![]() Journal Entries from 2025A Story by Jonathan Failla![]() I did this on April 3 of this year,which is only five days past! This is my personal record for walking, and the seven hours of lifting is good because I am lifting a tough 15 lb. weight (one-handed)![]() Monday, January 5 2025 I said we were broke and were
homeless all day; mom and dad were younger than they are now. We had no money and would be back once we got
through the day. Mom, dad, and I were
vagrants with no money. We went to
Arthur’s. Mom was asked a question,
which she answered right. We applied for
a program where if you knew somebody in Windsor and then answered a question,
they give you money. She answered right,
and her friend she knew in Windsor gave her a 22-dollar bill, which actually
was only 20 dollars. The bill the female
worker at Arthur’s took out of an envelope. The color of the interior of the
store was aquamarine. I thought of how
lively I was and how my parents made great sacrifices and loved me so much to
put me in a position of power and plenty when we were not rich; they would spend
all their bank account money to make me happy.
I thought a similar idea to this.
She was tops, doing %100 healthy.
I thought at the get together that they knew of my weightlifting, which
made me the best, most talented person there. She said I was OK with the
paradise. I dreamt this was Firenze, a
clothing store in Illinois, and I was the one with the special talent of
lifting. Firenze was nice and very
fancy, like a Polo Store at the Westfarms Mall.
It was I gathered expensive, but I was not going to buy anything at
Firenze. Firenze was nice, and I saw
some cool shoes that were white and aquamarine.
The store was aquamarine. Bill Clinton was there. So was a person from Loomis. Wine was being sold there. I dreamt they were going to sell a bottle of
wine, and I wondered whether if you were a buyer it was a cheap bottle that had
only human properties or if by small chance it was a special (tasty). Bill Clinton was there and heads of
state. I was like the king of England or
not that snobby title, but my title made me like a dignitary. We sat in a fancy restaurant-type room. Bottle of red wine. A Loomis girl started saying about her habit
at Loomis, and she was the only real threat to me though she was not. I was doing superior by far to here and doing
really good. I lifted and walked 7 hours straight today, and I did good. I will get my new notebook to write my dreams down.
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Added on April 8, 2025 Last Updated on April 29, 2025 Tags: weightlifting, journals, walking, dreams, notebook Author![]() Jonathan FaillaWindsor, CTAboutHi! I am kind of depressed this afternoon because of boredom and fatigue of life, but it is a beautiful day outside and I am buoyed up in character by the caring demeanor of the human beings around m.. more..Writing
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