I'm at school now. Our mythology teacher has gone to Italy for spring break, so we talked the sub into letting us go to the computer lab to "research" for our papers. Caelia's beside me taking a quiz to see if she's a mutant. And I'm adding the second entry of the month. She is, apparently, a mutant. (She's been into X-Men lately.)

It felt almost like summer this morning. The air inside was humid and warm enough I could pretend it was the beginning of April and not June. New England is looking steadily worse and worse. I want it to be summer. But spring break starts Friday for us, so that's good. We're going to Texas to visit some friends of the family, which should be fairly interesting. I love traveling under some circumstances, but only when it's a place I want to be going to. Texas shouldn't be too bad. I've never been anywhere where it's hot and yet not humid. I've always wondered what that's like.

Speaking of humidity, Mom got another Fannie Flag book the other day! She also wrote Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe, so this should be good. The three authors that best convey the South are Fannie Flagg, Bailey White, and Florence King. I absolutely love Confessions of a Failed Southern Lady by Florence King. I don't really consider myself a Southerner, as my father grew up in Baltimore and we lived in Maryland when I was born. Still, I can't remember a time when I didn't live in Virginia. And I was technically born here, since the nearest hospital was south of the border. But I've always wanted to live in a city that wasn't the former capital of the Confederacy. Someplace where the phrase "good old boy" is never used proudly. But the more I read about the characteristics of different parts of the country, the more I feel I'll never be home anywhere else. To go somewhere where the trees stay thin and yellow-green all year? To never have real summer? Maybe I'll just move back to Maryland. That would be not technically the South, but the climate isn't that different. And I could be nearer the mountains. I love mountains. And I don't think I would want to live in the deep South. I've never really even been there. I went to Savannah for a day in sixth grade, but I don't really remember much about it. Well, Texas sort of counts as the deep South. It'll be an experience.

And now Caelia's reading a fanfic about Rogue and talking about the Southern dialect. Apparently the author has Rogue use "y'all" to refer not only to several people but to a single person. Which doesn't make sense.

I have a watch. I like my watch. I had a watch before but I never wore it and I use it as an alarm clock in the attic, since the only outlet is halfway across the room and on the ceiling. And now I have a nice little watch and I don't have to ask people for the time. Or try to guess exactly how slow the clock in the French room is.

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