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Monday, 26 April 2010

Clickity-clack.
I'm back.

The thing is, I've been longing to type, write for a while now. I'm glad to be doing it I guess. I've spent many nights in the past few weeks laying in my bed staring at the ceiling attempting sleep, which couldn't come. Whilst waiting for my sleep, seemingly perfect thoughts and lines would race through my mind, never to be seen, or heard from again. Kind of like those strips of scrolling text on every cable news network, updating you with the latest news that is never seen again.

My biggest problem is deciding what to write. Or shall I write or type?? What do I say? How do I say it? I like my journal for day-to-day occurrences, something to look back on when the time has past, like my own yearbook.Tumbling is saving links, pictures, quotes, etc. Things not tangible irl. But this blog could go so many ways. I like to clickity clack on it. type on it lyk dis.

Ugh. This tab has been open entirely too long.

Saturday, 10 April 2010

Tonight is one of those nights where my minds is bursting with thoughts, but I'm too lazy to get them out on paper or on screen... which is weird because in a sense what I am writing online now is not tangible I'll never be able to feel it. Which is a lie. I could easily Apple + P or Crtl + P or just be normal and click file then print.

I'm just going to stop now.

Sunday, 14 March 2010

I don't reread or rewatch things often because I'm afraid I'll ruin my liking of them.

Sunday, 07 March 2010

Currently
Mozart: The Piano Concertos
By Vladimir Ashkenazy, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Istvan Kertesz, English Chamber Orchestra, London Symphony Orchestra, Philharmonia Orchestra of London, Daniel Barenboim, Fou Ts'ong
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I'm so frazzled right now. The past three weekend I've were hectic. I don't know where things are anymore. Including my keys and wallet. This makes me look like an irresponsible person, which I am not. I promise.

Last night, my car's temperature gage went straight to the red on my way home from lacrosse practice, so I pulled over at a friends house to wait until my parents arrived to help me a.) decide what the problem was and b.) get me home with out a break down. We got home without any problems. And the car's in the shop today. But my keys, which I left on the kitchen counter last night during dinner and made sure to pick them up on my way to bed are no where insight today.

It's not like I'm some teenager that comes home in a drunken stupor on the weekends. There is no way in hell I'd get away with that first of all. After dinner, I was TIRED. I've been sick ALL WEEK LONG and lacrosse practice wore me out. So after dinner, I headed to my room with the intention of working on homework, which for some reason didn't get done.

It was eleven o' clock last night when I began to settle down and read. I only read one vignette out of Rebecca Well's Little Altars Everywhere and then tossed the book down on the ground and fell asleep. It wasn't until later today, around seven when I was leaving to babysit that I notice my keys were missing.

My dad surprised me when he offered up his car to me so that I could drive to the house I was babysitting at tonight. My keys, I would not need for that, he's got the keys to his car. But ever since my purse was stolen I've kept my license in a Vera Bradley key chain pouch. So that I don't leave it in the car to get stolen again, but alas, I've lost them in my house.

So I've torn my room apart looking. And have not yet had any hope. I even googled "how to find things you've lost" but no luck in the articles I've found helping me. HAHA. I'm desperate. But I've got to be somewhere tomorrow at 8:30.

Thursday, 04 February 2010

I've left lots of things behind lately.

Example #1:

My purse I left it in my car Christmas Eve after walking my friends' dog. I went inside, helped cook, clean, we ate, watched It's a Wonderful Life, and then went to church for the candlelight service. I actually meant to go to my car and get my purse out for the offering at church. But there was a lot of excitement and I forgot. If only I hadn't my purse would be in my car the next day when my uncle and I were leaving to pick up my grandma from her assisted living for Christmas Dinner. UGH. $160 out of my bank account (thankfully returned), my cassette iPod adapter, but worst of all my Moleskine.