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Wednesday, January 14th, 2004
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6:37 pm - Stuff
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Owing to the fact that certain parties of unfortunate consequence read my LJ, I shall complain and bitch about certain matters concerning my current book of the week and everyday problems that are too boring to report on my LJ.
My stomach hurts like hell. Stupid pasta.
After using the kitchen stove to light a candle (because I am conserving matches) the house now smells of a foul and irritating gas, which is not helping my stomach at all.
That little spoiled brat is coming over to be baby sat for a spell while his parents go to the doctor for something. So now I am forced to get up and rush around hiding various things that I do not want him touching or looking at while I am in considerable pain.
And Good Omens is a great book. I love Crowley. A lot. (Hiss! :)I feel bad for Adam (I don't think the antichrist really wants to kill everyone. He just has an especially occult-minded imagination.) I love Aziraphale. I think so far, the only persons that I dislike are the four motorcyclists of the apocalypse. Grr. I will go back to Captain Blood very soon. Good Omens is just a very attention grabbing book. It should, under no circumstances whatsoever, be made into a movie.
Well, maybe I'd see it if Johnny Depp were Crowley. I think he'd be perfect for the part.
current mood: *Snarl*
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| Monday, December 22nd, 2003
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7:05 pm - *^__^*
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A package from my Uncle Joe and Aunt Judy came in the mail today. Inside was a compilation of short anecdotes done by my late grandmother. When I saw my mom begin to cry over a book that had come packaged in brown paper, I leapt up to see what was wrong. Joshua ignored her, and proceeded to get up to turn on the TV.
Do you know how frustrating it is to read something so beautiful and poignant against the ingratiating din of a cartoon when tears are clouding your eyes and streaming down your cheeks?
Reading the book brought back wonderful, but somewhat painful memories. I remembered how she had suffered from cancer for two years before passing quietly on the birthday of my Uncle Tommy, who has Down's Syndrome. I remembered how the line of people attending her wake stretched out the door. She had touched so many lives, in so many different places.
I remember reading a few of her anecdotes before, but I can't remember reading anything of what was written in the book. Her style was uncomplicated and simple, but very powerful. She talked a little about everything--family, God in our everyday lives, my Uncle Tommy, growing up in the Depression. My mom read it for a while, while I stood over her shoulder. I couldn't read anymore after a time; I wanted to make this beautiful memoir last as long as I could.
In the meantime, I was more than happy to welcome in Josh's father, who had come to relieve us of this insensitive, pompous little almost-10 year old. Does he feel sadness at all? Maybe he might begin to understand love and loss better if I destroyed all of his precious video games.
current mood: Forlorn
current music: Sotsugyo ~ Inuyasha Insert Song Ep. 123
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| Monday, December 15th, 2003
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12:21 pm - ARGH!
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I hate this. I can't figure out how to customize ANYTHING! Bah, CSS formatting can go burn in hell.
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| Sunday, December 14th, 2003
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3:19 pm - W00T!
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Made a JournalFen account! Testing one, two, three!
current mood: dirty
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