Monthly Archives: August 2003

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Today is my mother’s birthday. It was quite a good day I guess. I was awakened at around 10:30 and told we were going to breakfast in a few minutes, so I got up quickly to prepare for the first … Continue reading

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Hm. Schubert’s Unfinished Symphony is on the radio. I played that in a summer camp summer before 7th grade. I hated that camp, but I loved the music we got to play. It’s amazing, but I remember every single note … Continue reading

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What does it say about me if, of the ten CDs that are in my CD player, six of them have been in there ever since I got it, in eighth grade?

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Yesterday I went to Sam’s house, which was nice since I’m very lonely and bored now that no one else is here. My uncle stops by from time to time, but other than that, I have to talk to my … Continue reading

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I can’t figure out why memories of my childhood disturb me so much. For one thing, whenever my parents mention moments from my youth, I get tremendously defensive and upset. But the music from my youth seems to upset me … Continue reading

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How can you burn down a house by making toast?


I wouldn’t have thought it possible until yesterday, but my mother got dangerously close to doing just that. The burglar/fire alarm (which I thought and still do think is absolutely useless in the 5th safest city in the US) went … Continue reading

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