Jack and Squat
Posted on September 22, 2004 | Filed Under Life in NC
About all I’ve had for free time lately has been Jack and Squat. Today is the first day in 9 days that I’ve had a moment to myself.
What has been occupying my time? Well, studying for one thing. I’ve been busting my butt the past week and a half getting ready for an Anatomy test I had yesterday. Didn’t go well. Read more
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Going Postal
Posted on September 14, 2004 | Filed Under Book of Emptiness
I’m not sure when I recognized that things had changed.
It could very well have been the first time I reached into a mailbox and knew that there was a letter from my Grammy in Michigan.
She lives in a town called Stillwater. It’s got like a gazillion lakes and during the summer it’s one of the best places to be because the swimming is awesome and the guys are almost all cute and it’s easy to make friends because everyone is friendly.
Grammy is funny, she collects lots of old dolls. She’s turned her whole basement into this colossal doll museum. Now, I know I’m a girl, but I never really got into dolls that much. Even when I was little. But being in Grammy’s basement, checking out all the dolls is amazing. You’d never dream that so many different types of dolls existed. She goes to these doll conventions all over the world and she brings home one or two dolls she finds there every time she goes. They keep adding up and adding up. But it really is a sight to behold. I mean, it’s not really a museum; she doesn’t just let anybody down. But I get to whenever I want. I go down and maneuver my way through all of the aisles and cabinets and spot one specific doll and Grammy tells me all about how she got it and then I make up my own story about who or what the doll is.
I like that about visiting Grammy.
But I think the change happened the day I realized there was a letter from her in our mailbox.
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A Prayer for Mother Russia
Posted on September 6, 2004 | Filed Under Musings
The Washington Post has displayed some very brutal images of the siege of the Russian school and the deaths of over 300 people, about half of them children.
I have no words to express the sympathy I feel for the parents of the hostages and the hostages themselves.
I have no words to express the utter rage I feel for the sort of coward that would hide behind a child in the name of their ’cause.’ Read more
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