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Awake.

"I'm not happy unless I have some kind of pain in my life."

-Carey Hart

“Sometimes it still hurts. You know how it is. Every day it hurts a little less, and then one day you wake up and the pain is gone. But the funny thing is you learn to miss that pain because, like her, it was a part of your life for so long.”

-Mike Peters (from Swingers)

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It's going to be a busy week.  Prom's on Friday, I still need to pick up a tie and/or shirt.  Thursday's probably going to be crazy as well.  I won't have a lot of time this week, which is why I wanted a lot of things to get done this past weekend.  Of course most of it was spent watching movies, (watched Memento and 2 Fast, 2 Furious today) listening to music, and lamenting.  Eh, watching Memento was interesting, especially after reading that little article I posted about.  Do we exaggerate our memories?  Weren't those feelings as good as we remember them?  That is, if you remember them at all.  Some people forget things that seem so memorable.  Nothing is trivial, yet...

I guess I sometimes get the feeling that things, events, moments, mean more to me than they do to others.  Does the alcohol make them forget?  Were the good times just chemically induced?  I'm rambling, I know...

Oh, check out www.fenyxrising.com when you get the chance...heh.

But back to Memento, (which is a must see if you haven't already) this was particularily relevant...

Memory can change the shape of a room; it can change the color of a car. And memories can be distorted. They're just an interpretation, they're not a record, and they're irrelevant if you have the facts.

A few more...

We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are.

I can't remember to forget you. 

You don't want the truth. You make up your own truth.

Do we?  Do we make up our own truth?  I mean, we've got other people to confirm or deny life's little moments?  Don't we?  Or, when we look back, longingly, at a time, at a person, are we feeling more than was actually there?

I think way too much for my own good.

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