And you shall know us by our fuzzy slippers of doom!

I'm writing my own language, to go into my own game. The game, Dyu; the language, Dyuna'ar. Ask me about it sometime. It's quite fun to talk about- at least for me =).

Alu tu o'konos si'no saderan si'no'si'binile'kora an'tinako!
And you shall know us by our fuzzy slippers of doom!

I won't put up the literal translation just yet, just to watch you all marvel. ;)

Anyway, I'm having fun with this. And now for something completely different! Tomorrow, I am singing for first serve song service, so that means getting up early! *cries* But I think it will be fun. We have an all-male group this week, only because we couldn't get in contact with any females soon enough.

Hmm what else? Ah yes, I am turning in applications at various coffee establishments this week in the endless pursuit of employment. Ah, jobs, aren't they wonderful? They're what everyone wants until they have one, then they are immediately despised. Paradoxical. Oh well.

Time for sleep.


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Yes, you too.

sunbeams

The sun beats down on my bare, arched back. My feet are beginning to get too hot. My knees are up against my chest. Drops of what must be mostly chlorine are beading off my hair, which has been bleached blonde by the sun. The sun, that eternal cleanser and burner, never sleeping (at least not on all parts of the earth at once), seems to take joy in heating my skin. I cast my gaze up from the crack in the cement at the sound of my name called. The other kids are having a diving contest on the deep end. I smile, and, forgetting the colony of ants, evade the sun just a little longer and dive back into the chlorine.