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"It's just going to be like this, all black?" "It's gonna be that ... simple, beautiful, classic." "It does look like, you know, black leather. You can see yourself in both sides." "It's like a black mirror." "Well I think it looks like death. It looks like mourning." "David David, every movie in every cinema is about death. Death sells." "There is something about this that's so black that, it's like, how much more black could this be? and the answer is...none...none more black."  When cleaning out my old room recently, I came across quite a few treasures of my many former selves. Among these were pages and pages of basically every note that was passed to me from about 7th grade through 12th. There was one constant that remained througout all those years of former selves: I was the biggest sap ever! ... at least when it came to girls. I have written way too many melodramatic letters professing my love or some other obsession in my lifetime. Sad really. It really is. Here's an idea...let us pick, at random, one note from the pile right now and see if it reveals anything scandelous or otherwise ... Oklay...that one won't work ... too incriminating for the other person. Shall we try again? ... Aha...okay...here's one..although, I have only pulled the first page, so I won't write the whole thing. It's quite amusing actually, and sure enough, if gives some hint of sapiness in my own life. I won't reveal the person who wrote it at this time. 2/2/96 Betty Sue, Hello, how are you? I'm fine, I hate snow, it sucks! At least we didn't get that much last night. So, is today the BIG day? Are ya' finally going to POP THE QUESTION? Hopefully you won't chicken out! She'll say yes! Did you hear about Steph Doyle and Jeff Kaschhube? If you didn't I'll tell you, I can't write it in this note in case I lose it. It has to do with 69!!! But don't say anything to anyone, I promised Steph that I wouldn't tell ANYONE, that's how must I trust you. SO you better not tell. Michelle definitely doesn't like you, she made that clear to me in the hall this morning! I was talking to Mike Spadaro's sister yesterday at the dentist and I saw more pictures of him! He looks better in pictures than in person! You would think so too! So how's Brian Hess, have you seen him lately? have you talked to Heather? Are you ever going to meet her? She's probably gay, or something! ---> And thats where the page ends. Kinda silly stuff, I know...but, ah the memories! I could write a story about every thing mentioned in that note. I can't quite figure out which 'Michelle' that was though. Surprisingly, I dont think it was a girl that I liked. UPDATE: fine fine...i made the page a bit easier for you slow folks. you owe me. As promised ... (dial-ups, expect to wait forever)           10:21 AM Have you ever seen a movie in which one of the characters suddenly started choking hysterically...to the point where another character exclaims, "Oh my god!" or "Somebody get a doctor!" If I could be part of such drama every day of my life, I'd be much happier really. *phone rings. caller ID reads 'Arcadia University'* -Hello? -Hello? Hi, could I axe you a question? -...okay... -It's about piercings. -Um, okay. -Sorry, I just need to know...see...I want to get a belly button piercing... -Uh-huh. -But I have an outtie... -I see. -Can I still get a piercing..and do they pierce the outtie itself...or..how does that work? -Umm...I think you actually have the wrong number. -Oh ... Okay ... -Sorry. -Okay ... bye. Well ... the room is done and I've already moved up. Shall we have some before and after? (Sorry for some specs on the camera lens). Also...the flash makes the colors look much brighter than they seem in reality...but anyway...more pics of the entire process are on the way.  
