February 2004

up over Santa Monica Boulevard

February 29, 2004

Gas prices are $2.15 a gallon, for the lowest grade. So what do I do to celebrate? Drive over 100 miles in one evening to a mediocre dinner group outing, and a tiresome walk along Santa Monica Beach. Sure, in almost any other circumstance, Santa Monica Pier is such an alluring attraction, that almost nothing [...]

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13.86

February 28, 2004

A long time ago, I filled out a participant form in a suit against the price of music cd’s. Friday in the mail, I finally reaped my rewards. Things I can buy with $13.86: 1.8 movie tickets 26 blank cd-r so many frozen burriots 2 rolls of film enough fun-dip to be sick for a [...]

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Blow me Away

February 27, 2004

The violent wind through the trees is mesmerizing. The leaves let loose at the last moment possible, flying past my window like little base-jumping gnomes. Oh to be carried away from everything I know by a gust of wind, but never forgetting where home was. There’s time. Always time. This summer I am taking a [...]

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Teaching me

February 26, 2004

Damien Rice has been on my CD player for a few days now. It speaks volumes to me. The emotion behind the music, yet the inherent calmness of his guitar accurately illustrate my feelings. Liken it to watching a man have a nervous breakdown and have his world fall apart around him, and just wanting [...]

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Rustle

February 25, 2004

I know February is almost over; I’ve got to work more. Monday’s deadline for what I’m writing for has snuck up on me, rather quickly. I can’t let them down again. The rest of this week will be me writing all about power tools. But today I received two pictures from Halloween, and I realized [...]

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