine today.
I asked her to bring my book up to the house because I was going there.
She said maybe later.
(she lives two blocks down the road)
I told her I was going there now.
She said she had a life and couldnt drop things off whenever i wanted her to,
and if i wanted it then to come get it.
So I told her to have it upstairs with her so I could get it cause mom would be impatent.
We pull into the house up the road.
There goes that friend of mine driving past the house.
It takes an extra 30 seconds to drop a book off at my house,
15 if you rush.
I explained what was going on to my mom and she asked if my friend always treated me like that.
I ended up calling my friend.
She said she didn't have time.
I told her it took a few seconds to drop it off,
she could have even left it on her porch.
*sigh*
I hate fighting with her.
But oh well I guess...

Oh,
I admire anyone with younger siblings.
Especially ones who share rooms with younger siblings.
I am about to snap on his daughter...
This is turning out to be quite a test of my temper.

I was laying outside the night before last.
Laying in the middle of the road.
Listeing to music.
There with two of my friends.
And I got to thinking.
What would happen,
how would things be different,
with each seperate friend I have.
So I went through a list of the ones who came to mind.
...
I want to lay outside at night with quite a few of my friends seperatly now.

I have a question for you.
Take this however you wish.
But what would it have been like?