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2006-02-02 Dear Kurt, I read some of "IT" while I was making my way, I shivered at how scary it is! So, I arrived at [my now] former college and got the transcript with ease and without charge; this guy at the window next to me was applying for college the first time and his cell phone kept going off and that annoyed me... *glares* I mean, turn it off dude! Well, as I was walking out I got a bit emotional; *sigh* I just miss my college and it's hard to forget a place where you studied to get your life together, even the bus ride was the same. I miss the same route, the same passengers, the same drivers, aww... :-( I decided to stop by the "Mainplace Christian Thriftstore" around noon so I did and my that place has sure changed, haven't been there since the holidays. :-D Well, I asked where "all the records" were at since I didn't see them in the back room; they were nicely shelved outside by the donation area in front of all these nice antiques. :-) I thought I was going to die if I didn't find them, lol I found and bought six rare 45 RPM (aka 7 inch) singles:
4. * I LOOOVE this song! :-D 5.
I got home at 12:30 p.m. so I had Doritos for a snack then Matthew left early around 1 p.m., I went to go pick up Evan from school around 1:35 p.m.; it's been a long time since I haven't gone to pick him up, he hugged me, that sweetie! Awww... :-) Raul came by around the time we came home around 2 p.m. and so he helped him with his homework, they were going to go to the park but I decided to stay home. I listened to the singles I bought and they're cool, great songs! I had dinner at 4 p.m., Mom made beans, rice, and pork in chile sauce, mmmm! :-D That's all for now. Oh! Monica left her Ipod charging on the laptop, I saw it and frowned :-( because I want it so badly; she noticed and told me "You'll get it soon" and patted me on the back. WOO HOO! Last night I dreamt about it again! Love, PS I love the video above, I dedicate these two parts to Santa Ana, the city where I grew up in and where I studied in college:
It says: home is where your heart is, City of the dead, I read the graffiti, And I could really care less [...] V. TALES FROM ANOTHER BROKEN HOME So I run, To the light of masochists, I don't feel any shame, When there ain't nowhere you can go, You're leaving...
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