My sister broke her leg a few days ago and the last days were like hell for me.All she said to me was:
"Bring me wather"
"I wanted cold water not the room-temperature one"
"I want the pink blanket"
"Not that. I wanted the white one"
"I think I want the other pink blanket"
That skateboard was a total curse . I can't believe I am still hiding it in my closet , but anyway my day was filled with complainings , but let's not talk about how horible I am feeling . I don't know how more I can survive as her loyal servant. Maybe one more day , but I can't survive eight weeks , that is clear to me.
   I gues tomorrow I am going at drawing lessons and I hope I will finish Daia 's gift in time for our meeting .I know her since 5th grade and maybe we didn't had the best time together when we were a little smaller , but now I can say she means a lot to me. I am simply obligated  by my heart to give her something worth remembering and I think I have an idea, but I won't say it , because she may be checking my blog even if she doesn't know my adress;.
  I am being a little too paranoic , Am I not?
 Well , that's the last surprise you should have , believe me. This is the most unsurprising thing in my whole LIFE. And I reaaly mean all my LIFE.