Yesterday we saw a dead mouse at school. Most of the people freaked out, but I was good. I think the mouse was cute but I felt sorry for her/him.
Today at physics class we played with plastic glasses and ropes. I don't know how to explain it, that childish game, but it was fine. I have a lot of problems with math.

I think most of the dreamers go to New York. I think New York is full or dreamers. Like some people dream with money, some people with a sunny day in winter or a snowy day on summer. That's how it works. About dreaming anything. I wish New York was the city of dreamers.  I don't have nothing to say, not really. Well, Birdie just told me that a show named "The Carrie diaries", which I thought was about a dumb cheerleader, but it's not. Now I want to watch it.
It's raining. I'm cold and sleepy.
And I've been biting my nails a lot. And one day I just decided to hear the whole "Live through this" album by hole and I love it. But I don't love the songs Miss World and Plump.