i hate me. there were cute boys at turlte's flipping through the used section next to me. they were talking about pixies while i was looking for pixies. the one with the spongebob shirt asked the one with all the pixies albums which album "where is my mind?" is on and i wanted to answer, but i didn't. then later mom came to tell me to hurry and decide on what cds to buy because she wanted to leave. she saw the pixies on the top of my stack and told me "get that one, you love the pixies" and the pixie boy looked at me. god damn it all. i wish i could talk to people at all. i loved that they were spending their saturday night hanging out at turtle's and spending all their money on used cds. i hate myself.
on the way home, i saw one of my seasoning friends on the pay phone by the smart mart. i think it was him, anyway.
listening to: pixies - i've been tired
Saturday, September 27, 2003
god damn life! well i'll get there. i mostly had a really good day.
school was school. not too bad, really. chemistry is getting really complicated and i'm so lost in there suddenly. we got assigned a research paper in english today but it isn't as intimidating as it would be because there are little dates she set up for us along the way, so it's not just like she's throwing us this huge assignment and saying "bring it in december." if that was what she did... i would've killed myself. and the topics are actually interesting surprise, surprise. i'm thinking about maybe doing beat poets or the one with e.e. cummings in it. or.. well a lot of things. anyway. i need to shut up about school because i hate it. and god knows you people don't want to hear about it. oh only one more thing. i hate that i'm enjoying algebra so far. it's completely against my morals. i remember in 9th grade when i started to UNDERSTAND math finally. i got good grades and then realized that i was enjoying the actual work, even though i tried to repress it. oh well. i guess i can't change that. but what's even more depressing to me, is that i know by the end of this year, i'll HATE math again, because of how shitty this year has been guaranteed to be by everyone i know who took the class last year.
i'm really hungry. brock i don't remember how much dinner was but remind me to pay you back. and i need to pay elizabeth for gas.
after school, i dawdled around with laylee and kevin, and then with robin and russell. then i remembered that elizabeth was my ride home and ran off to find her. she wasn't out front, and i ran to the elementary parking lot. however, she doesn't park there. so i ran into kevin and laylee again, who were also with becca, william, and a couple other kids. william actually offered me a ride home, too! can you imagine the content of that trek? wow it boggles me. eoiwaohgiopiewh. he really liked my voice though. yes, i'm STILL hoarse, how sick is that?! i've decided to never get rid of the voice, so i yelled a lot today. i'm not there yet. apogwihpowaihg i hate skipping ahead. damn me. okay.
well i found elizabeth and jenny eventually. elizabeth didn't know she was supposed to be my ride, although i thought that katherine had sort of asked her for me last night when we made our post-school plans? ah well. the three of us went to jenny's and hung out for a while. it was nice. we talked, and they worked on jenny's birthday present for rocio. i called brock and we talked for a while, because it's humanly impossible for me and brock to have a short phone conversation. this is a proven fact. eventually we realized it was like 4:45, which is when katherine had planned to meet us at shelby farms to fly kites! jenny was about to leave for rocio's party, so unfortunately she could not attend. elizabeth and i picked up brock around 5. we were pretty late getting to shelby farms, but luckily katherine had not been there long either. lauren henry and jackie douglas were supposed to meet us, too, but they never showed. i had a GREAT time. i mostly filmed everyone else doing things, and i hope we get at least one good shot out of the whole thing. i did a lot of art close-ups and whatnot. it was too fun. eventually they made me fly the kite a couple times, but i don't know that i was any good at it. i guess i'll find out once i see the film. the four of us tried to do some square dancing, but it was mostly unsuccessful because my counts were faster than brock's. and we also spun. i LOVE spinning. unfortunately, brock and i never last very long because of his faucets. it's cool, i love them. also, katherine filmed brock swinging me around by the arms twice, but she didn't get our really good time. i actually prefer hug-swinging, which we did once but was also not filmed. just would be so much fun to edit it as a group some time... and make a little short about our Day. how happy.
