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Thursday, December 12th, 2002
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10:35 pm - One month, One day
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I passed my photo review!!! Now I'm in till I graduate! Hahaha!!! Suckers!
In more concerning news, there was an Invader Zim Christmas special that came on a few days ago, I didn't know about it till I happened to stumble across it during the last 5 minutes. It is entitled "The most horrible Christmas ever." I am now hoping that we get dsl soon and that I can find someplace to download it from.
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| Monday, November 11th, 2002
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10:02 am - Long while
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My mom came to visit me this past week. She stayed in a hotel about 1/4 mile from my house, since there's not any real comfortable place for her to sleep here. Last night she called at about 11pm, and with a shakey voice told me she had just seen what was probably a rape. She heard what she thought was children playing outside, thought that was strange since it was so late and went to look out her hotel room window to see what the noise was. She saw a woman laying in the street, naked from the waist down, with blood all over her, and a man standing over her trying to make her get up. The woman was screaming and crying. My mom called down to the reception desk, and told them what she saw and told them to call 911. They did, and 2 male employees went outside to try to help the woman. By this time the man had picked up the woman and put her in his truck. The 2 employees went and opened the passenger side door to try to get the woman out, but the man drove off with the doors open and all, and drove off in the direction of my apartment complex. The employees got the liscense plate number, and the police took a written statement from my mom and found the woman's bloody bra in the street, but as of a couple of hours later, they still hadn't found him. My mom gave them her number in Mexico, but the police needed a local number as well, so she gave them mine. She left early this morning for Mexico. I hope they find him.
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| Wednesday, September 18th, 2002
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10:24 pm
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LJ used to be fun, but i feel like lately it seems to be overly-political. So I think i'm not gonna write anymore. Maybe sometime in the future. We'll see.
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4:40 pm - You know what?
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| Tuesday, September 17th, 2002
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7:20 pm - Oh!
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And Cynthia (or anyone else that knows the area), Thursday Joel and I are going to the Fair Park Music Hall to see the Lion King for our anniversary. We want to go out to eat beforehand, but we wanna be kinda close to Fair Park so in case there's bad traffic or whatever, we'll be close by and won't be late for the show. Do you know of any semi-nice restaurants in the general vicinity? I don't know anything down there. I know it's not a great area, but anything within a few miles will do. :)
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7:16 pm - Sooo Tired...
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I've had so much bs going on lately that I haven't really had time to write anything. Car bs, school bs, work, etc...
Bleh.
Just to remind everyone, my bday party is this Saturday. So far the only confirmed people are:
Justin
Bonnie
Daniel
Jess
Jenny
Cynthia
Maybes:
Dan
Josh
Wes
Charlie
Haven't heard from:
RobPayne
Matt
Mike
Rachel
Amy
Enos
If everyone will meet up here at 7, we will leave for Main Event from here. There's so many of you that haven't seen in a long time or don't see very often. I hope the rest of you can come. If you need directions, let me know.
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| Saturday, September 14th, 2002
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8:48 pm - Whee.
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I went out and took some pictures downtown today. Very, very hot. Note to self: wear hair up next time you decided to pace up and down pavement all day in the heat.
I decided to be brave and take pictures of strangers. Most people were ok with it. And I even had several people ask me to take their picture. There was a homeless lady that asked me to take her.
One guy got really pissed though. I saw a bunch of construction workers sitting on this brick ledge waiting for a bus to come. They saw me, I held up my camera and waved at them (I was out of ear shot) and they waved back. One guy got up walked off, so I figured he didn't want to be in the picture. I took it, walked up closer and said thank you to the guys.
The one guy that had gotten out of the picture, got pissed off and told me that i was being disrespectful by not asking them all individually if i could take their picture. I told him that because I was out of ear shot, I made gestures and made sure everyone knew what i was doing, then I told him i was sorry he thought that i was being disrespectful, he started to go off again, when one of the other guys kinda shooed him off and told me it was ok. It was weird.
I took 2 rolls of 36 exposures, and when i was getting ready to leave, Joel called and said he had pizza. Which was good cause i was starving.
Within the last week, I have taken my first rolls of slide film. I have been impressed with myself, since i know slide film is really hard to get right.
*****
Wes just compared himself to scientology.
The end.
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1:00 am - Picture day
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| Friday, September 13th, 2002
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7:09 pm - Finally!
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12:52 pm - Sleep
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Last night was the first really good night of sleep I've had since the accident.
