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So posterity may witness the making of the universe's greatest person
7/5/03
Well, it looks like I deleated hte past entry... I could smack myself. Anyway, Happy belated fourth of July. I hope that everyone got a chance to ooh and ahh at the fireworks. Amma, Ammu, and I went to the school to watch them, and it was suitably spectacular. They added new things this year. One was a whirigig thing where a bunch of tiny rockets went in spirals as the firework exploded. Another one looked much like a golden waterfall. It sparkled and lingered and it was just plain cool.
&nbps Well, I'm off now to *dum dum dum!* drive. The roads are not safe anymore. *evil chuckle*
Oops! I almost forgot about the Friday Five. I'll do it as soon as I come back. I promise! Oh, and I'll put up the guestbook again. It was sadly omitted in the move.
7/6/03
Friday Five is here again.
1. What were your favorite childhood stories?
If I Ran The Circus by Dr. Seuss, two books filled with fairy tales, and an Eyewitness book about volcanos and earthquakes. These are the first two books I remeber really being attached to. The earthquake book was my comfort book. When I was sad or scared, I would pick that up and read it. Strange isn't it? I would read the fairy tale book an come up with my own fairy tales. I still do in fact. If I Ran The Circus is notable for being my favorite Dr. Seuss book. My father and mother would read most of his books to us. I'm sure there are others, but I don't know if they count. I've been reading a mixture of children's books and adult's books on a regular basis since I was in middle school, so I can't say I've ever really grown up when it comes to books.
2. What books from your childhood would you like to share with [your] children?
Hmm... I'd like to share with them everything I've read, even the bad ones (well, maybe not all the bad ones).
3. Have you re-read any of those childhood stories and been surprised by anything?
I re-read a Nancy Drew book a while ago, and I was surprised to find that I'd outgrown them. They held no magic for me anymore. It was a very melancholy occasion.
4. How old were you when you first learned to read?
I have no idea. I think I was four or five, but the only person who cana tell me is my mother, and she's upstairs.
5. Do you remember the first 'grown-up' book you read? How old were you?
Sadly, I don't remember what it was. It's a toss-up between a Sherlock Holmes book or one by P. G. Wodehouse. Or maybe it was an Agatha Christie... Either way, I highly recommend all three authors, especially P. G. Wodehouse (that's a link, by the way).
7/8/03
I joined an online social gathering thing because a friend asked me to. I don't know what possessed me to actually start a diary there, though. After 20 minutes there I'm sick of teenagers (myself included). There are a lot of diaries devoted to angst, the "life sux (sic)" factor and the "it's not fair" factor. As soon as I'm done here I'm going to go and cleanse myself by drawing.
The overcast sky is giving this house a feeling of permanent twilight. I'm so used to sun streaming in from everywhere. It feels like winter (which isn't a bad thing, really. Summer could use a vacation).
7/31/03
I'm not sick, but I sure feel blah. It's time to crawl back up to my room for a little medicinal Paul Simon.
Ok, ok, so I haven't done anything here for the past month. I'm on vacation.
Paris was quite cool. Maybe I'll post up something for posterity one of these days.
&nbps I've been looking through my entries and I remembered why I don't read my writing. I sound pompous and ignorant and... whiny. It makes me wonder if I really am whiny. Am I? It's best not to reflect on this or I'll start brooding and then who knows where the funk will end.
Life isn't something you can control, but one of the guaranteed ways to be happy (at least for a bit) is to lose your self conciousness. It's not easy to do. In fact, it's kind of like acheiving Nirvana: it's one of the most difficult things to do but it's worth it.
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