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March 3 (Friday): I believe the phrase is "where do I begin". I saw Phoenix of the Millennium yesterday!! There was some kind of battle against a 60-foot tall (!) earth elemental downtown. The elemental knocked another hero -- Brickyard from Indianapolis, I think (God he's gorgeous!) -- a couple miles or something and Phoenix had to catch him before he crashed into the pavement. They nearly landed on top of me! It was so intense! I can't describe the feeling of being in their presence. It was, I dunno, intense! David will hurt himself with envy when I tell him. |
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March 6 (Monday): I haven't mentioned it anywhere else, so I'll mention it here. I've come to accept that I'm a thrill junkie. I love action and activity. I love the rush of being the first on the scene of the accident and trying to save lives. I guess this is why I've got 3000 bucks of home entertainment equipment. I drive a reconditioned 1985 GMC Jimmy SUV that has seen more sand-dunes and ocean beaches than Bay-Watch. From the outside my little Jimmy doesn't look like much, but our family mechanic (my grandparents took their cars to his grandparents!) has got that little truck in better-than-manufacturer's dream perfect working order. I also have a 1997 Harley-Davidson that I ride when the weather is good (and sometime's when it's not). One of these days I'm going to try sky-diving or bungie jumping. On the outside I look so calm and sedate, almost boring. It's only a few of my friends, Bill W. included, that actually ever get to see my other side. There, I've confessed. I feel much better now. I hadn't wanted to admit it to myself, but I've finally come to accept it. I always wanted to be the good-little-girl in the family. It was my sister who was supposed to be the rebel! *sigh* I guess I can still be an action junkie and set a good example, too. |
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March 9 (Tuesday):
Random notes on my life day. I talked to my supervisor and I've got time off from the 22nd to 24th, so I can go to Berkeley. I hope it's a good party. *sigh*
When I was twelve, I knew I wanted to save and protect life. I made my mother witness while I recited the HIppocratic Oath. Most twelve year-old girls haven't a clue what they want to do, but I did. I revere life, which is probably another reason I'm a thrill and adventure seeker. I guess I feel that the point of being alive -- the true gift of life -- is to live it rather than just wander through it. As part of my conviction, I oppose the death penalty across the board (Dad does too, but Mom feels some crimes deserve it. While I can see her point, I still have to draw the line.). I feel strongly about euthanasia and assisted suicide. I still oppose it in all cases, but damn Dr. Kervorkian planted seeds of doubt in my conscience; those seeds annoy the hell out of me. I struggle with abortion. I deeply oppose it in principle, but I also feel strongly about women's rights and quality of life. I try hard not to think about it. |
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Here's a picture of my brother David trying
on the suit that our parents got him for Christmas. It's a little large so he can grow into it (and it can be taken out as he grows). They figured he needed something to look
nice for special occassions like weddings or Melissa's graduation, for example. It's not really his style, but I think he looks cute. |
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