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25.05.02
I went for a carousel ride last weekend.
The animals are still beautiful. It's still a wonderful thing to do. But it's lost its magic. I can see that the horses that haven't been restored recently are faded and chipped; I have to try to pick out distinct bits of the landscape and orient myself.
And the horses seem so small now.
24.05.02
My father and I started singing, in unison, "Do you know the vacuum man?" (To the tune of that song about the Muffin Man.)
We grinned at each other, and he said, in a deadpan voice, "You have a very warped sense of humour, Marie."
I love my father.
24.05.02
It was bizarre, because for a moment I was completely convinced that it wasn't really happening; that I would wake up soon.
I want to wake up.
16.05.02
At any rate, I don't like having to depend on people. It makes me weak, and gives them the ability to hurt me. And, above all else, I don't want to be hurt.
I have no idea how the heck to deal with any of this, but I seem to feel the need to write it from time to time. Heaven knows why.
13.05.02
Walk up to one of those "punks" and ask them why they favour anarchy, and why it's superior to our current system. See if they can get through the explanation without saying "it just sucks, alright?!" Go ahead, I dare you.
I don't want to be one of those people. And I don't think I am.
But I won't - I can't - be sure.
And this bothers me.
.....am I introspective enough?
08.05.02
I am a heartless bitch.
06.05.02
She's really been getting on my nerves lately.
02.05.02
.....and I don't wanna go to France. *sigh*
But, ooh, thought. When is Kai going to France?
01.05.02
As it turns out, they had been canoeing in the Potomac. Which was probably a silly move to begin with, since we've been having a fair amount of rain lately, and the current was quite strong. However, they went ahead regardless, and ended up capsizing. My grandmother was caught in a current, and held on to the canoe until she was forced to let go of it because it was squishing her against rocks; my step-grandfather was in a slightly slower current. Eventually, they both washed up in the same general area - on an island in the middle of the river. They wandered around for a bit before finding each other. Then the swam to the Virginia side of the river and walked through woods with no path through them. Eventually, they met a nice young woman who gave them a ride to my house, where they were able to shower and change into dry clothes and were fed soup and tea. Now my parents are driving them home.
I'm just glad they're alive. I love them more than I'd realized.
25.04.02
Our tests have become tests of ability to use a TI-83 calculator. Our teacher simply tells us how to press the buttons correctly; we haven't even gone over how to do it by hand. And this is severely limiting my classmates, which is kinda sad. Whereas I tend to use a simple scientific calculator and use logic (which is, I think, one of the reasons I finish so quickly - I don't depend on the TI-83 to do my thinking for me), my classmates mindlessly punch in the formulas they're told to use, combined with the proper numbers. Presto, they have an answer.
It requires no thought at all, and I hate it. I hate that they do it, I hate that the state limits them like that, and I hate that I'm forced to use the TI-83 because WE HAVEN'T BEEN TAUGHT HOW TO DO THESE THINGS ANY OTHER WAY.
Grrr.
23.04.02
23.04.02
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