truth be told i'm lying

I remembered what I wanted to write now. The other day my cousins and I went to the park, a really neat and clean park, and we had homemade burgers. As I sat there eating, I looked around and saw all the foil that our burgers were wrapped in strewn across the grass. They all threw the rubbish on the grass and had a satisfied smile on their faces, and it creeped all over my skin so I stood up, handed my burger to my mother and picked up all the rubbish and stuffed it in a plastic bag. My cousin, who’s 12 now, said in a voice dripping with mockery, “Just because you’ve lived in England…”

I’m listening to Gives You Hell by All American Rejects. It really is the best screw you song I’ve heard in a long, long time. I mean, I don’t really need anyone to feel good about myself. I didn’t before and I don’t now. I know I’m not out of fantasy world yet, and I don’t particularly want to be. It’s lovely there. I wonder if I should send Ingo over, though? Mani bhai said he would send me movies, but then he says those kind of things all the time. I really need the books though and I don’t know who to ask. Everyone is off limits these days.

Gosh my olly it’s a good song. I heard it on TV the other day, the part where the crowd sings and I really liked it. Hope the camera’s fixed soon. Hope something good happens soon, to get everyone out of this horrible mood of constant waiting. It’s dragging everyone down, and I’m so tired even when I sleep for hours and hours. Granted, I’ve been waking earlier than usual since we came back, and gods, wasn’t that a disaster. I don’t think we’ve heard what they have to say yet, because the kids are here and they’ll hear and all, but I know the earthquake is still resting. It will erupt as soon as they leave. And it will be the same as it is every single time, with tears and shouts, and the same argument over and over again.