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Wednesday, August 24, 2005


Hey! I'm so happy to have those stupid stiches out. Haleluijah! My mom came home last night. She went to bed early and I watched Big Brother 6 before I headed to bed. Of course, the one time I want to go to bed early I can't. Nothing interesting happened the rest of the night. I just spent the rest of the time laying in bed trying to sleep. I need a new matress is the problem. Of course, we have to have money problems right now, too. *sigh* Oh well, no use complaining. I also need an eye appointment. And I need to stop complaining because I'm sure people don't really want to hear me complain about matresses and eye appointments when there are people who don't even have a bed. So, we went to the office and had lunch with them (my mom has off this week). I also got my stiches out at that time. My aunt threatened to take them out herself cause I scared her ^_^. She jumped up and back. We went to go see my grandmother. She's doing alright, but the realization of what happened to her is just sinking in. I also saw my Aunt Ammie over there. I have many aunts and uncles. The other aunt was my Aunt Carla. Then mom and I ran to the grocery to get them Dunkin' Donuts (since they're all addicted...I hate coffee and everything there except the donuts) and I grabbed some pretzels (yum) and Dr. Pepper (my addiction). We dropped off the coffees and came home where I was telling my mom everything I could remember from Texas, where I lived 11-12 years ago. Someone asked yesterday if I had a diary and that's why I could remember all that stuff. I don't have a diary. I have tried to keep one. But, I never managed to find time to write things down like that. I just remember everything. Ask any of my friends. Airbenderpaschan, Heriko89, or sekhmet14, they all know what I'm talking about. I scare Rach sometimes because she has a bad memory, so she'll tell me something and forget she told me, then start to tell me again. I'll tell her she already told me and if it's something like knowing her schedule (which is completely accidental; I remember pretty much everyones schedule for this past year), she'll call me a stalker. Which, I swear, I'm not. Well, I think I'm going to let you all go now that you've heard about my memory and my day so far. I'll ttyl.
~Jess~

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