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[	music	|	The Beggining of the End~Nine Inch Nails	]

Perfection: 
Sitting in the trunk of my station wagon with the door open with somebody--anybody just talking and watching a thunderstorm. 

Too bad aparently no one else thinks so.

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April 10, 2007

The good news is that I found my wallet.

The bad news, you would probably guess was that it had fallen out of my pocket in some public place and was returned to me with no money or credit cards or anything, but that’s not it.

The bad news, then, you might think, was that movie passes, photos of friends and cousins, Charlie Tickets and old fortunes and notes with phone numbers and other silly little things… those things are not made to go through the washing machine, and now the surrounding area, the surface of the desk and armchair next to me have become a drying rack. Again, that, although a bit truer, is not the bad news.

The bad news is that all my hopes and dreams have been crushed. Batman is not water proof.

April 11, 2007

Creative Writing.

Gus Takes the Cake.

“I’m going to win this competition,” he said as he removed himself from his cross-legged position on the teacher’s desk, and climbed up onto the windowsill to perch on an old computer.

“But I’m still higher,” noted Alaina from atop a filing cabinet.

“But this computer’s weirder.”

“No.”

“Come on, look at this thing!”

“I’m sitting on a wallpaper book.” She shifted a bit so he could see—not so much as to notify him on the book’s existence; he already knew it was there, but to emphasize the fact that it was, or perhaps to solidify said fact. “You don’t see one of these in every classroom!”

“You don’t see a computer like this in every classroom,” he rebutted referring to the fact that it was a big old computer, facing the wall, from the days when they made them a yucky off white color, not hooked up to a monitor or anything. Just sitting there. He did not agree by any means that the wallpaper book was weirder, but his scrutinizing eyes searched around the room nonetheless. He was going to find something amazing. Something that would take the cake.

There was an old TV that had not been used in years screwed to the wall in the upper corner of the room that his eyes rested upon. Golden. “I’m going to find a way onto that TV tomorrow,” he said; an element of determination in its voice, as he slid off the computer and the two of them went to their seats before the teacher came and started class.

4:40 pm

“There’s a fine line between people who are curious and the people who are actually legitimately concerned,” mused my mother over tea with the pastor.

“Yeah. There are some people who want to know everything that’s going on always.” When the pastor paused, I chuckled in my mind about how that was me, eavesdropping on their conversation from the kitchen. “And those are the people you have to look out for.”

4:46pm

I think my mother may slowly be becoming a bird woman. It seems every time I open the back door to let the cat in or out or some such nonsense, there is a new birdfeeder on the porch railing.

It started out with just one. It sits on the corner of the railing right in front of the door. It’s shaped like a hexagonal house, with a pointed roof, and the food comes out onto a tray from the middle part. A few weeks later perhaps, another appeared on the other side of the porch stairs. This one, a lighter color wood, was attached to the railing by a metal stick which hooked on. The squirrels are rather unsure about that one… Today a long skinny clear and green plastic hung on the same railing with the first feeder, attached to the railing much like the second.

7:00 pm

The hairdresser cut off 4 more inches than she was supposed to have. She was probably measuring from the shortest piece of hair, while mum was measuring from the longest. I told her she should have let me cut it.