Kids get to say whatever they want…
At Panang's (a Thai restraunt) 2 yrs ago; a boy (abt age 8): "Mommy, can I have a poison apple?"
At JoAnne's (a fabric store) last month (Halloween); a girl (abt age 11): "Woah, freaky girl…" <-- she was staring at me D:
At Fresh and Easy (a grocery store) a few minutes ago; a boy (abt age 6) sitting in a shopping cart: "Hey, hey, tell the trash." <-- he was waving a box of edamame at me. He dropped the box, then started crying.

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9:53 AM, Nov. 13, 2009: I had woken up, and I heard a very quiet knocking at the door. 5 knocks at a time. As I was reaching for the lock, the first 2 words I hear make me pause.
"…set fire."
"Yeah. You just do your job, and I'll do mines." A pause.
"Anyways, is anyone home?"
"The lights on the stairs turned on."
"Yeah, but that could be automatic, motion-sensitive."
"You're right, no one's home."
"That's a pity."
They turn the door handle a couple of times, then give up. Footsteps receding. I'm left standing there with my hand outstretched. That seriously freaked me out. Am I just being paranoid? I have no idea what they were talking about.

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I went into my school (currently I'm on break) to sign up for a intro to computers class (a requirement to graduate, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered). The counselor lady pulled up my file onto the computer screen. Looking at that "C" in AP chem still makes me wince. I started to read the "Notes" section, and… wow… it described me as "…seriously depressed. Stressed due to school work. The parents are worried. Should talk to a… (I didn't get the time to finish reading)" I'm not. Well, I don't think I am depressed. should I be worried? Hell, I have enuff white hairs as is.