The Wind is Moving the Door of my Room

It's an unnerving sound. I can't help but think it's ajar, so I stand up and check it, but it's locked. And I do it multiple times. I don't know why.

I don't like my curtains. They're red, and they stain my room with a reddish air. It's ironic, because I like my atmosphere to have a pink coloration, and it's like a lighter red, or something. I don't know. I'm usually bad to pick words, specially when I try to pick the right ones.

I'm watching this TV show, "Glee". It's entretaining. Though I dislike most of the characters so far. I just heard the front door opening. I'm not home alone anymore. That sucks. Makes me feel uncomfortable. The sound of the spoons and forks crashing along makes me think it's my mom, so I will be probably going to eat soon.

Jill is on the backyard, I heard her meow. She's probably comfortably resting inside her little house. I always thought that if I were a cat, I would hide under chairs and tables most of the time. 

I read it's Dakota Fanning's birthday today. I like her. As an actress. She's very successful, and also younger than me. That makes me feel special. I'd have a hard time explaining why.

Next is a picture of a heart-shaped egg. 

It's cooking and looks delicious. 

My mom is shouting so I go and eat. Bye.

I feel content.