Sugar, we're going down swinging

Guess where I am writing this from! My mom's house. HAHA internets. It's not nearly as good as at my dad's house and everything (I am typing on a pc that's at least 7 years old and looks even older), but I'm getting by. It's nice to be able to have it at all. I hear that it still makes the computer shut down spontaneously though, so I'll have to make this quick. (Did you see that? I can use lower case qs)! edit;
HAHA SHE FUCKING BOUGHT A NEW COMPUTER >:D
Anyhow, yesterday I decided to try out the wii fit that my mom bought. It's actually pretty cool, and it REALLY is exercise. Which is good because looking over my list for the summer, I haven't been able to really do any of it. I've bought an incense burner for Carl. That's about it.
So yeah, I'll be using that a lot. Plus, it teaches me how to do yoga, and there is strength training and aerobics and stuff. So prepare for me to be strong and toned and stuff! It's cool because it monitors my weight and bmi and that jazz, and it helps me set up a goal of weight that I want to lose and stuff like that. I'm super pumped!



So, today, Carl is gonna come over to my mom's house for the first time in forever. We'll play games, and I can show him all the stuff that's different now (which is a lot) and I want to cook him dinner or something. I'm going to have so much fun! I missed him a lot.

But I should probably take a shower because right now I smell terrible because this shirt that I have on I have been wearing for about three days now (sleeping in it and everything). Blech.

Sun is in the sky, oh why oh why would I wanna be anywhere else?

So, i've been lazy the last few days. Depressed because my boy was gone at camp, and even he didn't want to be there. And I got a phonecall from him at about 7:30ish. I was super excited of course. We talked about how much we missed each other and stuff, the usual, and then he asked which house I was at. "Just wondering" he said. And then he asked if he could come over.

What?
yeah.

Well, my mom was just about to leave to get groceries, so I figured, go to my dad's house! except he was gone moving shit out of my grandma's garage. Neither of them would be home until about 9. So I was disappointed. But Carl has managed to move his curfew up to 11, so that still gave us some time, even if he came over at 9ish.
So I waited an hour. I took a shower and got clean and just waited for my dad to show up.
And when I got home, I had just enough time to clean my room :)

We basically just laid on my bed and talked about stuff. He 'splained, and I gave him a massage, and then I tickled him a lot.


Oh and by the way, surprise! he's home from camp! :D

I am useful. I helped them take down even when I didn't have to. Plus, I let some strangers paint my face for $1, like a cheap whore. And I didn't lose at Bop-It :P

I am a champion.
But I will only go to the spree tomorrow to help out Cameroon and NOT world focus, and watch pigs race and wear a silly hat so that I can finally win.











P.S. I miss you a lot. Miss me a lot too please?

She has problems with drinking milk and being school tardy.

She'll loan you her toothbrush, she'll bartend your part-ay.











Dear Spirit Who Fucks Up Plans And Makes Perfect Summer Nights:

Thank you for a wonderful night. And thank you for making everything okay. I hope you like slices of cold pepperoni pizza, sips of Arizona lemon iced tea and Starbucks dark chocolate frappucinos left on giant stone tables inside of city hall in a place even city hall has forgotten about. And keep doing what you do best. Please. See you again in two weeks?

Sway

Say whatever you have to say, I'll stand by you.
Do whatever you have to do, to get it out and not become a reactionary
To hurt the ones you love
You know you never meant to but you do
Oh yeah you do

Be whoever you have to be, I won't judge you
Sing whatever you have to sing
To get it out and not become a recluse about your house. Come out
I know you never meant to but you do
Oh but you do

Still I need your sway, because you always pay for it
And I, and I need your soul because your always soulful
And I and I need your heart, because your always in the right places

And take whatever you have to take, you know I love ya
Come however you have to come, and get it out and get it out

Tttttake it out on me, take it out on me
I'll give it you all, I give it you all, I give it
I give you all I give it you all, yes I will give it you all

Cause I need your sway, because you always pay for it
And I, and I need your soul because your always soulful
And I and I need your heart, because your always in the right places

Oh yes I will, I will give it you all

Still I need your sway, because you always pay for it
And I, and I need your soul because your always soulful
And I and I need that heart, because your always in the right places.




