| It's December |
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It's December! Finally.
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| blah |
[30 Nov 2004|05:22pm] |
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What to write about. i don't know. Blah.
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| a few weeks |
[22 Nov 2004|08:41pm] |
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It's been awhile since I updated last...let's see, what's been going on. I did Model UN, got a new parakeet, and cut a hole in my ceiling. Oh yeah, and there was a bulldozer in my yard. That's about it, I'll write more later.
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[26 Oct 2004|08:06pm] |
What do I say?
The most unlikely people are sometimes the ones that end up being the most influential.
I never would have thought.
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| It's time!!! |
[05 Oct 2004|07:50pm] |
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It's time to update!!!! Something wonderful has happened in advisory. We used to be "the advisory that didn't talk." We had the enormous drama room all to ourselves, and we would all sit around in groups of one or two, talking quietly, if at all, and not really socializing. Well, this year was beginning like that. Then, two of the guys realized that instead of sitting in the corner of the drama room, they could sit on the couches with all the girls and liven up the conversation. Then, this other girl that used to sit alone came over and sat with us every day too. She's so funny. Plus, we have these two obnoxious freshmen that Ms. Rasnick has to keep calling down, and they make a lot of noise. So, advisory is the best it has ever been. Let's keep up the good work.
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| Nice |
[21 Sep 2004|05:08pm] |
It's such a nice day outside. It almost makes me want to go for a walk, and that would be really nice, since I've been conditioning for track in the spring. I'm glad I have everything that I do. I have everything that anyone really needs to be happy. So, I am content. Most of the time, I try to be...
But it was a nice day. I might talk to people later.
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| Why I am thin |
[19 Sep 2004|07:31pm] |
I have often wondered why I am so thin, while there are people in my family that struggle with obesity. Now, my mom is really skinny too, and that could be part of it. But here is what I found in an article online.
There are different genes that control weight gain. There is
A. The couch potato gene: makes sedentary feel normal and comfortable and exercise abhorrent.
B. The stop-eating gene: makes it hard for us to put the fork down and walk away from the table.
C. The can't-resist gene: makes it seem impossible to say no to that luscious dessert, even though we're full.
D. The party platter gene: turns us into opportunistic eaters who chow down whenever we're offered food.
I display almost none of these. I have compulsions and sudden urges to exercise, I often don't eat a full meal (not that I don't want to, I just can't), and I turn down anything I don't like. However, I do have trouble resisting urges for dessert. When I want something, I just can't say no. It's like I have no self control.
And sure enough, here is what the article said about skinny people:
While most of them can eat whatever they want, in many cases they don't want much.
They get full faster.
They are able to suppress their hunger.
Their appetite system seems to operate more sensitively
This is absolutely true. I get full after a few bites (or about halfway through a bowl of spaghetti); I often can't think of anything I want for lunch, and don't eat very much of what I end up getting; I can go a loooong time without eating (although when I do get hungry it's like a tidal wave), and I am a very picky eater. So that is my story. This article makes me feel better. I feel normal now.
http://channels.aimtoday.com/homerealestate/package.jsp?name=fte/staythin/staythin
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[14 Sep 2004|04:17pm] |
I think I'll just listen to music and write and write and write until I actually have something. Sounds fair enough.
So I was at the beach. The beach at the Great Salt Lake, that is. And the beach at the lake in the Grand Tetons, which are so beautiful they just makes you want to cry. Clouds form over the glaciers because of the temperature difference, and there are glaciers even in July.
The real beach is calling. Maybe not now, because of the weather, but every now and then I need it. Winter has its benefits, but I am going to school in the desert. Come next school year...
The beach. The wind, the water, deep dark and blue, and the sand. Playing volleyball hardly wearing anything, seeing guys and girls on the sand, staying all day and not getting hot or cold, the sun, and eating lunch there. And you look so different when you get back. So much more relaxed, with a nice tan. It would be nice.
So why don't I write fiction about the beach. Sure, why not.