I had a dream, though, that Joel shaved all his facial hair off and dyed his hair 3 colors. It was blue at the top, pink in the middle and green at the bottom. And it was longer, about down to his chin.
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| Wednesday, September 11th, 2002
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10:22 pm - Relief
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4:33 pm - 2 things:
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1) I now have a lawyer. I have a meeting with him at 10 am tomorrow.
2) I have to drop my fencing class. That really fucking sucks. But it just hurts my neck and back too much right now. I will take that class though. Maybe next semester.
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2:48 pm - Changes
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You know how we all have this plan? Whether it be short term (i.e. this week I have to go grocery shopping, read this book for class, finish writing this paper, call my mom, go to the doctor) or long term (i.e. In approx. 2 years I want to graduate college), or even just some unspecified time in the future (i.e. I want to visit Italy, I will someday buy a brand new dream car, etc). You know those plans?
At this exact time last year, mine had been stolen. Everything i did was on a blank canvas. It was a very strange feeling.
I remember wanting nothing more than to spend time with everyone I held dear. So a group of us decided to get together for coffee. We went to Starbucks, but they were closed. So we decided to try that new coffee house down the street, CC's. It was the first time we ever went.
I love you all very much. Just know that.
I don't want to go to work.
I feel ill.
I want to cry.
For all those people. For their families. For all my friends and family, even though they are no where near all this. For myself.
I was going to go to school to work on a photo project i was so excited about. I stayed home. I don't want to go anywhere. For the first time in my life, i do not want to leave my home. Not out of fear. Out of sadness.
I was sleeping. Having a dream about something. My phone rang, but i couldn't get to it in time.
Found it. Called Joel back.
"Turn on the news. Are you sleeping? Turn on the news."
*groggily* "ok..."
*start fumbling with remote*
"Terrorists just hijacked 2 planes and crashed them in to the World Trade Center."
"What?!?!"
*think he is talking about the one in Dallas. Very confused*
*turn tv on*
*see the twin towers in flames*
"Shit."
"The Pentagon got attacked, too."
*hang up*
*watch the first tower collapse*
*call dad*
"Are you watching this?"
"yeah, your uncle Jerry jsut called me."
*watch 2nd tower fall*
*wonder what's going to happen, think about all the people on the planes, on the ground, in the buildings, the firemen, the policemen, wonder about what they were like.*
I am amazed that the towers stood as long as they did. I could see it coming. I knew they would collapse. A few stories below the huge crator in the sides of the buildings, all the windows on that floor were black. Smoke rose out of them. I knew it was coming. Dreading.
I wondered about the president. The vice-president. The president's wife and daughters. The senators. The congressmen.
I am so glad my dad is not in China right now.
I don't want to go to work. But not for the usual reaons.
In the days following days the skies were quiet.
There was a girl in my English class whose mom worked for one of the airlines involved. She had looked up the names of the people riding on the planes, and she deductively concluded the names of the hijackers. She was right.
The next day at school I saw a Middle Eastern girl wearing a "I heart New York" t-shirt and thought about that for a while.
I worried about Joel and all my guy friends being drafted. My mom said she knew enough people in Mexico that could hide us, if necessary.
I remember hearing the first plane fly overhead several days later. Many people remember things like that. I looked up. Not fearfully, though. Just thoughtfully.
Now, a year later, I have recovered my plan. Life has gone on. I no longer have the same worries. But I do have more appreciation for life.
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| Tuesday, September 10th, 2002
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8:06 pm - Ug.
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Work was so busy that i didn't get to leave to go to the construction site. I will have to do that either tomorrow morning or after school.
The likelihood of me finding someone who saw the accident is better if I were to go in the morning, because that's when the accident happened. But that would require me to be up, fight traffic going south on 35, get there, ask around, hopefully find someone, then get back up to school before 9:30. Ha!
So i think i'll go after school. I can probably get there about 4. I think that would be ok, since the same people should still be there from the morning shift. Hopefully.
current mood: cramped neck
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1:05 am - Birthday plans
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I, too, have a birthday coming up!
I'm thinking something kinda easy and simple. Main Event sounds good, since i've been wanting to play lazer tag for over a year now, and I've never been able to go when everone else goes. So, unless anyone has any better ideas, Main Event it is.
I'm planning this for Saturday the 21st. Th3 cr4sh f4mily won't be here, but i hope everyone else can make it. Daniel and Jess said they'll be there. Jenny said she's coming. So everyone just let me know a yea or nay.
