| Last Weekend With Seth |
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| 05:51pm 01/05/2005 |
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mood:  nostalgic
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Well, between Friday and Saturday, I spent about 24 hours with Seth. It was a crazy good time. We went shooting with his friend John and froze to death doing that because we were outside in a foggy field for about two hours. Not to mention, that we were all deaf and were singing loudly all the way home from Sedalia to distract us from our wet, cold shoes. We watched this really crappy movie in my basement about an African tribe and a glass Coca-Cola bottle. We went swimming and climbed up the LTRC slide. He carved giant Z's for Zeth, his superhero alternate identity in the ice on my car. We played Scramble until we used up all the letters without cheating and using a bunch of "is" and "of" and "it" instead of good words. We had pizza one night and taquitos the other and we played Clue with Julie and Jeff. I gave him his flying llama, but he can't take it with him, so it is going to live with me. We played with his hair and discussed how it has gone from straight to curly in the last year. Sang some more of our theme song which consists of a bunch of na na na na na nas. He realized that he met me exactly one year ago today. I had forgotten that. We discovered that his back is ticklish. I had to wake him up and kick him out last night to get him to go home. I have never found anyone else that I can be content spending that much time with, and I don't know if I ever will. It is going to be so weird not talking to him all the time. I promised him that I would learn to whistle properly and jump from my back to my feet while he is gone. I think it is funny that the only picture of the two of us is us holding John's guns infront of a large "No Shooting" sign.
I supppose that getting strange postcards in the next couple of years and learning all kinds of things about Chile will be interesting,and I still have Kelley, but it sure doesn't seem like a fair trade-off for my favorite person. Hope he is O.K., doesn't have to run from trouble since he doesn't have me to "cute run" with him, and eats enough because he is too skinny while he's in Chile. |
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| My Birthday! Hooray! |
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| 04:49pm 20/03/2005 |
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mood:  happy
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Thanks everyone who came to the party last night! I had all my favorite people to celebrate my 18th with. I think Mclean hiding behind the bathroom door wins, and Seth finding my Nightmare Before Christmas movie was the coolest thing ever. (Too bad we are all going to be infected with giant purple scabies. Te he he.)
Not much else new this weekend except that I am going dancing with Jeff in a few minutes. Yay for dancing. Although I don't know how much homework I'm going to get done while dancing. |
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| . . . Tuesday . . . |
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| 03:45pm 08/03/2005 |
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mood: happy
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I am so glad I don't have to teach swimming lessons tonight! This girl in my Angelfish class, Icmar, always spits all over my face when she comes up from a float or glide or whatever. GRRRRRRRRRRRR. Between her and Max, the little turd that kicks off of me like I am the wall when I tell him to swim back to the group, I am about ready to drown all those stinking Angelfish. It really sucks when you get a bad group of kids.
In my starfish class though, there is this little girl named Audrey whose goggles make her face seem really really tiny. She is adorable; she looks at me when I'll tell her to do something, and right away, her eyes get really big and she looks underwater to make sure I am close enough to grab her. She has these awesome and completely ridiculous flowers all over her swimsuit that make it seem like I've got a large clump of seaweed when I hold her.
Anyhoo, congrats to Jason. You know why, and I'm very happy for ya buddy.
Also, Ms. Hitchens really liked the painting that was largely a group effort from all the people with second hour off on MWFs, so thanks everyone. Laugh out loud for finger painting! She actually wants me to try and sell some of my artwork to the super-intendant of LPS! That's exciting, though I don't think my dad would ever let me sell my artwork. Once I make something and he likes it, it goes in his room. He has a horrible collection of things I made in elementary school+ building up on his dresser. I sold a pastel drawing of a barn a few years ago, and he took pictures of it before it went away and had a very hard time parting with it. Meh. Guess it means he kinda likes me. |
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| the poem i wrote in econ today |
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| 11:36am 03/03/2005 |
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The Knots
Her hair. Her hair.
Was everywhere.
She brushed, she washed,
She pulled and combed.
