I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want--an adorable pancreas?--Jean Kerr, (1923--)

Three real, important, and exciting things.

1. I finished A Great and Terrible Beauty! It's by Libba Bray if anyone wants to look it up and read it. It's amazing. But, be forewarned, it's kind of dark. If you wanted to borrow my copy... it's been written in. I've decided that the best reading experience is when you take notes on the book, and note things that you like and/or dislike about the book. It's easier to track things like symbols and such. Not that I'm an English nerd or anything. =P

2. My bookshelf is full. This is neither a good thing, nor a happy thing, but it is real, important, and exciting nonetheless. I just bought three new books, and now I have to find homes for them all. Poop on a stick! (My new favourite swear-phrase) (Because it's more than one word) I have everything organised by genre, so I can't even just plop them in any old where. It goes realistic fiction, then historical fiction, then fantasy/science fiction, and then children's books, more or less. And within that, it also is organised by how much I actually like the book. So, no one else could figure out my organisation, but everything has it's own very specific place. Which reminds me, I must get my book and my letter from the Radish tomorrow.

3. I passed my grade eight piano exam! With 72%! That's an honours mark! Hoorah! For those of you who don't know, we weren't even sure if I would pass, because I was no where near ready. But I did! I'm sooooo happy!!!

DFTBA,

Jennie.Rae

Pee Ess. My face hurts. Stupid orthodontist. He put a chain elastic on the bottom, so every tooth on the bottom is connected not only with a wire, but also a very tight elastic. I have to wear elastics that are about half a milimetre in radius from the top jaw hooked onto two teeth on the bottom, for twelve hours a day. Argh. Ouch. And if I'm not wearing said elastics, my braces rip open the insides of my lips. I may even break down and put on wax, even though I'll feel weak for still wearing it two years into having braces. Seriously, I should have enough callouses by now. But I don't. And now I shall stop rambling and boring you all to tears. And go attempt to brush my teeth without wanting to rip my face off because it hurts so much. And take more painkillers. DFTBA.