music: "Songs of Love," Divine Comedy
Okay, I'm just going to clear up a couple of things for you really quickly before I move on to the actual entry.
1. The back and forward links at the bottom didn't work for a while. I've now fixed the HTML but knowing how long it takes Diaryland to update itself, I'd probably just use the archive navigation for a week or so if you need to access older entries.
2. I started using imood! How exciting. Okay, the real reason for this is that I like choosing from all the cute little faces, but I guess it could have to do with wanting to share my current mood with the world, too. Yes, I'll just lie and pretend that's why.
3. Jake Gyllenhaal is very hot.
Okay, I'm all done with the news briefs. Onto bigger and better things.
For example, how to get my newspaper out of my tree. This is quite a problem, as I really like to read the newspaper, and because a line of our neighbors has formed outside our house, pointing and laughing at the family who got their newspaper stuck in a tree.
How this happened, I couldn't exactly tell you. I have a feeling it has something to do with my brother and the intrinsic boredom of waiting for the schoolbus. Either way, I opened the door this morning, and there it was, dangling tauntingly from one of the higher branches in my now luscious and blooming green tree.
I looked like a crazy person jumping at it, and shaking all the branches in the hopes of knocking it down so that I wouldn't have to get a ladder. Unfortunately, the plastic wrap has knotted itself to various limbs, and I'm beginning to think I'm going to have to call an axeman to come take care of my little arboreal problem.
This did remind me of the time we went to the park a few weeks ago, and Shaun removed his left shoe to throw at a squirrel high in a tree, where the shoe became irrevokably lodged. He, being the intelligent and gifted person he is, threw his other shoe at the first one. The second shoe didn't get stuck but did find its way deep into the forest where I had to clamber to retrieve it. James kindly climed up the splinter-ridden tree to get the first shoe, but still has scars weeks later from the encounter. Shaun, meanwhile, stood by in sock-feet, laughing at us.
The lesson? Boys shouldn't throw things into trees, but do anyway, and loyal friends and relatives inevitably suffer by looking really stupid.