The last things on my mind if the world ended now

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My house is definitely haunted, or rather, my bedroom is. I’m not really scared or anything because my life is so boring that I think having our own family specter is actually kind of cool. But a ghost is a ghost just the same, and I wouldn’t want to actually see it with my own eyes. I’m such a coward; I get goosebumps listening to ghost stories. If I saw a ghost I’d probably faint dead away.

Last night as I was drifting away to sleep, I heard this kind of faint snoring sound. Thinking it was the cat sleeping beside my sister, I asked, “Marielle, is that the cat snoring?” A few seconds later she was like, “No.” And then she got up from her bed and ran to the door. I followed suit and Marielle was like, “I heard the snoring sound too, and it wasn’t the cat. It was coming from outside the window!” (She has the bed next to the window.) Terrified, we both ran like a couple of seven-year olds to our parents’ bedroom.

My dad went outside to check what was making the noise but he couldn’t find anything. And then the strange thing was, it stopped when we finally found the courage to go back to our bedroom.

And then a couple of days ago, my mom said she heard banging sounds coming from our bedroom. She thought that it was one of us throwing a tantrum or looking for something because she heard the closet doors opening and closing. So she went to our bedroom to investigate, but there was no one inside. I had been playing Playstation2 in the den for the past hour or so, and my sister was in my brother’s room. The helpers were at church so it couldn’t have been them either. And other than the three of us, no one else was home.

Cool.

So today is the last day of 2002, and it’s been an okay year. Next year will be better, I swear, because I’m finally finally going to college! I can’t believe I have only three months till graduation. So near, yet so far…

New Years’ Resolution: buy myself a new comb and put it under lock and key. My sister keeps borrowing my comb and ends up losing it, which is why my hair has been like crap the past couple of weeks. I’m not really fussy about my hair, unlike my friends who comb them like every five seconds. In fact, I can go through an entire day without combing and still look presentable. I mean, it’s just…hair. Of course, I do want to look nice, which is why I need to get my ass to the mall and buy myself another comb soon.

I don’t have any real New Year’s Resolutions, actually. I believe in self-improvement throughout the year, not just on New Year’s Eve. However, I do plan to be more sociable and headstrong next year. And less lazy too. I wonder, though…what kind of person will I be 364 days from now?

Happy New Year everyone.

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