After yesterday's blog, I spent a lot of time reminiscing. The first thing I went to was the time Nic Bettis, Jomar, someone else and I were sitting under the stairs in the arts building. Jomar had a deck of cards and told me to guess what card he would pull out of the deck. I guessed the jack of diamonds, and lo and behold he indeed drew the jack of diamonds. Bettis started calling me a witch after that.
Then I tried to think back and access earlier memories (as I've said many times to basically everyone, I remember next to nothing from before freshman year). The best I could do was remembering that in fifth grade I was on the news (although you'd never know it). They were doing a piece on the swale we so poorly constructed. Katie Ward was being interviewed, and I was way in the background, demonstratively kicking mud off of my shoes.
I also spent some time remembering the first time I met people, so I guess it's a good thing I have virtually no friends left from elementary and even middle school. Wait! This just made me remember something earlier. It was either first or second grade (first, I think) and I did a really short martial arts thing that Taylor was also in. Everybody was disappointed with the instructor because he wouldn't break any bricks, even though it was one of the first things he talked about being able to do.
Huzzah memory!
(Angry part of a Rage Against the Machine song)
I'm rereading House of Leaves. Woo! Tell your friends about me. Or don't, if you're ashamed of being my friend.
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