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i was a morbid little kid
i've been missing for a few days due to an upgrade disaster. i've been very ocd about napster, and napster requires windows 2000 or xp. so i could do it just fine on my laptop, but it took forever to download cds because of the dial-up. so, i decided that i would update our main computer since it has a cable hookup...whoa, was that a grievance! for some reason, upgrading windows 98 to xp causes all sorts of problems...it's taken me a few days to get the new program to recognize our cable, but it finally works! now i'm enjoying a martini glass as a pointer, a mouse nibbling on a cheese ball for the hour glass, and a dinosaur that walks across my screen every once in a while. it was all worth it.
anyway, i cleaned out my closet yesterday and went through every single thing my mother kept from my elementary school years...needless to say, that was quite a bit. so as i went through piles of perfect report cards (why do they even give them to you in elementary school? how can you get an A for fucking around all day and drawing?), i found a few articles that foresaw the development of a "darker" side...i'll share a couple of these with you. the first was a picture of a pirate hat with a bullet hole and blood pouring out of it. hmm. that was at age 6. the other was a project building upon the MLK JR theme of "i have a dream." we were supposed to share our dreams for ourselves, our community, etc. well, my 7 year-old self must have misunderstood that these weren't real dreams but what we would like to see happen in the future, the optimistic stuff where anyone can be the president of the united states if they try. instead, for "our community," i wrote down the following:
"I once had a dream. It was about our air. It was so polluted the air was dark. I ran and ran through the dark. I was trying to find light. But I never found it."
nice amy, nice uplifting dream. at least i know it didnt come out of nowhere.
oh, on the brighter side, i have found my mother a hobby! she and i are now going to a personal trainer, 2 times a week. it was so fun to watch the trainer kick her ass! hahahaha!
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