I woke up and walked to the door. There I could see mighty waves crashing and powdery sand just barely pink in the morning light. A nice day ahead. So I wash my hair in the sink, blow dry it, grab my lunch and head out. The wind is strong, and it feels good. The sand is no longer pink, but now blazing white and the sun reflects on the water. I can see mirages, the black reflective pools in the sand. I see some friends in the distance.
(to be continued)
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| Chinese |
[13 Sep 2004|10:41pm] |
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I ate Chinese tonight. When I was little, my parents took me to a Chinese restaurant, and I didn't like it. So the owners, who were very nice, came out and gave me a bowl of jello, hoping I would like that a little better. My response was: "No, I don't like Chinese food!" I couldn't have been older than 4. Anyway, they thought it was funny, and that is my Chinese memory.
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[10 Sep 2004|09:39pm] |
Chris T Bright 1: remember when Mr. Smith turned on the overhead, and your head was in the way, and we got a big projected profile of you on the board
Chris T Bright 1: that was a blonde moment
Zimmer008: or when I said a six letter word that began with a v
Zimmer008: was "views"
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| Chemistry (finally) |
[10 Sep 2004|08:48pm] |
We learned the science of Pop Rocks in chemistry. They're made just like Jolly Ranchers or any other candy, but then are compressed at extremely high temperatures, where they get all this carbon dioxide trapped inside them, in the form of bubbles. They're compressed at 600 psi. Then this mass is cooled, broken up into a million little pieces, and shipped out as pop rocks. When they hit your tongue, the moisture melts the candy and causes the carbon dioxide to explode, at 600 psi, and that's what you feel when they pop.
So anyway, Danny Chappiux had never had pop rocks. He said, "Dude, this is awesome!" " My taste buds are getting crunk!" It was so much fun. We drank Coke and Pop Rocks, and had the infamous burping contest. Danny definitely won. Kit almost did. Then we left. It was awesome.
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[08 Sep 2004|10:33pm] |
Psalm 23
The LORD is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
He makes me to lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside the still waters.
He restores my soul;
He leads me in the paths of righteousness
For His name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
My cup runs over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life;
And I will dwell in the house of the LORD
Forever.
This is the one I learned when I was little. I was calm and thinking about it tonight. "As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death". Wow. Aren't those powerful words. The whole thing, it's wonderful. "You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies".
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[08 Sep 2004|10:08pm] |
I've been working out like a maniac lately. I do the rowing machine for 15 minutes, then 25 crunches, then normal arm-building exercises, other crunches, and I walk when I can. I know what it's like to break out in a sweat, and have that muscle burning feeling. To quote someone, "Now as I did 12 reps, I could feel the burning sensation that some of us love." As I'm typing this, I feel something cool and rolling, and realize that I have sweat dripping down my forehead. How invigorating.
http://www.bodybuilding.com/fun/shoulders.htm
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| superficial |
[08 Sep 2004|04:31pm] |
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I feel so superficial lately. All I care about is what others think of me. I don't necessarily care about them. I've been doing so much for myself, but what about others? Maybe I should look out a little more, instead of in.
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| RCHS blogs |
[06 Sep 2004|10:20pm] |
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I promised a link to Nate's blog, and here it is. It's a really good blog, I recommend it. Lucas and Will's too. Lucas is funny and Will is the smart witty one, so between the two you're going to get something out of it. (Not that Lucas isn't smart and witty, but he has more of a sense of humor). They blend two very different styles of blogging very well. So, that's the blogs of the day. And I will continue the chemistry post. I promise.
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| pop rocks |
[06 Sep 2004|09:58pm] |
We did the coolest labs in school. Mr. Grunden, who is famous for blowing things up, paired with Mr. Grant to do some chemistry experiments. Or rather, help the class do their chemistry experiments. They had a container of dry ice, which was steaming and misting all over the table and onto the floor. It turns out, the mist is not CO2 converting into gaseous form, but water vapor freezing, cooling, and sinking because cold air sinks. It freezes when it comes near the -109.3°F (or -78.5°C) dry ice. So anyway, they took a banana, stuck it into the container with tongs, and then used it to hammer a nail into wood. Then they took a bouncy ball, put it in as well, and Mr. Grant smacked it up against the wall and we watched it shatter into a million pieces. And then, Mr. Grunden took magnesium pellets, put them on a slab of dry ice, Mr. Grant lit the pellets on fire with a blowtorch (it took awhile), and then they put another slab on top of the burning magnesium. The reaction going on inside the dry ice produced an intense light, which lit up the room. They turned off the lights, and we watched it.
