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2 updates in one day...haha, it's been a while. I just finished my Final project for art and am starting my memoir (it's going to be a long night), i would be done but my little brother had an english paper to write. My memoir is turning into a personal essay about memories and how we are 100 different people....probably not a good thing. It's so windy outside, that i feel like im one of the 3 little pigs. "I'll huff and i'll puff and i'll blow your house down."
If I have to work tomorrow I am going to feel absolutely dead. I have no idea whether oor not I have to work. I finally gave them my phone number yet chris still tells leah when im working instead of calling me??
My knee has been hurting a lot lately so i am going to chop it off.
Every birth gives life to a hundred different people, many of them disappearing before they've had a chance to shine. As I look back on my life digging for a significant memory these people flash before my eyes. The people I was, the people my friends were all seem to blur together. I remember all things we used to say and everything we once believed and I am amazed by how much we've changed. It's hard for me to pinpoint moments of clarity or life defining moments because I don't have enough perspective. This is a memoir so to speak, I do not know what it will accomplish. Maybe I can show you the path my life has taken so far, maybe not. Often I feel like my life is disjointed. One part of me does not flow easily into another. I do not change as years go by, instead I die and am reborn. Here's to the people I was, wherever they are now.
It's strange how no two people truly share the same memories. Every moment means something different to all the people experiencing the moment. Maybe it's not the theme of the memories themselves, but the act of remembering that twines all our separate lives together