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Burning Carpet Smells Bad written @ 5:33 PM on February 13, 2002 Looking back on the entries that I have written in the past, all I can say is good Lord, what in the hell is the matter with me? Truly, I am not the manic depressant that I sound. The good in my life has always out-weighed the bad, and nothing is ever as hopeless and lost as it seems. I love life, and all the triumphs and failures that go with it. I evolve and change everyday. Nothing in life is constant, at least not in my life. Perhaps my entries are so downright depressing and unhappy is because I go through the day with a smile on my face at all times-- except when I'm on deadline at set construction-- and I need something to vent frustrations and problems I try to ignore. In any case, what you have read in the past is not me. But everyone has their problems, and instead of putting them on display for the whole world to hear about, I put them here. It makes sense. And it's very theraputic. Writing things out helps me collect my thoughts and make some sense of my life. True, nothing in my life makes sense at the moment, but I like to hold on to the fact that above the clouds the sun is shining. Today was a relatively good day, as most my days are. I am very busy, and I wish I had more time to amuse myself with other things, but then if I didn't have all these things to do, I would be bored. So I can't win on that note. My RISD application is due Friday, and I'm not even done my last picture yet. I will be departing from you shortly to finish that blasted self-portrait... Ugh, that self-portrait has been trouble. Well, trouble I invoked myself. You see, I was using some dramatic lighting to spice things up a bit, and so I set the lightbulb on the carpet as I worked. A few minutes later, I smelled something burning this reeking aroma. I looked over to my lightbulb and saw smoke rising from the carpet! "Holy shit!" I quickly put out the small flame that erupted from the carpet, turned off the lightbulb, and stood back gaping as this seering black hole stared back at me from the melted and burned carpet. "Oh shit. I daresay this will not improve current father-daughter relationships in this house once he finds out...." Well, so far Mom has kept her mouth shut about it, God bless her soul. And I'm hunting for a piece of matching carpet loose in the house that I can cut out and replace in the hole. Brilliant, Sam. Truly. Today is Mom's birthday! Time for cake!
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