Easily one of the best songs from the Super Nintendo era of games:
I mean, the game is about 16 years old and I still jam to this song like it's the hottest thing to listen to.
Stickerbush Symphony is also a favorite.
Game-- Donkey Kong Country 2: Diddy Kong's Quest
Composer: Dave Wise
April 17, 2012
April 13, 2012
verso
August 15, 2000
"This is the start of 'Evanesce', my journal type thing. I'll write in it whenever I want so look out for screwed dates. I might draw in it too so beware of crappy drawings. So today I did nothing becuz there's nothin to do. Fred offered me to go to the pool with him but I said "no". I didn't have money. And some dork named Travis called me. I didn't feel like talking to him cuz... well, he's a dork, to put it simply. I fell asleep a few times, I ate, I watched t.v. and that was about it. That's all I really have to write right about now...
Peace out."
11 years ago, I started writing to myself. It's said that we're never the same person at any time because we're constantly changing. Our bodies and minds grow different as we age.
And yet despite that, when I flip to a page in any one of the notebooks I've filled, I know exactly what entry I'm reading within the first few words. I know how I felt and why I wrote what I wrote.
For example, this first entry was written during summer break and I was to start 9th grade in the fall. I was thirteen and... I can't remember what fueled me to start a journal, but this first entry was partially fabricated. I spent a majority of that day on the internet but I left that detail out because I wasn't supposed to be on the internet; I feared that someone would discover my new journal and I'd get in trouble. So I wrote about a seemingly average day.
As the years go on, I drop that habit and my entries become more truthful as events unfold. My frustrations, my journeys, my experiences... all of it recorded in composition notebooks. Some entries are kind of cringe-worthy (I was such a dork... still am one, really :p), but having that little tie to the past is worth the 'why-on-earth-did-I-write-that!?'.
"This is the start of 'Evanesce', my journal type thing. I'll write in it whenever I want so look out for screwed dates. I might draw in it too so beware of crappy drawings. So today I did nothing becuz there's nothin to do. Fred offered me to go to the pool with him but I said "no". I didn't have money. And some dork named Travis called me. I didn't feel like talking to him cuz... well, he's a dork, to put it simply. I fell asleep a few times, I ate, I watched t.v. and that was about it. That's all I really have to write right about now...
Peace out."
11 years ago, I started writing to myself. It's said that we're never the same person at any time because we're constantly changing. Our bodies and minds grow different as we age.
And yet despite that, when I flip to a page in any one of the notebooks I've filled, I know exactly what entry I'm reading within the first few words. I know how I felt and why I wrote what I wrote.
For example, this first entry was written during summer break and I was to start 9th grade in the fall. I was thirteen and... I can't remember what fueled me to start a journal, but this first entry was partially fabricated. I spent a majority of that day on the internet but I left that detail out because I wasn't supposed to be on the internet; I feared that someone would discover my new journal and I'd get in trouble. So I wrote about a seemingly average day.
As the years go on, I drop that habit and my entries become more truthful as events unfold. My frustrations, my journeys, my experiences... all of it recorded in composition notebooks. Some entries are kind of cringe-worthy (I was such a dork... still am one, really :p), but having that little tie to the past is worth the 'why-on-earth-did-I-write-that!?'.
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