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my brain is tired.

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my day:



in the second grade, i suffered third degree burns on my right arm and leg from a campfire that spontaneously exploded (most likely from faulty lighter fluid). it took me nearly a year to recover and i still have a ghastly scar that will never fully disappear. i think the incident has instilled a phobia of explosives in me. not fire in particular; i love playing with matches, plus i smoke like a chimney; but with things like dynamite and other pyrotechnics, i get mother fucking scared. shitless.

today, an m-80 went off less than ten feet away from me.
fucking hell.
shit.
scared the bloody fuck out of me.

i got up around nine, took a shower, studied french for an hour, went to chang's and studied fucking calculus for three hours, then mayur called and said to come to george's.
so i did.
then lin drove us to some random hill and we started trekking.
eventually we got to the middle of sycamore park and ended up scrambling along the pitiful riverbank there, fooled around until six or so. everyone took turns swinging across the little stream from a stick tied to a rope tied to a tree. i wandered off and abandoned my shoes, sighed at the feeling of cool, not perfectly clean water trickling around the soles of my feet.
it was fun.
and then mayur pulls out half (?) a dynamite stick.
bitch.
george was supposed to fucking throw it from across the stream into the bank below, but he threw too far and it landed right next to lin on the towel that he was sitting on.
went off with a BANG and left a burnt hole in the fabric...
almost swallowed my fucking cigarette..
and of course no one knew why i got so scared, but honestly... shit .

anyway.
that was a horrific experience.
regardless of the fact that the rest of the trip was grrreat.
good one, mayur.

so.
afterwards, we went to namita's house, swam for and hour (?) or so, then hung around before going to diamond palace.
then the majority of us watched while mayur attempted to convince his parents to let him stay over namita's.
joy.

boys are idiots sometimes.
but me too.
today, i mistook anesthesia for amnesia.
*head* *desk*.
that was a low point for me.


i did, however, have a rather interesting conversation about agnostics/spirituality/prejudice with namita's sister, with namita and mayur jabbing in their comments now and then.

and georgie was silent.
supposedly he doesn't like talking about religion.





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this week.
tomorrow... LA with domonique, hopefully. if not then who knows.
friday... undecided, but evening... maybe gsc for teacher appreciation... don't know .
saturday... beach with either paul or gsc sophomores
sunday... physics tutor, church, chillo with my sisters and in the evening-- paul in pomona.


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notes:

if anyone wants to go see jamie cullum with me on july 20th or 21st (most likely latter) then ring it. my mother's hesitant to let me go alone this time.

hey! don't forget the glasshouse swap meet this saturday 10-3 !!! (sponsored by kidrobot folks)

which reminds me-- domonique!!! wolfparade: september 15th @ glasshouse ! we should go go go... and, on september 7th, kings of leon @ the greek, although i don't really know how much you like them... so...





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