I said I wouldn't be so sad about all of this. That means I don't want to talk about it anymore.

Stop lights are swaying and the phone lines are down.

I'm just waiting.
All I'll do is wait, I imagine.








Fade Out.
(Mary, Johnny and Mark take a bow with the ropes around their necks. They are not as young as they appear in the Blue Movies... They look tired and petulant.)

Stranded in this spooky town

Sammie

FMGEUOIAE. Hai.

9:39pmAndrea

I was just about to go take a shower.

I just got back from the lake.

It was about 50 degrees.

in the water.

the air was warm (mostly)

I jumped in off the dock, and estimated it to be shallower than it was, so stinky lake water went up my nose.

I didn't have such a great time.

9:40pmSammie

O_O;

That sounds rather terrible. I'm sorry. D:

9:40pmAndrea

And I brought my friend, and she was mostly annoying the whole time.

I very much regret taking her.

9:41pmSammie

What was she doing?

9:41pmAndrea

Talking. About stupid made up things.

And her vag. And her tits.

That's pretty much every conversation I ever have with her.

Plus, we were there for father's day, so lots of my family was around.

And also, for some reason, my family thinks that it is fun to talk about my boobs with me and to other members of my family.

9:43pmSammie

What the hell? D;

9:43pmAndrea

I had a rather revealing bathing suit, and when I jumped in, my aunt said, "Andrea, you're going to lose a nipple."

"The right one is falling out."

9:44pmSammie

Is there any particular reason she has such a fascination with her lady parts?

Oh my god. >O,

<

9:44pmAndrea

I'm not sure.

it was awkward.

and my friend said something about mine being bigger than hers,

and my aunt was walking behind us

and she said, "Mine are bigger than both of yours!"

It was weird.

And I smell like a lake.

9:45pmSammie

>_o

I've only been to one like. It was icky in the shallow areas and my feet kept getting stuck. D: Then when we were really deep I was afraid of dying all the time, haha.

I'll stick with pools.

9:46pmAndrea

lol.

that's a good idea.

there's no fish pee in there.

my friend was sitting on the end of the dock.

and a big dead fish floated by

like, a carp, or something.

it was about three feet long.

xP

Sammie

o_o

I'd probably get so creeped out I would just stare..and stare..

9:47pmAndrea

Yeah, she screamed and ran away.

9:47pmSammie

xD Ahahahaha.

Andrea

That pretty much sums up my day.

Benway

... "Spot of bother there. Scalpel fight with a colleague in the operating room. And my baboon assistant leaped on the patient and tore him to pieces. Baboons always attack the weakest party in an altercation. Quite right too. We must never forget our glorious simian heritage. Doc Brubeck was party inna second part. A retired abortionist and junk pusher (he was a veterinarian actually) recalled to service during the manpower shortage. Well, Doc had been in the hospital kitchen all morning goosing the nurses and tanking up on coal gas and Klim- and just before the operation he sneaked a double shot of nutmeg to nerve himself up."

(In England and especially in Edinburgh the citizens bubble coal gas through Klim- a horrible from of powdered milk tasting like rancid chalk-and pick up on the results. They hock everything to pay the gas bill, and when the man comes around to shut it off for the nonpayment, you can hear their screams for miles. When a citizen is sick from needing it he says "I got the klinks" or "That old stove climbing up my back.")

(Nutmeg. I Quote from the author's article on narcotic drugs in the British Journal of Addiction (see Appendix): "Convicts and sailors sometimes have recourse to nutmeg. About a tablespoon is swallowed with water. Result vaguely similar to marijuana with side effects of headache and nausea… There are a number of narcotics in the nutmeg family in use among the Indians of South America. They are usually administered by sniffing a dried powder of the plant. The medicine men take these noxious substances and go into convulsive states. Their twitchings and mutterings are thought to have prophetic significance.")

