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Wednesday, September 19th, 2007
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9:31 pm - New Journal
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| Saturday, August 18th, 2007
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2:34 am - dress
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Close up of bust detail - sort of. These are the only pictures from when I wore the dress.
Let me know of you want more detail/info!
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| Tuesday, February 20th, 2007
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8:36 am - Missing - Crossposted
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My room mate's cat went missing about two weeks ago, and there's been no luck finding her.
Margarita is about 6 months old, 6 pounds or so, last seen running out of the house in The Exchange. She was wearing a pink collar with diamond looking studs on it, and I've put some pictures under the cut. No one seems to have seen her, despite flyers and several searches at the shelter, so we're pretty sure someone must have picked her up and taken her in. Her collar didn't have a tag. If you've seen her, or know of someone who might have her, there is a reward being offered.
Pictures under the ( cut )
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| Saturday, December 30th, 2006
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12:28 am - 2006 In Review
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Go to your Calendar and find the first entry for each month of 2005 (not including memes of course). Post the first line (or two) of it in your journal, and that's your year in review.
JANUARY *no entries*
FEBRUARY Friends Only! Comment to be added, of course.
MARCH The rules are, once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with "6 weird facts/things/habits about yourself." In the end you need to choose 6 more people to be tagged and list their names.
APRIL And in one fell swoop, I loose all the power I was under the illusion I had.
MAY Who calls at 11:53pm on a Friday night "just to let you know that I'm really leaving Tallahassee in a few weeks. But right now I'm on my way to my girlfriend's house to go to sleep."
JUNE Sometimes the best things in life don't make sense.
JULY *no entries*
AUGUST *no entries*
SEPTEMBER Oh My God Christian! Just let him give you the damn blow job!
OCTOBER *no entries*
NOVEMBER *no entries*
DECEMBER *no entries*
And Robin, that Phil of the Future guy it TOTALLY hot. I get it.
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| Monday, October 2nd, 2006
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4:03 pm
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| Tuesday, September 19th, 2006
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3:09 pm
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| Saturday, September 16th, 2006
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12:37 am
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| Thursday, September 14th, 2006
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3:01 am
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Rebecca Jordan
September 12, 2006
English Composition 1101
Last Time, Again
Matted black, scratched and worn. There are patches where the super gloss film still cling to
the ball. Continents of Africa and the Antarctic all black and surrounded by the mute back water.
The bowling ball hasn’t seen the light of day in months.
“Rebecca, bring the rest of that stuff down from the attic, now! The garbage men are here for
those boxes.”
I don’t want to. The last time I saw this ball, someone died. The last time I saw this ball, it
was the last time I saw my Father. Throwing it away - would it really be closure? Does one get
closure from removing all objects linking them to memories of the lost past? The heat in the attic is
unbearable. It’s eveything an attic should be. Humid. Oppressively humid. Pink insulation glows
with the morning sunlight, and I can see the dust settling around the last three boxes.
Flashback to year ago, and we’re saying goodbye to the Thursday night bowling league. I’m
only 11, but I get to come once in a while. We’re packing up, and I’m getting my Dad’s ball from
the holding table in the middle of the two lanes. I don’t remember if we’ve won or lost, but the guys
my Dad bowls with are chatting away. One big man tells my Dad about his barbeque on Saturday
and gives me a pat on the head. I’m 11, but it’s still ok.
My Dad throws the sweaty hand towel to my to put away, and it lands on my face. Perfect
hit. He laughs as I grimace and pack it into his blue bag. I know we’re ready to go.
“Rebecca, let’s go! It needs to be outside, now!” Mom yells again.
“Ok, I’m coming.” Quickly, I make a final descision. Down the rickety attic steps, and it’s
two feet to my room. I know Mom wants this box thrown out, but I don’t want to do it. It’s torn
sides, frayed edges with tape remnents still attached, blue and clear and burnt sienna, this box is my
Dad. Everything in it says something about who he was, when he was. I don’t want to give it up.
The bowling ball rolling over the other contents of the box makes it uneasy.
I’m keeping it. I remember getting home from bowling. Dad going out for his nightly jog. I
almost missed saying good night, but I ran up the street in my nightgown to get my good night kiss.
It was the last time anyone ever saw him alive. An hour from that kiss, a blood clot the shape and
size of an ant’s bowling ball traveled from his leg to his heart. Two blocks away from home, he died
on the side of the road. It smelled like rain. And the crickets chirped all night long.
Getting lost in vivid and seemingly unrelated memories, I make sure the box is safely under
the bed. My pink and blue bear comforter falls in folds over to the floor. My Dad’s bowling ball is
safe, and so are the memories it evokes.
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| Tuesday, September 12th, 2006
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10:48 pm
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| Friday, June 30th, 2006
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12:57 am
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| Sunday, June 25th, 2006
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10:36 pm
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Sometimes I wonder if hugging you would feel like finally coming home.
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| Saturday, June 10th, 2006
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6:28 pm
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| Wednesday, June 7th, 2006
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6:40 pm - Biopsy
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I was supposed to be home on the 18th to go with Mom on the 19th to her biopsy.
Except that now, they've changed it to the 14th. And I don't get paid until the 16th.
So I won't be there for it.
I would sell my soul for the 175 it'll take me to get home.
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| Saturday, June 3rd, 2006
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11:15 pm
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| Saturday, May 6th, 2006
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12:13 am - Oh fuck you.
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Who calls at 11:53pm on a Friday night "just to let you know that I'm really leaving Tallahassee in a few weeks. But right now I'm on my way to my girlfriend's house to go to sleep."
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| Sunday, April 9th, 2006
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6:58 pm - January's Characteristics
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Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Has that someone* always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. one guy/girl kind of person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. loves music. pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive. Down-to-Earth. Stubborn. A fighter
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| Sunday, April 2nd, 2006
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12:22 pm
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| Tuesday, March 28th, 2006
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10:02 pm - I was tagged... go figure.
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The rules are, once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with "6 weird facts/things/habits about yourself." In the end you need to choose 6 more people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs.
I was tagged by Ariane.
1) Unless the drive from point A to B is a straight line, I'll go in a circle. Always.
2) MTV is my guilty pleasure. Parental Control, Real World, I love it.
3) I eat tuna from a can with Raspberry Vinegar.
4) I hide behind my size because back here it is DAMN comfortable.
5) Sometimes, I think about getting on a plane and not telling anyone. It's my ultimate fantasy.
6) I'de be ok making 30grand a year for the rest of my life.
Ok, my six; Kerry(tallyred02), Robbie(keywood), Jenn(lovelygrl234), Gareth(craftylupe), Vikki(technoprincess), and Leyla(toldthestars) haha you have to do it twice!
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| Saturday, February 11th, 2006
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4:14 pm - This journal is...
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