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September 26, 2002
Seven Minutes
Someone once told me that the average person has an attention span of about seven minutes. (These are the sort of things I remember). It's true, too. I remember pondering this fact during countless hours of Wednesday night band practices back in ninth grade. To prevent myself from going completely insane, I needed to make a personal rule never to look at my watch during these rehearsals. Not that it made any difference. Every time I got completely bored, restless, and anxious (the time at which I would normally look at my watch), I knew that exactly seven minutes had passed since my last bout with boredom. I'm not making this stuff up, either. I could accurately measure a span of three hours soley by counting the twenty-six times I felt like killing myself throughout the night. This is one of the many reasons I left band.

I mention this now because, for the first time since ninth grade, this encouraging piece of phsycological trivia has once again been brought to my attention. As I was sitting in my music class, I noticed I was counting down the time by sevens. I made it about fifteen minutes before starting to fall asleep and reminded myself that I only had to sit through 60 more minutes. And then, when my instructor's drab lecturing once again began to rot the interior of my mind, I reassured myself that it was just for another 53 minutes. Then 46. 39. 32...

Perhaps the topic of music just lends itself well to boredom. Maybe I'm just not the type of person who is interested in music and arts of that sort. Or perhaps the fault lies with the instructor. It certainly is a mystery.

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September 26, 2002
DZNEKD
That's Jared's License plate. Make what you will of it. I can certainly see how confusion can arise. I'm inclined to see "Dance Naked" over "Disney Kid".

The new version of Insaniquarium has been out (to my great surprise) for the past several months. Now with no fish limit. And you thought things could get insane before.

The season premier of Ed was on last night. Thanks goes out to the parties responsible for the taping of that for me. If you hadn't heard, our cable has been taken away. Apparently the cable companies don't like letting people have it for free. And since we don't even have an antenea, the TV has lost it's place to the lava lamp, which now sits as the centerpeice of the community room.

As requested, I have managed to obtain and watch The Glass House, and I have returned with this simple, straight-forward review: It's bad. To get an idea of what The Glass House is, take a great movie like Arlington Road and cross that with Clueless. Now, I know you're all thinking that's a sure-fire combination for success right there, but trust me, it was pretty bad.

Lastly, I'm coming home again this weekend, so spread the word, prepare the welcoming parade... You know. The usual.

September 30, 2002
Sometimes I Amaze Myself
If you're looking for your comment (and boy were there a lot of them!), I don't have it. The limited functional capacity of my current backup system (or complete lack thereof) has just recently been brought to my attention. In fact, this entire post was completely and accidentally overwritten with the posting of my following entry.

I had intended to write a message like this in replace of the main post, but that quickly changed. Just to see if I could more than anything else, I decided to try to re-write the entire post - a feat which, after its completion, proved to surprise even myself. I now wonder why I even bother writing all this stuff down if I continue to remember everything in it's entirety.

I also wonder why I can recall, almost word for word, an entire page of text, but can't remember anything else worth a darn. You will never (you can hold me to this) find someone as bad at remembering people's names as I am. When trying to memorize places, times, and events for a test, I'm at a loss. People call and leave messages and not only do I forget who called, but I normally have no recollection of anyone calling. If you say to me "Don't forget to mail this letter," (you guessed it) I'll forget to mail that letter.

But if you're going to challenge what I've said, you'd better be darn sure first.

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