"I had a yagé hangover, me, and in no condition to take any of Brubeck's shit. First thing he comes on with I should start the incision from the back instead of the front, muttering some garbled nonsense about being sure to cut out the gall bladder it would fuck up the meat. Thought he was on the farm cleaning a chicken. I told him to go put his head back in the oven, whereupon he had the effrontery to push my hand, severing the patient's femoral artery. Blood spurted up and blinded the anesthetist, who ran out through the halls screaming. Brubeck tried to knee me in the groin, and I managed to hamstring him with my scalpel. He crawled about the floor stabbing at my feet and legs. Violet, that's my baboon assistant- only woman I ever cared a damn about- really wigged. I climbed up on the table and poise myself to jump on Brubeck with both feet and stomp him when the cops rushed in.

"Well, this rumble in the operating room, 'this unspeakable occurance' as the Super called it, you might say was the blow off. The wolf pack was closing in for the kill. A crucifixion, that's the only word for it. Of course I'd made a few Dummheits here and there. Who hasn't? There was the time me and the anesthetist drank up all the ether and t he patient came up on us, and I was accused of cutting the cocaine with Saniflush. Violet did it actually. Had to protect her of course…

"So the wind-up is we are all drummed out of the industry. Not that Violet was a bona fide croaker, neither was Brubeck for that matter, and even my on certificate was called in Question. But Violet knew more medicine than the Mayo Clinic. She had an extraordinary intuition and a high sense of duty.

"So there I was, flat on my ass with no certificate. Should I turn to another trade? No. Doctoring was in my blood. I managed to keep up my habits performing cut-rate abortions in subway toilets. I even descended to hustling pregnant women in the public streets. It was positively unethical. Then I met a great guy, Placenta Juan the After Birth Tycoon. Made his slunks during the war."

(Slunks are underage calves trailing afterbirths and bacteria, generally in unsanitary and unfit condition. A calf may not be sold as food until it reaches a minimum age of six weeks. Prior to that time it is classified as a slunk. Slunk trafficking is subject to a heavy penalty.)

"Well Juanito controlled a fleet of cargo boats he register under the Abyssinian flag to avoid bothersome restrictions. He gives me a job as ship's doctor on the S.S. Filariasis, as filthy a craft as ever sailed the seas. Operating with one hand, beating the rats offa my patient with the other and bedbugs and scorpions rain down from the ceiling.

"So somebody wants homogeneity at this juncture. Can do but it costs. Bored with the whole project, me… Here we are… Drag Alley."…

I've got one mile to go.

I told Ronda that she is a worthless drunk fuck and that she needs to shut the fuck up and get some sense into her head about how much of a fucking loser she is. I told her that no one wants her here, and that I want her out of MY house (Yeah, my fucking house. My house that I've lived in for the past 8 years of my fucking life, you dumb shit). To which she smiled and condescendingly said, "Right. Your house. But you don't do anything." The hell I don't do anything. I told her, she's replaceable. She has no purpose here except to drink herself stupid and stand around the kitchen just doing the fucking dishes and annoying the shit out of everyone here. The first ten minutes of the conversation went like this:
"Why the FUCK are you still here you drunken retard?"
"Are you gonna clean those?"
"No. I'm not gonna fucking clean them. It doesn't matter."
"Yeah, it kind of does."
"NO. Put it down, and leave it alone. You didn't answer my Question."
"So, are you going to do those dishes?"
"Yeah, if I fucking feel like, I can do those dishes. I'm not incapable. But I'm not going to now because I don't have to. AGAIN, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL LIVING IN MY HOUSE?!"



I told my dad, who was messing around downstairs with his friend Dean and my uncle, to get Ronda out of our house. I followed him all the way to the bedroom. This is what he said:
"Can you cut it out, please?"
"What?"
"Can you just like, stop bugging Andrea?"
"Oh. Sure."
"Please? Just like, leave her alone. Don't start anything, okay?"
"Sure. Yeah."






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FUCK!

Like a riot, oh!

I haven't had time to enjoy my music yet. Been at Katie's having a good time, for the first time, in a long time (that was hard to say).

I'll be picked up tomorrow by my mother, stay the night at her house, and I'll be off to the island!
And then it's only a few hours after that and I get to see my boy! Time has been so Quick, and so long coming. I'm not sure how I feel about it. It's almost surreal.