  Do tell ... what does my font look like? Does it look more like a "times" font, or a less seriffy font like arial. It seems that whenever I view this site from a different computer, the font changes. There are about 6 or 7 of you who will check this site within the next 24 hours. I want an answer from each of you. Now. UPDATE: I think I finally fixed it, so you don't need reply ... UNLESS you still see an arial font.  11:27 AM I bought a brand new internet router (separate from the perfectly-working one that I already own) for my room the other day, just to improve my video-game playing with Kyle. This is the life I lead. New carpet on Thursday, after which the move upstairs finally begins. I know you are as excited as I am. A little over a year ago I went to NYC for a journalism workshop. And I remember that anytime our group would walk through the city, I would always step on the back of this girl's feet. I really couldn't help it, and I honestly felt bad. I was wearing boots while she was wearing sandals. But in the beginning it was just sort of amusing. I mean...what are the chances I would step on the back of her feet 2 or 3 times? Sorry, I said, and we both kind of laughed. But around the 5th or 6th time, she was getting really annoyed. Eventually she said something along the lines of, "Jesus, what the fuck?" I apologized again...but the whole thing had become very surreal for me. I almost decided to start INTENTIONALLY doing it (not that I would have to, since i was doing it so often anyway), so that she would think I was some sort of freak who liked to step on the back of girl's feet. Then again...I guess that WOULD make me one of those people. But anyway...it happened once or twice more, and I just couldn't beleive it. Sometimes I didn't even realize I was walking behind her until after I'd step on her. I was truly amazed with the odds. She, on the other hand, clearly hated me by the end of the workshop. When I die, I want someone to be able to hit an "insta-grave" button that basically bypasses the whole funeral process, shuts me up in a box and buries me into hole without even an obituary. I would, however, like an eternal flame. I've always wanted an eternal flame. ----- Further revelations about the passage of time, as also contemplated in a previous post: In 1983, I was 3 years old. "Oldies" music was a lot of music from the 1950s, a 30-year difference that I could barely comprehend until I compared it to the following idea: In 2013 (just ten years away), I will be 33. If we stick to the 30-year concept, 80s music would then be just as old as some of the oldies that played in 1983. And, if certain oldies radio stations follow a similar path as one has in Philadelphia (now beginning to add 70s music into their oldies playlist) then 80s music will indeed be oldies by the next decade. Futher proof that a) I feel too old, and b) (and much more philosophical from an epistomoligcal standpoint) the human mind, in reference to time (and space, really) is an ever-changing equation whose variables almost always seem constant in the present moment, but differ radically when said equation(s) are interpreted, compared, contrasted, or just plain figured out. This is especially why we cannot (cannot meaning BOTH unable and unpermitted) truly make important decisions on world matters (in both political or, say, environmental matters). That is my tentative conclusion. Tomorrow, a month, 30 years from now, this conclusion may be different. In other news ... porn surge in Iraq! 
Most food looks pretty disgusting when photographed up close, especially this turkey sandwich I made tonight, but boy was it delish! 
For these pictures, I will make a long story short: Senior dinner, last semester, lots of wine, post dinner parties, more wine, stolen bikes, dangerous ride down Route 9G in upstate New York, rummaging through boxes of trashed clothes ... I'd be more specific, but that's about all I remember: 
 Fridays at work are laid back, which is always nice because usually I don't feel like doing anything anyway. Today, I was there for two hours before reaching the point of having absolutely nothing to do, with about 4 more hours left until I had planned to go home. In some cases, this is not always good, especially if there are people who will be looking over your shoulder constantly to see what you are doing. But since such person doesn't exist in my situation, having nothign to do is absolutely wonderful. After an hour or two more of nothingness, I checked my emails and decided to look in the 'sent mail' folder, which I was thrilled to find filled with months of emails sent from the last guy who filled my position. So for the next hour I read every email that looked remotely personal, and within that time I had successully snuck into the inner workings of someone else's life. From the break-up of a longterm relationship to 2 job resignations, these emails shared it all. I was honestly sad to come to the last sent email which was a message to a friend about leaving Montgomery Newspapers. Through my eyes, this man's life had ended right then. This reminds me of a time last year when I came upon a computer at my school which had the name and password of someone's email saved into the computer. So, of course, I logged in and began reading. After just a few emails, I could tell it was a freshman's email, because a few of the received messages asked questions like, "How do you like it there" and "Do you miss home?" Well...feeling particularly bent on inserting some chaos into someone else's, I replied to one such email with the following message: "Hey Betsy [the recipients real name, of course], I really like it here. Everyone has been really cool so far. I don't have time to talk, but I am all confused about stuff right now. I think I might be gay. I'll explain more later. -Sara" Now, don't get me wrong. I do feel a little bad about whatever awkward situations I may have suddenly caused, but at the time, I could not resist. Lesson of the day ... protect your personal correspondence with unsaved passwords, and delete all emails you wouldn't want someone else to read ... especially since there are crazy people with no lives out there who will try to fuck with your own. Honestly, if I had a life right now, I'd share every moment with you. But right now my life consists of work and preparing my new bedroom. I promise to get some pics soon, but for now you'll just have to deal with your imagination. |
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