Something Creative

I am something creative. Maybe you are too. But who knows, maybe you are not. You should find out, because I'd like to know.

Friday, July 22, 2005

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okay. was at grandma's from tuesday til this morning. spent most of the time on the jet ski and tubing. it was a lot of fun. michael actually acted like a normal brother and decided to give up on the computer, it wasn't working properly, and come join us for some good, ole fashion, sunshine. everyone says i tanned. i still feel white. hopefully when we go up next week i start to tan.

worked today. saw jared who i haven't seen since summer g.r.e.a.t which was fun. some guy from albania that was in my summer school class. and louie! omg! i missed him. he graduated last year(?) or i guess it might actually be two years ago. he's the coolest guy ever! he was an aid in my drama class and now he works at blockbuster when he's here.

got home and had 49 e-mails...actual e-mails, from people i know. a sent me one which makes me very happy because now i know he's back in town. i think i'll call him tomorrow and chat for a bit.

grandmother from texas is up. this is always interesting. she believes harry potter is of the devil so i'll have to sneak read my copy...that i have yet to buy.

i am morgan la fe-fo. i am from parie. parie t.x. i do not know wut de t.x. stand for, but i am french american...like canadian bacon. do not question me! (i was pretending to be a person who paris, tx who thought they were from paris, france at work...it was interesting).

i work with this girl, jenny, who is blind and she told us that we should all try being blind for a day. she said this in response to jackie and i checking out two bus loads of football players that came to the theater. it'd be nice to judge people by character. in reality, it starts with looks. eventually, hopefully, you get away from it...but it does start with the outside. i wish that i could look past the outside. chris thinks i like his friend luke now because i asked what his name was. boys!

could you whisper in my ear, the things you want to feel.

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