He laughed.
     She glanced quickly over. "Why are you laughing?"
     "I don't know." He started to laugh again and stopped. "Why?"
     "You laugh when I haven't been funny and you answer right off. You never stop to think what I've just told you."
     He stopped walking. "you are an odd one," he said, looking at her. "Haven't you any respect?"
     "I don't mean to be insulting. It's just I love to watch people too much I guess."
     "Well, doesn't this mean anything to you?" He tapped the numerals 451 stitched on his char-colored sleeve.
     "Yes," she whispered. She increased her pace. "Have you ever watched the jet cars racing on the boulevards down that way?"
     "You're changing the subject!"
     "I sometimes think drivers don't know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly," she said. "If you showed  a driver a green blur, Oh yes! he'd say, that's grass! A pink blur! That's a rose garden! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows. My uncle drove slowly on a highway once. He drove forty miles an hour and they jailed him for two days. Isn't that funny?, and sad, too?"
     "You think too many things," said Montag, uneasily.
     "I rarely watch the 'parlor walls' or go to races or Fun Parks. So I've lots of time for crazy thoughts, I guess. Have you seen the two hundred-foot-long billboards in the country beyond town? Did you know that once billboards were only twenty feet long? But cars started rushing by so quickly they had to stretch the advertising out so it would last."
     "I didn't know that!" Montag laughed abruptly.
     "Bet I know something else you don't. There's dew on the grass in the morning."
     He suddenly couldn't remember if he had knownn this or not, and it made him quite irritable.
     "And if you look" -she nodded towards the sky- "there's a man in the moon."
     He hadn't looked for a long time.
     They walked the rest of the way in silence, hers thoughtful, his a kind of clenching and uncomfortable silence in which he shot her accusing glances. When they reached her house all the lights were blazing.
     "What's going on?" Montag had rarely seen that many house lights.
     "Oh, just my mother and father and uncle sitting around, talking. It's like being a pedestrian, only rarer. My uncle was arrested another time- did I tell you?- for being a pedesterian. Oh we're most peculiar."
     "But what do you talk about?"
     She laughed at this. "Good night!" She started up her walk. Then she seemed to remember something and came back to look at him with wonder and curiousity. "Are you happy?" she said.
     "Am I what?" he cried.
     But she was gone- running in the moonlight. Her front door shut gently.

aw man, i loved last saturday's episode of eureka 7, what with norb(right?) and sakuya and eureka and renton and all that. awesome show, i think anyway. i keep seeing eureka with wings... and i really wanna know why- mainly, i want to find out why- she's got wings. i don't want anyone to tell me. i want to find out. and thank god, her hair isn't that crappy nappy crap it used to be. it's longer, and she looks awesome now, haha

tried to smile the whole day today. you won't believe how friggin hard that is. hurts like hell, and my cheeks kept trembling. couldn't take it anymore twenty mins. before school was out, and i just stopped. annoyed the crap outta people though, haha, kept asking why i was smiling, and i'd just smile right back at em.