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Wednesday, June 02, 2004 So I knew the Pistons were playing tonight and I got home in time for the fourth quarter. Now to be honest, I haven't been following it at all. I usually just watch college basketball and get caught up with March madness and all that stuff. Sadly this year it endly so abruptly for the Spartans...argh. When I got home I was like eh what the heck...I'll turn it on. I wanted to see what all this talk and fuss was about. Lemme tell ya, my young heart nearly couldn't handle it. I was clapping and booing and cheering and screaming at the tv. (I feel it already...I already dislike Shaq & Kobe...I'm gonna have a burning STRONG dislike for the entire Lakers team when the finals start. Sorry Cougar...but I want the pistons to bring it home!) The girls and I saw part of another game the other day and we have a tendency to give players nicknames. I for one, think "phantom of the opera" is so cute! He has long eyelashes. And Cassie concurred that if he cleaned up that facial hair...he'd be cute. (We're talking about the leading scorer himself, Hamilton!) I heart Hamilton ^_^ And Ben Wallace is awesome but um...I haven't figured out why my bother is such a fan of his fro to own a mock version of it. And now that I had a little taste...Sunday 9pm est...guess who'll be watching. posted by Sewa at 3:06:00 AM # Monday, May 31, 2004 I just did a small recap of part of my day. I am highly embarrassed at how self serving and how mundane it is. I am ashamed of recalling some of the thoughts that cross my mind. My hideous sinful nature rears it face and I can't hide it anymore. It's starting to swallow and control my life. In my quiet moments of thought I wrestle with thoughts of who I've become and who I want to strive to be. I see this pattern. A pattern that I carry out without a second thought. Without aim or meaning, without productivity, without a clear direction, I let time slip through my hands. If only it were tangible and I could hold on to it and not let go. Or perhaps it were a reel, in which I was allowed to cast and bring back time as often as I pleased. But the frightening reality is that it's not going by any slower and time does not wait. The other side of this entry, the recap of my day, I hope to have the courage to one day share with you. It is not easy to show you my imperfections, my weaknesses, and my insecurities. But perhaps if I find the courage to myself, reread what I do, I will be able to finally share with you some accomplishments since then. posted by Sewa at 1:54:00 AM # |
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