I listen to the poetry of drugs and promiscuous sex.
I also love Almost Famous.
"Fever dog... scratching at my back door..."
T. Ram is good at explaining football to Hannah. Yes indeed.
Mitch S. has too broad of shoulders to be that tall. He's impossible to see over.
Then again, so is Alex T. And Matthew. But those are givens.
So.
School... is death.
Cultures today, didn't do a lot, laughed at Mr. Coates some, which is always good, talked to Ashley and Molly and Michelle, figured out that I have the world's most blended personality, or something close to it. Creepy.
English. Listened to more of the Crucible. Tried very hard not to sleep. Didn't quite succeed.
Band, marched and played our first two songs, stood and played (with music) our third and most difficult.
Lunch was the traditional cookout thing they have every year which I hate, because there's really no vegetarian option. I got a bun and put potato chips on it. The carrots were nastily dry, so I avoided them, but the cookies were good and, well, milk is pretty much milk. Potato chips, however, can make you very thirsty. Ergo, I wanted Mindy to get me a water, and she wouldn't because she didn't feel like getting up. So Mitch (Hildebrand) bought one for me and tried to refuse payment (hmf). 'Twas tasty water, though. Maybe there's hope for the freshman class, after all.
Physics... didn't do much except take a strange online test, which confused me because I kept clicking on the wrong things accidentally, then hitting "next" and going, "CRAAAAP!" and frightening Jeff. ^_^
Government... Kendra stole Mitch's seat, so Mitch sat behind me where Anna usually sits (she moved up to the absent Mercedes' spot). Then Alex moved back and sat by Mitch and I, and I started doodling a picture of a distorted face in Mitch's notebook during the dull movie we watched. Eventually Alex stole the picture and wrote on it "To Kendra from Mitch" (I stole the picture back after Kendra got properly upset at Mitch... so I might post it sometime). I also wrote Mitch a limerick. It went like this:
There once was a fellow named Mitch
Who got his foot stuck in some pitch
It burned off his toe,
So he said, "Where'd it go?"
And then he yelled, "SON OF A BITCH!"
^_^
After school, went down to the band room for no apparent reason and played instruments with Alexa and got checked off for music by TylerBerry aka the Nazi Cow.
Also got my forms for National Honor Society and signed up for YADC. Look how involved I am! Couldn't you just puke!?
"Could David Gilmour write a guitar solo so awesome, not even he could play it?"
...heehee, Tor.
I find myself increasingly numb. And my therapist wonders why I have trust issues...
I really talk to two people. Seth thinks I tell him everything, but it's more like 90%. I tell lots to AliBerry, too, I've noticed.
Pineapple: So, Seb, you going to homecoming?
Sebhar: eeeh... probably not. Our dances rather suck.
Pineapple: *long pause* Oh. *averts eyes* Me neither...
...wtf was that, please?
From [Rarely available]
OOOOOOOOO me and my friend started making classic rock jokes that make fun of those Chuck Norris facts. It hink you'll like them.
"There is no thunder, only the echoe of Jimi Hendrix's guitar"
"If Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, and Syd Barret met in the same room...everyon
"Sad as it is that Steve Irwin died, he was not the first one to be stabbed in the heart by a sting ray. It also happened to Roger Waters, and he said "Not bad, but I've had better" (i.e. heroin)
And my peronal favorite
"David Gilmour can add distortions to an accousitic guitar"
wootosity!
I've done this before
But never this bad
At first, bewildered
And then I got mad
Now I'm just sitting,
Waiting for you
And I realise now
They've got you thinking, too.
They say that the losers
Get lucky sometimes
So where is my luck
As the half-past clock chimes?
I've got nothing left
Lost all of it, all
I let them convince me
There'd be no more falls
I thought somehow everything
Could turn out all right
And now, out of nowhere,
A soul-wrenching fight.
I'm so in the dark
And so all alone
And I hear Satan laughing
Satan calling me home.
Past is past. And that is the truth.
My past keeps biting me in the ass, and that is the truth.
Something tells me I won't be able to cope with this, and that is the truth.
I can try, and that is the truth.
But it probably won't help, and that is the truth.
I am afraid, and that is the truth.
For the benefit of Stephen King readers:
Choo-choo.
"Fucked up and spun out in my room. On my own, here we go..."
"urbandictiona
"Shake my what now?"
"Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's ass."
"And if you go, I want to go with you..."
So.
Having a munch of dinner.
Tofu-and-tomat
Kissables.
Left school early.
Went to an ortho appointment.
Four more weeks? You told me that two months ago.
Drove out to Curves.
Won a charm bracelet.
Had an allergy shot.
Now my arms itch.
Got Friday's Government homework done.
Finally, an editorial which didn't concentrate one narrow-
minded viewpoint or the backing of a political faction!
Saw Jason at the doctor's office.
We were both laughing at Dr. Phil.
