Saturday, September 20, 2003

neo-rancid makes me want to die.

today feels like the kind of day that i don't really want to blog about because someone else already did. ehhh. very quickly:
lauren dunn gave me a piggy-back ride after our marvelous half-day of school. i love half-days. i wish every day was a half-day. then i could love life. after that, me, brock, elizabeth, jenny, nina, melissa tuttle, lauren d, allison newman, lauren henry, becca quasney, rachel edelman, and charlie grose went to lunch at chile's. i felt loud and obnoxious but i don't mind because i always am. ahaha oh well. fuck me. there were a couple other white station parties there, as well, besdies us. after that, a bunch of people headed for the lovely midsouth fair. fuck that. rachel drove brock home so that he could work on an art assignment, and elizabeth was going to take me home (after we stopped at jenny's house) before those two headed to the fair. once we got to jenny's, she changed clothes twice and purses once, and receieved a million phone calls. because we had sat down at the table, started talking, and couldn't get up. i really like just talking, though, so i didn't mind a bit. they decided that the fair was too expensive anyway. i remembered around 4 that brock said he'd be ready to leave home around then, and that my cell phone is dead so he had no way of getting in touch with me. i called him only to find that he had gotten locked out of his house and all this crazy shit and eventually ended up at rachel's. HAAHAHAHA. but anyway, we went and picked him up, drove to paradiso the ghetto way, and saw matchstick men, which i really enjoyed. toward the end i thought i was going to hate it but i really didn't. plus i love brock movie-lovin. it feels like i've seen a lot of movies with him recently, but i might've made it up. i can't brain. after the movie, brock and i went back to my house, because elizabeth and jenny were going to the football game in fucking collierville. fuck that shit. brock tried to record his rendition of "amazing grace" but hated how it turned out.
mom rented some movies from black lodge and we started to watch this movie called "eat drink man woman" which i found really slow and not that interesting. plus it was chinese, and i was trying to eat cheese and crackers and i missed a lot of the subtitles. brock and i ended up talking through a lot of it, and eventually just went back to my room. i LOVE Windowsill Nights. we lay on the bed with our heads on the windowsill. it was really niceeee. we talked for a long time which, obviously, i loved. talking to brock always makes me really happy. we will never run out of things to say. something about the night (like last saturday, only in a different context) felt like a very sleepover night. maybe more of a sleep-over-because-i-don't-want-to-be-alone-and-i-don't-want-you-to-ever-go night, rather than last week's more of we're-so-cozy-let's-never-get-up-and-you-can-stay-here-forever night. nights nights. i love hot nights. but anyway think of how much fun that would be to have brock spend the night. aww how much fun that would be. maybe one day i can get my mom to talk to his mom, and she'll let him, and we can watch the sun come up. oh i'm melting already. don't worry, brock, it's inevitable that one day we WILL do that shit.
my voice was getting steadily sorer all night long, and at this exact moment i can barely speak above a whisper. but while brock was here, i sounded like a smoker/rockstar. i want to record myself saying/singing something but i can't think of what yet. brock got a kick out of the voice, though. i spoke in sexy french. oh dear god the suaveness of ourselves slays me.

listening to: the libertines - i get along

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