< sings > Bright Eyes, burning like fire. Bright eyes....<./ singing >
Ever noticed that I mostly talk about things that happened yesterday? Well, yesterday I worked on the site I have to build for school. I'm already at 50%, while I only worked for an hour ^_^. I'll work another hour today. I also started on the stats from the profiles of Serenay Moon.
I want to restyle a few episodes today *sighs*. That is so annoying to do! And I hope I have time left to draw- otherwise I'll have to do that somewhere this weekend....

Things that happened yesterday:
My dad wanted to drill some holes in my floor and I cleaned my room. Then he suddenly said: Mm, I won't do it today, but I'll help you move your closet (about 1.80 meters high, 20 centimetres deep and a meter wide) after my nap. I got upstairs and was so annoyed by this that I moved the closet by myself. Was a bit difficult to do, but not impossible. And after an hour my dad came up and saw that he didn't have to do anything at all!!! It's the second time I moved something heavy by myself just because I didn't want to wait ^_^.
Also, in the swimming pool, I broke my breath holding record: 59 seconds! It used to be 54, so I broke it with 5 seconds! 1 minute, here I come!!!!!!!
(my dad didn't allow me to do it once again, because of hyperventilation danger. I know, posted this already yesterday after that kinda poem-story thingie. Liked it?

....And while she looked at the blue sky, she thought about her life. Maybe she should've made more of it. Each day, each night she dreamed of a life filled with magic and adventure. Why? Why did she dream about it? All beings on earth knew that was an impossible life, so why dream about it?
She knew she had little friends. Maybe, if she dreamed a bit less about acception and just went out, she could have made more friends. But whenever she looked around her, she saw friendships come and go. She rather had friends for life. Would she still have that if she stopped dreaming? If she stopped being her?
With her cold fingers she touched the warm red. It painted her fingers. She couldn't cry. Only wonder. Would she be missed? If something ever happened to her, would people cry?
'But not today'. She thought. 'Today... I won't find out'....

My dad should STOP touching the computer- bwech- he always messes up. Anyway- new record holding my breath! 59 seconds! My dad forbid me to do it again though- because of hyperventilation danger and all.