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Alotta my pals say that I am pretty random, and i like to think out side of the box alot. Im pretty crazy but not in the straight jacket sorta way ya kno. I like to send letters to my friends cuz everyone likes to get real mail every once and a while. I also like to leave messages on answering machines. Those are a few joys in my life. Another joy in my life is my friends. They put happy into my life just being there. They are my favorite people and I would do anything for them. There are many other joys in my life such as my dog and writing. There are sum downs too but the good stuff makes up for it. Ya can't let the bad bring ya down too much bcuz then life gets a little harder everyday cuz its just bringin ya down. Movin on, Im kinda spastic and goofy and thats aways fun. I like to have fun and smile and have a good time. I'm never usually serious but sometimes I am when I write. Other than that, I usually am never serious cuz its just not me. It would just be weird. But hey I'm weird too and sponaneous so ya never know what to expect outta me I am just a firecracker that just never stops goin. Ya think the pop stops but no it keeps on goin. I can also be refered to as spark plug cuz i dunno i guess im sparky but okay. Thats about all the main stuff, you'll learn the rest in time.
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How sad is it that I noticed that the painting on the wall inside of Marsh Funeral Home was changed from a portrait of the family to another painting? I noticed that they changed their damn painting--that is pathetic.
I am beginning to feel like the Kennedy's. I seem to be going to funerals way too frequently. I did the usual. I made an apperance inside of the room, gave my condolence, and went out to the lobby area. I do not like that other room. I never did. I became well aquainted with the coffee machine. Four cups kept me busy for the first 15 minutes. I noticed that dipping chocolate chip cookies in the cafe mocha tastes mighty good. I could barely recognize him. They need to make them look more natural and less cold. At least put his fishing hat on him, he always wore that fishing hat. Too many memories flashed back tonight. The couches, the smell, the coffee maker, the sparkly ceiling, the recently changed painting on the wall...all too familiar. I hate those things. I feel so uncomfortable. Nobody knows what to talk about at wakes. It's all awkward conversation...nobody wants to be there but nobody wants to admit it. It's just an awkward gathering of people who were forced together due to an unfortunate event. It's sad how these things suddenly turn into reunions, because otherwise we would have no excuse to see each other. I guess that's how these things work out, they bring family together for one cause, though it is an unfortunate one. At least I had field hockey to talk about and the play. That's something. For me, I'd like my family to just have a party. No wake. Just a party at someones house. Celebrate my life. Or just simply gather in my name. Give a single cheers to my name with your drinks and have a good time. I don't want anyone to have to feel uncomfortable at one of those places just for me. No, just have a party, please. And have fun. That's how I would want it to be. And for the funeral, make it short and sweet. Turn me into a coral reef or something neat like that. That's all I ask. Jenny at 7:34 PM
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