And now I think it's falling into autum

I want to do a lot of things. Can I tell you exactly what they are?

1) I want to cross stitch a picture of a cottage(like the one in the Shaws house).
2) I think I'll paint the water at Afrelle- my name for the park behind LP.
3) Learn how to roller blade- get good enough to be able to skate during the day, even when the people can see me.
4) plant a garden.
5) buy loads more books.


It's getting hard to actually give notes to people. I usually end up just giving them to myself. I never tell my Self stuff lately. My journal's completely clueless and anti-social. But, you know, she kind of enjoys being that way.


I'm living by a quote right now.

We're all excited for fall. Everyone. No one complains about the leaves changing colors. Not a soul groans when they think of the sweaters we can now wear to school. Everyone can move out of their way to step on the crunchy leaves because no one can frown when they hear a crunch. We can eat soup and hear about football whatever's and sit on front porch benches and watch the rain beat down on your roofs and gutters. We can bring blankets to school with an excuse and we'll wear shoes and tights and scarfs and not have to put on deodorant in the mornings and we'll walk to seminary in the foggy dark. And everything's great because you like it that way.


And you think to yourself,
you think this is good, wait until winter.


98 Days 'Til Christmas.


With all my love, Brynnie.