we got really hungry, and left to go to wendy's and subway. brock had to pay for me again because i've lost my purse somewhere in this hell house. he is way too nice. i told him no, he didn't have to pay for me, but he was going to order a kid's meal for me anyway if i didn't tell him what i wanted. he's too nice to me. anyway. we ate on a median and nearly got ran down by a smiling east-memphis mother. c'est la vie. BABELFISH THAT, MOTHERFUCKERS!
we tried to go through the carwash. i have incredibly bad luck with those things. last time i tried to go through one was with mom literally years ago. we somehow got stuck before we'd even gotten into that piece of shit and scraped up our old van. it was funny as sin, but mom now hates carwashes. so the stupid thing malfunctioned and we died and then it just refused to light up at all. it was really depressing because i'd been so excited. brock and i even got into the very back seat, to watch everything better. oh well. katherine had to be home by 7, so we just left at that point. elizabeth said i moved into the front seat very gracefully. woohoo me is full of grace, yo. i decided that i should start yelling a lot so that my voice never gets unhoarse, which i mentioned earlier. so when we realized that we had caught up to katherine on walnut grove, i had to lean out the window and yell all kinds of sporadic shit at her for like 5 blocks. it was exciting. "whatever happened to pong? i love screaming! the van behind you is watching barney." and my oh my did that mom give me an EVIL EYE. she and her purple van wanted me dead. it was awesome.
so elizabeth just took me and brock -- surprise, surprise -- back to my house. this is our new routine, i guess. we talked about going to see a movie, or a show, or a person, but we ended up just ... sitting around, for the most part. we hung out on my bed, doodled, watched a little tele, destroyed some school assignments, danced around, hosted an orgy, the usual. i feel bad for being so boring. oh well. it's brock's fault for putting himself in my company.
after his mom picked him up and i read his blog post, i went into a terrible state. and now i'm blogging and i am fine again, and i can't remember exactly why i was not happy. thank god it takes me forever to blog hahahaha. fuck me.
listening to: frank black - freedom rock
school was school. not too bad, really. chemistry is getting really complicated and i'm so lost in there suddenly. we got assigned a research paper in english today but it isn't as intimidating as it would be because there are little dates she set up for us along the way, so it's not just like she's throwing us this huge assignment and saying "bring it in december." if that was what she did... i would've killed myself. and the topics are actually interesting surprise, surprise. i'm thinking about maybe doing beat poets or the one with e.e. cummings in it. or.. well a lot of things. anyway. i need to shut up about school because i hate it. and god knows you people don't want to hear about it. oh only one more thing. i hate that i'm enjoying algebra so far. it's completely against my morals. i remember in 9th grade when i started to UNDERSTAND math finally. i got good grades and then realized that i was enjoying the actual work, even though i tried to repress it. oh well. i guess i can't change that. but what's even more depressing to me, is that i know by the end of this year, i'll HATE math again, because of how shitty this year has been guaranteed to be by everyone i know who took the class last year.
i'm really hungry. brock i don't remember how much dinner was but remind me to pay you back. and i need to pay elizabeth for gas.
after school, i dawdled around with laylee and kevin, and then with robin and russell. then i remembered that elizabeth was my ride home and ran off to find her. she wasn't out front, and i ran to the elementary parking lot. however, she doesn't park there. so i ran into kevin and laylee again, who were also with becca, william, and a couple other kids. william actually offered me a ride home, too! can you imagine the content of that trek? wow it boggles me. eoiwaohgiopiewh. he really liked my voice though. yes, i'm STILL hoarse, how sick is that?! i've decided to never get rid of the voice, so i yelled a lot today. i'm not there yet. apogwihpowaihg i hate skipping ahead. damn me. okay.
