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Journal Archive: April 18, 1988
April 18, 1988 Yesterday, I went to the state capitol and saw Huey Long’s monument. We went up to the tower and I felt like I was floating around when we were on the elevator. I almost fainted when we got up there. I was better when we got down. There was a bicycle race up there…
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Journal Archive: April 15, 1988
April 15, 1988 I had fun last Friday. My friend Heather and I went to Ms. Earlene’s office and passed out flyers for her. We had fun knocking on doors and all that stuff. We helped Mrs. Earlene out alot by doing that and she really appreciated it alot. She is a nice lady and I like…
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Journal Archive: April 12, 1988
April 12, 1988 The hardest thing for me to do is sit and listen to my mom gripe and complain about anything and everything. I love her alot but she gets me so mad sometimes and I just want to slap her across the face but I can’t help it. She goes on and on about things…
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Journal Archive: April 8, 1988
April 8, 1988 Life would be alot easier if men and women could get along as husband and wife and have a good marriage. Men should not hit on women no matter how mad they get and women should not throw things at men no matter how mad they get. People should act their age…
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Journal Archive: April 7, 1988
April 7, 1988 If I won a million dollars the first thing I would do is buy my dream car. My dream car is a candy-apple red Ferrari Testarossa. But one thing I would want it to be convertible and Testarossa’s don’t come convertible. I would have to buy a corvette convertible and get Testarossa body panels…
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Journal Archive: April 6, 1988
April 6, 1988 I earned my first dollar when I was in about 2nd grade. There was this older lady that lived by me (edited to add: Mrs. Mack) and she had a paper thrown every day. They would throw it on the ground and I would pick it up and put it on her door so that she…
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Journal Archive: April 5, 1988
I was not at school today and I don’t remember what happened.
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Journal Archive: April 4, 1988
Something that makes me sick is having to come back to school on Monday after a holiday. I hate Mondays more than any other day of the week. They always seem so long and dragged on. I wish there were no Mondays but I guess if there were no Mondays that Tuesday would be like Monday…
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Journal Archive: March 24, 1988
March 24, 1988 Right now I am sleepy. I want to go home and go to sleep. Saturday, the 26th is my birthday. I am excited. I don’t know what I am going to get for my birthday. My dad came to visit me Sunday and he bought me some Tretorns. He told me he was going to send…
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Journal Archive: March 23, 1988
When I took guitar lessons I learned alot of stuff. I can play some songs and a few scales. My guitar teacher was really nice. He was a really patient person. He moved to Jackson. Then another teacher took his place and he quit, then another teacher took his place and when I went up there and…