A follow up on my last entry. That fellow from the other day who broke our wall. Turns out that guy was a thief. The house two doors down was robbed and the two felons (though I was only in time to see one) escaped with a laptop (that's all we've heard that they took). Our neighbour's lodger apparently saw the criminals escaping by jumping into his garden so he shouted out to them and they jumped into ours before he could catch them. There. Conclusive proof that the thieving scum were in our garden ...
Updated 02-26-2012 at 02:59 PM by Bluebiird (Scum is less frowned upon than what I put)
Yesterday something strange happened. I didn't feel like writing about it yesterday and I didn't let it bother me too much. But today I'm getting paranoid. There's a wall next to our house. It covers the side of the front garden and a little of the back and covers the back of our neighbour's garden (they live on the corner of the street and we're kind of at the end save for the corner house and garden). We have one garden to one side and we have about four gardens that back onto ours ...
I am writing an essay about Les Fleur du Mal and I absolutely love it. This is my kind of poetry, I have been talking about reading Baudelaire for years, and I mean YEARS but never did cause I am not a fan of translated poetry but I am reading it for school now. I could choose from 25 books, plays and poems and I just fell for Baudelaire, I am really slow I guess for not realizing it earlier. 'Une charogne' is one of the most beautiful poems I have read, this is the kind of poetry I'd like being ...
Having finished off the Sherlock Holmes stories and being too lazy to look up my Keith Laumer books in the Retief series I decided it was time to read a REAL book albeit I had already done this in junior high. Great Expecations by Dickens was chosen over David Copperfield and a one page attempt at Waverly by Sir Walter Scoot and a bit of skimming of Ivanhoe to see if the idiot realized REBECCA is the lady he SHOULD have married--nope no change. While remembering the ...
today is a big day on the ice, it's Öskudagur (ashwednesday). Every kid dresses up in some costume and sing in stores for candy or something else. My boy went as Darth Vader, he got the costume a year ago but last Christmas his dad gave him a new mask with sound effects. He has never been this quick getting dressed. anyway, yesterday he woke up at six in the morning and wanted to make a Doctor who board game. He did, I was very tired all day cause I had been reading the night before ...
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