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Saturday, June 15, 2002
::tidbits from the week::
[Hold on, I never titled my entries before! Ah well, they do it on Burning Light all the time; I guess it won't hurt just this once.]
Justin and I are finally done with our job on Justin's grandpa's farm. Well, actually, we got done on Thursday, but I've pretty much slept since then. We got paid pretty well. We wanted to celebrate so Thursday night we invited Kim over and watched movies. Whoo-hoo! Do we know how to party or what!? Anyway, Not Another Teen Movie is still about the funniest friggin' movie I've ever seen, and Saving Silverman was better than I thought it'd be.
Before we started watching the movies, though, we cooked some frozen pizzas, and while waiting in Justin's kitchen, Kim tried to teach me to ballroom dance while Justin just looked on. This is kinda how the conversation went (or how I remember it, anyway):
Kim: This is the fox-trot.
Zach: Uh, I don't know what I'm doing.
Justin: She's man-handling you, Garwood.
Kim: C'mon. C'mon, lead!
Zach: But I don't know where we're going!
I'll leave you with this poem that I thought up in my head when Justin and I were working. It's not finished yet, but I'm very pleased with it so far. Enjoy!
Monsters
I hear voices in my closet
Strange voices calling me
I hear voices under my bed
Big voices mocking me
There are monsters in my room
As I grow, monsters grow with me
Finding new hiding places
Under the bed in my head
In closets behind my eyes
There are monsters in my room
There are monsters in my head
Monsters, masters of my destruction
Fangs of doubt bite into me
In my ear they whisper pity
Spitting sorrow on my face
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