I really just want to touch you again.
Happy Anniversary. 22 months. And I still get butterflies when I think about you, and I love you more and more every day. I'll see you very soon.

She looks so cool in that new Camaro

I love mp3va.com. A lot. I just bought 7 albums of songs for about $10 :D
On a whim, no less.


I have decided that I'm going to give my ipod a makeover. Sort of. In any case, some things are going away, and other things are being put in.


By the way, you should check out Phoenix. They are from France, AND they're good. (And no, the songs are not in french so it's not gonna kill you to listen :P) . They're kind of psychedelic pop, and sound a bit like The Kooks. But also not like them either.






By the way, I love you a lot! I just thought you'd want to know. I'm sorry about that super extremely adorably cutesy deer :'(

I got bills to pay and mouths to feed. There ain't nothing in this world for free.

Ronda came home drunk last night (of course). The first thing she said when she got home (at 11:30, by the way) was "Did somebody call from jail?" Then she attempted to tell a story about a girl who used to work at Arby's with her, who called her from jail today and asked for her phone number. Then she asked my dad to help her bring in groceries.

I turned around and yelled at her face, "You drunk fuck-up, get them yourself." By the way, get out of my house.



I really want to know how someone can go to the store and spend (I'm assuming) about $150 on a fridge full of meat, cheese and yogurt, and the cabinet full of canned tomatoes. SERIOUSLY? WHAT THE FUCK?

Money don't grow on trees...

I heard that song for the first time today. I was watching the No.1 Countdown: Alternative, because I'm an alternative kind of loser. Anyway, I was studying the map of Michigan we had, trying to find Lake Voorheis (like Jason, you know?), and it was playing in the background. I had one of those "smooth jazz" moments. I decided I really liked it. I can see you do too.

Glad to know we still have so much in common.
We should be dating or something.


And then afterwards, Kings of Leon came on (they were No.2). I was really happy about that too.
Was not so happy about Know Your Enemy winning. LAME. Probably the worst song by Green Day ever. It's like one of those 80s hair band songs that I talk about all the time. Where you just need one phrase, and a few chords to go with it, and then repeat it for 5 minutes. AND YOU HAVE A GODDAMN HIT SONG SHITYEAH!


Anyways... good night, love. And anyone else out who's still awake like myself.
P.S. Thanks for blogging (twice!).
Remember to think about what you want me to wear, OK? Don't forget. It's really important.

COMPILATION, BITCH.

It hasn't even been a week since school ended. Ugh. I haven't finished Naked Lunch. I've barely even started. It's good and all, i'm just preoccupied. I really miss carl a lot. He's been gone two days. It's not so much that he's there, talking like we have, it doesn't feel very different, it's mostly the idea that i can't physically see or touch him. That's what hurts the most. I wish he was here or that i was there. :/

I can only type so much in one text... Anyway, i'll be home (at my dad's) tomorrow. I'm not sure when. It'll make things easier (i won't have to be constantly logged into aim on my phone and subsequently have it charge constantly because it super drains my battery). By the way, he says i have a surprise coming for me! I begged him to tell and then not to. Last time i ruined it and regretted it (even though it was fantastic)!


Sorry for all of the tiny posts. I'm only allowed 200 letters per post through my phone, even though i can type 450 characters. It's stupid, but whatever. Get over it. xP

Because our hearts are lost forever and our love will never die

I woke up at 7 when the first alarm went off (I set three to make sure that I wouldn't miss it). But I couldn't fall asleep again. 7:30, another alarm. Still too early to get up and get dressed and get excited (well, I already was). 7:45, my emergency alarm, the final one. I had set out my clothes the night before. I knew it was going to be a five minute encounter at most, but that didn't matter. I wanted to look perfect. I put on my black pajama pants, a cami, and a soft cotton tee. I was cozy, sexy, happy. I brushed my teeth, combed my hair. I didn't want him to feel like he had woken me up and inconvenienced me (I would have woken up at 3 in the morning for him if he had asked, and waited those 5 hours).
8 rolls around, I'm getting nervous. He should be here any second...
My eyes are trained on the clock, then out the front window, and back again. My ears listen for the faintest sound of a car approaching. I hit mute on the tv so many times...
And then it's 8:30, and like magic, there they are in my drive way. I expected the station wagon, I honestly can't tell you why. Sharon's car was small and blue. And there he is at my front door (it was already open and I was behind the screen). I wasn't sure if he was going to come in, how long this meeting would actually last.