well i found elizabeth and jenny eventually. elizabeth didn't know she was supposed to be my ride, although i thought that katherine had sort of asked her for me last night when we made our post-school plans? ah well. the three of us went to jenny's and hung out for a while. it was nice. we talked, and they worked on jenny's birthday present for rocio. i called brock and we talked for a while, because it's humanly impossible for me and brock to have a short phone conversation. this is a proven fact. eventually we realized it was like 4:45, which is when katherine had planned to meet us at shelby farms to fly kites! jenny was about to leave for rocio's party, so unfortunately she could not attend. elizabeth and i picked up brock around 5. we were pretty late getting to shelby farms, but luckily katherine had not been there long either. lauren henry and jackie douglas were supposed to meet us, too, but they never showed. i had a GREAT time. i mostly filmed everyone else doing things, and i hope we get at least one good shot out of the whole thing. i did a lot of art close-ups and whatnot. it was too fun. eventually they made me fly the kite a couple times, but i don't know that i was any good at it. i guess i'll find out once i see the film. the four of us tried to do some square dancing, but it was mostly unsuccessful because my counts were faster than brock's. and we also spun. i LOVE spinning. unfortunately, brock and i never last very long because of his faucets. it's cool, i love them. also, katherine filmed brock swinging me around by the arms twice, but she didn't get our really good time. i actually prefer hug-swinging, which we did once but was also not filmed. just would be so much fun to edit it as a group some time... and make a little short about our Day. how happy.
we got really hungry, and left to go to wendy's and subway. brock had to pay for me again because i've lost my purse somewhere in this hell house. he is way too nice. i told him no, he didn't have to pay for me, but he was going to order a kid's meal for me anyway if i didn't tell him what i wanted. he's too nice to me. anyway. we ate on a median and nearly got ran down by a smiling east-memphis mother. c'est la vie. BABELFISH THAT, MOTHERFUCKERS!
we tried to go through the carwash. i have incredibly bad luck with those things. last time i tried to go through one was with mom literally years ago. we somehow got stuck before we'd even gotten into that piece of shit and scraped up our old van. it was funny as sin, but mom now hates carwashes. so the stupid thing malfunctioned and we died and then it just refused to light up at all. it was really depressing because i'd been so excited. brock and i even got into the very back seat, to watch everything better. oh well. katherine had to be home by 7, so we just left at that point. elizabeth said i moved into the front seat very gracefully. woohoo me is full of grace, yo. i decided that i should start yelling a lot so that my voice never gets unhoarse, which i mentioned earlier. so when we realized that we had caught up to katherine on walnut grove, i had to lean out the window and yell all kinds of sporadic shit at her for like 5 blocks. it was exciting. "whatever happened to pong? i love screaming! the van behind you is watching barney." and my oh my did that mom give me an EVIL EYE. she and her purple van wanted me dead. it was awesome.
so elizabeth just took me and brock -- surprise, surprise -- back to my house. this is our new routine, i guess. we talked about going to see a movie, or a show, or a person, but we ended up just ... sitting around, for the most part. we hung out on my bed, doodled, watched a little tele, destroyed some school assignments, danced around, hosted an orgy, the usual. i feel bad for being so boring. oh well. it's brock's fault for putting himself in my company.
after his mom picked him up and i read his blog post, i went into a terrible state. and now i'm blogging and i am fine again, and i can't remember exactly why i was not happy. thank god it takes me forever to blog hahahaha. fuck me.
listening to: frank black - freedom rock
Friday, September 26, 2003
i've been listening to kristin hersh for the past couple days and guess what? i'm falling in love again. her and the pixies. they just do that thing to me. yeah her and the pixie and like 239057 other bands, but come on. who is on my mind? and where is it?
"We could be falling in love, like nobody else
Tonight your dream is safe with me
Tomorrow we wake up in L.A."
listening to: kristin hersh - clay feet
"We could be falling in love, like nobody else
Tonight your dream is safe with me
Tomorrow we wake up in L.A."
listening to: kristin hersh - clay feet
Thursday, September 25, 2003
big morgan asked me to do his show, red pain(t) at our own voice in february. i'm not sure about the time committment, so i haven't said anything to him yet. also i'm not sure that i would be comfortable with how he wants to set up the play... which is that he gives the actors the situation and they(we?) just improv the lines, every single time. i could deal with that if we just workshopped the play like that, but to have to perform it like that every single time? terrifying. i don't know. if you've got any advice, let me know.... oh and if it influences any decisions, i MIGHT be playing alongside william gratz and ted link? or saki's pirate ass? but paul foster, who was going to play one of the lead roles, is definitely out of the picture, according to laylee and becca. morgan also wanted elise to be in the play but i'm pretty positive she can't do it, what with her MUS play and everything. i don't really know how that is going for her, seeing as we haven't really talked in a few weeks... wow how weird to think about that. last time i saw her outside school was... well last week at open-mic, but we didn't talk. and then before that at cooper-young, but again we didn't talk.... and before that i think it was the film festival weekend and jesus that was forever ago. maybe i'm wrong? oh well. how weird to think about, though. and especially strange that i haven't really fully noticed/minded.
