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| Today was my sister's birthday party, but before that:
I get home from a street fair which i visited with my father, he purchased for me a telescoping magnet on a stick. Why? Because magnets on sticks are fun.
Then, i washed my friend Rahan's sweatshirt. Why? Because its white, he lent it to me, and it got dirty on the roof. Accursed white/roof/dirt/coldness!
I proceeded to clean my room until 2pm, and i mean clean. Like hardcore entropy destructive cleaning, i got into eveyr nook and cranny and out came SEVEN grocery bags full of trash, i boxed everything i no luonger used but didnt wish to throw away, and organized my tables desks closets and bookshelfs, its so nice in here now.
But yeah, at 2 my family and i left and had lunch at a turkish restaurant (for my sis' bday) and when we came back i finished cleaning my room.
On the way back, my grandma and i visited a sewing shop, like with fabric and buttons and stuff, and she was really really really really really really happy. because she'd never been to one. She found some fabric-y thing she'd been looking for for twelve years and i think she scared the young orthodox jewish girl cashier. In any case im glad to have brought her the joy of that shop. and shes gonna knit be a black and green scarf
Well that's it, after cleaning my room i did some hw and here i am typing up a xanga entry.
But if any of you want to knwo how i feel, its complacent, i had a productive, normal day. I'm cool. | | |
| This just in: Its still raining.
Today got a bit ahead of me.
In school Ms Danaher said i had a good chance of getting into berkeley (Much joy), and suggested some more schools, only in cali, for me to apply to.
I took an economics test today on the back of which was an extra credit economics crossword, reinforcing my belief that that class is a joke, and i guess mr sklaroff isnt that bad a guy.
Dr O'Malley covered mr donins class. He's cute. Sigh.
Okay and at swing we learned aerials. Females are heavier than you'd think.
Today on the subway eve saw a man and said to me "He's a writer" when i gave her an inquiring look, she added "He has white grape juice"
...Lol
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| Updating regularly is not an easy thing to do.
Not for me, anyhow.
Today is yom kipur, i wrote a journal entry reflecting upon myself, and i asked forgiveness of people through that. For those i forgot to mention, im sorry everyone else.
I was going to fast to load but then i broke it.
I dont know whether its worse not to try, or to fail.
And i dont know whether its more or less excusable that i was under an influence
Such moral ambiguities are not things which i find easy to spend thought on.
I was thinking today of how quickly computers go to chaos. Wouldn't it be interesting to measure, every day, from a new installation of windows, how many items there are on the desktop, how long it takes the computer today, and how many times it lags heavily. I'd then see whether there was any correspondence between the three values.
Yeah, but anyway, quote of the day:
Life can use a bit of the heavier spices, arrogance, jealousy, and cynicism, but man, don't shake on more than you can handle.
Oh, and heres one more. I'm sorry, G-d, for breaking fast. And Mikhail, to you i apologize as well. | | |
| I amaze myself.
I hope the majority of the world keeps diaries, it is the most amazing thing to read two years later.
I love myself. | | |
| Today was uneventful.
I got a physics test back, and it was a low grade. So now i'm sure mr shanack hates me.
I went to swing class after school, after which eve and i went to get donuts, and i went home.
I thought about jake a bit, but what is there to think about?
Yes, he's beautiful
Yes, he/it is terrible
And Yes he didnt choose me.
Which reminds me of the scene in moulin rouge where Satine says to Christian "The truth is, I am the Courtesan, and I choose the maharajah."
So that leads me to consider... am I the Maharajah, or the sitar player? Beowulf, or grendels mother.
It makes me understand completely the concept of archetypes.
Final note: "We're creatures of the underworld, we can't afford to love." -Zidler | | |
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