Side note: I think I'm going to name my first little dog лапушка. Lapushka. Little Paw. Isn't Russian just adorable sometimes?
This week was so wonderful, at least in the beginning. I went outside all of the time so I couldn't hear Facebook's siren call, and I adventured. I read books, which I'll tell you about later, I wrote things, I watched Anna Karenina. I returned all of my library books and checked out six new ones. I wrote letters, picked flowers, got hit on by ten year olds, which is a true story. I can still hear their pre-pubescent voices from down the street. "Hey, what's your name? He likes you! He wants to kiss you!" the kid on the bike is shouting, ratting out his friend on the bike next to him. They had Southern accents and it was really funny.
It was hard, not going on Facebook. I'm not going to pretend like it wasn't. It seems ridiculous, having an addiction to a social networking site, especially since I'm not one of those avid Farmvillers and I don't have eleventy-billion friends to stalk. Clicking on the Facebook link in my favorites bar has become compulsive, though, and it kind of scares me how often I go to the internet when I so much as pause in my homework.
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