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February 26, 2004 by new-age nomad
It's Christmas morning; I'm in the 2nd grade. I jump out of bed and go sit near the tiny tree I got to help pick out not too long ago. My siblings, Kameron and Tancie, were on either side of me, and I'm waiting for that one special gift I'd been asking for all year. I pick up the first gift labeled "To: Trinitie, From: Santa". It was one of those hollow, cheap barbies we got every year from Dollar General. You know the ones with no hair and 3 colored wigs you can switch out. I hat...
February 24, 2004 by new-age nomad
Crybaby: Johnny Depp dressed like Elvis Presley, need I say more? Favorite Line: "Kiss me Alison, kiss me HARD." The Cure: Brad Renfro is the perfect portrait of love, as is his little friend. Favorite Line: "Let's say I was walking through the grass and accidentally stepped in your mother." Almost Famous: Who doesn't like this movie? It's one of the greats. Favorite Line: "Your aura! Your aura is purple!" A Goofy Movie: I like that this movie ends with Goofy fa...
February 22, 2004 by new-age nomad
I remember the night very clearly... We were sitting in a trailor house, not ours but presumably one of my uncles or a friend of my dad's. It was very smoky, but that's the way it always was around my parents. I was probably, as always, arguing with my siblings about something, possibly fireworks on this particular evening. Yes, it was the Fourth of July---Independence Day. My daddy was sitting at the table wasted, smoking a cigarrette. Why did I think this night would be any d...
February 22, 2004 by new-age nomad
I walk into the "Glass House" tonight and here is what I observe: I see multiple people with shaking hands because of lack of nicotine in their system, trying to survive in a non-smoking environment. I smell coffee---very, very strong coffee. I hear those gut wrenching, hacking coughs that only come from years of substance abuse. I see furrowed brows and smirks of contentment. I guess that's what separates the old from the new. A man across from me in a leather jacke...
February 18, 2004 by new-age nomad
Another day of babysitting...IT WAS GREAT!!! I had a little soul revitalization tonight. Usually, I try to keep the kids occupied with mind numbing television shows or playstation games. Not tonight. I ran Jacob some bath water then went in the living room to braid Cathlene's hair for her. I had my hair braided when I came over and I guess she thought it was the ultimate in cool. So, I sit for a while forming tiny little braids all over this tiny little head and I start to pon...
February 16, 2004 by new-age nomad
There is no actual theme to these quotes, just some stuff that has collected in my journals over the years. Enjoy!!! *Out of intense complexities, intense simplicities emerge. ---Winston Churchill *We find all the answers while listening to the static of the radio and the gentle hum of a car. *I wanted a perfect ending...Now I've learned the hard way that some poems don't rhyme and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, or end. Life is about not knowing, having to chan...
February 11, 2004 by new-age nomad
Today after first period, I took a different route to Webmastering. Today in the gym, I removed my headphones and listened to the people around me. Today at lunch, I sat at a different table, and made new friends. Isn't change beautiful? If we're not not willing to do it, nothing better will ever come. We may be safe, but nothing new and exciting will ever happen. Ponder that. As I walked down a different hall, I saw new faces, new people said, "Hey Trin!" I loved it. ...
February 8, 2004 by new-age nomad
Let me give you a little background on my sis, Tancie (more commonly know as Toots by myself). She is more of a nomad than myself, and is never in the place I expect her to be. I see her about once a year, which is a little unnerving because we were best friends our entire lives, and that's hard to let go of. She chases after anyone who will call her beautiful, but can't seem to hang on to relationships (although she has been "engaged" about 50 times). She's 19. AND SHE SUCKS. I am so inc...
February 2, 2004 by new-age nomad
Ever read poetry and it's so beautiful that you twist it in any way you can to fit your circumstances, even though it has nothing to do with you? We read some very lovely poetry in English today, and I couldn't bring myself to just enjoy it; I had to make a connection somehow. Have you ever wandered why you love someone? Is is because of their beauty or because of their capacity to love you? I find myself running into that question all too often, and I don't want it to be the latter f...
January 20, 2004 by new-age nomad
I have always had a problem with putting people (or things) into categories. I don't know that I'll ever be able to pick anything in the categorie list but "misc". I recently read an article written by a guy named Dan K. on this site about "The dissapearance of black and white". Although I find him to be extremely intelligent and very intriguing, the blog upset me for the most part. Why do people feel such a prominent need to put everything into a box? As for myself, I am a dev...