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When I was just a tiny baby and couldn't sleep, my parents used to put me in the car and drive around the neighborhood. Apparently, it still works. My mom and I drove down to the city to see my Grandma today, and I remember almost nothing about the ride home. As for the way there, I must have zoned off and cleared my mind. It felt very comforting. Seeing my Grandma was really nice, but she was having a hard time today. I really don't know what to think about this issue with my Grandma right now, but I've noticed that some of my relatives are tiring out a bit. I heard my cousin Alan (whom I expect will do wonderful things with his life) calls her nearly every day. He's just one of those really cool people who remembers to call because it's a responsibility and he knows it makes people feel good. Good job Alan, you're a pro. Anyway, to get back on topic, my Grandma seems as though she's physically deteorated, and most people would say that she would die soon. I'm not so sure. Dying has a lot to do with the will that one has to die. She seems to be setting goals in her life and planning on living on and on. More power to her, I say, but if I was in her situation I would have lost hope quite some time before. When the consequences of our actions run faster than we do, life is hard to live. I'm sore right now, and having a bit of a hard time with swelling. My mom made me a milkshake, and I'm taking it easy for awhile. Allyssa called this morning, and Jenna asked me to call her some time tonight. I'm convinced all girls are insane, perhaps that's why I like them so much. I've been thinking about adding some H202 (Dihydrogen Dioxide) (Bleech) to my hair, and putting a few highlights in. My mom said it was my choice, but she doesn't think it would look very good. I'll consult my friends for fashion advice - or if you would all be so kind as to e-mail at: [email protected] , and tell me whether or not I should bleech parts my hair. I'll be uploading some recent pictures of me soon, because I have two good ones - one of me in the Turn About suit, and one of me in my Track uniform. Anyway, it's time for this kid to bounce. Take care my friends.
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