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Saturday, August 24

 
play, magic fingers.

i'm very excited for the senior supplement to finally be sent out. my mom asked me about it the other day, and i had completely forgetten about it. hm. although it is going to make me really lonely and miss everything a whole lot. but oh well.

i'm effin tired. i like bandanas. i have too many. the best being the chilli peppered one i purchased tonight at joann fabrics. so yessuh.

i don't know.
 
crazy explosives at the fair...i swear that it's true...i have just been informed that it wasn't a fair, but that it was in fact a folk festival...

in other news, i have nothing to say.
 
what? its' already ten? hmm.
 
it's only seven bucks at borders.

i got a really cute shirt from hot topic. and it looks like it didn't come from hot topic. that's a fine how do you do if you ask me!
 
hee. i'm paranoid.

i bought two books i've been meaning to buy - echo by francesca lia block and the perks of being a wallflower by stephen chbosky. yessuh. i also bought really cute beads. and now i think i'll go to craftworld and get some stretchy string stuff.
 
because i hate being psychic. i hate women's intuition.

mom: chris is here.
me: great.
mom: why is that great?
me: because it's not.

but now he's going to the folk festival. and i almost don't want to go, because if it's with the girl i think he's going with, i don't want to see her. because, after all, he and she did ruin my prom.
 
my eyes are quite itchy. how sad.

i think my dog is going to die soon. this makes me a lot sadder than having itchy eyes.

i don't want to see chris today. but i fear it's too late.
 
i like pretty things...i like the ugly things too, don't wanna discriminate here, but i like the pretty things alot.

i should splain: i typed in alkjglsdga or whatever when i was explaining to joebane how a blog worked. "you type up here and it shows up down there". sorry for the inconvenience.

i must agree with that giorgio girl, snowflake obsidian is by far the best.

byenow
 
its funny, the last time i blogged here was when dan was still the administrator.
 
there's a way. there's a way for you and i if you just stay. if you just stay to keep me hidden from the day, and all it's light, that's covered up by night when you're away. when you're away the image of your face is clear. it is clear across the room and i am here, against the wall, afraid that it is all just a game. while i'm here. while i'm here and you are in my state of mind. my state of mind is inaudible.
 
snowflake obsidian! that stuff is so pretty. there was this state park, in new york, that was home to a 600 year old white pine tree, and it was HUGE, and they had this tacky kinda new yorkey gift shop where they sold snowflake obsidian and other rocks. it was run of the mill. but grandma bought me a rock. hee.

Friday, August 23

 
no, i kicked zak out. i got sick of him telling me he was gonna kick me out. and then i got sick of him telling me he did kick me out, even though he didn't.

blogs arent about being stupid like that. they're about talking. not saying "hey man i'm in a blog" or "ha ha ha i'll kick you out". i'm an intolerant old grump.

but i invited him back.
 
never mind the furthermore, the plea is self defense.

zilch.
 
i only make $147 every two weeks. i wish i had cousins to babysit.

i like it when boys buy me dinner, even when it is just a sweet onion terriyaki chicken sandwich and a really large drink from subway.

i wish i had gone to the folk festival tonight, but i guess i had alternate plans.

i really need to pee.

ok i feel better now.

incubus rocks washington on dc 101!

Thursday, August 22

 
marmy is acting up. marmy = short for marmaduke = my car. she's accelerating funny. harumph. she's overdue for an oil change. i hope that's all that's wrong with marm. it'd be bad if she broke. hee.

so baby, come on in.

such a cute song. man. i miss everything. how sad.
 
yeah you know it, baby.
 
remind me to not be pissed sometime
 
not funny
 
haw haw.
 
that giorgio girl lies...i am in no way an administrator
 
peoples are confusing to me...especially you's peoples

Wednesday, August 21

 
i'm amped for the folk festival too. mainly because i need to find myself a damn hawt boy.

i'm sorry, so sorry.

i also want to go to the strokes concert all badly. their video for last nite was on mtv last night, and my parents flipped to it.

me: OOH! they're coming to portland. i want to go.
dad: no.

hee. that's like the dream theater thing.

me: i was invited to a dream theater concert in boston on september 12th. can i go?
mom: no.

my parents are fun.

Tuesday, August 20

 
hows about missing people i'm never supposed to miss. that's not probably a good thing. like, even though lily told me camp this year sucked, i still really wish i could go back. not to camp summer of now, but 4th session 2001. i miss those bishes so much, even though it was only two weeks.

like kiki and will and lily and laura and sebastian and nia and dakota and naomi and lizi and darby and che and connor and mary and that carl guy. and even hat girl! and all them sexy kids.

THE STROKES ARE COMING TO PORTLAND AND I SIMPLY MUST GO.
 
i burnt myself on a pizza pan. it's leaving a mark. it's almost like when i burnt myself on naked. only this burn is visible.
 
way to not welcome me a long time ago...drama is a lovely thing...like the coppalation of two little babies...

what i meant was, "drama is a lovely thing, like when coppalation occurs and two little babies are the result"...but you already knew that.

do your worst

Monday, August 19

 
i gotta write in these things more often...i have a newfound respect for tall things.
 
hey, i think blogger is on crack. like my dog that thinks its okay to sniff my baby rats.
 
yah it's looking like a crackwhore. ...who knows.

Sunday, August 18

 
does anyone mind i changed the "? 'cause i thought it'd be a good idea but now it's kinda annoying cause usually the goldfish factory is on top. so i'm 'unna change it back i think.
 
loobyzeal: is lily back?
lordha1o: yes i know
lordha1o: but i have a story about tat
lordha1o: she got kicked out the last day
loobyzeal: a good story?
loobyzeal: crap.
loobyzeal: not a good story.
loobyzeal: what happened?
loobyzeal: drugs?
lordha1o: because she got caught smoking weed
lordha1o: and she took speed and started a mosh pit
loobyzeal: woo.
loobyzeal: that sucks
lordha1o: and she got a black eye
lordha1o: no
lordha1o: its metal!
loobyzeal: no i mean it sucks she got kicked out
lordha1o: well it was the last day
lordha1o: so i guess it isnt that bad
loobyzeal: but that means she can never go back
lordha1o: she is in totall shit a home
loobyzeal: yea i can imagine
lordha1o: pore lilly

Don't you Even think about it.

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