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So tonight I decided to read my livejournal. Or at least as much as I could. I wanted to decide if I think its worth keeping. And it is. This entry is from march 23rd, I wrote it at the demand of kathryn blythe to write something significant so that she could have something to read. And here it is in italics for anyone who would like to read it:
[ mood | screw moods ]
[ music | Ifuwoudonlylistnumighjusrelizewhaturmissinurmissinurmissinme ]
So this evening I was having an internet conversation with one of my message board friends who is a guitarist and goes to college in Charlotte and he was talking about his trip to Ireland for spring break and he asked me if I had ever left the country and that made me remember the only time I have actually left this country was the summer after fifth grade when I toured New England and briefly went to Canada to see Niagara falls. There are two things that I remember vividly about that trip:
1. try to follow me on this one, but u know how at most tourist attractions and even at welcome centers to new states and at weird gas stations they have those machines that you stick a couple quarters in and a penny and then you choose a little design and you turn a crank and your penny pops out smushed flat with a little picture on it? I've always thought that was a ridiculous waste of money because when it's all over you paid fifty cents (excuse me fifty one cents) to turn a little crank and get a penny back. However I've always kind of collected the damned things because I find a lot of fascination in flattening Abraham Lincoln's face and trying to see if when you are finished you can still recognize his features. ("I'd fight Lincoln") Ya so totally my line. But I digress. The only vivid memory from Niagara Falls is that I noticed that in Canada, they have those same machines but they don't take pennies (of course), but they don't take Canadian pennies either. You'd pay two Canadian quarters and then a round faceless piece of copper drops into the chute. AND THAT SUCKS. I proceeded to interrogate a Royal Mounty about why in the world did they destroy the best part of penny crushing. I was seriously looking forward to trying to discern Queen Elizabeth's distorted features for a change. So the Mounty told me that in Canada it's illegal to destroy or malform currency. (And I'm pretty sure it's illegal in America, too) but I just am truly bothered by that.
2. The second and final vivid memory I have of the trip, not the Canada part, but the whole trip is the Baseball Hall of Fame. And not anything inside the Basebal Hall of Fame. The thing I remember most vividly is the argument that my parents had outside the Baseball Hall of Fame. To this day I can't remember what it was about, just that I know I was happily trying to recall the names of all the players in Abott and Costello's "Who's on First" routine (Who- 1st Base, What- Second, I Don't Know- 3rd Base, Yesterday- pitcher, Tomorrow- Catcher, Why- left field? I don't give a darn- shortstop; I think I left out centerfield or mixed something up but thats a pretty good memory if you ask me) there was a presentation of it in the Hall of Fame and I absolutely loved it. All of a sudden, my parents started getting into it. It finally got to the point where my mom grabbed me and was trying to get a cab back to our hotel and then fly us home. I remember crying harder than I ever had before ove one of my parent's arguments. I remember falling onto the hotel bed and refusing to leave because "the vacation wasn't over yet." And it wasn't. My parents never really apologized, but we finished the rest of our vacation with some family friends in Pittsburgh, where I basically avoided my parents whenever I could.
So that's it. That's my journal entry. The memory of two images from my trip to New England. The only two that stick out in my mind. They must mean something about my character.
I wish I was the all-singing all-dancing crap of the world.
I wish I could change the color of my eyes on command.
I wish I could stop facial hair growth, and then whenever I wanted just have whatever facial hair I wanted.
If I could fight one of my friends, I think I'd fight Derrick Prioleau.
And not because I have a grugde against him
the exact opposite in fact
because I'd want to test the theory that you can't truly know a person until you face them in a fight
I feel like a broken taper candle
like I got hit really hard on a table or something and now you can't even see my wick anymore
I'll probably get high again
just being honest
speaking of which
I saw Anthony Hughes
3 times this weekend
driving
and not in the neighborhood ever.
I bought Donald Duck orange juice
Because when it comes to entertaining kids
Donald Duck is a natural
and when it comes to quenching thirst with healthy vitamins and minerals and blah blah blah
Donald Duck Orange Juice is a natural, too
I am the disk that puts the game on your computer but won't actually let you play it.
Disk 1
I am looking for Disk 2, the one that makes the game work. Without it, I can't function. Without me, it can't function.
I think I left you in my old computer when I traded it in.
"Reading the front page made me feel a lot better. Against that heinous background, my crimes were pale and meaningless. I was a relatively respectable citizen-- a multiple felon perhaps, but certainly not dangerous. And when the Great Scorer came to write against my name, that would surely make a difference...Or would it?"
-Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
"Oh, Jesus! Did you just see what God just did to us?
God didn't do that! You did it. You're a fucking narcotics agent!"
-Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
and heres one from June 8th:
[ mood | lost ]
all I can say is:
Ladies and Gentlemen, this one's going to make the highlight reel....
I repost that one as the one for last night. . .
[ mood | screw moods ]
[ music | Ifuwoudonlylistnumighjusrelizewhaturmissinurmissinurmissinme ]
So this evening I was having an internet conversation with one of my message board friends who is a guitarist and goes to college in Charlotte and he was talking about his trip to Ireland for spring break and he asked me if I had ever left the country and that made me remember the only time I have actually left this country was the summer after fifth grade when I toured New England and briefly went to Canada to see Niagara falls. There are two things that I remember vividly about that trip:
1. try to follow me on this one, but u know how at most tourist attractions and even at welcome centers to new states and at weird gas stations they have those machines that you stick a couple quarters in and a penny and then you choose a little design and you turn a crank and your penny pops out smushed flat with a little picture on it? I've always thought that was a ridiculous waste of money because when it's all over you paid fifty cents (excuse me fifty one cents) to turn a little crank and get a penny back. However I've always kind of collected the damned things because I find a lot of fascination in flattening Abraham Lincoln's face and trying to see if when you are finished you can still recognize his features. ("I'd fight Lincoln") Ya so totally my line. But I digress. The only vivid memory from Niagara Falls is that I noticed that in Canada, they have those same machines but they don't take pennies (of course), but they don't take Canadian pennies either. You'd pay two Canadian quarters and then a round faceless piece of copper drops into the chute. AND THAT SUCKS. I proceeded to interrogate a Royal Mounty about why in the world did they destroy the best part of penny crushing. I was seriously looking forward to trying to discern Queen Elizabeth's distorted features for a change. So the Mounty told me that in Canada it's illegal to destroy or malform currency. (And I'm pretty sure it's illegal in America, too) but I just am truly bothered by that.
2. The second and final vivid memory I have of the trip, not the Canada part, but the whole trip is the Baseball Hall of Fame. And not anything inside the Basebal Hall of Fame. The thing I remember most vividly is the argument that my parents had outside the Baseball Hall of Fame. To this day I can't remember what it was about, just that I know I was happily trying to recall the names of all the players in Abott and Costello's "Who's on First" routine (Who- 1st Base, What- Second, I Don't Know- 3rd Base, Yesterday- pitcher, Tomorrow- Catcher, Why- left field? I don't give a darn- shortstop; I think I left out centerfield or mixed something up but thats a pretty good memory if you ask me) there was a presentation of it in the Hall of Fame and I absolutely loved it. All of a sudden, my parents started getting into it. It finally got to the point where my mom grabbed me and was trying to get a cab back to our hotel and then fly us home. I remember crying harder than I ever had before ove one of my parent's arguments. I remember falling onto the hotel bed and refusing to leave because "the vacation wasn't over yet." And it wasn't. My parents never really apologized, but we finished the rest of our vacation with some family friends in Pittsburgh, where I basically avoided my parents whenever I could.
So that's it. That's my journal entry. The memory of two images from my trip to New England. The only two that stick out in my mind. They must mean something about my character.
I wish I was the all-singing all-dancing crap of the world.
I wish I could change the color of my eyes on command.
I wish I could stop facial hair growth, and then whenever I wanted just have whatever facial hair I wanted.
If I could fight one of my friends, I think I'd fight Derrick Prioleau.
And not because I have a grugde against him
the exact opposite in fact
because I'd want to test the theory that you can't truly know a person until you face them in a fight
I feel like a broken taper candle
like I got hit really hard on a table or something and now you can't even see my wick anymore
I'll probably get high again
just being honest
speaking of which
I saw Anthony Hughes
3 times this weekend
driving
and not in the neighborhood ever.
I bought Donald Duck orange juice
Because when it comes to entertaining kids
Donald Duck is a natural
and when it comes to quenching thirst with healthy vitamins and minerals and blah blah blah
Donald Duck Orange Juice is a natural, too
I am the disk that puts the game on your computer but won't actually let you play it.
Disk 1
I am looking for Disk 2, the one that makes the game work. Without it, I can't function. Without me, it can't function.
I think I left you in my old computer when I traded it in.
"Reading the front page made me feel a lot better. Against that heinous background, my crimes were pale and meaningless. I was a relatively respectable citizen-- a multiple felon perhaps, but certainly not dangerous. And when the Great Scorer came to write against my name, that would surely make a difference...Or would it?"
-Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
"Oh, Jesus! Did you just see what God just did to us?
God didn't do that! You did it. You're a fucking narcotics agent!"
-Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
and heres one from June 8th:
[ mood | lost ]
all I can say is:
Ladies and Gentlemen, this one's going to make the highlight reel....
I repost that one as the one for last night. . .