March 17th, 2004
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I just robbed a grocery store
…now I’m going to Disneyland. I’m wearing my jeans jacket today [the beat one with holes and patches of the American and Japanese flags], I think that’s why I have that song in my head. Or it could be the way I’m slouching on the train. Because I’m wearing my jeans jacket, I forgot my wallet [saifu] and as such have been scraping by on the change I’ve dug out of my unraveling Jansport. So no shopping tonight, especially since my lock was cut and bike impounded for illegal parking. ::sigh::
It’s getting warmer, the kind of warm that makes it really hard to stay inside. It’s still cold enough though to wake me up from sleeping on the floor around six.
I got some of those wooden window screens yesterday. They look nice but do little to block the street light four feet outside my window. I guess I’ll whip up some canvas shades to put behind them (yet another one of my father’s envied skills). Someone said the other day that children usually end up becoming a lot like their parents. Interesting. As a child I imitated that role, and in adolescence I spurned and shunned it. Now bits and pieces of me are mimicking again, but with greater accuracy and satisfaction. I guess it’s the same with anything: take the good, leave the bad, and change a little to make it your own.
