William Sleator’s House of Stairs
Cover.
So Mother was cooking spaghetti, and she had the box of raw spaghetti noodles in the box out, and I walked over.
I took a spaghetti noodle (raw) and stuck it in my mouth, like those farmers do, only they probably don’t use spaghetti noodles, they use wheat or something. I don’t know.
It’s just fun, and it’s cool, pretending to be a farmer.
Except I didn’t do anything much more farmer-like than the noodle in my mouth.
But it’s still fun to think about it anyhow.
My brother of course followed me.
Raw noodles in your mouth = Playing farmer!
Let’s play farmer!
C:
So I’m testing out this font that I’ve downloaded on Windows Live Writer to see if the fonts shows up online if I use this font here when typing the post.
Go to www.sugarfrogfonts.com or something like that to find an awesome website with cute handwriting fonts! For ABSOLUTELY FREE! And it’s so prettyful.
:D
I love it.
And with this awesome new laptop, I feel I can do almost anything in the world. I feel so achieved. I have my own private laptop to do things with. It’s a wonderful feeling.
It is.
I’m making cookies tomorrow, so I’m probably going to post some pictures. Yummy oatmeal cookies for youth group in church! C:
Some people say it’s going to snow tomorrow, some people say it’s going to snow a lot.
All I Know is, if it ever snows, it’ll be pretty--
for sure.
It’ll be like flakes in the wind, gently touching against the skin of Mother Earth,
beautifying anything it blesses to touch.
Snow is pretty on anything
everything
when there’s that thin, crystally layer,
when the snow comes down ever so steadily,
that you have that urge to bend back and stick your tongue out.
Snow is pretty on everything,
even grass, even benches, even trees, even the earth-damaging, air-polluting cars.
It’s makes everything so naiive and beautiful,
so that it covers everything
and shields it with a layer of pure
white
and beauty.
Snow is pretty on anything and everything,
but it doesn’t last long.
It goes away,
because of the roaring trucks
and people mushing it up,
turns into brown muddy snow,
that beauty corrupted,
I can go on forever with this,
so I’ll stop now,
Because I have to work on my speech,
Adios. Hasta luego. Tengo que hacer mi tarea.
So I got an awesome new/old laptop (was my Dad’s old one, he got a new one so he gave this one to me). And so I changed around the settings for Google Talk. Then I played around with the fonts on it.
And I got this cool font on GTalk that’s like a handwriting font. And the names of all my contacts and chat messages are all in that font. Everything.
And as I was typing and chatting with a friend, I realized…
is it me, or am I writing a bit more…
freely?
With more ease and with
less thought of
what they would think about?
More casual?
Less careful?
I write in the tone that fits the font?
Maybe this has something to do with psychology. And it’s scaring me, because it feels like it may change my personality, almost, or my appearance-personality online.
Which is strange.
Just an observation. What do you think?