I had stayed up until midnight reading Other Peoples' Love Letters. Some of them made me sad (well, most), so I wrote him a note. I wrote down everything I wanted from him, from us, from myself, and I wrote about how much I'm going to miss him, and to call me as much as he can. It made me feel better, and I gave him two lollipops (my favorite ones) from my pirate treasure.

I gave him a hug first thing, and a small kiss, and bounced over to give him that note. It was folded up like a letter (how I usually did it in school). I had my address in the corner and in the center: Carl Rayford, Far Far Away. I always drew a stamp in the corner, the picture was always the subject of the note (this note having a smiling, crying heart). And he laughed when he saw the lollipops, and I explained where they were from, and he laughed some more. And I hugged him, and could feel a tear in the corner of my eye, but this wasn't a time to be sad! (I'm never sad when I'm with you, it's only after you leave that's hard). And I kissed him some more, and I grabbed his ass when I thought his sister could see (she probably didn't, but that's fine too). And then he was leaving. I waved a lot, he waved a lot back, and when they pulled out of the driveway and went to the end of the street, I raced down too and watched until they disappeared.

And looking back, I should have kissed him more, and more passionately. I almost want to say that those five minutes were wasted, but that would be untrue. (There's never a wasted moment when I'm with you).

He says they'll be leaving Saturday, or Sunday. He doesn't really know. But he has more phone minutes, so I can call him if I feel like it. And I told him that I have AIM on my phone, so even if I'm not at my dad's (which I probably won't be until wednesday. I'm not sure if I can hang around and just remember [nothing can get my mind off of you], because everything here reminds me of him) I can still talk to him online, which I know that they have there (we both talk to Sharon on facebook sometimes).

I know I'll be fine. It's just going to be really hard. He is my everything (which won't hold me back from having fun). It just feels like something is missing when he's gone. I'll just have to pretend that he isn't gone, it's almost like he isn't. I can still talk to him, I just can't see him.


Anyway, it's been about 5 and a half hours since they left, and I know the trip is going to take about 10, maybe closer to 11 hours if there's a bit of traffic. They should be somewhere around the bridge right now.


(and this is not stalker-ish. this is I'm-really-lonely-and-I-miss-you-a-lot-already-ish)

By the way, you being gone for a week doesn't excuse you from writing blog posts and stuff! And try to take lots of pictures and stuff too (I'm assuming you brought your camera. If not, there is the option of disposable ones...). I want to know what your trip is like! I love you everything, and I miss you everything else. Remember that you can call me when you're bored too.

My brand new fashion for waking up with pants off at 4 in the afternoon...

Danny Devito LOL!

Crazy drunk bastard. Warms your heart doesn't it?



Well, so far my summer's off to a bang. I haven't done anything so far really. I went to my mom's, they're having a garage sale, I salvaged some old movies and a childhood book of mine that they were selling, and I read a total of 1 chapter from Naked Lunch since school ended. I have since learned how to drive (basically), and that Faygo Moon Mist is more dense than water.
Yesterday my necklace broke, so I put it in my pocket and forgot about it until about midnight. Then I found a new chain in my room, which subseQuently broke a minute after I put it on. So I found another one, which was longer and nicer looking. That one also broke in three pieces. I mean seriously? That locket must be cursed or something. I did end up getting some pliers and I put it back together again, but it was pretty frustrating.

