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[19 Aug 2003|11:26pm] |
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It's 11:27, I know, it's late. Especialmente para mi, and my parents should be home in a few minutes. But whatever. I just got back from the Baby Boomers Boston Pops concert and though some of the songs I didn't know because I'm not a baby boomer, I DID enjoy it. When they did the medley of 60's TV themes, this old guy got up and danced like something on SNL. I was like "GO GRANDPA!!!" That was hilarious.
My contacts are bothering me superly right now. I'm blinking like once every millisecond, it's not fun.
Blaaa. At least Ally likes 'em. Maybe I'll like 'em when I have something far away to look at. Though they did aid me at the concert tonight.
I feel so crazappy. I need to make my summer more meaningful. I have been doing nothing. Yes, I do practice piano and occasionally clarinet and I do make Lenny lunch, but that's it!! All I've been doing is experimenting with Photoshop and I created a tombstone for Josh because he was playing a sad song. This is insane. I read other people's journals about their fun happy fiascos and there wonderfully productive lives. And I realize, I have NO WILLPOWER. Yes, I do want to run and get in shape but do I? No. No way. I want to practice clarinet and be good at the solo, but i NEVER PRACTICE. I am the laziest thing on the face of this earth. And I wonder why I can't meet new people, I just lay around all day and dream...
My website is gonna be entitled something with "dream" in it, fo' sho'. All I do is dream, so it'll be appropriate. AIM WILL NOT WORK. God.
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