listening to: bangs - tiger beat
listening to: bangs - tiger beat
well, there is just no more reason to live. as i walked into the den, as the familia was watching fucking FRIENDS, my least favorite show EVER, and i said i wanted to put on a movie, dad said he was going to take the videos back to black lodge finally. of course. and then they wouldn't let me put it on anyway because i haven't finished my incredibly miniscule amount of homework. which i guess i'll actually have to do now. wonderful.
i really have to pee and i'm really hungry so this will probably be a lot shorter than it needs to be.
today actually wasn't that bad. go figure. that always happen when i'm unnecessarily dreading something, and i know i couldn't possibly have spelled that right but i refuse to go back and look at it. i'm trying to think of some Highlights for today, but i really can't think of any. OH wexler's english class got to join our lunch today, becuase of stupid AP Essay thing... so laylee and i ate this bagel that william gave her, and brock gave us each a slice of cheese. it was good. i love laylee. i love her sweater. i love her manpants.
after school, we were loving and this guy chris harassed us to death. it was actually really funny. i should go into details but... i'm starving. so i'll do them later, if someone reminds me. or if i get bored enough. probably no one cares. the only person who cares is Future Me, looking back at old posts and laughing hysterically because no one else did. oh well.
we went to this seminar thing at u of m about witchcraft in europe and then in salem. it was pretty interesting, but it was also for extra credit. my favorite part was one of the professor's funny pants/existence, and sitting on the floor leaning on laylee and melting into her beautiful ness. she's very very comfortable and i love her. i hope i didn't germinate her... but then again maybe she'll also develop a "great great smoker-cartoon voice" in the words of brock. anyway. everyone, have a lovely day.
i'm depressed because no one wants to come to open-mic with me. oh well. i decided to stay home, do homework, and maybe watch american beauty. wish me luck. let's make tomorrow great.
listening to: stereo total - miau miau
today actually wasn't that bad. go figure. that always happen when i'm unnecessarily dreading something, and i know i couldn't possibly have spelled that right but i refuse to go back and look at it. i'm trying to think of some Highlights for today, but i really can't think of any. OH wexler's english class got to join our lunch today, becuase of stupid AP Essay thing... so laylee and i ate this bagel that william gave her, and brock gave us each a slice of cheese. it was good. i love laylee. i love her sweater. i love her manpants.
after school, we were loving and this guy chris harassed us to death. it was actually really funny. i should go into details but... i'm starving. so i'll do them later, if someone reminds me. or if i get bored enough. probably no one cares. the only person who cares is Future Me, looking back at old posts and laughing hysterically because no one else did. oh well.
we went to this seminar thing at u of m about witchcraft in europe and then in salem. it was pretty interesting, but it was also for extra credit. my favorite part was one of the professor's funny pants/existence, and sitting on the floor leaning on laylee and melting into her beautiful ness. she's very very comfortable and i love her. i hope i didn't germinate her... but then again maybe she'll also develop a "great great smoker-cartoon voice" in the words of brock. anyway. everyone, have a lovely day.
i'm depressed because no one wants to come to open-mic with me. oh well. i decided to stay home, do homework, and maybe watch american beauty. wish me luck. let's make tomorrow great.
listening to: stereo total - miau miau
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
these are bonfire madigan tour dates.... i am trying to figure out what show it would be easiest for me to get to would be. bare with me, people. i'm getting all these times off mapquest based on the distance from my house to just the general city, not the specific venue.
Mon 10/06/03 Los Angeles, CA -- yeah, i'm not calculating cali dates.
