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Life is fickle sometimes, isn’t it? One minute everything is smooth sailing, the next everything is coming down? *Sigh* My uncle has just been given his three months…everyone is shocked. I mean, the whole world knows smoking is evil, but no one ever thinks anything of it until it’s too late…he’s left everyone shocked…his kids, his sisters, his brothers…I’m so sorry for my cousins…they’re so brilliant and are being left without a father who is their beacon of hope. My mom is going home next week for a few weeks to be with them…I wonder if everything will be okay, apart from his death that’s coming so fast…I’ll miss him…What a cruel world, what a cruel concept. This is exactly why I hate caring about people, why I hate loving people. Like I’ve said, once you start caring about someone, then you give that person the potential to hurt you, and I hate being hurt. How many times have I sworn to myself that I’ll never care about someone again? Some of you are already in, but no one else…no one new…
Apart from that, I got an A in Ecology. Stupid bird-loving Sealy. That should have been an A+ class, although two people out of the 91 did! *Looks at a certain someone* But at least you deserve it. I wonder who the other wretch is. It better not be you-know-who. Work was okay today, really tiring because I was typing madly for a good hour and a half. I think I was averaging around 115 WPM with pretty good accuracy…I’m impressed with myself. I wonder if they have good jobs for fast typers? Hm. That would be something to look into I suppose.
My dad just left for Toronto, again...he's always leaving, always working away. I wonder how my mom will hold up! Lord knows she doesn’t need any more stress, because I’m just going to take the heat of it, as always. So I’m stuffing my fat face with delicious, sinful food. It’s been so long since I’ve eaten this stuff, and it will be long before I eat it again. But it’s so good…why are life’s pleasures so evil?
Sorry about the last two entries, although the “i hate you” one was entirely justified, and remains so. That person has lit the flames of my hatred again…they were suppressed for so long only to be brought back with vengeance. The passion of my anger is reasonable though, it’s their own fault. They deserve to be hated. They deserve many more things, but I’m not supposed to wish curses upon people…they tend to come true.
Anyway, I’m a little sad today, a little stressed, a little more distraught than usual…I hope everyone has a good day…
hhhokay. - Monday, May. 03, 2004 - 7:50 a.m.
back to the meaningless... - Friday, Apr. 30, 2004 - 10:28 a.m.
YAAAY! - Tuesday, Apr. 27, 2004 - 9:11 p.m.
NOH! - Monday, Apr. 26, 2004 - 11:03 p.m.
hallucinogenic - Sunday, Apr. 25, 2004 - 12:56 a.m.
Instead of studying for finals, what about just going to the Bahamas and catching some rays? Maybe you'll flunk, but you might have flunked anyway; that's my point.
If you ever crawl inside an old hollow log and go to sleep, and while you're in there some guys come and seal up both ends and then put it on a truck and take it to another city, boy, I don't know what to tell you.
A good way to threaten somebody is to light a stick of dynamite. Then you call up the guy and hold the burning fuse to the phone. "Hear that?" you say. "That's dynamite, baby."
Next Thanksgiving, here is a fun trick to play: When the mashed potatoes and turkey are being served, take some of both. But hide your turkey under your mashed potatoes. When your family asks "Don't you want some turkey?," pull the turkey out from under the mashed potatoes and yell "I tricked you!!"
The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I remember we'd all pile into the car - I forget what kind it was - and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you.
Probably the worst thing about having King Kong go rampid in your town would be the huge, monster genitalia.
As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him Flint.
I can still recall old Mister Barnslow getting out every morning and nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to the old board of his. Then he'd spin it round and round, like a wheel of fortune, and no matter where it stopped he'd yell out, "Tadpoles! Tadpoles is a winner!" We all thought he was crazy. But then we had some growing up to do.
If when you die you get a choice between pie heaven and regular heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick but if not mmmboy