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my mom came and got me from school. i took her to Faulconer to look at Bobbie McKibbin's work, and the students' stuff. My lunch bag broke and spilled food on the path. We drove: I drove, went 85! hurray! though i dont like to use cars, they pollute. we listened to my Books cd, and Camels, Dinosaurs, Rainbows...or something, tapes...and BNL, sang along to everything. Talked about dinner and the sky, how beautiful the clouds are. traffic. radio stations, but no one was playing Britney Spears, it made me sad. She is addicting, i believe. It is all Becca's fault! so boring. sorry, that was not connected to becca. it is just that i was thinking about myself, or maybe other people. oh well. i unwrapped a present, it was a carving of a woman holding a rose. it was called love. and i opened a fortune cookie. which told me that the love of my life was already in my life. which is depressing. i dont want one. i want all of them...[sick][what a player]. how can i ever be happy to flirt with only one person? is one person able to fulfill me? i dont think so. and it is impossible anyways. grr. i showed my parents my project and they were unimpressed. but i love it. maybe that is the love of my life. art... marry the paper and paint and pens and water and images. or the images will be the children? a child, a love child? orphans? no, i will not die and leave them orphaned. i will live forever. and shelter them and let them live their lives and get scuffed up and used a bit, but they can come home to me. and i will feed them with paint, or crayons. noone will mind if i feed them crayons.