Tue 10/21 San Francisco, CA -- because that would just be pathetic
Mon 10/27 Denver CO -- same here
Tue 10/28 Lawrence, KS -- 9 hr 16 min
Wed 10/29 Columbia, MO - 6 hr 37 min
Thu 10/30 Chicago, IL -- 8 hr 45 min
Fri 10/31 Yellow Springs, OH -- 8 hr 58 min
Sat 11/1 Newport, KY -- 7 hr 45 min
Sun 11/2 Cleveland, OH -- 11 hr 44 min
Mon 11/3 Buffalo NY -- hahaha.
Tue 11/4 Northampton, MA -- ditto
Wed 11/5 New York, NY w/ Rasputina
Thu 11/6 New York, NY w/ Rasputina -- dear god i wish.
Fri 11/7 Baltimore -- 14 hr 42 min or DC -- 14 hr 7 min
Sat 11/8 Arlington -- 14 hr 2 min or Charlottesville -- 12 hr 11 min
Sun 11/9 Winston-Salem -- 10 hr 24 min
Mon 11/10 Wilmington -- 14 hr 26 min or Asheville -- 8 hr 6 min
Tue 11/11 Atlanta -- 7 hr 12 min or Athens -- 8 hr 37 min
Wed 11/12 Savannah -- 11 hr 10 min
Thu 11/13 Tampa -- 14 hr 32 min or Gainesville -- 12 hr 36 min
Fri 11/14 New Orleans -- 6 hr 30 min or Baton Rouge -- 6 hr 18 min
Sat 11/15 Houston -- 10 hr 36 min
Sun 11/16 Austin, TX -- 10 hr 38 min
Mon 11/17 El Paso TX -- 17 hr 60 min
Tue 11/18 Phoenix, TX -- 11 hr 60 min
Wed 11/19 San Diego, CA -- hahaha.
i would've deleted the sickeningly far away dates but... i thought someone might care. silly me. so basically, lousiana is looking like the best bet. kentucky would work too because that's a saturday. brock, where are you when i need you? go get your license, ass.
Mon 10/06/03 Los Angeles, CA -- yeah, i'm not calculating cali dates.
Tue 10/21 San Francisco, CA -- because that would just be pathetic
Mon 10/27 Denver CO -- same here
Tue 10/28 Lawrence, KS -- 9 hr 16 min
Wed 10/29 Columbia, MO - 6 hr 37 min
Thu 10/30 Chicago, IL -- 8 hr 45 min
Fri 10/31 Yellow Springs, OH -- 8 hr 58 min
Sat 11/1 Newport, KY -- 7 hr 45 min
Sun 11/2 Cleveland, OH -- 11 hr 44 min
Mon 11/3 Buffalo NY -- hahaha.
Tue 11/4 Northampton, MA -- ditto
Wed 11/5 New York, NY w/ Rasputina
Thu 11/6 New York, NY w/ Rasputina -- dear god i wish.
Fri 11/7 Baltimore -- 14 hr 42 min or DC -- 14 hr 7 min
Sat 11/8 Arlington -- 14 hr 2 min or Charlottesville -- 12 hr 11 min
Sun 11/9 Winston-Salem -- 10 hr 24 min
Mon 11/10 Wilmington -- 14 hr 26 min or Asheville -- 8 hr 6 min
Tue 11/11 Atlanta -- 7 hr 12 min or Athens -- 8 hr 37 min
Wed 11/12 Savannah -- 11 hr 10 min
Thu 11/13 Tampa -- 14 hr 32 min or Gainesville -- 12 hr 36 min
Fri 11/14 New Orleans -- 6 hr 30 min or Baton Rouge -- 6 hr 18 min
Sat 11/15 Houston -- 10 hr 36 min
Sun 11/16 Austin, TX -- 10 hr 38 min
Mon 11/17 El Paso TX -- 17 hr 60 min
Tue 11/18 Phoenix, TX -- 11 hr 60 min
Wed 11/19 San Diego, CA -- hahaha.
i would've deleted the sickeningly far away dates but... i thought someone might care. silly me. so basically, lousiana is looking like the best bet. kentucky would work too because that's a saturday. brock, where are you when i need you? go get your license, ass.
