Pulse

  • The thing I miss most about high school is marching band, because I will never again experience something like that.
  • My vanity suffers a blow when I find that the silver nitrate we were working with in chem stained my hands with brown spots.
  • There is a CRICKET in my wall!! Is this some Asian thing, to have cricket-harbouring walls?
  • Teenager? You're halfway an adult, and yet you're also halfway a child. Does this mean I get to be a mutant?
  • So I just heard my sister shout "ONE, TWO" in her sleep and shuffle around. That's right; my little drum major of a sister.
  • I am now sixteen years, one month, six hours, and twenty-ish minutes old!
  • Pulled a muscle behind my right shoulderblade either from the way I write or the way I hold my backpack = disconcerting?!
  • Is a teenage girl living here or a pig?? My bed is now more table than bed. I nap on the pillow.
  • What happened to my previous pulses?! - anyways. Go concentrate, janice.
  • Today I left notes on the doorsteps of houses with their sprinklers on in the afternoon.

About Pulse

  • Pulse is a carefree mini-blog where you can quickly say what you're doing, how you're feeling or whatever's on your mind.

    And because each entry is so short, you and your friends can send and receive pulses from a mobile phone!