"Wow...you got preppy."
Drove to Fareway then.
Needed chocolate.
Got some.
Mmm, Kissables.
Also got some gum.
Got some.
Mmm, Trident Tropical Twist.
Now that's alliteration.
Drove home.
Made supper.
Took an ibuprofen for tooth pain.
Hip-hop at five-thirty.
I'll drive there, too.
Band tomorrow morning.
Got to learn the vast majority of Malaguena drill.
Also the music.
All I know is the solo, really.
Mmmmmmmmm, Tropical Twist.. *chews*
So.
I'm breathing normally again.
I've rationalised myself.
Sometimes I'm quite the spaz.
...weird.
Some days... I've found Emo.
Phuck.
"I'm unaware..."
"I don't deserve this..."
"Making up problems that don't exist..."
"So yours..."
"Don't know when I'll be back again."
"I hate the fall."
"Yaweh."
Sooooooooooo..
Maybe I'm overreacting.
I probably am.
After all, I'm sure something else, like parents, was an issue.
But still.
"I can't go. Oh, and, um, I'm going to leave without so much as a hug."
So.
Just got back from Ohio.
Had an okay time.
I hate smoke.
Okay, so about 55% of the time was shitty.
I was gone four days.
Some people didn't even notice.
So I'm a little depressed.
Being tired isn't helping.
Homework isn't helping.
The lack of a specific person showing any affection at all... that was... hm.
"I prefer to keep my sadness bottled up inside in the form of a mental illness." -- Paraphrased from Leela, closely followed by...
"It's your lucky day. I'm a holding, stroking, loving machine!" -- Fry
She's a one-eyed mutant.
And I'm not.
And at least someone appreciates her.
Even if it is Fry.
So.
Today.
Went to Deli One for twist cones with Molly.
Rather fun.
Molly dropped me home, I talked to Mom on the phone, checked my email.
Not a lot.
So.
Then Dad came home.
"You wanna go get your liscence?"
"Are you serious?"
"Apparently."
We got my liscence.
The picture doesn't suck.
That makes me happy.
So I drove to Curves.
And back again.
And then to Nathan's, but no one answered the door.
Then to Seth's, but he's at fifth grade camp.
Then to Matthew's, because I had to talk to him anyway.
So I picked up Matthew.
And we talked.
And it was good.
I think I understand some more about stuff now.
Then Dad called, and I dropped Matthew home.
And I went to dance.
And it was fun
even though I suck.
I parked about four feet from the curb.
It's okay though, the parking lot's always abandoned that time of night.
Then I drove home
listening to Bowling for Soup
And Alexa was behind me
and I saw David
and Hannahkimmerle
and other people I didn't know.
That's me, today.
No, shockingly, I don't want to go to Prom.
Reasons:
1. No date.
2. You want me to spend all that money for:
3. Bad DJs
4. Not dancing with anyone
5. Watching the perfect plastic girls dance with footballers
6. A dress I'll never wear again
7. A dress I'll hate wearing regardless.
8. An afterparty the highlight of which MIGHT be a hypnotist
Uhm, methinks not. Unless you can find me someone I can tolerate who will go with me as a friend and not care if I wear pants and pay for dinner and my ticked.
Again, mestillthinks not.
Song: Crash and Burn
Artist: The Story Changes
Album: Last Night A Rock Band Saved My Life
Track: Ten
Label: Future Destinations Records
I don't deserve this. I treated you perfect.
I always absorbed it, always made time.
There's this reflection of all that you've ruined.
I will get through this, I'll be all right,
but don't look back for me.
I don't deserve this. I made you my conquest,
always the purpose, always the light.
There's no real answers to all of these questions
turning and burning right through my mind,
but don't look back for me.
Actions so selfish, you already know this.
We can't quite control it, we're lost in your lies.
I'm burning as witness, no longer the victim.
I'm over and through with, stop wasting my time.
Caught up and clueless, addicted and foolish,
I always looked through it, but now I see
Apologies are worthless if we just repeat the problem.
the promise that you've broken was the only way to start this now,
but don't look back for me.
Sooooooooo...
What do these people have in common? (Besides the fact that they're all male and actors.)
Heath Ledger
Johnny Depp
Cillian Murphy
Ewan McGregor
Jake Gyllenhaal (how the heck d'you spell that anyway?)
Jonathan Rhys-Meyers
Tim Curry
By the way... I've watched Brokeback Mountain two nights in a row.
I need to find and buy The Brothers Grimm.
Traer is a cool name.
"Can you see me?"
"Here I come baby. Comin' to GETCHA. Ow! Foxy lady..."
"It suddenly struck me... I just might die with a smile on my face after all."
"By the river, holding hands. Roll me up and lay me down..."
So.
Busy typing essays.
The one based on my last entry, and one on the Picture of Dorian Gray. Also some Government stuff I want a head start on, and some other assignments for my archives.