10:11 am - Friday, Jun. 21, 2002
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Enjoying myself much to highly doing nothing. Listening to the raido, listening to "Hemmorage (In My Hands)" by Fuel and I like this song because I can sing along well.
My brother wants my advice on when to start packing and I tell him soon. I am much too concerned with drawing and writing and listening to music and doing whatever I can to pretend to be creative and artistic right now.
Then I can pack a bag and ehad off with my family to the beach for the weekend. I have to remember to keep a notebook with me at all times. All these thoughts have been coursing through my mind and I keep losing them. I'm thinking about my childhood alot. It seems so long ago. This is my 5th year in this neighborhood. That that lond a time, but it seems like forever. Nobody who used to still lives there, so the days from before are gone.
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