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I have a desk, a dresser with no drawers, and a bed with sheets and stuff but no pillow in my room as of now.
yessssss. i'm so productive. it only took me all summer. heh.
i'll hang some more posters again tomorrow i guess and then try and move the drawers into my room.
school starts tuesday. fuuuuuuuuck.
i like sarah brightman. and jump little children. they are nice for tired lazy moments.
"I almost drowned when I was eleven. I was swimming in a lake and became entangled in the weeds and algae of the muck below when I dove beneath the surface. As I was trying to free myself, I fought with all my energy just to reach the surface. Looking back, I probably should have spent it on trying to free my feet, but then I was only worried about air. It's funny how one's brain goes to auto-pilot. As my lungs were about to explode with pain and water enter my body, my vision became cloudy and bright. I remember thinking in my head very calming that I was going to die and being bitter that I had never gotten married, driven a car, had children of my own. I was bitter. I was angry at my parents for taking me to the lake instead of the pool. I was angry at myself for diving into that disgusting and putrid water. It was the calm before the storm when I assessed the situation. I'm not ready, it's not fair, and then a rush and blackness. Well, I didn't die. A near death experience. It's supposed to change you profoundly somehow. I don't feel any different, even now going back and rethinking it. The only difference is my fear of lakes. Not very profound if you ask me. All in all, I'm disappointed." --M.J.M.
yessssss. i'm so productive. it only took me all summer. heh.
i'll hang some more posters again tomorrow i guess and then try and move the drawers into my room.
school starts tuesday. fuuuuuuuuck.
i like sarah brightman. and jump little children. they are nice for tired lazy moments.
"I almost drowned when I was eleven. I was swimming in a lake and became entangled in the weeds and algae of the muck below when I dove beneath the surface. As I was trying to free myself, I fought with all my energy just to reach the surface. Looking back, I probably should have spent it on trying to free my feet, but then I was only worried about air. It's funny how one's brain goes to auto-pilot. As my lungs were about to explode with pain and water enter my body, my vision became cloudy and bright. I remember thinking in my head very calming that I was going to die and being bitter that I had never gotten married, driven a car, had children of my own. I was bitter. I was angry at my parents for taking me to the lake instead of the pool. I was angry at myself for diving into that disgusting and putrid water. It was the calm before the storm when I assessed the situation. I'm not ready, it's not fair, and then a rush and blackness. Well, I didn't die. A near death experience. It's supposed to change you profoundly somehow. I don't feel any different, even now going back and rethinking it. The only difference is my fear of lakes. Not very profound if you ask me. All in all, I'm disappointed." --M.J.M.