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2002.08.16 11:11 p.m.

sooooooooooooo.
i'm so intensely mooding. i just want some sort of stability in my mind.
i slept a bit last night and a bit this afternoon, this has led to mind feeling over-drawn. it was hard to go to sleep this afternoon, not physically, but there was several other things that i needed to do. or wanted to do.
i had this great supper with my mum and my closest family - spinach and white sauce lasange with salad and french bread, and played with ethan ("don't tell me" and "givea you baby rachel a mumma" were favorites that he was saying)... i love my family. so much.
we went to see the alchemist tonight, it was well worth it and fairly amusing...i tired a little of how huge every single character was...but apparantly that's the nature of a farce. still.
my mum fell down as we were walking to the car and how she fell and where i was in relation to her made me remember so vividly when bev fell down at micheal's wedding...and her turban (from all the chemo) came off slightly...i hate it so much when my mums have looked helpless.

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twenty-four hours was really nice. i was sitting at the table this morning feeling really contented which is always good. i did i little bit of drawing and a little bit of scribbling and drew a horrid picture of fraser, but it was okay, because i was vaugely creative. i got woken up this morning by everyone yelling and singing the 'morning song'. one part really funny, and one part killer-making. ryan came up to see what time i was working at. but i wasn't working at all...so we sat and talked for a couple hours. it was nice. i'm so fidgety. especially when i first wake up. i talked about all this stuff that irratated me that i was talking about though. a lot. i just say things and it doesn't matter..you don't need to know that. i've always been like that, telling everyone too much. starting with the cashiers at safeway when i was two. sorry ryan.

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o, folkfest last night. it was so fun. more so than i expected i think. we ate mexican pizza and sweet rolls and then toffee and tipsy laird. watched some really good philipino dancing and some whorish spanish dancing (must be that latin invasion. no really, that's who they were dancing to). looked at amazing amazing ukrainian arts. when i grow up i'm going to paint easter eggs. in this weird way i felt really connected in the scottish pavillion. i think it had to do with how mooded i am lately, but i felt good and we found our family's tartan and looked up ancestors names to find out about their ancestors. a whole bunch of elderly kitled people were doing some great dances and they all looked so jaunty. especially the large bearded fellow. at the asia-pacific pavillion we bought the most stuff. i bought this pretty square fan and got my name printed on it in chinese and japanese - all for two-fifty. and we bought some pretty printed paper for my mum's birthday. we went to the canada pavillion and ate samosas and watched the worst (WORST) stand-up comedian i've ever seen. beyond offensive.
it was good though. nice.

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i want to watch a movie i think. i want to feel settled. i wish my stomach wasn't upset. . . . but i guess you can't have it all......

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i'd really like to be settled soon. in the interior.

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read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
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