Cold Hands.

MMmmm...today was an excursion. And it was good even though there was a poor doomed (or so we thought) bird strung from the tree.

The Jewish Museum be pretty...(funky?)enlightening. Tres enlightening and there was a live testimony there which really put into words what we had tried to comprehend the experiences of the Jews in the Holocaust.

-if that made sense ._.

But now my legs hurt from all the walking. Fry thinks I'm even weirder because I pretended to have a magnetic head while waiting for the train. It was ...entertaining for both parties concerned :P

Dorkus has warm hands cos she's Spanish. And so does Fry because she too is part Spanish. What is up with the world being warm-handed and Spanish. I don't understand :(

So not fair. Warm hands are so much better for playing the piano which I did earlier today :D
Though I missed a whole lunchtime and recess Meegssssssssss I think I'll call her

--She ditched me for Greg's Anatomy :P
FEEL THE LOVE

*sigh**Geo and Science and English tomorrow. But ooh, Piano mornings with Mantan. Yippee.

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