My mother has stocked the house with junk food. I think the healthiest food I've consumed today has been diet coke. When I'm thirty years old and weigh 300 pounds, I'll remember to be angry with my mother.

I think the reason I don't want to have children is because of my sister. I geniunely dislike my sister-- my mother says that when we're older we'll get along better, but I doubt it. She's far too sensitive. When someone yells at her, she bursts into tears. Trying to explain things to her is like nailing jello to a tree.

But then again, if I have a child like me  I'll end up crouched in a fetal position in corner of a room, clutching a bloody butcher knife and muttering something about how "they made me do it"-- If I'm lucky, it will only be the family dog who gets it the first time I crack and I'll be put in a nice cushioned cell before it can happen again. I was the most devious and evil child. I used to trick my teachers and... wow, I was just a terrible little monster. I can't for the life of me figure out how my father convinced my mother to have another one after me.

Harry Potter #6 is apparently going to be called "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince", or so the channel 13 news says. I've learned not to trust news channels blindly. Hopefully it wont take forever for the book to come out. I really want to read that one.

Ta,

Lilith.