I'm still awaiting a few packages of stuff to arrive. One in particular is kind of important and was promised two weeks ago. I mean, lordy, I bought Ubik one day and it came the next. That book came from Maine! I'm going to look into my missing purchases, but I'll have to call Carl first. He called me Friday night, but I was falling asleep and I don't recall everything that he said. Something about "We're leaving at 8." And after calling his house to see if he's home (surprise! Sharon answered), she said he won't be home until about midnight tonight, but yes, they are leaving at 8 in the morning tomorrow. She also said that they will be stopping by so that I get to see him before he leaves. Which I want very much, considering that he'll be gone for a week, come back just in time for the spree, and then leave on Sunday (before the fireworks again!) and be gone for another week, or two. I don't really remember :(


Then about two weeks later, we'll be going on vacation.
Which, he NEEDS to talk to his parents about. I don't want to get so close and be disappointed the whole trip because I expected that he could come. Besides, at that point, I wouldn't have seen him for half of the entire summer. How fucked up is that?

LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT FUCKING DUCK!

We've waited all year for that, and we finally did it. And everyone did look, and it was glorious. I was also a pirate, I fought a ninja (sort of).

I also watched the Princess Bride for 6th hour, got a shitload of lollipops too.



And...

SCHOOL IS OVER FOREVER*!

*forever spans two and a half months





Please, please come over? No one's home right now, nor will they be for about 5 hours. Besides, you said on Monday night that you would. Just, please come when you have the chance. It would mean a lot to me. Even if it is later at night.

And I asked him if throwing it back into the sea would bring our luck back

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I finished that goddamn essay. 6 pages, double-spaced(which isn't too bad). We also had the choice of Times or Courier, and 10 or 12 pt font. Well, I don't know about you, but Courier 12 is much bigger than Times 12, so I went with that. Plus, the first page is really only like half a page, and so is the last one. All in all, it wasn't terrible, but I basically started it on Monday, when I was given about 3 weeks- a month.

But, now I'm super excited because that's over, I only have that English final tomorrow, which is standardized and exactly like the one we did a few years ago (or maybe it was last year? I don't remember). PLUS

1. Carl snuck over Monday night ;)
   
2. Carl has his driver's license now :D
3. He's gonna drive me to school with him (which means I get to sit in the front seat for once)
   
4. I'm gonna dress like a pirate tomorrow
5. Jil and I are going to shout obscene things about a duck
   
6. I get to see Carl tomorrow when I thought I wouldn't
7. I already have two wristbands for the spree
   
8. AAAAAND...................... I found out my sister got suspended from school!
   

(which is also kind of not a bonus because that means her vacation started early technically, but then again she is grounded for it as well).

Anyway, I'm so happy right now, it's almost unbelievable.

Blah. I'm blogging from my phone.

We sure are cute for two ugly people

Jil and I went to Earthlore, spent over an hour and about $15 total. I bought some incense and it smells nice. I didn't know what it was at the time because it comes in a box, but it doesn't say what scent it is. So I was lucky, I guess. It was cheap. I only had $3.50 to spend. I also bought an incense holder for cheap. I had been using that clay table I made in 6th hour.

On the way back, I saw Jon, and BOWEN!, and a kid named Brent. Bowen looks like a regular college kid. He has a beard and his hair is long and voluptuous. He should have been at that "party" on Saturday. He was home, but whatever.

Then we got a call from my dad warning us not to be tornadoed upon. It still hasn't happened yet and it's been about 2 hours now. Anyway, we hurried home, and then Jil called her girlfriend Sarah because Sarah was going to a graduation party and wanted to get plastered just because (which obviously was not a good idea). Sarah was clearly inebriated and her phone was dying, and then her mom showed up, and Sarah's not allowed to be talking to Jil, so she had to hang up. And we're not sure what kind of a graduation party it is, whether it's just for all the seniors, or if it's a family and friends graduation. The latter doesn't explain how everyone was getting drunk, and the former doesn't explain why her mom was there. So, there wasn't much we could do except wait. Jil knew it was a bad idea but let her do it anyway, so she feels extra bad, because now Sarah's phone is probably taken away or she's grounded or something eQually terrible. Plus, she can't talk to Sarah unless Sarah calls her in case her mom DOES have her phone. So everything is gone to shit for her, and I couldn't really make her feel better.


BONUS though! Carl is coming over tonight! And neither of us have a first hour! And he's gonna drive to school on Thursday! And I'm gonna be a pirate! :D


I'm also nearly finished with Lolita already. I started this morning.

