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|Tuesday, January 18th, 2005|
When I was really small, my brother and I would save the wishbones from all turkeys eaten in our house. After waiting for them to dry out for what seemed like *forever*, he would finally take the wishbone and we'd go and sit on the bottom of the stairwell leading up to our attic. The steps were red, and it was dimly lit and very narrow. We both fit perfectly on the bottom step. We would hold the wishbone between us and pull. I didn't realize this until much later, but he always let me get the bigger half so I could hve the wish.
|Thursday, August 19th, 2004|
See, this one time, when I was 5, we all went to Sesame Place and I remember how my teacher Mrs. Jalozian(sp?) was so obsessed with the Rainbow Room. She was a freak about it. I forgot about that memory untill years later when I was swimming in a pool that night. The memory hit me and I sunk into the water, because the force of memories resurfacing out of nowhere was just too much for me. Current Mood: apathetic
|Thursday, October 2nd, 2003|
i had an online friend called atticus that i was very close to for awhile. when i knew him he was exactly the sort of person i'd like to achieve being - he had this [completely insane] belief in the good of the human heart and spirit and this capacity to dream that i admired like... something very far away. a star, perhaps.
anyway, i just remembered how it felt when he'd IM greet me. every time he had a different nickname for me - my alias then was "hobbsey", so it was things like "hobbsadoodles" and such. it was just this kind of loved, appreciated feeling that i don't experience much anymore.
i wonder what happened to atti; if he ever wonders what happened to me.
|Saturday, June 14th, 2003|
My cousin and I went on a walk around my old school. Wow, the rush of everything just crept onto me like a good musician playin' for some spare change.
First--the bungalows, where we sang, ate, and danced and played a summer away.
Then--the bathroom/celled halls, where I not too fondly remember a girl who had applied fake nails, but had removed them manually and had crusty blood all 'round them.
Next--the stairways leading to the cafeteria. Oh, many thefts due to a lack of breakfast and money had occured there.
Following that--Back space of courtyard. Every morning my friend and I would catch rolie polies and attempt to freak out other students. Ah, my friend...
Afterwards--a small area specializing in marijuana use.
Finally--The courtyard itself--blacker, cleaner, more unbroken than ever.
I wish I could have a snappy line to end this all, but whatever.
|Saturday, September 28th, 2002|
When I started decorating an envelope destined for my former 5th grade teacher's new daughter, I remembered my grandfather.
He used to always put M&Ms in the envelopes (where the return address area was covered in transparent plastic instead of regular paper) and hide them everywhere. Me and my cousins would tear places apart looking for them. He died a day after returning from the hospital. He was buried on my birthday.
|Tuesday, August 27th, 2002|
I lived in Australia as a child. When I was six I had a friend who's father ran a peanut farm. We used to run through the fields, she had blond pigtales that streamed out to her mid back. Together we ran like the wind. The sun used to attack us with it's scorn, but the wind was our friend. It ran with us, away from the sun, kept us cool, so we could run through the peanut fields. The town was called Kingaroy, but I don't know what the blond girl's name was. I wonder. Does she remember me?
|Tuesday, August 6th, 2002|
Oh, this is great. I was chatting with my friend Brian, and I started going on about softball. I'm a semi-professional softball player and on the varsity team for my high school, I love the game. I've been playing ever since I was five years old, when I turned ten, I started to play fast-pitch. Well, as we were chatting, I began to reminisce the times when I would come home from a game, covered with sweat, mud, grass stains, dirt, and other unknown debris that I would get into from diving, sliding, etc. God, that was the greatest feeling. My knees and legs would be tore up, my elbows would be bleeding. Damn, I was incredible. The best part of those days, were coming home and hitting the showers... God, that was nearly orgasmic.**Note: I apologize if this post seems a little er... self-absorbed, but if you take something you love and are good at, you'll understand how I feel about softball. But this is one of my most cherished memories, so enjoy that and don't abuse it. Current Mood: happy
|Friday, August 2nd, 2002|
Hi! Okay, this isn't exactly an incongruous memory, but it was random so I guess it fits the bill, right?? =)
I was walking around outside earlier and came across about 43708428 ants crawling all over some kid's dropped popsicle. That made me remember how, when I was littlle, I used to sit in my backyard and play with the ants (because I didn't have enough toys or something, lol). I used to let them crawl on my arms and stuff.
Anyway, it was just kind of funny thinking about it since I'd forgotten. Current Mood: amused
|Thursday, August 1st, 2002|
i was showering this morning and I remembered my grandfather used to call me pumpkin, oddly enough a ex boyfriend of mine called me that. But I just remembered this morning.