Randomness:
I had a dream a few nights ago that Lisa wrote me a note telling me that she forgave me.
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I need to stop talking. I said "coolness" the other day, in the company of a Gap co-worker that I haven't seen in a few years. Tonight I was out with Walden's people, and called the one girl "hunny." Really now. I need some duct tape. I'm glad my shoutbox is defective so I can't see you making fun of me.
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I was excited about returning to school until tonight, when it's actually tommorow and I'm dissapointed, because I feel like I just got home. Not that the bad feeling lasts. I still want to leave. Funny, I'm looking forward to the awful caf food. Three somewhat, make that two, balanced meals. I think Mom made three pots of soup this whole time I've been home. Soup leftovers are not pleasant. She stopped cooking ages ago, but it's just become worse while I've been away. There isn't anything at all in the fridge, and I know all children complain about how bare the very full fridge is, but ours has ketchup and pudding. Oh, and soup.
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I think I need a vacation.
Blank Canvas
Writing is not like painting where you add. It is not what you put on the canvas that the reader sees. Writing is more like a sculpture where you remove, you eliminate in order to make the work visible. Even those pages you remove somehow remain. - Elie Wiesel

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