And it's kind of funny the way we're wearing anchors on our shirts...

Yesterday was... interesting. It started out boring, and a bit depressing, and then twisted into something indescribable. I sent a text to Chelsea telling her about how I bought ice cream from the ice cream man for the first time in three years (I was actually nervous to do it, and I tripped all over my tongue the whole time. The guy probably thought I was retarded). She texted me back and asked if I wanted to hang out- which shit yeah I want to- so she came over. And Natalie came over too because she was supposed to later but her babysitter canceled (sort of). So we started walking somewhere aimlessly. It was about 8 when we left so everywhere interesting was closed. Then we got the idea to go to Ryan Stevenson's house. Which was fun navigating. And then we all got a bunch of books. I walked away with 6, which isn't nearly as many as I had on my list, but I wasn't looking too hard in his room for them, and 6 is Quite a lot (especially when you have Atlas Shrugged amongst them).

So then Ryan drove us all back to my house, and we called up Jon and had him come pick us up to hang out. And since it was late, we just told my dad that we were going to spend the night at Natalie's house probably. And then we all went to Mikey's house, and there were a bunch of people there that we didn't know, and they were pretty rude about it, so we made up names for some of them (Farmer Bob/Carl [a coincidence, and his idea, not ours]). So then Mikey and Jon and Chelsea and I took a walk because Natalie left with Adam, and we meandered around the neighborhood for half an hour, and went to the gas station and I spent $7 on monster (which was totally not worth it at all) [it was also paid for all in Quarters]. I told the gas station guy that he won the slot machine.
Anyway, then we walked around some more, and they showed us their places of misdoings and vandalism, and then we hung out at an elementary school under a picnic-y place with broken tables and a low support beam (that I wasn't even tall enough to touch with the top of my head, while everyone else was bumping theirs on it). Eventually that got boring, and a little bit chilly, and we went back to Mikey's house to find that no one was there, so we sat on his porch and blew ants off the steps.
When we finally went inside, we all just piled downstairs and threw a blow-up globe at each other until everyone else came back. We still didn't learn their real names (or at least not until much later at night), and they were still dicks. And one guy named Kenny kept wanting Chelsea and I to flash him because it was his birthday. "No thanks." There was also a blacklight and that was entertaining for about 5 seconds until we got used to it. And then everyone left again, and Mikey, Me, Chelsea and Jon laid on the bed (it was two mattresses next to each other, on top of another two mattresses, on top of two box springs) because there was finally room, and then when they all came back, they had to sleep on the floor basically. I was up most of the night at least until 4:30, and I nodded off between then and 6, and then fell asleep and woke up at 7, 8, and 8:45ish. Then at about 9:30 I got a text from Natalie saying that she was at my house, so I told her not to go in because then everyone would wake up and ask her where Chelsea and I were, and just to wait on the bench outside. Well, then my dad woke up and opened the blinds and saw her and invited her in. She said we went to get stuff at Chelsea's house, and we hustled out of there as best we could.



So Chelsea and Natalie and I hung around my room for an hour or so before they left. At which point I took a shower, and cleaned my room. I still haven't slept any. I can't tell if I'm tired.


But while I was cleaning I found a B&N gift card that I got (from Liz, I think?) for my birthday, and I decided to use it. So I spent an hour looking at the library catalog for Michigan to make sure that I can't just rent them, and picked out the ones I wanted most. I bought 3 books. There were more on the list, they were all previously used so they only cost $2, but shipping was $4 for each book because they wouldn't ship them together. The giftcard only had $15, so I had to let a few go.

But, I bought a hardcover Ubik and I'm super excited. I'm going to have 9 books to read. Let's see how long it takes.




P.S. I really missed you today. I wish I could have seen you. I'm gonna call you later, though.


I haven't studied for anything all weekend. I'm SO unprepared for finals, it's not even funny. I need to write pretty much an entire essay for Thursday. The worst part is, I don't care.

"It is unpossible!"

