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I have made progress on the shopping debacle. I bought my brother the Ultimate Yardbirds CD and one of those tiki man Nalgene bottles. I'm buying my dad a sketchbook and some good drawing pencils and then shooting a roll of film downtown of random artsy things and then placing my favorite pictures on pages inside the sketchbook. My mom is still confusing me and I will need more time to think on that. Emma and Ali still need good presents. Everyone else is pretty much covered.
I saw a car today with two old people in it. It was like this ugly maroon Cadillac. On the rim of their license plate it said, "Help me, I can't get out and he just farted!" I look into the window at the old man and woman and just started laughing.
Other things are going on, but I'm writing about them in a private, paper journal in my room. I realize I would write in it more, but my hand always starts to cramp and then I shorten what I want to say. Whereas when I'm typing it's just one long streaming thought where you can write about as fast as you think. More honest and detailed work takes place in typing. Though, I doubt it's true honesty because you are typing things that everyone else reads.
I saw a car today with two old people in it. It was like this ugly maroon Cadillac. On the rim of their license plate it said, "Help me, I can't get out and he just farted!" I look into the window at the old man and woman and just started laughing.
Other things are going on, but I'm writing about them in a private, paper journal in my room. I realize I would write in it more, but my hand always starts to cramp and then I shorten what I want to say. Whereas when I'm typing it's just one long streaming thought where you can write about as fast as you think. More honest and detailed work takes place in typing. Though, I doubt it's true honesty because you are typing things that everyone else reads.