But tangles grew
And through and through,
Lived Knots.
Knots! She thought!
Oh, no, not Knots!
It could be slime or grime,
Goo and gook, lice or mice,
Imaginary spiders from a book.
But Knots!
Oh, no, not Knots!
And with one last look,
The scissors she took,
And cut them all away. |
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| Another Krazy weekend |
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| 01:39pm 21/02/2005 |
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mood:  scared
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This weekend was interesting.
Yes, interesting.
I am drowning in boy trouble. In fact, I'm laying on the floor on the bottom of a pool drowning and being kicked repeatedly by boy trouble that is so krazy with a K that I'm not going to explain it.
Anyhoo, I'll share the part everyone will be best entertained by: I ended up spending the night at Kelley's last night to watch over her dog Bruiser because he is sick, while her family went up to the mountains, and her brother was partying in Boulder. I made the quintessentially stupid move of watching The Grudge alone in someone else's house with unfamiliar noises, and managed to freak myself out royally. I can't say that I didn't deserve to be put into the position of hiding under a comforter on her couch and cuddling with Bruiser out of terror since I was dumb enough to watch a horror flick by myself, but looking back on it now, it's pretty comical.
The scared dragon for my mood makes me laugh! Te he he . . . |
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| Bloom |
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| 11:01am 19/02/2005 |
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She’s showing off her flashy, hot-pink nail polish with silver sparkles. It’s obvious that she painted her nails herself because the thicker lumps are already chipping; the pink is half-on her nails, half-on her fingers. She asks me if I like them, and I tell her that they are so pretty that I’m jealous of her. She flashes me a big smile of acknowledge-
ment as she glances at the masterpiece on her hands.
Her flower-printed shoes and her pink-laced socks cover her feet, but her skinny, bare legs protrude from beneath her jean-shorts. Shorts decorated with obtuse butterflies and ladybugs embroidered on in bright, vivid colored threads.
Running around, screaming and laughing at nothing in particular, her hair bubbles out behind her and tangles into tight knots. The sun catches the blondest streaks and reflects rays into my eyes.
Popsicle juice on the freshly stained, baby-blue t-shirt has already collected small pieces of grass on its sticky surface. There are bubblegum remnants on her nose and cheeks from blowing bubbles larger than her face. She wears sticker earrings and plastic necklaces. She hates brushing her teeth, combing her hair, and washing behind her ears. Nothing matters except living and having fun.
Drawn on her hand in bright, orange highlighter is what she calls a “cootie shot.” She even offers me a “cootie shot,” to protect me from boys. Boys, you must understand, have these nasty things called “cooties,” and a girl has to stay away from those! The word boy, and the words gross or “cootie”-infested seem to be synonymous in her language.
Her world, so simple with dandelions, fireflies, and ladybugs, is so hard for those “grown-ups” to understand.
I wish I could be like the little girl I was. I wish I could run barefoot in the park with sunflowers in my hair without worrying about all the things I think are so important in my life. I wish I could feel alive like her.
Lazy snails slide along her arm as she watches and shrieks delightedly at the trail of ooze that the snail leaves in its path. I can’t comprehend her reasoning behind the idea that boys have “cooties” but it’s O.K. to let snails inch all over her extremities.
I watch her running, playing a game in her front yard with the other neighborhood kids, as I sit on the porch in the fading daylight, watching them go about their animated business. I wonder what they will be like when they get older. I wonder what jobs they will pick, who they will marry, where they will go to school, and that sort of thing. Mostly though, I wonder if they are having more fun in this afternoon alone than most of those “grown-ups” have in a year or two. For this reason, I let her stay awake far past her bedtime, and I don’t bring up the idea of her taking a bath (even though she resembles a disaster area).
