When the Tootsie Pop was all gone, I kept the stick in my mouth while I read. I was sitting very still. I was a statue, in fact. After probably twenty minutes, I guess my mouth twitched. The stick moved a little, and I screamed and almost died. I forgot I had it in my mouth. Not knowing there's a sucker stick in my mouth and then having it move is apparently the scariest thing that could ever happen to me.
On a less frightening note, I got 64/65 on my first final. I haven't got my mark yet for the second one. And I am soooooo glad to be done with school for four months. Now I get to spend the mornings in Corina's kindergarten, which I suppose is still school, but it's better.
And one other thing. I didn't do any fancy effects on that picture. That's just what the lighting in my living room did. I think it's neat.