another one and I'll stop (sorry for the hijacking porkie pork)
I was a really wise/disillusioned boy :
the light-blue bird in the cage : "I want freedom!"
he's free, roaming the wilderness, a monster scares him : " I think it's safer to go and live in the city."
he gets run over by a car on a city street : "Maybe the cage is an even better choice..."
so sad, so true.

Now, that is brilliant

Well, thanks Sir. Too bad all those nicely working "boy neurons" I had have been replaced/destroyed.

Even the lettering reminds me of Basquiat.

here's excerpts from a write-up on me by my kindergarten teacher.

january 1996
- lilly is a competent, eager student and a gentle, encouraging friend. "andrea, i just love your lunch box!" she exclaimed one day on the way to the cafeteria.
- her reading ability is admirable, and as she read if you give a mouse a cookie to me, it was evident that she was using various strategies to recognize words. The meaning of the text was clear to her as she commented upon it saying, "He's getting carried away!"

june 1996
- a recent writing sample consisted of these sentences: "This is a 70s girl. The 70s girl is cool. The girl is 7." it was accompanied by an illustration of a girl with long blonde hair, braided and bedecked with a flower, wearing bell bottoms. Lilly chose this piece as her best in april because "I really like the 70s and flowers in my hair. I really do like my handwriting. i think it's cool."
- lilly is a wonderful little girl and a model student. she is thoughtful, conscientious and capable. although quiet and somewhat shy and self-conscious around adults, i am delighted that she is playful and gregarious with her peers.


the then and now comparison is kind of striking. i still don't write in complete sentences all the time.

i love the onomatopoeia, it's spot on.

i do that same thing all the time . significant little items from memorable days on my own or with friends, and little things i pick up that are remarkable to me (a note found on an elementary soccer field last spring written in awkward kid-scrawl "My Son can watch
The B- Ball game after
Shcool" )
get tossed in the boxes .

my mom is not all that much older than you.

I've sort of recently started collecting little bits and pieces of things and shoving them in trays and boxes, or writing them down, or taping them to a billboard... Not evewn so much in a "time capsule" fashion, but more like... pack-ratting. I am a collector of useless things; that I will someday probably look at and be like "cool, man."

i have so much stuff it's pointless to do a time capsule.

i'm going to bed.

i'm not a pack rat at all. i have a lot of stuff that i've amassed over the years, but if it holds no value to me it's gone immediately.

same here, i tend to find value even in the tinniest things, though.