HAHEHAAIAIOH
this was just sent to me by my sister's friend eileen, who is also home sick today. how odd. i think she's also in good time speech, the new our own voice show, with foot and morgan and dad and sarah and everyone. i wish i could've been in the play, but it's turning out to be an even bigger time committment than i originally thought, so i'm kind of glad i'm not in it. especially with being sick.
listening to: sleater-kinney - not what you want
this was just sent to me by my sister's friend eileen, who is also home sick today. how odd. i think she's also in good time speech, the new our own voice show, with foot and morgan and dad and sarah and everyone. i wish i could've been in the play, but it's turning out to be an even bigger time committment than i originally thought, so i'm kind of glad i'm not in it. especially with being sick.
listening to: sleater-kinney - not what you want
if you guys couldn't tell, i'm having TONS of fun with the little image to the right. it should be different every time you refresh the page. YAYY. i also really like the grainy quality that they all have, but i didn't do that on purpose. there's 2 images still in there from the original layout, but i don't know that i'll keep them... they're starting to feel really out of place. keep on the lookout for more to come. i'll probably make a million more today. but right now i can't log in to ghotli server for some reason, so... you might not see any new images yet. but YAY for now.
listening to: manitoba - i've lived on a dirt road all my life
listening to: manitoba - i've lived on a dirt road all my life
yes, faithful readers haha, i finally took a sickday. i guess i deserved it, though.
i woke up this morning, and someone had turned the light in my room on. i was facing the window, and though i figured out later that this couldn't have been true, the sky looked really yellow (it was just the light of my room though, somehow) and my whole room and my sheets and my bed and my skin were dripping with yellow. i figured that i could sleep a while longer though, so i closed my eyes. a while later, somebody turned the light off. i opened my eyes. the sky was blue, making my room and my sheets and my bed and my skin blue. it was really eerie, and i was really confused, still half-asleep. a while later, i think i woke up pretty well. the sky, of course, was white and everything in my room was the right color. it was kind of disappointing, so i just layed there in the bed until i fell asleep again. i woke up again at 11:45 and figured i should get up. maybe do some of the homework i fell asleep doing at 10 last night, which is probably the reason mom decided to let me stay home, anyway. called dad to ask him what kinda pills are best to take. since we are out of everything else, he recommended the night-time tylenol cold because i'm at home anyway, and sleeping won't hurt. until i'm up at 2am tonight with my eyes peeling out of my head. ah well. i don't think my body liked dad's perscription. i had a coughing fit as i was taking the first pill. thank god for the sink. pills start to melt after a while though. not very cool.
so now i am sitting here eating a rich chocolate brownie slimfast meal-on-the-go bar. in my snazzy new computer chair. dad said call if it falls apart.
i put brandon's cds in a little package last night to send to him. well i tried, anyway. dad bought a pack of envelopes that are barely big enough for me to stick a slim cd case in. and this time, i am sending brandon 4 cds, so i had 2 slim cases to put in there. after a long struggle, i had sucsessfully closed the package, only to discover a gash i'd created on the front of the package. god damn it. (i love saying 'god damn it' with my hoarse voice.) so i guess i'll just patch it up and everything. but we don't have any stamps... sorry, brandon. god damn me.
i'm trying to sit here and say everything i can possibly think of because i promised myself that when i stop this shit i have to go do at least some of my homework. *cough* history. god damn it. let's see. i've started to make a new, updated list of my cds. woohoo. that's pretty exciting... haha.
OH YEAH i had the craziest dream. god damn me for not remembering these things better.... i just know it had to do with like.. some band. like some mountains folk band kinda thing, featuring kristin hersh and her family. i don't know if her name was kristin hersh but i knew her by the voice. and i was doing like.. a biography kinda article about them? and i might've travelled in time. but they were really interesting. and i think i was the daughter of george bush, or something, because in my article thing i wrote something about despite the ideas of my father mr. bush, i've made my own opinion about the Such And Such Family's band. i LOVED them, of course. so i finished my article (which i wrote onto a CD?) and then some people appeared. i might've kissed brock... i only remember that he was there and that there was a Vibe. but i know i made him give me a piggyback ride, across a river.
