13 days

Oh great. Computer lit a match with it's nonexistant limbs and disturbingly held it to itself in reverence to it's emo mind, slowly melting away all ability to function. Cousin is taking it to mend all wounds because unfortunately I'm computer retarded. Deeply deeply saddening.

After an intensely extreme 3 hours of sleep, around a quarter to 7am my grandma calls to tell me she was going to see George Straight... thinking this would excite me.

My 1st grade cousin randomly bought me flowers and pencils for absolutely no reason and gave them to me at church the other day. How sweet of her.

No matter how hard my mother tries, I can only continually get more frustrated at her.

Good news is I'm spending the weekend in Rochester with Cait and her family. It'll be a nice break from school. We're going bowling and having a movie night with pjs and popcorn and something about a garbage pile at a restaurant and her mom is taking us out to lunch and maybe putput and a bunch of other stuff we dilusionally discussed around 3 am.

It's seriously only Tuesday? Am I allowed to say it's been a long week yet? It's been a long week.

Semi-Charmed Kinda Life

In the bathroom last night there were two pages of a study guide taped to the mirror. Odd, but okay. But the other four pages of it were taped up to the walls of the shower. And once someone called me weird for studying in the hallway...?

The fire alarm went off during class the other day. No big deal, it happens at least twice a week in the dorms with the idiots in the next building completely oblivious to how long popcorn is supposed to be put in the microwave (even though there's a popcorn button right there in front of their faces). Anyway, standing outside waiting for the okay sign to go back in, interesting billows of almost greyish clear smoke sort of swirls all over the inside of the windows. After just staring at it for a few seconds thinking how cool it looked I realized it might be a smart idea to get off the roof of the building.

Here's To You, Ass-Wipe

Oh good, finally another Singles Awareness Day over.

~X~

"Why must you addict me to music?"
"Because I'm addicted. It's like druggies, they all share."

~X~

"Janine's goldfish died."
"Ohh, that's sad."
"His name was Herbert."
"Did you flush him?"
"No, someone else did."
"Did he mysteriously disappear out of the tank? Or did she know?"
"No. She knew."
"Were they close?"
"Yeah. They took pictures together."

~X~

"You suck balls Erin."
"Um."
"And not the good kind either. It's the big black, nasty kind."

~X~

"I keep saying fuck a lot tonight. Fuck. That. Shit. Oh! And I forgot: JESUS!"

~X~

"Tell me something interesting."
"I have an amazingly large schlong."
"Ewww!"

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...you rock my socks kiddo.

I'll be

Alright, I can try to understand that you have a lot of overwhelmingly passionate Christian feelings, but seriously if you can't sing don't let yourself sing it out okay? Just express it through drawing... that way if someone doesn't want to look at it they're not forced to. Don't humiliate yourself. You and I both know that you can't sing. And then you decide to bring the abnoxiousness to another level and lift your arms upward in praise and GET LOUDER? It doesn't help that your flabby chin vibrates with every breath you strongly inhale. Now your nasally voice and image is haunting the entirety remaining part of the day. I now strongly dislike you for this.

I saw one of my cousins today. He got glasses and they don't look bad, but I had to do a double-take because he looks identical to my brother... and they never looked alike before now. They have completely opposite personalities too. Cousin is full of the scariest sarcasm that i've ever seen in a 14 year old. Brother is a little slow.

I should love having bad weekends. It makes me look forward to the actual week to start. And I really need motivation to get things done.

Your complaining touches my heart... What ever will I do without it?

Just so you all know, there are 186 days until Spider Man III comes out. And also, there are 35 days until Spring Break... therefore that would be a total of 28 days until the week before Spring Break... I'm thinking this is supposed to mean something. Oh yeah, something to do with something about a sub.

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And while I'm throwing numbers around, I'll just add in that there are 77 days until Coachella.

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P.S. - I curse you people who don't shovel the snow from your sidewalks.

Leaning against that filthy brick support beam, drunken strangers' shoulders brushing past in the chaotic fumed atmosphere, I felt a short few minutes of almost bliss. Bliss in which everything physical around me was obscured and faded. Bliss in which I could fully think... not contradictory, not in blurps of confusion, but of everything all at once in complete sense. Right there in that basement, lit with incomplete strands of Christmas lights, with the grimy floors and the ceiling hovering within 5 inches of the top of my head, and just below the ceiling those cold, copper pipes dripping beads of condensation. One of the most uncomfortable places I can imagine myself, and it's spontaneously here that I find my mind at it's clearest? I couldn't hear the music, the yells were blended with the giggles and laughter and drunken flirting to create an odd buzz of silence. It wasn't an alone feeling. I couldn't see anyone's face... one person's clothing blurred into the person standing to the side of them, transforming the crowd into an illusion of being single, one. My thoughts flowed quickly, comprehendible and I could make up a purpose, a reasoning, a meaning for it all that made sense to me.