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Oct. 29th, 2008 01:05 amEveryone's asleep and I can't sleep and I want peanut butter toast and it's getting really cold now! I should get some new pajamas. Little Snitches on them are not cool. And they will never be. I don't even play Quidditch! But they're warm, I guess.
One of my earliest memories is prowling around my grandmother's attic. My dad's mum. She had the coolest stuff up there and lots of trunks of stuff that belonged to my father. And books. So many books. So I'd read these books when I got older and there were all these people like Plato and St. Thomas Aquarius and Aristotel. I didn't understand any of it and I still don't. I hope someday I do. I asked my father who they were and he said someday he'd tell me. But then he got killed.
I remember having something read to me, and I don't know if I have it right: "We hold these truths to be evident, that all men are [something I can't remember] by their creator with some [another word can't remember] rights. Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness." I wrote it down but it's at home. And it's another country so I'm not sure that even applies but I still don't understand what's to fear from questions is all.
Note to Lucius: I'm talking about something of my grandmother's that I read. That's all. I won't ask questions.
But my head's all weird now.
I can't find Marie, either.
One of my earliest memories is prowling around my grandmother's attic. My dad's mum. She had the coolest stuff up there and lots of trunks of stuff that belonged to my father. And books. So many books. So I'd read these books when I got older and there were all these people like Plato and St. Thomas Aquarius and Aristotel. I didn't understand any of it and I still don't. I hope someday I do. I asked my father who they were and he said someday he'd tell me. But then he got killed.
I remember having something read to me, and I don't know if I have it right: "We hold these truths to be evident, that all men are [something I can't remember] by their creator with some [another word can't remember] rights. Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness." I wrote it down but it's at home. And it's another country so I'm not sure that even applies but I still don't understand what's to fear from questions is all.
Note to Lucius: I'm talking about something of my grandmother's that I read. That's all. I won't ask questions.
But my head's all weird now.
I can't find Marie, either.