I wish there was some sort of machine that would automatically archive every one of my thoughts. That way I wouldn't have to do the "record it manually" jizz, and I'd have it all stored away, and I wouldn't have to waste energy trying to remember something, and it would be great. I wouldn't even mind if I had to wear some huge metal thing on my head all the time, because the benefits would definitely outweigh the malafits. People wear headgear and it makes their teeth straight; I would wear a memory-recorder and I'd keep my entire BRAIN straight.
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It used to feel like my writings would be Anne-Frank-esque in their poignancy / wisdom / readability / ability to make me famous. Oh, how I laugh and laugh. HOOHEHWAHAHAAAAA.
I don't actually laugh like that, it's more like a weird, high-pitched "ha-ha-haaa!" I didn't realize I had a weird laugh until people good-naturedly made fun of me for it, and now that's all I can hear. But my little brother is still king of the psychotic laughs.
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They played the White Stripes and Gob on the radio today, and I was like, "A-GUH? [rubs eyes .. er, ears] A radio station in MY area playing songs in my mp3 folder? Uh, .. rock?"
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New Pornographers are in "town" (a.k.a. in the nearest city) tomorrow night, and I probably won't go, but I at least printed out a map for my aunt, so that's a step toward going to concerts. I really need a concert buddy. Inquire within, for the love of all things rocking!