And now, it was our turn. Every group in the class, about three or four people each, received a bowl of water, a dropper thing full of crushed dry ice, and a pair of pliers. We would clamp the dropper/ pipette thing tightly closed with the pliers, hold it underwater at arm's length, and watch it explode. The reason it was underwater was so nobody would get hurt. It was an excellent explosion. Lots of spray. It exploded because the dry ice created pressure, or something. I'm not sure why; I should have listened better. But it was cool.
Part 2 coming soon.
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| Late |
[05 Sep 2004|09:52pm] |
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I cleaned up a house today. Somebody else's house. It was my dogsitting job. The dog ate her way out of the carrier and tore the place up. We had to clean up with a mop. It made me late to church. I had gotten up very early.
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| On the Fence |
[01 Sep 2004|07:56pm] |
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Today I was in art club, and something interesting happened. I was sitting with a nice girl, Annie, and two other girls, named Kirsten and Erin. We were talking, when suddenly Annie asked all of us where lost and found was. Then she asked us if we had an extra pair of pants or shorts. We said no. She then revealed that she had fencing club that afternoon, and as she was wearing a miniskirt, she would not be able to wear the protective fencing gear (which goes in between your legs). So, she was talking about going to lost and found and getting a pair of shorts to wear. I volunteered to help her look, then completely forgot. I can only hope she worked it out. She had a situation there.
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| Stupid Stupid. |
[30 Aug 2004|08:54pm] |
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My journal is stupid. And so am I. Hunh.
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| New Screen Name |
[29 Aug 2004|11:12pm] |
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I have a new screen name. It's Chris T Bright 1. Drop me a line, say hello, talk to me. I'd enjoy it.
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[29 Aug 2004|02:40pm] |
I am stoic right now. My life is unaffected by anything. Hmm.
Hmmmmm. It's about to get cold out; it's almost September. No more swimming, or long walks by the lake wearing shorts and seeing the ducks. By the time it gets to next month, it will be cold. We need that time in our lives, when the sun sets early and when we can't go outside, to see how we need other people and how there is so much to do in life. That is the time of year to go see movies, and have parties and dances and celebrate Halloween, and hang out with friends. And curl up on the couch wearing a warm sweatshirt doing homework, and fall asleep doing it. And get up early and eat breakfast and rush out the door into the cold, then back into the heat when you get to school. Of course, the cold isn't so nice, but it does bring you together; make you think.
give you a chance to be with other people.
I am glad the college I want to go to is in a place with no snow. Going to sleep every night in the desert, with cacti outside and blazing sun during the day, and centuries of tradition in a land controlled by the absence of water. I see a hostile country that is very, very beautiful.
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| Help |
[26 Aug 2004|10:15pm] |
I am enjoying taking pictures for the yearbook. I had to throw out all of my tennis pictures, because I used the wrong camera settings, so that means I'll have to go to another tennis game. But I really don't mind; I enjoyed going to the games. We receive our next assignments tomorrow; I wonder who I'll get. Possibly tennis, or soccer, or volleyball, or something else.
The women's tennis team is pretty. I want one of those uniforms. I liked the communal atmosphere, the isolation of the tennis courts, the hot sun and cold water, and whacking around the ball on the tennis court. I thought I wanted to join the tennis team. Then the other team arrived, and they actually started playing, and I thought, "no way". I would make a complete fool of myself. I would get a great tan, and make friends, but I am horrible at tennis. I really want to run track. Even though their uniform is shorts and a t-shirt. I think I am much better suited for crunches and sprints and long jump.
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[24 Aug 2004|10:37pm] |
This is why you should never ski on a glacier.
