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Friday, September 12, 2003

So this blog is named after a poem I wrote awhile ago, last autumn actually:

The music begins, softly
slowly and seductively the notes float, drifting in the air
they hang suspended.
Currents move them gently, gathering them together, compelling them into one.
And then they fall, black drops empty and full, oblivion and eternity.
They coat me, obscuring me.
Washed into nothingness.
I am gone.

Sometimes I can write some cool stuff. I can also write really BAD stuff, but that's beside the point. I also have a headache disgustingly large for such a small person.

Choir tomorrow and then IKEA for a mirror. I need one in my room, because having only one in the house is not condusive to a good relationship between three girls. We'll see how that goes, as my Dad says "IKEA is Swedish for 'out of stock' "

Karlie@7:45 p.m.