Oh the joy of eljay
Jul. 31st, 2007 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sweetprinceReading through old entries, like the first month I had this lj, and oh man, I was an emo-kid with an extremely large vocabulary--something that should never be unleashed upon the world.
5-4-2005: I'm supposed to be writing my autobiography in Japanese right now. Basically it's all bullshit. It has moments of my brothers' coming into the world and that deranged period in which the Spice Girls was my favorite band when there should be stories of high rises and good restaurants and sliding down the giant circular window in the bloomingdale building 4 stories up.
5-11-2005:to whom it may concern . . .Conor gave me a marriage counceling book yesterday. I have yet to understand why.
5-12-2005: At this very moment, I'm babysitting Cole and Hagen (or S.C. as Hagen prefers to be called. Don't ask me why, I do not know). We played trivia for candy, argued over whether or not to eat dinner, and whether or not I wanted to hear Def Leppard's "Pour some Sugar on Me" for the fourhundredth time. Currently they have stuffed themselves into pillow cases (pillows still inside) and are jumping around the room.
7-16-2005:Yesterday, as I was about to walk up the stairs at Borders, these idiotic teens who come to Stanford for camp were coming down the stairs and they took one look at my shirt (which said Your Vote, Your Voice, Your Future) and they said, "We're all Republicans" as if they were in a conversation about it with each other and then as they walked past me the boy turned and said "Liberalism is a mental disease." I was taken aback, but I thought about it, and if it's considered liberal to go out and vote and that Conservatives shouldn't vote, I whole-heartedly agree.
7-27-2005: Cillian Murphy for president, I'm sorry I don't know where that came from.
7-29-2005: I had a horribly disorienting dream last night. They were sharp shooting in New Haven Proper and they asked me to participate, and I did it. In fact, I was the best there, but the guns were loaded with bread. I felt horrible when I woke up, because I'm pretty sure I killed somebody with the bread.
What happened? I was a much more interesting person in the throws of high school. Admittedly, more maudlin even than I am now, but one can't have everything.
5-4-2005: I'm supposed to be writing my autobiography in Japanese right now. Basically it's all bullshit. It has moments of my brothers' coming into the world and that deranged period in which the Spice Girls was my favorite band when there should be stories of high rises and good restaurants and sliding down the giant circular window in the bloomingdale building 4 stories up.
5-11-2005:to whom it may concern . . .Conor gave me a marriage counceling book yesterday. I have yet to understand why.
5-12-2005: At this very moment, I'm babysitting Cole and Hagen (or S.C. as Hagen prefers to be called. Don't ask me why, I do not know). We played trivia for candy, argued over whether or not to eat dinner, and whether or not I wanted to hear Def Leppard's "Pour some Sugar on Me" for the fourhundredth time. Currently they have stuffed themselves into pillow cases (pillows still inside) and are jumping around the room.
7-16-2005:Yesterday, as I was about to walk up the stairs at Borders, these idiotic teens who come to Stanford for camp were coming down the stairs and they took one look at my shirt (which said Your Vote, Your Voice, Your Future) and they said, "We're all Republicans" as if they were in a conversation about it with each other and then as they walked past me the boy turned and said "Liberalism is a mental disease." I was taken aback, but I thought about it, and if it's considered liberal to go out and vote and that Conservatives shouldn't vote, I whole-heartedly agree.
7-27-2005: Cillian Murphy for president, I'm sorry I don't know where that came from.
7-29-2005: I had a horribly disorienting dream last night. They were sharp shooting in New Haven Proper and they asked me to participate, and I did it. In fact, I was the best there, but the guns were loaded with bread. I felt horrible when I woke up, because I'm pretty sure I killed somebody with the bread.
What happened? I was a much more interesting person in the throws of high school. Admittedly, more maudlin even than I am now, but one can't have everything.
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Date: 2007-08-01 03:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-01 09:37 pm (UTC)*hugs you*