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| Yo estoy _____ |
[24 Aug 2004|10:07pm] |
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I wish I could figure out what is going on. Why I feel frustrated often. The medicine helped it go away, but now it's back. I've been going on walks to clear my senses and working out as much as I can, and still it doesn't help. I can't think clearly. I can't figure out why people act the way they do, or the way I understand them to. Yo estoy esperando a tener superación. Yes I can put accents into my journal. Maybe I'll change my journal too. I am ready for a new look.
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| update |
[22 Aug 2004|11:28pm] |
I can update, just to keep my journal moving. I know, it's sad. Really, it is. I don't feel like I have anything worth writing about. Nothing is happening, the way I like. I don't even know what to write. maybe I'll post something old. Here you go.
“Darn it, you almost hit me!”
“Well with that barrel ass of yours, how could I miss?”
“Yeah right! You never stop, do you?”
“Oh come here sweetheart. Gimme a hug!” She stepped out of the car and embraced Charlotte. “You realize I was only kidding, right?”
“Yeah. Uh huh. Sure.” Charlotte the brunette said with a wry sarcastic smile. “I’m ready to go.”
“I know it.”
“I couldn’t stay in that place any longer. One more week and I swear I’d shoot myself.”
“Well, you have the entire summer to play with these kids and get some sun.”
The girls stepped away from the car and began walking toward the camp office.
“Ashley, tell me something.”
“Huh.”
“Where did you get that cute outfit?”
“Halter from Delia’s, sunglasses from Gap, the flip-flops my sister got from Gap, and pants from Wal-Mart. Yes, I do shop at Wal-Mart.” Someone laughed loudly behind them.
“You wouldn’t be caught dead there, though. Better hope no one sees you!”
“Nikki!” Ashley said, and her friend ran up and embraced her.
I don't know if I should put a disclamer or not. If you recognize someone, it's not them. This up here is entirely fictitious.
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| Uncle Harry |
[22 Aug 2004|08:11pm] |
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I just attended my Great-Uncle Harry's 90th birthday celebration. All of the family was there, and everyone was happy to see him and his wife, Helen, who is 86. They remember so much, about World War II and the thirties and forties and fifties. They were so nice, and talked to everyone there and thanked them for being there. My mom said, "Imagine being 90 years old, and no has anything but something nice to say about you." I love Harry and Helen. They made me feel really good about myself, and I liked being with them. I think I should write them a card.
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| Washington, Anyone? |
[18 Aug 2004|04:21pm] |
I wasn't planning to join the art club this year, but after hearing about the planned art club trip, I think I might. The art teacher was the reason I wasn't joining. Someone suggested that the art club go to King's Dominion, but Ms. Warren said, "No, I hate amusement parks." Not, "No, that's not educational", but "No, I hate amusement parks".
She's planning to go to Washington, D.C. We might join up with Ms. Klein's class when they go, and have a separate tour. It would be a lot of fun.
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| school |
[11 Aug 2004|04:33pm] |
I am back in school. It's good, although the same teacher that I have had issue with is back again. But I have 5 really good teachers, and 5 exciting and challenging classes. I am free of most concerns and worries that plague high schoolers, as I am a senior, but now I have to watch my underclassmen friends suffer. Oh well, I am sure they will be fine. But some I am not so sure about, such as Nate L., about him I really don't know. I wish I did, so that I could help him. As if I could offer help. But anything I could do would probably be appreciated, and do SOMETHING, whether good or not. Sometimes change is better than staying where you are, so you get somewhere and can take stock of where you have been and where you need to go.
Enough about change. Why am I updating? Because I haven't in a long time. Where have I been? At the Grand Canyon. What did I do there? Email me about it. I should be updating now, I really miss it. The journal is consistency. It's there when people are not. So is God, but the journal is a record of what I do and say. I want to be more open with my journal, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I can certainly say whatever I want here, but do I really want to? Do I want everyone to know what I think of them and all that? Maybe later.
And so you can send that email: chrbright@earthlink.net
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| this is neat |
[09 Jul 2004|06:10pm] |
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Want to see who won the lottery? This just proves it can happen to anyone.
