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| momentousI was having a thought before falling asleep for a nap earlier that was actually a recent memory. Two months ago today I was lying on the floor with Andrew in the basement of his grandmother's house because we hadn't gotten enough sleep the night before and we had to await the arrival of his family. I was more watching him sleep so peacefully than sleep myself, and I thought in that moment "I wonder if I could remember that exact place in time whenever I want to think about it." I'm not really sure if that makes sense to you, but I think that same thought in other situations, though never very often.
Today was the first day that I have thought about it since that exact moment. I don't know if I've been successful in remembering because I haven't thought of it since the initial moment, I just thought it was strange that I remembered exactly two months after the floor scene occurred. | | |
| I want to ditch the logicalBecause nothing and everything suddenly no longer make sense to me. | | |
| your mortal soulIt seems that the more I think, the more stressed out I get.
But I suppose that happens with everybody at some point. I am in way over my head as far as school goes, and I need to focus more on applying for scholarships. I think that is the source of my stress. The epicenter, if you will.
I need to start making more lists for myself so that I stop forgetting tasks until the last possible minute. So here is the to-do list of things I need to do in the next week: - Finish Spanish story project + picture to accompany
- Catch up on the artwork for my AP portfolio
- TALK TO SENIOR PROJECT MENTOR TOMORROW.
- Finish ch.3 gov. packet + online tests
- Search for writing based scholarships
- Finish college applications Maybe that doesn't seem like too much work, but really it all adds up. This is what I think about instead of sleeping.
I've been listening to a lot of Damien Rice lately. He's very soothing. Also, a bit of good news I suppose. Lindsay whom I work(ed) with was fired yesterday, and I will be taking her weekend shifts, which means more money. Well, obviously. More hours = mo' money. I really want my hood pierced. | | |
| happy birthday to meThird tattoo, as a gift for myself. I love it.
And before anyone asks: Yes. Holy fuck, did it hurt. 
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| fair is foul and foul is fairThis week is already frantic and it is only Tuesday. And what a [souper] Tuesday it is.
Tomorrow I turn 18 years old. With the age comes a new life of freedom and the ability to do what I want, whenever I want to do it. With the freedom comes a new life of responsibilities and taxes. And bills. And taxes.
I suddenly don't feel as excited as I used to, but now a feeling of nostalgia. I'm frightened. Terrified, really.
The failing of the bailout bill had at first really made me anxious, I nearly jumped out of my seat when I read the news. I was very much surprised, like many others, to find out that it didn't pass in the House. I suspect the re-vote will provide different results, as they are changing much of the bill. (from what I've been told)
Anyway, I wanted to say that now I feel as if I'm stuck in the middle of the rope, the rope of tug-o-war. You see, I really, really don't want to have to spend my money on mistakes that banks and other people have made that don't involve me or my financial decisions. So in the area, I would have been pissed to see the bill pass. But when I look at the other end of the spectrum, I see my student loans for college (that I will desperately be needing) dwindling away with the $700,000,000,000. Also I don't want to have to see my father work until he is 85.
So I thought to myself that I think we should do something, but not with the bill as it stands right now. Why should we suffer? I think maybe they should start with indictments. | | |
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