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March 9, 2005 8:34 PM

Sarah: What's a Grundle?
Jon: Sounds familiar... I dunno... want me to dictionary.com this shit?
Sarah: Meh..
*Jon tries to charge up his effort meter*
*10 seconds pass*
Jon: Ugh fine..
*walks over to computer*
Jon: Hmmm Dictionary.com says that a Grundel is a groundling fish
Sarah: Try google
Jon: Ahhh UrbanDictionary.com says this.

Anyone care to lick my grundle?

March 7, 2005 11:58 PM

What's your first memory? Think about this. Think as far back as you can. You know, I always thought the first memory you formed was supposed to be special. Well, mine isn't, it's banal and simple. It's the upstairs room from what I guess was where we lived in Union City. Before we had moved to Boston, before my sister had been born. The room was carpeted in a reddish maroonish color. I also remember ugly mottled orange color that permeated the room. I believe this was from when the sun was setting and was coming in through the curtains. Besides the orange color I don't remember anything else.

Sometimes i lie and say that my first memory was when I smashed my pinkie in the church door and needed 15 stitches in Boston, although that is my most vivid memory from that time. I also remember playing in the attic by myself in the small house in Boston very vividly.

It's weird the more I try and remember the less clear it gets. Although another memory pops up. It's when I fell asleep under my mom's bed at the hospital when she was giving birth to my sister. Then I remember the room I woke up in and was locked in. I was confused sleepy and started crying. I remember those things so much better than the orange room. Maybe the memory of the orange room isn't a real one. Maybe I just put it together from years of looking at photo albums.

Does it really matter? Haha, it really is an ugly shade of orange though, I don't think I can make up shit like that.