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| Vacation! |
[09 Jul 2004|06:05pm] |
We're going on vacation at the end of July; We'll be gone for two weeks and here are some of the places we plan to visit:
Abiline, Texas; Arches National Park, Mesa Verde, Petrified Forest, Salt Lake City, Grand Canyon, Pike's Peak, Painted Desert, Las Vegas, Hoover Dam, Yellowstone, Badlands, Mount Rushmore, Meteor Crater.
I am very much looking forward to it; when I come back, I'll update, and I might even have a photo gallery. I can't wait!
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| Schedule |
[09 Jul 2004|06:02pm] |
Here is my schedule, for those interested:
7th: Art and Design
1st: Probability/ statistics
2nd: AP art
3rd: Spanish III
4th: AP US Govt
5th: AP English
6th: AP Environmental Science
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| June 25 |
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I just saw The Notebook, on opening day. The theater was full, we got the "sold out" speach, were asked to move toward the center and not leave open seats. It was a good movie; it's good to see James Garner in something new. He's one of the most talented ever.
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| much better |
[24 Jun 2004|09:33pm] |
this blog is seriously lacking in R.E.M.
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| Lit |
[17 Jun 2004|11:20pm] |
The book Lord of the Flies. It's well-written, but very disturbing.
It's like taking poison and saying "Give me more!" because it tastes good.
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| back |
[13 Jun 2004|09:46pm] |
I'm back from camp. Camp was awesome. Here is a summary. Sorry Will, I took your email and put it in the journal. You're not offended I hope.
I forgot too. I can tell you though, let me write out an email. We have camp pictures! It was my youth group from church going, and there were a lot of people there. About 450. It was a lot of fun.
Explanation for some of the pictures:
That big balloon thing in the lake was "the blob". How it works: Someone jumps on one end, crawls to the other end, then someone else jumps on from a platform thing about 12 feet up in the air and person number 1 is launched into space. Or at least, into the lake. It's like falling or being pushed off a diving board. Very fun. Glistening lakewater 12 feet below you for a split second, then BAM, it hits you. I swallowed a lot of lakewater. But it was worth it.
The wire thing was the zipline. I don't know if you're familiar with those. But they strap you into a harness hanging below the wire, and you jump off the platform and go down the wire and into the lake. It was about 30 feet off the ground, so it was very frightening, like looking down at rocks going by and there's nothing obvious supporting you. I was level with the trees. And some people had water balloons thrown at them while they were coming down. It was fun too.
The war thing was a mock scottish battle. I got the worst sunburn you have ever seen in your life. It was worth it too. I now have a sock tan. Red until where my socks were. I put sunscreen on at the pool, but didn't think
to put it on while standing in a soccer field with my back to the sun. So, I am sunburned. And I got some good whacks in with those sticks we're holding up in the air in the pictures. Oh, it was fun.
My brother was at camp too. He's only 10, he skipped a grade, so he's a rising 6th grader. The girls in my cabin were great. Summer camp is awesome.
I did other fun stuff too, like play ultimate frisbee in the rain, and go swimming. We were in the beautiful Virginia mountains. It was the perfect place to learn about God (It was church camp, remember). And I did. I had
fun and learned. What I learned was how I should give God control of everything in my life, which is kind of scary, but things will go alright if you do. So, it's like jumping off and knowing you'll land ok, but you're
still scared. Anyway, that is what I learned.
Camp was fun. Look at pictures.
http://2xl.ephotoservices.com/gallery/?cat=1248
The assembly pictures might be a bit creepy, but it was actually not so,
they just look that way. The lights were on the stage. So, until later
Christy Bright
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| Goodbye! |
[30 May 2004|10:25pm] |
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Goodbye everyone! I'm headed off for Rockbridge, Virginia with my church youth group, it promises to be a lot of fun although I won't be getting much sleep. HAhaha. Stay cool while I'm gone. cheerio, later.
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[26 May 2004|10:24pm] |
Ah yes, the end of the year. I'm so excited! Summer camp is in sight. What was I quoting this time last year?
"What's obscene now would have killed our grandfathers"
My journal hasn't changed much.
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[24 May 2004|01:11pm] |
To-do list
Call: Krystin, Tess, Karolina, Cassandra, Ashley,
This is for my purposes only, a reminder to myself. Do not search for meaning in this post.
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