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"twenty-one."

So. In a flash of decisiveness, I am going to campaign for Student Council. Vote for the Blue Hands!

I am so excited I could just pee in my pants. I mean, seriously, cant you feel my elation radiating from this post?

Ha, ha, ha.

As promised; pictures of the house in renovation, something that hasnt happened since we moved in (twelve years ago).

Poor Orio is lying where the sofa would usually be, on which she would usually be reclining in doggy comfort. She looks tiny. And miserable. Look out for the repaired ceiling in the top left hand corner.

FURNITURE stuffed into the piano room. The piano is covered with this HIDEOUS HIDEOUS HIDEOUS HIDEOUS!!!!!!! Hideousx864513 piano cloth!!!!!! My mother said it was hers when she was a kid.

But it would have looked okay about forty years ago. Hippie era, dig? Just not with the orange wall.

The empty kitchen with the newly-plastered fake ceiling. And a lone bulb dangling.

My room. My mother just chucked the paintings downstairs into that corner and now I cant reach the stupid windows.

But I like that part of the room :D It's just that its the furthest corner away from the computer/speakers, so I have to walk a lot to change song tracks. BUT HEY! Have nice armchair, guitars, television set and books. What's not to like?

I RUINED MY ALL-BLACK-PEN-STREAK. Today I was FORCED to use a blue pen!

:(

02022007; 10:07pm