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the pencil crayons down and the went to lunch together.
Do you see my point? If we were to write everything that was happening in relation to other things, writing would be nothing but run-on sentences. That’s why it’s difficult sometimes, to choose only the relevant details to include.
And time is also irrelevant. We can write about the past and the future simultaneously, for they are the same thing, depending on the perspective in which you perceive a single event.
Therefore, everything written must be taken as the present, as there is no way to disprove it isn’t, and the written word always becomes the read word, which exists solely in the present.
I think about that when I put a date on my writing. Who’s to say I wrote the correct date? Only I would know. Could lie to the page and pretend it’s yesterday, and no one but me will know the difference because they’re not here. Writing is the ultimate form of lying to the world.
I hope he’s at school tomorrow. Maybe he was vacationing with his family over the weekend, so he’ll be at school tomorrow, definitely. Yeah.
171 Days, 9 September, Tuesday
He wasn’t at school again. I kinda feel disappointed. Where is he…?
And this many absences at the beginning if the year can’t be good… Maybe when he comes back to school I’ll help him catch up. It’ll give me a reason to talk to him anyway.
Today I stayed an extra hour at the hospital to go chill with some of the older residents. M et the new nurse, her name is Gertrude. Yes, she’s old. I don’t think any parent would name their child Gertrude nowadays. I guess if you do… um… way to keep the past alive?
Ehhh … I really should co ok that nice dinner for Terra… M ade stroganoff for dinner tonight. I have to buy more cornstarch tomorrow.
170 Days, 10 September, Wednesday
S uppose it would be good for you to know more about why I have to work at the hospital. Terra and I live together, just the two of us. Our parents died a l ong time ago, I was about ten. Mum died first, then Dad after her.
I really don’t know the circumstances of their deaths, and to be honest, it doesn’t bother me very much. I’m happy with Terra. She’s raised me well.
So we have to work to make all of the income for my house. Occasionally, I do wonder what it’s like for all the other people at my school. They must not have as much to worry about, since their parents are supporting them . I do get annoyed when I hear them gripe about how hard their lives are , I just assume they don’t have to work to keep their house.
Of course, when you make an assumption, you make and ass out of you… and… umption ? ……… yeaaaahhhh . That do esn’t really make any sense. S hould have worded that more carefully.
W as only assuming they don’t have to work harder than me, but who knows, right? Maybe they have an unhappy home life, or live alone; can’t really judge people based on how I see them at school.
So I do my best to be nice to everyone I meet.
If Terra ever asked if I minded working to stay here, and pay for stuff, of course I would say no. She works so hard, I have to help her as much as I can.
169 Days, 11 September, Thursday
Hahaha. My day today certainly was interesting.
D idn’t have work at the hospital today, so I ended up going straight home after school . Had a lot of free time I don’t usually have. D ecided to make some tea and toast and read the pape r. W as in a weird mood, where I wanted to be in the living room. It’s weird , I get like that sometimes .
Anyway, when I was reading the paper, I came across an ad in the Classifieds, requesting h elp at the Fine Arts Centre. C alled them up and they said if I could get there as soon as possible it would be great.
I hurried over there, naturally, and was greeted by a group of old ladies. Apparently, they were setting up a Drawing class in the studio in the Fine Arts Centre, and needed someone to help carry things and
Do you see my point? If we were to write everything that was happening in relation to other things, writing would be nothing but run-on sentences. That’s why it’s difficult sometimes, to choose only the relevant details to include.
And time is also irrelevant. We can write about the past and the future simultaneously, for they are the same thing, depending on the perspective in which you perceive a single event.
Therefore, everything written must be taken as the present, as there is no way to disprove it isn’t, and the written word always becomes the read word, which exists solely in the present.
I think about that when I put a date on my writing. Who’s to say I wrote the correct date? Only I would know. Could lie to the page and pretend it’s yesterday, and no one but me will know the difference because they’re not here. Writing is the ultimate form of lying to the world.
I hope he’s at school tomorrow. Maybe he was vacationing with his family over the weekend, so he’ll be at school tomorrow, definitely. Yeah.
171 Days, 9 September, Tuesday
He wasn’t at school again. I kinda feel disappointed. Where is he…?
And this many absences at the beginning if the year can’t be good… Maybe when he comes back to school I’ll help him catch up. It’ll give me a reason to talk to him anyway.
Today I stayed an extra hour at the hospital to go chill with some of the older residents. M et the new nurse, her name is Gertrude. Yes, she’s old. I don’t think any parent would name their child Gertrude nowadays. I guess if you do… um… way to keep the past alive?
Ehhh … I really should co ok that nice dinner for Terra… M ade stroganoff for dinner tonight. I have to buy more cornstarch tomorrow.
170 Days, 10 September, Wednesday
S uppose it would be good for you to know more about why I have to work at the hospital. Terra and I live together, just the two of us. Our parents died a l ong time ago, I was about ten. Mum died first, then Dad after her.
I really don’t know the circumstances of their deaths, and to be honest, it doesn’t bother me very much. I’m happy with Terra. She’s raised me well.
So we have to work to make all of the income for my house. Occasionally, I do wonder what it’s like for all the other people at my school. They must not have as much to worry about, since their parents are supporting them . I do get annoyed when I hear them gripe about how hard their lives are , I just assume they don’t have to work to keep their house.
Of course, when you make an assumption, you make and ass out of you… and… umption ? ……… yeaaaahhhh . That do esn’t really make any sense. S hould have worded that more carefully.
W as only assuming they don’t have to work harder than me, but who knows, right? Maybe they have an unhappy home life, or live alone; can’t really judge people based on how I see them at school.
So I do my best to be nice to everyone I meet.
If Terra ever asked if I minded working to stay here, and pay for stuff, of course I would say no. She works so hard, I have to help her as much as I can.
169 Days, 11 September, Thursday
Hahaha. My day today certainly was interesting.
D idn’t have work at the hospital today, so I ended up going straight home after school . Had a lot of free time I don’t usually have. D ecided to make some tea and toast and read the pape r. W as in a weird mood, where I wanted to be in the living room. It’s weird , I get like that sometimes .
Anyway, when I was reading the paper, I came across an ad in the Classifieds, requesting h elp at the Fine Arts Centre. C alled them up and they said if I could get there as soon as possible it would be great.
I hurried over there, naturally, and was greeted by a group of old ladies. Apparently, they were setting up a Drawing class in the studio in the Fine Arts Centre, and needed someone to help carry things and
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