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jes - 2004-03-31 11:25:03
usually when I look back, i think of the first thing I can remember. Me crawling on the orange carpet in my parents apartment. But I dunno, seems like that isn't a real accurate reflection of me. just a memory. bah, i dunno. words words words. i will have to think about it and get back to you
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wondermart - 2004-03-31 11:36:10
The scariest thing is that at first, I couldn't think of anything at all, pretty much illustrating your point entirely (or at least what I took from it). That initial shock was followed by the image of me in any various beige classroom, in the middle of a lecture, asleep. I guess the quality of my life would be alot better now if it had been me in the same setting awake, but honestly I'd much rather have not been there at all. I wonder why I didn't see myself diving in the carribean, or any number of things I've done that are significantly more awesome than sleeping through class. I keep my diary for the same reason I guess, to prove that I've done more than my first image of my life would imply. Interesting...
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betty - 2004-03-31 13:51:55
my picture is of holding my daughter for the first time. I wouldn't change it for anything.
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rok - 2004-03-31 14:09:15
You and your hard questions. Fine. For reals? The first thing I thought of and felt was satisfaction. No specific images and no specific times, just a flitting across some things here and there, and the general feeling of "Huh. Mine. Good." ... But then, I keep my diary to record my progress, not to remember things. I subtle difference, perhaps, since both are achieved, but I am not the person I was two years ago. And I see this as a good thing. The mundane and the fantastical things I have done make me who I am, and I like who I am, therefore I am satisfied with my life thus far. There are things to improve on and there are thigns I want to do, but I don't wish I lived a different life. One memory doesn't make the whole of me, just as one instance in life does not define your life. It is a constant process. *shrug* *hug* silly gump...
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Gumphood - 2004-03-31 14:12:57
It doesn't define your life. Just a reflection on what you think about.
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jes - 2004-03-31 14:52:07
i think when i think about myself, I think about how i want people to see me, then compare that to how i feel about myself at that point. from there, happy or sad ensues. make sence? probably not. later GUMP
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sharon - 2004-03-31 15:46:40
man, this wasn't a funny entry. My life is useless but at least i'm having a good time--with BEER PONG! AND CUTE GUYS!
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kerbang - 2004-03-31 15:56:18
sorry, i forgot what the question was.
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scumthing - 2004-03-31 17:08:44
i'm being carried by my mom and my arms are around her neck and she's got a blue jumper on and the same thin gold chain she always wears and we're on the sidewalk and across the street from the bead shop and the ocean and it's really sunny but at the same time it's near to the evening and i keep feeling like i'm slipping but then she'll bump me up again.
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scumthing - 2004-03-31 17:09:28
i'm being carried by my mom and my arms are around her neck and she's got a blue jumper on and the same thin gold chain she always wears and we're on the sidewalk and across the street from the bead shop and the ocean and it's really sunny but at the same time it's near to the evening and i keep feeling like i'm slipping but then she'll bump me up again.
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scumthing - 2004-03-31 17:09:31
i'm being carried by my mom and my arms are around her neck and she's got a blue jumper on and the same thin gold chain she always wears and we're on the sidewalk and across the street from the bead shop and the ocean and it's really sunny but at the same time it's near to the evening and i keep feeling like i'm slipping but then she'll bump me up again.
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Laural - 2004-03-31 17:10:11
My first memory is of when I was about two. I am sitting in the yard in my diaper and nothing else. The sun is shinning and the birds are singing and I am sitting enjoying it. There is a breeze. I would not change it for the world it is the place I long to return and believe I will at some point. Love Laural
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scumthing - 2004-03-31 17:11:45
sorry i clicked it twice hah oh well tree!
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