soul log

A few days ago, I did my first Houston Children’s Chorus concert. Very scary it was, I found I enjoyed it much.

I arrived there in my new clothes: khaki pants, a special shirt with “HCC” imprinted on it, and my new white tennis shoes. The front lobby was full of people, and it was very full.

A man squeezed past me as I squeezed past him. Inside, the organ was playing. A woman who had a black shirt on looked at me in shock.

“Honey, what are you doing here?”

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My mother is forgetful.

She was probably born to be forgetful or something, but she has always simply been forgetful.

Yesterday, my mom ordered some food at a Chinese restaurant. While they made it, she paid money and then went upstairs to do some work. When she was done, she drove away, totally forgetting she had ordered anything in the first place.

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Peanut has seemingly gotten braver and braver over time. He seems to be more and more anxious about smelling and perhaps licking the more tastier items in the house.

One month ago, I found one of Peanut’s toys on the couch. There was no way my parents or I could have picked it up and put it on the couch. It was strange.

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What if I told you that my aunt doesn’t eat dinner? Well, it’s true. I personally like dinner. Not that my parents will say that though, with them always telling me to eat more…

Take a look at my usual food day: breakfast has to be eaten in five minutes, and is maybe an egg and milk; lunch is junk food from school, chicken rings, and a cup of juice. Continue reading

My uncle has two kids: a boy named George and a girl named Mary.

George was really plump and cute, the same as Mary. They had big cheeks that were red, and frequently got themselves dirty. George was about three years old, and Mary was one year old.

So about a weekend ago, my mom went to visit them. Mary and George were playing with their toys merrily when my mom walked in. George dropped the toy and giggled lamely.

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Just today, I encountered two girls chatting.

The conversation related to the slushies (a type of drink) that were always sold at my local gym. They costed only one dollar, yet both teens didn’t have that.

As I walked by, here is what I heard:

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During a camping trip at the beach, I seriously regretted choosing that day. But then again, maybe not. It was CRAZY fun.

It was midnight, and I was lying awake in a tent on a Boy Scout camping trip. There were three other people stuck in the same tent I was in: Mike, Rocky, and me. Continue reading