6:47 The bus is late, sure it's only two minutes past it's regular arrival, and it did snow a little bit last night.
6:49 I looked out the window and saw the bus crossing the railroad. I threw my backpack over my left shoulder and picked up my trumpet, which I placed infront of the front door the previous night so it was impossible to forrget(again).
I walked out the door and a piece of snow flew into my right eye, it was still snowing!
6:56 My dad probably hasn't looked outside yet, but I'm sure that he'll be very happy to see it snowing once he does look outside.
Updates:
Well there have been a big number of small changes in my life lately that all add up to render me a stranger from myself. With that being said, I come to the subject of my return to the documenting of 'me'. I am here,writing, because I am in desperate need of being able to make some objective deccisions about the choices that I'm making and this is how I intend to achieve that goal.
I now wear contact lenses on all days exept Saturdays.
I have a girlfriend, Alice Handler.
We are performing a play in a week.
I spent every last cent of the money Josh paid me for my work during the summer and baby sitting... On a bicycle (an awe striking mountain bike)
Due to a change in the bus I now spend an hour and bouncing around on country roads every morning.
I learned yesterday that Melv's teacher, Miss Swartz, has a new student who also came from South-Africa.
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Aiden Deis: My Subset of Reality
AdventureI find my life interesting enough to write about. So I assume there exists a set of people who might find it interesting enough to read about. As should become blatantly obvious, I believe that revising grammar, spelling, style and the like would co...
