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| Written by Diana, on 27-07-2002 15:37 |
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July 27, 2002 (2:37pm)
My mother just told me that she just realized, at the age of 51 mind you, that we need to stop being what others perceive us to be and instead, be who we really are. I just told her that was the center of my existence, making sure i was what other people thought. I just gave her a look and a gesture telling her "no shit" without actually saying it. she got the drift. a wind scorpion was found waltzing across my bedroom floor last week. thinking it might just walk off with any shoe i attempted to squish it with, it's been covered heavily with boxes and a world atlas in wait for my father's arrival this afternoon. it seems odd that i can't kill this thing but yesterday when i found my cats batting around a blue-bellied lizard taht had dropped it's tail and was bleeding from the head, i chose to pick it up, clean the blood off it's head, and carry it around for a while. i fed it, or attempted to, and then let it go after considering it for a pet. fortunately i thought my foot-long spiney-tailed lizard might not enjoy sharing his home. i have this sriously strong desire to get my hands into some paint, somehow i'm not sure that wouold be wise. i only have a 30x40 canvas anyhow and probably no black paint. where's the fun in that? maybe i'll play some screachy, scratchy tunes on my violin this evening while everyone's out. playing an instrument i actually know just doesn't sound like fun to me right now. maybe i'll go take a shower before my father gets home. i've only got an hour...then again they'll be leaving shortly and i may want to get out of the house for a while.
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