As she falls asleep, she whispers to me that she hopes she is like me when she grows up. I smile to myself and think that maybe new blooms and old flowers are equally beautiful, just in different ways. |
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| Swing Dancing |
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| 10:40pm 17/02/2005 |
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mood:  bouncy
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Seth and I went dancing tonight with Ashley and Jeff, and Laura and Andrew. It was the greatest thing ever cuz I can't remember the last time I've had that much fun. I met Seth's mom today and she was so surprised that I got him to go dancing, and although he didn't like it at first, he loved it by the end and wants to go next month when I don't work every gosh-darned time there's dancing. Moral of the story: everybody should learn to dance, it's the greatest.
Here's a good quote I found today: " What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. They are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable."
And, for everyone who knows her, Kelley could use a few smiles. She's so sad because her dog, Bruiser, is not going to live much longer and had to have a second surgury today.
Goodnight everybody, I have to do a pile of neglected homework now. |
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| Today . . . |
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| 03:06pm 16/02/2005 |
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mood:  pessimistic
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The 4-1-1 on today. . .
Still no update on who my Valentine was. Oh well.
Thanks Mclean for the gummy Spiderman snack cuz that made my morning. My AP Stat test was really really bad (sorry if I was crabby about that this morning), and Nathan's creative fountain in ceramics is kicking my bird house's butt. Plus I think Lindy and I scared Mr. Holliman with our lotion extravaganza, although he is already afraid of me because he sees me in places I haven't been and thinks I must have a twin wandering around. Today was long for me, and it isn't over yet- maybe if I hibernate in the bean bags in the basement I'll survive the evening. At least I don't have to work for the rest of the week. Thank goodness. Plus, I get to go dancing tomorrow night with Seth. Yay! Oh, and I'm getting my hair cut for the first time since senior pictures next week; Kelley helped me pick out a style, but we used a picture from her brother's smutty magazines, so I'm gonna feel a bit weird showing it to the hair lady since Kelley wouldn't let me rip it out and I have to carry the dang thing around.
Sometimes I think about what movie genre my life is fitting into, but today when I thought about it, I realized that my life lately (as well as some other drama kids) is a daytime television soap opera. Entertaining, confusing, and completely ridiculous.
My quote for today is from a real personality survey that my friend had to take: "Do voices inside your head tell you to do bad things?" |
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| The day after singles awareness |
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| 03:13pm 15/02/2005 |
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mood:  loved
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It appears that I did have a Valentine for Valentine's Day. Although I don't know who left me the baloon and homemade valentine with "love me?" pasted in magazine letters on it, I thank them because it has been quite a fun little mystery for everyone.
Anyhoo, I unfortunatly have to go to work tonight which I am dreading. Grrr.
But I will leave ye'all with another one of my poetic attempts.
Spinning
I remember
Spinning.
Fast as I could go,
Arms pulling away from my body,
Thrown out by invisibe force.
My hair tangled,
Twisted by whirling air.
I remember
Believing
Love was like the dizzyness
And cloudy, blurred world
I glimpsed when
I couldn't spin anymore.
Spinning and love
Are very similar.
If you lose control,
You'll fall. |
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| She Sank |
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| 08:26pm 14/02/2005 |
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mood:  creative
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She sat upon the seashore long
She pondered as she hummed a song:
Perhaps I’ll just dip in a toe,
And she did just so.
And after awhile of sit and sat
She glanced at her reflection.
A smile spread across its face
As it jumped into the ocean.
Pity that she could not swim.
For there would not, her reflection
Sit again. |
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| Umbrellas |
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| 12:17pm 12/02/2005 |
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mood:  weird
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I thought the proper etiquette of umbrellas was pretty entertaining especially after an experience with Steph and Allie in Shakespeare:
"Anyone who has been speared by the point or the spokes of an umbrella knows that care must be taken with these potentially dangerous accessories. They should always be carried close to the body, point down, when closed and held so as not to block one's vision when open, either high or low to avoid the eyes of other pedestrians. An umbrella shared by a couple walking together should be held by the taller of the two, both for safety and for comfort." -Peggy Post |
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| Yay I got a live journal |
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| 03:19pm 09/02/2005 |
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mood: ecstatic
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Yay I got a live journal so that I can be all cool like half the people I know.
That's about it since I don't really know what I am doing with this yet. |
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