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A day in the life of..
Friday, 9 April 2004
Nov 25 2003
As Thanksgiving rolls around, quite in the same manner that I plan on rolling around after I stuff myself for 3 days straight with my grandparents, I like to think about what I can be thankful for.. Really and truly I can say that the worst part of my week is waking up at 9:30 to go to Anthropology, twice a week. 9:30. And, yes, while i still bitch about it, i mean come one.. 9:30. I used to wake up 4 hours earlier to swim like a maniac for an hour and a half, and then go to highschool for 7 hours. I can study and play video games and rock out to hundreds of pirated songs at the same time. I have a little fan base here who likes to see me play, and I find my self constantly surrounded by people who I can make happy and who I like to be around. The weather is nice, and I dont mind that the seasons in Georgia consist of "almost summr" "summer" "still summer" and "christmas" - it has sort of grown on me. If i wear the same clothes for two days, some people might notice, but no one will care. No one is going to hassle me if I dont do the right thing, but I have learned that being responsible for myself has its own rewards. But if you ask me tommorrow, I'll really be thankful for a couple days off to spend with my family, 'cause I miss them - and if you ask me on saturday, Ill be thankful to get the hell out of there. And so it goes..

Posted by un/lunchbox at 12:03 AM EDT
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Nov 30 2003
What a week - thanks to my friends for making me remember why I come home..

They say you can never go home again, and I can understand why- its never quite how you imagine or remember it. The door was locked, the dogs were asleep, and I wasnt as big of a deal as I'd hoped i would be. Saturday morning, when I woke up, I was the only person in my house, which was really creepy. Half of me wanted everything to pick up where I left it- the friends, hangin' out, making fun of Fazekas, listening to The D, but the other half wanted everything to be a real event - it sort of makes me feel narcisistic, but I'd like to think that after a long time away from my family that it would be a big deal when i come for the holidays.. Maybe its just me - and i really havent been gone that long, its just my first time really away i guess. In any case, friday and saturday were a riot, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself with several of my good friends from highschool. Its funny how you remember things about people that you havent seen in a while - things that dont really come to mind when you think about them, y'know? I think its great - I guess i sort of got so used to them when they were always around, but i kept noticing little things like gestures and swaggering steps and little sayings and dimples and freckles and eye colors and finding myself smiling like an stranger in a room full of familiarity. So now when im calling you can picture me remembering how your hair moves or your speech slurs, or how your eyes always crinkle a little at the end of your phrases- the mental images im sorting through and trying to match up with my nostalgia. Its stuff like this that sort of made me feel out of place - newness in a situation you've been in a million times.. sounds depressing but it was really just more of a deja-vu thing, awkward. I really want to write another song, but my fingers are too cold to play guitar, and my heater wont be turned on till 6.. so its naptime.

Posted by un/lunchbox at 12:02 AM EDT
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Nov 24 2003
I have been inspired. I have been enlightened. And I've been hella-bored. and thats the end of the capitalization thing.. come back when im not busy faking schoolwork.

Posted by un/lunchbox at 12:00 AM EDT
Updated: Friday, 9 April 2004 12:02 AM EDT
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