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Monthly Archives: July 2004
Family Fun Day
So, today was the day that my dad and mom and I all spent together doing family activity. We went to the Johnson Space Center near Texas City (aka: Houston from “Houston, we have a problem.”). Took some tours, saw … Continue reading
The last brushstrokes of a setting sun
Well, I finished the painting today. It isn’t fantastic, but it is definitely good enough that I am pleased with it overall. I was going to wait till everything had dried before taking and posting another picture, but cereal4killers and … Continue reading
Domo arigato, Mr. AIM-bot-o
So another interesting IM related spam event occurred today as well. While working on something or other, I was interrupted by an AIM chat invite. Unfortunately, it occurred just as I was hitting [enter], and so I ended up accidentally … Continue reading
Personal Entry
Posted in Creative Writing, Depressive, Manic, Self Reflection, Sleep
Tagged Creative Writing, Depressive, Manic, Self Reflection, Sleep
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Hehuh! I gotta remember to write that one in my dream journal!
I had a strange enough dream last night that I figured it was worth recording before I forgot it. So here is the basic summary that I wrote down. It was even more strange because it was incredibly vivid and … Continue reading
Rant
I am sick of bad haircuts. I am sick of having to spend 20 minutes with a couple mirrors and some scissors and a beard-trimmer to fucking fix my hair cut. How do barbers & hair stylists ever get their … Continue reading
you know, for believing that i have as little patience as i do, it strikes me as strange that i seem to do nothing with my life but wait. i keep saying to myself: “one more hour, one more day, … Continue reading
For my own reference:
– Sometimes, I wish I could be part of a police-escorted presidential murdercade. – In the year I was born, scientists/doctors replaced a man’s heart with the first successful artificial heart. I’m sure I have some sort of reflection on … Continue reading