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No concert for me. But I think I passed history.
Maybe.
Man, I've got nothing to say. I mean, I do...but.
Nothing that I didn't say in my last post.
Don't feel any different.
Except Zach called, said that he'd walked past Paul's and his brother and mom were yelling. I hope nothing's happening there. It was kinda random, actually. I hadn't talked to Zach since the Y.
Ah s**t. I haven't woken up yet, I guess. And the sun's down.
Can't write today. It's all crap. Even this journal is crap, and journals aren't supposed to matter.
So. David and Earl Gray for me now. I'll be awake for a while. Gray it up!
 lalalagrapes · Sat Nov 19, 2005 @ 03:57am · 0 Comments |
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Shitty day today.
Mom called me a slut.
Robin's dropping out of school tomorrow. And vowing to never take Algebra, ever. She will be homeschooled again.
I think Nicolle actually ran away from home. Some kids at school said she was arrested.
Havn't seen Paul since Friday.
I'm unprepared for 2 tests tomorrow. English and History.
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RAAAAAH. I feel like an angstmuffin. Jeeeeeeeeeeze. Yuck.
lalalagrapes · Fri Nov 18, 2005 @ 05:26am · 0 Comments |
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felt so incredably human today. had chapped lips. and my legs just fall asleep every time i sit still.
That guy (Ben?) from Spanish is still in Paris, since last week. Riots and all.
we just watched a video on the French revolution yesterday.
coincindence.
okay. this isn't even a real entry.
or a poem.
or whatever.
I'm not even looking at the screen anymore.
i was running at lunch
in my head i was running
in rainboots in the dust of the quad
during september.
before the boy
with the magic pockets,
there was that squirrel kid
with the hair.
you know? if everyone from M.H. went to rosa,
i'd be happy.
not that i'm not.
i've just known those people since 7th grade, is all. you kindof get attached.
ran into zach at the Y. he was wearing girl's clothing.
(!)
i can't play guitar lately. i can't write lately. i can't read lately. i can't draw, paint, anything.
but i'm content. i'm not depressed.
maybe a little lonely.
i havn't seen paul since monday.
paul is the sweetest boy ever.
i love his hair. his black hair. i just love it. it feels good to sit on his lap and run my fingers through it while he's playing tony hawk with nathan at ash's boring parties.
he's small. i'm afraid i'll squish him sometimes.
but it means that i can hold him tighter.
we have the same sized hands. exactly.
i want to see nin/queens of the stone age with him on the 17th.
i'll have to talk mutti/vatti into it.
and find a ride.
and money.
120 buckeroos all together.
plus maybe a little if we're going public transportation.
i don't even know where this is. oakland, maybe.
lalalagrapes · Sat Nov 05, 2005 @ 06:42am · 0 Comments |
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I got to use my umbrella. The one with the Evil Queen from Snow White, and Melificent from Sleeping Beauty on it. My blue dotted rainboots came in handy. We took a walking feild trip to see some photography. The display on the main floor was laaaaaaaame. Just giant pictures of leaves thrown down on a white background. Little to no composition $ki11$ shown. Some artslut going all "abStRaCtIonXcOre" on our asses. Meh.
The student show was ac'shully pretty impressive. Zone of Focus got some good entries this year. One piece really struck me; a girl with her back to the camera was standing in the remnants of a broken mirror, holding a shard in her hand. "This is what happens when you skip in glass," I think. I make it sound cliche. But it wasn't.
I ate a donut today. Can't stand them, unless I have a strawberry soda with me. I did this time.
Lunch was good. I am now dubbed bloo ella. No capitals. It's cos my jacket is that day-glow-neon-robin-egg color. And I wore my weirdfun cowboy pants. With the little fringy bits on the legs. So it was like being in kindergarten again, only more fun, less coodies, less evilevilevil Mrs. Flippen.
lalalagrapes · Thu Oct 27, 2005 @ 05:35am · 0 Comments |
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Ella gets to see Paul tomorrow. |
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That makes her happy. So does third person journal entries.
Ella won a school costume contest thursday night. Her impersonation of Frida Kahlo, complete with limp and cain, got her four free tickets to The Rialto, an Indie only movie theater. This means one, possibly two free dates with Paul. Or one with Paul and then sell the others. Or one with Paul and two by herself. Or one with Paul and two other people. Or one with Paul and someone else and one by herself.
Anyway. Ella is in very high spirits at the moment, and can't be bothered to finish this blog properly, but says she hopes it rains soon and that the wig she used really did look quite like a dead cat.
lalalagrapes · Sun Oct 02, 2005 @ 05:38am · 0 Comments |
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So, this is the journal thinger thing thing.
Where I am supposed to journal.
And stuff.
Okay. Mom's still in Vancouvre or however the hell you spell it. Won't be back in California untill thursday. This means party.
Possibly tequila, too. I like that stuff. xp
lalalagrapes · Sun Sep 18, 2005 @ 07:12pm · 0 Comments |
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