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2009 24 January :: 3.19am
Death Magnetic I enjoy, really like Unforgiven III it speaks to me
Also Frost/Nixon was very awesome.
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2009 22 January :: 1.28am
My birthday week began today (Wednesday) and will continue through the end of the month because it's my birthday week and I say so.
I don't know if everything will go as planned but here's the outline (which will completely change now that I've said it):
Wednesday - THE BIRTHDAY
Dinner with my parents and Nick at some restaurant that I haven't chosen yet. I'm wavering between two Indian restaurants and Chinese food.
Sometime later that week
Ice skating at Patterson ice center/rink down the street. This is the ice skating rink I met Nick at. I got ice skates for Christmas and I've wanted to go back to there for a while now.
At some point Nick's family wants to get together at Jess' house but I haven't heard anything about that in a while.
Friday, Saturday or Sunday
Mini road trip to the new Sonic in Kalamazoo!
Monday or Tuesday the week after next
Logan's with roomies.
I am pumped.
P.S. Nick mentioned that when Obama leaves office we will both be 30. I mentioned that we will also be married and have one or more child. We both commenced freakouts.
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2009 21 January :: 2.00am
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2009 20 January :: 2.49pm
Because when I posted it as a comment, apparently it was far too crushing to everyone's overinflated sense of ecstasy this afternoon. Here are some of my favorite clips from Cracked's live blog of the inauguration.
Read more..
Whatever, Guess I'm the asshole.
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2009 19 January :: 4.21pm
See ya Gerge Dubya, I'm gonna miss that crazy fuck
Nevermind, You've reached the end of the line ...
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2009 15 January :: 10.24pm
KHAAAAAN!!!
I don't know what to do with myself. It's like when Kurt Vonnegut died all over again.
Sigh.
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2009 15 January :: 1.32am
Bowling tonight wasn't bad, wasn't great but I bowled my best since I got my new ball.
1)140
2)107
3)129
4)112
And I saw somebody I haven't talked to since I went to KCTC.
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2009 14 January :: 12.23am
I want to play a game
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2009 12 January :: 1.53pm
This was my windows 7 download speed
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2009 12 January :: 12.03am
Dear Isaiah Jakob,
It's been a year and 3 minutes since I found you and lost you all in one moment. I'm going to see your grave today but it's more than that. I come by to say hello all the time and I leave you things, but selfishly keep your lamb and blanket and hats and clothes..
But today is different.
Today is more.
Today is my realization that no matter what, time is going to keep marching by but this will never hurt any less. Nothing will ever feel so right wrapped around my finger than yours. Or my arms around you.
I don't fight the tears anymore.
I'm not ashamed and I'm sorry that I ever was. I'm sorry that it took me a few days to confess to my father, but I was scared, and I'm so sorry.
I know you already knew that. You already knew everything I needed to tell you. One breath was enough, for you, little man.
I'll still always want a million more.
But that's because I'm your mama and I love you and I miss you, and damn it, 8 hours was NOT enough. These pictures, these clothes, these toys, these cards - they get me by. But they're nothing compared to being able to fall asleep with you, even if it was just one night.
I breathed you in and memorized your scent and face and could probably measure out perfectly how long your fingernails were.
Things have changed so much and this world is a mess. Sometimes I'm glad you're there, and not here, because this world sucks and isn't fit for you and your perfection.
If there were some way I could cut to the front of the line and be with you, I would.
Or maybe we'd cut ties and sneak away to string together stars and build our own world, just the two of us. We could race pirate ships to nebulas and back, drink laughter and feast on dreams, and just be happy.
Because Isaiah Jakob, talking to a cold stone and damp grass just isn't working for me.
I see Kaleb and Karis and Emilio and Eliseo run through the house on the holidays and sometimes I wonder what it would be like to see you running along behind them. Or beside them. Or in front. Or maybe you'd do your own thing. Maybe you would rather sit and watch.
I was a watcher too.
Maybe you'd be outgoing, charming the pants off of every lady in every supermarket. Or maybe you'd be shy, covering your face.
Maybe you'd have my curls and pull at them nervously.
I do know you had my lips and my eyes and my nose.
I've pictured them all scrunching up into a smile for so long.
One year and three minutes, to be exact.
Your aunt picked up your Christmas star from the funeral home and gave it to me on New Years. I wrapped it in your blanket and tucked it in your chest.
And I cried just as hard as I'm crying now.
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