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Happy days are here again...

It's been a slow day, once I got around to getting up. Took my grandmother out and around, she wanted to go to Longs, and the closest one is over off California Ave. Then she wanted to go to the bank, and the only bank in town she goes to is somewhere off S. Virginia, so I had to sit there and try to find it.
But it didn't take that long, and I think I'll go home pretty soon and maybe visit Jenny at work. One thing I like about mom's computer is the sound system. Sd's sound really food on it.
I've been listening to The Secret Garden a lot lately. I didn'tlike the musical a whole lot when I first played in it, but the music's kind of grown on me. Not at all smarmy like most musicals, and the music is very ethnically diverse. Plus, the kids singing the leads are a whole lot better in the soundtrack than ours were. It's a very inspriational musical, which is neat.
Blasting Adiemus out of it now, scaring my brother a little. He looked at me funny when I started it, but I can't doa anything about his prejudice against anything that's not heavy metal. He came in at noon, I guess because they're in the middle of finals. He said he aced his ROTC final but blew physics. He has the trig one tomorrow. Ah, the days of high school.
He's not in ROTC next year. When I asked him, he got all huffy about it and said it was a stupid class anyways. So I asked him if he made Fitz's list, and he said no. Big surprise there. Man, that boy had better have plans that don't include the Air Force Academy, becasue with his grades and lack of extra-curricular activities, he's never going to get in. mom says he hasn't even sent off for any college stuff, which he should be doing as he's a junior.
But, what can you do? As much as I rag on him, I do worry about him. The fact that he doesn't seem to have any plans for his life is a little scary. I'm afraid he still be living at home when he's thirty. And the way my parents are going, they're not exactly encouraging him to get out. He makes $550 a month, which is pretty good for a high-school job, but he blows it just as fast on stuff for his car and CDs. I'm not kidding. He just bought a lift kit, which is over $600. And he's looking at motorcycles. That is, if Mom will ever let him get one.
Been stewing over a dozen or so story ideas recently. Most are still in the primitive concepts stage, but there are a couple I've fleshed out to the point where I might get half-way through them before giving up. One of them is even a non-fanfic. But I don't seem to have the will to sit down and type anything out. And I think my handwriting has degenerated to the point where I can't even read it. THat's one thing I regret about having access to a keyboard - my handwrinting, which was bad to begin with, is just plain horrible now. Have to write slow at work to make it legible. Not that it matters. Most people there seem to run the jos first and then look at the order form. Makes for some very creative explanations when the customers want to know why their jobs are wrong.
"Why is the top cut off? Um, our machines need at least a 1.5 inch margin on all sides. Yes, that's it..."

Current reading material - Nothing. That will be fixed shortly.
Current quote -
We may live without poetry, music and art;
We may live without conscience and live without heart;
We may live without friends; we may live without books;
But civilized man can not live without cooks.
He may live without books,—what is knowledge but grieving?
He may live without hope—what is hope but deceiving?
He may live without love,—what is passion but pining?
But where is the man that can live without dining?

Edward Robert, Earl of Lytton (Owen Meredith) Bulwer-Lytton (1831-1891)
Lucile. Part i. Canto ii.



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