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Singing vows before we exchange small greetings

It's snowing in slow motion outside. There's a blizzard at 86ºF. The grass is turning white and leisurely, everything is being blanketed. This will go on for days, I've seen it before.
However, it won't stop me from going out, and it won't record my footsteps, and I definitely can't build a snow man. More likely, a pillow, or if I so dare, weave it into socks. I can still drink hot chocolate though, and reverse the failure that was the winter months.

I have no homework today.
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Being that tickets are going to be $70, I must really focus on getting a job, or hoarding as much money as possible. I don't really care how, or even with whom, I'm just going. (I'll still try to get you to come, of course).

BLINK-182

08.22.2009
Detroit, MI
DTE Energy Music Center
w/ Fall Out Boy, Panic At The Disco and Chester French
Ticket sale: 6/6









THIS IS PROBABLY THE BEST THING IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. I AM GOING.

Will I be, when I wake up next to a stranger, on a passenger plane?

I've decided to shuffle songs by album on my ipod, so that way I can effectively listen to every song, without it seeming so ominous. It's a lot easier to convince myself to listen to 10-20 songs for an album than 840-something on their own.

Basically, I have successfully removed any incriminating files from my computer at my Dad's house so that when I accuse my sister of certain crimes, and show proof, my honesty is not also put into question.

My mother will be getting the internet in a few days, so that will make it easier to get her in trouble, but reversely, it's easier to get myself in trouble. It's a good thing that I know how to manipulate computers better than anyone in that household. The only problem that we might have is that our computer won't be able to handle the traffic. It can't even handle us playing games on it. We can play Zoo Tycoon for about 15 minutes. Can't play anything else though. So, potentially a problem. If so, we'll just buy a new one. I think we got our stimulus check (finally). They bought a new side door like they had been promising for about 4 years now. Which means also that I will now have a key to the house, and it will be easier to sneak out >:) (not that it is actually going to be easy by any means).


In history, Mr. (attic) was talking about turning in books. I told him that in the course of this last semester, my book has been replaced by a different one, most likely because I left the book under the desk, and someone took it and left theirs instead. Whatever the reason, I don't have my original book, but I still have a book. He said that because it's not my book, I'm going to have to pay $40 to replace it. He said that I'll probably just have to wait until Monday and see if someone turns it in. I'm kind of thinking that I could care less about getting my report card this summer, and that I probably am not going to pay. I would only be worried about not getting my schedule for next year though.

Hmmph :/


I know the time and place to put this trouble behind us.
Can't spend my life in shame,
Making light of these dark days.

Keep a calendar, this way you will always know the last time you came through.

I'm in school again. Still can't spell. Still haven't made any progress. I haven't even tried to work on it out of school. We'll be starting another essay on Wednesday or Thursday and we're taking a test on Friday. "Something stupid," he said. Regardless. We have lab time all week except for that test day. I don't care. I can't use it.

Everything is closing in and deadlines become more real, and WAY more apparent. I thought I was fine with you going away. I thought I wasn't. I was wrong both times. I don't know what I want, and I'm sorry that you have to suffer through this. It's time to change colors again. I'm an emotional wreck. "Stress."

Hurry, hurry. You put my head in such a flurry, flurry.


I wonder if Mr. Power is reading this right now. I mean, he has that capability... I would abuse it. It's not like he's got much better to entertain himself in this class. We're the most boring class I've ever been in. Why does it seem that the classes I'm in are the boring ones? And it's not even my fault for it. The teachers always complain that their other hours are unruly, loud, always busy. Nope, we're quiet, bored.


For once I actually came through for someone. I actually burned that Folie a Deux. I promised it on Friday, and granted, it is Monday, but nonetheless. I'll take what I can get.


I need to find a recipe. Bullshit. Pull out a page in the cookbook. Good enough. I need to sew a mole, which implies stealing a few feet of fabric from ID, and bring in something to eat tomorrow in Chem. I was supposed to buy lunch today. Some kid's gonna buy pizza for tomorrow, so I had to give him the dollar I had. I went hungry because I squandered my poptart. Whatever. In the meanwhile, I have about $10 at home now from weaseling it from my mom and dad. I kind of feel bad for my dad.

3 minutes.