Part one of a story of a week away from my life

[mythematiclife]

Today, Elizabeth left.

STOP. REWIND. It is time to digress.

One week ago today Sunday March 16, 2003, I woke up slightly early to go to the Museum of Anthropology and Archeology at the University of Penn. Elizabeth joined my blood relatives and I, which officially began the end of our brief estrangement. It was a nice day and I enjoy that

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[darthanakin55]

Wow. Nice entry.

I can't even remember what I was doing when my mom told me they'd started dropping missiles. I was probably writing that silly semi-sarcastic letter to Papa John's International, Inc. How utterly and completely boring compared to your straight-from-a-movie-or-some-such-thing moment of music, drama, confusion, propaganda and tap dancing. I can totally picture how it'd be in a movie... the camera keeps cutting between shots of the dancers on stage, showered with bright lights, singing their hearts out, and shots of Elizabeth and Melissa, sitting in the humble, darkened high school auditorium, their president's Southern accent pounding on their eardrums and minds as the music is heard in the distant background. Then, a slowly zooming closeup on the withered "freedom fry"* as Bush speaks: "...We will pass through this time of peril and carry on the work of peace. We will defend our freedom. We will bring freedom to others. And we will prevail

[ixheartyou]

I actually read that whole thing.

I believe we should hang out sometime.