Sunday, June 27, 2004

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Thursday, June 24, 2004

Let's waste a post.

Firsts

First best friend: Joel S.
First real memory of something: Sitting in my mom's bed watching the sun come up.
First date: ----
First break-up: ----
First job: Cleaning the windows at my father's car company.
First screen name: lucky_505
First funeral: A woman named Margaret Hall, I miss her.
First pet: Blackie, Black Lab
First piercing or tattoo: Cartilage pierced, nautical on my left hand.
First credit card: Visa from Wells Fargo
First enemy: This kid named Andy that my mother babysat.
First big trip: Million hour van ride to Mexico.

Lasts


Last cigarette: A while back.
Last big ride: Austin, a few weeks back.
Last Kiss: Last night.
Last good cry: Don't remember, and I can't say it was good.
Last library book checked out: No freaking clue.
Last movie seen: The Terminal. So damned cute.
Last beverage: Dr. Pepper sitting next to me.
Last food consumed: Homemade pizza.
Last crush: Girl named Michelle'.
Last phone call: Michelle' like an hour ago.
Last time showered: This morning.
Last shoes worn: Black and gray Rowley XLT belonging to Emily.
Last CD played: Halifax compilation.
Last item bought: Pocky in chocolate and strawberry.
Last annoyance: Mom blaming me for aggitating the dog.
Last disappointment: If I could only count them...
Last soda drank: Dr. Pepper
Last time wanting to die: Not sure.
Last shirt worn: Gray University of Texas tshirt.
Last website visited: mlb.com

I am: cynical
I think: a lot
I know: more than you
I want: the world
I keep: to myself
I wish: I had a time machine
I miss: things being easy
I fear: nothing
I hear: everything
I wonder: about everything
I search: for myself
I love: when things are great
I always: lie
I understand: too much
I dance: slowly
I guess: when I am bothered
I consider: the obvious
I fight: until I win
I wait: for you
I have: myself
I live: for no one
I believe: that someday I will be wrong
I can't: stop
I need: a hand
I die: to see why I should live
I am certain: that all is uncertain.
I feel: sleepy

Hmm... that is all.

=Lucky=

[ =Lucky= ] | 11:26 PM | (0) comments

Wednesday, June 16, 2004

Interesting.

Haha, so yeah, Minal and I went to REI today so I could pick up a new rock climbing harness. We looked around the harnesses for like five minutes until I picked one that I liked. We also discovered that Minal wants ice shoes. She believe it will increase her fighting ability. I dismissed it as just another way to hurt herself or others, even inanimate objects suck as parked cars, but oh well. I discovered that i also want an ice pick. I don't ever plan on going climbing, but hey, we could all use an ice pick in Houston.

We eventually left REI and drove to Houston Ski & Board, it was closed, so we walked further down the strip to %&$#!@ #&@%$. Boy, was that funny. Coke flavored? Crazy. Haha, Minal loves birthday cards. haha. After that hilarious experience, we continued to another unique place, %$&@^# %!@$#&% &%#$!%@#, funny scent, real funny scent. That place was crazy. There was garbage everywhere and people arguing, and tassels. We also wanted to go to the comic book shop, but it was closed. So then, I came home, cos I was missing dinner.

So it was a pretty uneventful day. Well, the first part anyway, the end wasn't so bad.

=Lucky=

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Monday, June 07, 2004

Oh me, oh my.

Yeah, you're not crazy, this is a post.

It's about one in the morning and I am tired but not sleepy. I am actually in the mood to write, but I have nothign to write. I am not sure of what I want to write. Note that this does not mean write here on this blog, it means to write in a book, on paper. Give me some ideas and maybe I'll do it. If it hits me in the right spot.

Oh, I also thouht of a new layout for this site, it won't be up for a long time, mainly because i haven't got a single idea how I will go about doing this. Just keep one thing in mind; Moleskine.

That is all.

=Lucky=

[ =Lucky= ] | 1:18 AM | (0) comments

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