6/28/2003 12:06:00 AM   [ link ]

within the past 30 hours, I...

(note: one of the above statements is false.)

6/24/2003 01:19:00 PM   [ link ]

"To play a wrong note is insignificant; to play without passion is inexcusable." ~ Beethoven

I used too many words when I tried to say that. Beethoven, you're my hero.

6/24/2003 01:02:00 PM   [ link ]

"Well, I think that everyone should have a few sticks of dynamite on hand."

Note to self: stay on the above individual's good side at all costs.

6/23/2003 01:03:00 PM   [ link ]

someone owes me a dollar

6/19/2003 11:26:00 AM   [ link ]

spam gone wrong

So, today I got one of those spams that tries to convince you to get a new "personalized" email address. Something like amy@amyhawkins.com. In order to make their spam more appealing, they tried to sprinkle my name throughout their prewritten, form letter spam. However, the tool that they used to automate this "sprinkling" is clearly broken, because here's what I got:

Your e-mail address should be a reflection of you.

Avoid the hassle, and always stand out with your own personalized e-mail address:


Now that's unforgettable!

It certainly is.

6/18/2003 11:35:00 PM   [ link ]

I really wanted to play the piano tonight, but as I was walking up to the secret door (that's never locked even when the other doors are locked) somehow I knew I wouldn't be able to get in.

Part of me is trying to turn that into a metaphor for my life somehow, but I don't think it quite fits.

6/09/2003 10:09:00 AM   [ link ]

a real quote from the manual describing the laser I get to play with this summer:


These keys do not have a function

(taken only very slightly out of context)

6/05/2003 12:33:00 AM   [ link ]

Emo80: i was looking for realultimatepower
Emo80: and i found you

(ninja story)

6/05/2003 12:08:00 AM   [ link ]

For the first time since I was five years old:

my hair no longer touches my shoulders. I never used to be impulsive like this.

6/04/2003 01:07:00 PM   [ link ]

I was over in Brown playing the piano when I looked up and noticed a man standing by the doorway. At first I thought he was a janitor, since he was holding a long pole which I took to be a mop. I kept playing, and he shuffled towards me awkwardly, tilting his head to hear better. As he hovered near the piano with unfocused eyes, it slowly dawned on me that he was blind. He stood there a moment, then took his pole and tap-tapped his way back out.