listening to: the magnetic fields - 100,000 fireflies
i woke up this morning, and someone had turned the light in my room on. i was facing the window, and though i figured out later that this couldn't have been true, the sky looked really yellow (it was just the light of my room though, somehow) and my whole room and my sheets and my bed and my skin were dripping with yellow. i figured that i could sleep a while longer though, so i closed my eyes. a while later, somebody turned the light off. i opened my eyes. the sky was blue, making my room and my sheets and my bed and my skin blue. it was really eerie, and i was really confused, still half-asleep. a while later, i think i woke up pretty well. the sky, of course, was white and everything in my room was the right color. it was kind of disappointing, so i just layed there in the bed until i fell asleep again. i woke up again at 11:45 and figured i should get up. maybe do some of the homework i fell asleep doing at 10 last night, which is probably the reason mom decided to let me stay home, anyway. called dad to ask him what kinda pills are best to take. since we are out of everything else, he recommended the night-time tylenol cold because i'm at home anyway, and sleeping won't hurt. until i'm up at 2am tonight with my eyes peeling out of my head. ah well. i don't think my body liked dad's perscription. i had a coughing fit as i was taking the first pill. thank god for the sink. pills start to melt after a while though. not very cool.
so now i am sitting here eating a rich chocolate brownie slimfast meal-on-the-go bar. in my snazzy new computer chair. dad said call if it falls apart.
i put brandon's cds in a little package last night to send to him. well i tried, anyway. dad bought a pack of envelopes that are barely big enough for me to stick a slim cd case in. and this time, i am sending brandon 4 cds, so i had 2 slim cases to put in there. after a long struggle, i had sucsessfully closed the package, only to discover a gash i'd created on the front of the package. god damn it. (i love saying 'god damn it' with my hoarse voice.) so i guess i'll just patch it up and everything. but we don't have any stamps... sorry, brandon. god damn me.
i'm trying to sit here and say everything i can possibly think of because i promised myself that when i stop this shit i have to go do at least some of my homework. *cough* history. god damn it. let's see. i've started to make a new, updated list of my cds. woohoo. that's pretty exciting... haha.
OH YEAH i had the craziest dream. god damn me for not remembering these things better.... i just know it had to do with like.. some band. like some mountains folk band kinda thing, featuring kristin hersh and her family. i don't know if her name was kristin hersh but i knew her by the voice. and i was doing like.. a biography kinda article about them? and i might've travelled in time. but they were really interesting. and i think i was the daughter of george bush, or something, because in my article thing i wrote something about despite the ideas of my father mr. bush, i've made my own opinion about the Such And Such Family's band. i LOVED them, of course. so i finished my article (which i wrote onto a CD?) and then some people appeared. i might've kissed brock... i only remember that he was there and that there was a Vibe. but i know i made him give me a piggyback ride, across a river.
listening to: the magnetic fields - 100,000 fireflies
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
Monday, September 22, 2003
i'm sitting in a cardboard box and my family is taking turns laughing at me. oh well. i should be doing my homework. i'm a genius. plus i'm waiting for jerel to post on DOY, because he said he was going to. so i'm excited. and i can't stop talking to brandon, but what else is new?
today was pretty crappy. everybody got really low grades on the english project. i got my six weeks average for AP U.S. and i'm intensely proud of my 82. how sick is that? i'm pathetic and i make the shittiest grades. what can i say? well... i've still got my cold. mom and i went to therapy thing. we actually talked about school most of the time, which i didn't enjoy. about my stupid non talkness. i don't know. it sucked. that was today. there was another roach in the kitchen. so i had ice cream. mom sprayed lots of bug spray and screamed "SOMETHING'S GOTTA DIE!"
listening to: cat power - rockets
today was pretty crappy. everybody got really low grades on the english project. i got my six weeks average for AP U.S. and i'm intensely proud of my 82. how sick is that? i'm pathetic and i make the shittiest grades. what can i say? well... i've still got my cold. mom and i went to therapy thing. we actually talked about school most of the time, which i didn't enjoy. about my stupid non talkness. i don't know. it sucked. that was today. there was another roach in the kitchen. so i had ice cream. mom sprayed lots of bug spray and screamed "SOMETHING'S GOTTA DIE!"
listening to: cat power - rockets
Sunday, September 21, 2003
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