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2:49 p.m. - 2004-11-14 I hate how ridiculously lazy I am, well, that�s not the right word. I have energy and I hate wasting it, but I think I might have more potential then I try to achieve. I mean, fulfilling my potential would really cut in on my trying to make plans time and what would I do without that? Well, I�d obviously be less bored, but don�t try reasoning with me on this because it�s not a logical situation and I�ll have really bad comebacks. I love when my dad sings alone with the music I am listening to. I love it especially when he�s sings along with the Beatles. It makes me smile because it does. I don�t really need a reason. I just love that he knows how into music I am I guess. I mean, he still doesn�t know how old I am or my birthday or how many earrings are in my ears, but he knows the music I listen to and for us that�s worth it. Sometimes he takes me to the hardware store with him on Sundays and we listen to oldies and we sing along to the radio together and we laugh, because neither of us can sing. It�s scientifically proven that we don�t start to have memories until we are around 3 or 4 and I find it ironic that my first memory is about my dad. We aren�t as close as my mom and me and that makes it nice. My first memory is in helping my dad, well, more like watching my dad, as he washed his truck one Sunday afternoon and singing along to Don Mclean as he sang to us and only us �American Pie�. My dad never used to work on Sundays except around the house and the radio used to always be on oldies and I used to dance and do the dishes and vacuum, because I was the only daughter to ever do housework and I still am, which is why the house is always a mess now. Sundays are so corporate now. It�s all business and running around and too much homework. Taking Back Sunday is more then a band; it�s a philosophy, as corny as that sounds. I hate how robotic everything seems lately; so routine and precise. Even conversation has a pattern. Maybe that�s me being bored with life for a bit, but it seems like there shouldn�t have to be a certain way to do everything. Some things should be left to creation and imagination. I sort of wish I had the influence to start some form of a revolution, whether it be town spread or just in the school, or anything. I just sort of want to make a difference some how. I want things to change for the better. I am a fixer. It�s all I�ve known, really. My family isn�t broken, but we�re certainly different and I�m trained. I was taught to be the helper, the fixer, the listener, the doer. I hate waiting around for other people to do something or help me, because I have never known that. I was taking care of my grandmother, single handedly, when I was 6. That included doing chores, getting her dressed, cooking for her, helping her in and out of bed and to and from her chair, pushing her around in her wheel chair and making sure all my homework was done. I don�t know how to be told there is a problem and not be able to think of something to do about it. I have to be simplistic and logical and when I can�t fix something, I try anyways. I don�t like asking for help, because I always expect to be let down and I hate being told I can�t do it alone. Maybe I�m spiteful, but if you tell me I am unable to do something, I swear I�ll try that much harder to prove I can. You�re really better off to just say silent. If you tell me I can sit down, I�ll stay standing and if you tell me to join in on the game, I won�t, just because you said to. I bet you could keep me alive by telling me I had a fatal disease. I don�t know. That�s becoming one of my most used phrases lately and that will eventually annoy me. That shouldn�t be a response for as much as it is, but until I actually have answers, it�s always �I don�t know�. Take a million pictures in black and white and arrange them in your favorite scene and I�ll be able to write a story about what happened and imagine it is color. �When we dream in color, it�s the same as black and white.� It won�t matter, but it could be entertaining. This is becoming long and boring, so I�ll retreat from whatever it is that I was trying to accomplish here, but remember, I�m still waiting for someone to tell me that none of this matters. I�m still waiting for someone to say that I should shut up and stop complaining because there is no conspiracy, it�s not everyone else that is different, and you can never really have anyone else until you�ve found a state of self reliance. Someday everything is going to be different and it�s going to be amazing and it�s going to be so real. You are so real. We are all so real, but we�re too robotic to be able to tell the difference. After all, reality is now just another way to make a few bucks on television , and that is certainly an accomplishment. �Smiles await you when you rise� |