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  dancing queen Sunday 2002-07-21 - 11:37 p.m. - +
clix?

"Don't pray in my school and I won't think in your church"

Uneventful life/day.

I sleep good. Staying up a little later makes me more tired makes me sleep better. It somehow makes sense.

I'm re-encoding a lot of my mp3s. To worse quality. I simply have too many. 64kbit is fine for most of my stuff. Only want my pumpkins and zwan in high quality. I mean I have 6-7 gigabytes of rem concerts that I haven't even listened to yet. If I can cut that down to 3 gigabytes then I have room for more pumpkins stuff. And the difference in sound quality isn't that huge. Anything that comes out of my speakers sound like an old cassette tape anyway. I should get new ones. Half the time the left one simply stops functioning. And I have to start fingering the earphone plug with a screwdriver or something else made of metal to get it going again. Weird.

Oh and I'm back in July again. My clock was set to August for some reason. I blame my brother's evil voodoo. I don't know what it is with him and the pc clock. It's like cats hissing when they see evil. My pc clock freaks out when my brother comes near. It's a bad sign. One of the seven deadly horsemen or something like that.

I talked to Corrie last night. For the first time in years or so it seems. Bitter bones. My buddy lists are full of lost people. Always the way it goes.

It is of no matter. Things are progressing. Maybe I am headed for a real life, who knows. I just wish the vacation wouldn't end. Oh dear lord I wish it wouldn't.

np: zwan - the shining path (011116)

...let your body sing.. let your body sing.. of love...
and an apple garden in the sky

back and forth

clix



weeet spiffy weeet
try to understand
the ones I love and their demands
so unfair when they can't see
that I'm the boy who really needs

your love i suppose

I just want peace
diaryland
to be free at last

you can watch me bleed