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| Friday, September 6th, 2002
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10:13 am - I love you, too.
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8:53 am - Whoa...
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I just woke up from what was quite possibly one of the strangest dreams i've ever had. When i woke up, I realized Joel was still in bed, even though i was pretty sure he should be gone to work, so i woke him up and he got ready in under 3 mins and ran out the door.
Anyhow, back to the dream: (disclaimer: it is very obvious where most of the major stuff in my dream came from, so i will just put that in parentheses, when the time comes.)
So, I went to live in a house with Michael Moore (LJ) and his boyfriend and several other people. This was something that was offered to about 10 people every year, for up to 3 months.
The thing was, it was a shitty run down place. Michael would rent the place for 3 months a year and only charge $60 a person to live there. The other thing was, there were video cameras all over the house, which were being broadcast live on some horribly unheard of cable station. And the house had two levels, one which overlooked the other, where Mike had built a very large window in the shape of a TV screen, so it looked like the people in the upper level were watching the people in the bottom level on TV. The TV show that was actually being aired was supposed to be both how the upper level people reacted to what they "saw on tv" and how the entire group interacted in real life.
This attracted some very strange people. One guy was a grizzled old homeless guy, who had managed to talk enough people into giving money so he could live there for 3 months. One was this drug addicted bitch, who looked like she walked straight out of 1979 (she was actually in some pictures that my photo prof showed us the other day). Those two never ever left the upper level. There were several people that stayed mostly on the bottom level, but we all had to go the top level sometimes. I stayed mostly on the bottom level, because that's where my bedroom was, and I didn't, for the most part, like the people i lived with. A girl that i was in painting class with last semester lived there as well.
I only went to live there for about a week, at the very end of the 3 months. You could move in and out as you pleased for the 3 month period. Apparently i had done this once before too.
There were a lot of lesbians in my dream (we watched Boys Don't Cry last night on IFC and Two hit wonders on MTV, one of whom was that chick that did "I kissed a girl" and Joel made the comment, "could she look anymore like Melissa Ethridge and Ellen had a child?"... so all in all, lots of lesbians before bed).
The whole house was pretty much very artfaggy and disfunctional.
*A few things happened in between that part and this part, but it's all pretty fuzzy. Something with Mike and his boyfriend, a few of the lesbians made out the entire time, and then i moved out.*
I was supposed to have a meeting with my photo professor, but i missed it (I am supposed to have a meeting with her today). I was too busy running around delivering messages for my boss (I wrote a message on my hand for him yesterday and forgot to give it to him). I was running around campus at school doing various very strange things for him. Writing on cars with shoe polish, giong to deli's, etc. I remember one part where i was like doing this little run dance thingy on this trail that had several levels and layers and steps of rock and people where looking at me strangely, but i was humming and having fun.
I went to photo class after that, which was at this outdoor restaurant thing, and she asked me where i had been. I tried to explain, mostly unsuccessfully. Then she started bleeding profusely from her foot (Joel's foot was hurting last night). Someone called an ambulence, and everyone was freaking out.
That's when i woke up.
Joel just barely made it to work on time. He woke up a good 20 minutes after he was planning to leave.
On an unrelated note, there is car in our parking lot, whose alarm has gone off 2 nights in a row now. Once Wednesday night at around 1 am, then again the next morning at about 7 am. Then last night it went off 3 times in a 20-30 minute time period, starting at 1:15. Then it would go off at set intervals like a damn alarm clock. It would start going off then stop a minute or two later, then start up again 10-20 minutes later. I thought i was gonna freak out. Yeah. If it happens again we're gonna call the cops.
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| Tuesday, September 3rd, 2002
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6:09 pm - Car
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| Monday, September 2nd, 2002
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4:58 pm - Drugs
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These muscle relaxers fuck me up! They make me pass out almost immediately 30 minutes after I take them. Then the next morning I have incredibly bad dry mouth. I must have drunk 10 glasses of water yesterday, not to mention other drinks. It also makes my eyes dry out. When i first wake up (after sleeping 10 hours or more from the muscle relaxers) I am so weak and dizzy that I can't stand up or even sit up all the way without everything going black and my hearing getting really bad. They make me talk and move very slowly and deliberately.
Yeah, they make my neck not hurt, but fuck! at a high price.
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| Saturday, August 31st, 2002
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11:10 am - Damn!
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In the past two weeks I have received 493 new emails at my "junk mail" account. That just proves why I have it.
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