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There is a little baby chameleon crawling over the keys of my piano. It's strange - I am near-panophobic, afraid of so many things, but these creatures absolutely delight me. Our house is full of them. And they are so wriggly and sweet with their milky black eyes and their flat tiny feet and their transparent bellies. I can see their internal organs! Adorable! They might as well be puppies. I just want to pick them up and pat them, but they probably have teeth.

I was...

I was so happy to walk out of this room just now and see that it was still dark. OH YES. I can go to sleep at NIGHT. I swear that in the morning it is somehow brighter inside my room than it is out in the street.So, yeah, having nothing scheduled on a Monday morning is really bad for a person. But at least it means I finished most of my French homework. And how many other people can say that, right? Oh yeah, and I made a blueberry cake and cleaned my mother's house. Kind of. So I feel very domestic right now, and I feel that it was a very productive waste of my time.Yeah... I hope it's still dark now. :/

still, I love tomatoes. (& 2 edits)

If only I could have nothing to do with Camus for the rest of my life. I think he feels the same way about me. [Haha, well, he's quite dead, of course - but still.]I actually find myself wanting to do my Spanish homework instead, that's how bad it is. When I have to get a job or something... it's going to suck.I even cooked tonight, which is my number one act of procrastination. I made everybody sit at the table to eat two kinds of tomato-based dish. My father was with us. He's so much better than last July. Eee, I love my daddy. :DBut I wish he would do my French homework for me.ALSO, I find myself thinking about things like mortgages. And why do some people say relator for realtor? It's realtor. Or is it Realtor®?And OOH. The good thing about my having cooked is that my family didn't know I was procrastinating, just that they were getting fed. That will buy me my mother's love at least until the leftovers run out. My mother has two kinds of love: unconditional and conditional. The food will buy the conditional kind. However, my mother doesn't believe in conditional love, on a philosophical level. When I was little she would not accept an "I love you" after she did something nice for me. She said I must always love her, even when I didn't get anything. Which is true, but which has resulted in my being nervous about expressing any excess of gratitude, lest I be told off for it. But she didn't know that would happen. Maybe I should go back to that book.

Divali pictures

...mostly for smiggitysmee's spiritual edification.I sort of abandoned the plan on Tuesday. I was going to have tons of pictures and they were all going to be breathtaking. But I kept forgetting, and when I remembered I would find I had already lost the camera to my sister, who used it mainly for taking pictures of ceilings and dogs. So I mostly did not get any pictures of anything, and what I did get kind of suck. But...!I forgot to take a picture of the deyas the way we bought them, but they come in plastic bags in cardboard boxes, and they are very dusty, and they have tiny cracks in them. You have to soak them before you can do anything else.We dried them on newspapers on the floor because the table on which we normally do it has taken a lover and they have run off together. Or so I like to think. Whatever, we don't know where it is.While all this was going on, Ron/Peter the dog was having a snack on the veranda.We set up a deya-making station on top of my poor mother's washing machine and dryer. What you have to do is fill the deyas with oil, in which you dip the wicks - the little white strings - which you then squeeze and light with matches.Finally, we lined up the deyas on the little wall in front of the house. Normally we put deyas everywhere. But we were all so lazy on Tuesday and nobody could get anybody to do anything. And you see how it turned out.And here is a picture of Rufus moping, having spent the entire evening rolling in oil and and dirt.The end. :)