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Old news: The Pacific Northwest had an earthquake today. Me? I was drying off after a shower in the morning. The first few tremors had me thinking that my family was running down / up the stairs..then it just simply didn't seem to stop, ...and the shaking got bigger...I could just FEEL my bathroom bending like a wave, and I heard my sliding shower and washroom doors shaking, and my windows rattling as well.

Ignorance is bliss.

By the time I figured out it was NOT my family on the stairs nor them shaking my doors and that it WAS an earthquake, the first thought that came to my mind thereafter was, "man. They would have found me naked in my washroom."


Anyways.

In bigger striking-er, more original news, Dave sent me a poem. He said it's to me. ...It has no noticible theme, nor does it have any detectable feelings. It's one of those "neutral" rhyming poems. Perhaps I don't feel anything for rhyming poems simply because I don't feel they do the emotions behind it justice. But HIS particular one, I truely cannot understand.

Again, like Jack the Pumpkin king in Nightmare before Christmas, "But what does it MEAN?"


I got an exam back. It was graded on a curve, so luckily I managed a "B". I don't understand it. I didn't understand ANYTHING in the course yet I got what I got. I didn't even understand the explanations. gee. ...I suppose I'll be getting another one back tomorrow as well..I think I did a little better on that one, and the one for math I did particularly well on -- I KNOW that course.

Back to the poet. I don't understand. I ....have never known anyone like him. Do I like him?? I know I like him. Do I LIKE him? Do I want to??

Do I want him as a friend?

I don't think I could let go of him as a friend.


I have been deathly sick. I'm feeling better today, but the symptoms are a consistently plugged throat and nose, slight fever and headaches, body pains, sneezing. My voice goes in and out at inopurtune times (like when I'm answering the phone or asking an important question or when I want to retort something, anything) and I imagine it must be wonderful to be hearing my hacking cough in the middle of a sentance.

I wish I could write again. ..yes..I know I'm writing now. But I wish I could have the skills I had in high school. That night I was writing about love...about contradiction and fallacies.. That is how I used to wonder...to think....to live. I remember thinking so much in high school that my friends would shake their heads and laugh.

I haven't wondered in so long.

Fiscal.

Done your taxes? I wonder how the hell you people do it. ..I hand mine off to my parent's accountant..and so this year I handed off my slips from work (I've had three jobs in the past year), slips from school (Again, I've been in three institutions) and receipts from charities and other miscellaneous stuff. That would definately be a pain in the ass to calculate myself.

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