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Tuesday, March 26th, 2002
12:59a - 8th Grade Socks
So-- off to Stefan's I go. We're probably going to watch Home Movies now that my Adult Swim tape is safely in my room again. (Ok, so my room isn't safe... but as long as it's in my VCR, nothing can happen to it.)

We got back from Monterey last night at like nine-thirty in the morning. He's making me a wooden sign that says, "Beware of the Deaf Children", because Aaron said that somewhere in Monterey there is a street where deaf kids live, and there's a lowered speed limit and signs that say "Beware! Deaf Children".

Some of those signs make me laugh. It seems as though the deaf children will come and jump on your car and try to eat your flesh if you're not careful. I know that's not what they mean, but it makes me laugh anyway.

Like those signs that say "Slow Children". They mean, "Go slow, there are children around here." But I take them to mean, "Look out, there's kids running around here with diminished mental capacity!"

Which reminds me of the Lassie episode of Space Ghost where he was talking to Lassie as if she would answer him. (Is Lassie a boy or girl?)

He says, "What is it girl? Trouble at the farm? Farms have chickens! Corn." And then he flies off and Michael Stipe appears.

I have eight hours of that goodness! And counting. My other tape isn't half as full. And they need to put Adult Swim back on Thursdays again! My tape for Home Movies ran out in the middle of the episode where Walter and Perry were talking about how they thought each other were beautiful when they slept. I love them! Even though they are probably homosexual, I want my kids to act like that... only with their friends though, I'm not trying to breed incest.

And if my kid was gay, I wouldn't be like all of the other asshole parents who blow their tops or get grossed out. Fuck that.

Another picture of the goddess:



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current mood: bouncy

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4:31p - Compulsive Obsessive Dilemma In Love
Hello Kids.

Well, I'm done with skool tomorrow, I can turn in my transcripts to the counseling office and then go dick around in LA until June when I have to walk in the graduation ceremony. No more credits for me, thanks. And Mr. Blunt says I can still visit my creative writing class whenever I want. Hooray. Mr. Greene gave me his email address but I still haven't written him. I still think I was deeply hurt by the fact that I loved him so much that I took his class for three years, and then when I became a senior he ditched out on me :(

So anyways, I'm about to head over to Lottie Ballou's with the goon and pick out his purple Willy Wonka suit because I guess it's official we're going to prom.

Sorry to Tyler, Cameron, Dustin, Chris and whoever else I said should come with me... I just wanted lots of dates. I don't think any of them really care or really thought I was serious anyway.

Oh! And the most exciting thing happened last night. I went to Chevron at like 5.30 in the morning and Mark was still working, and I said, "Do you have three pennies?" Because the total for the nachos and the drink is $2.03, and he handed me a cup and said, "Here, take this cup and fill it up, and let's pretend you already paid for the nachos."

Score! C-Y-T friend! That made me really happy, because it's the second time it's happened! Although I promised myself after the first time that it wouldn't happen again because I would feel guilty about getting free stuff.

I guess I would feel guilty asking for/expecting free stuff, but if he just randomly decides to give it to me, it's ok. Also, I'll never go in there without any money and be like, "Hmm, well I have no money. *bats eyelashes* Will you just keep a secret and let me take it?"

I will always have money with me, but I won't say no to charity. For every free nacho-drink thing I get there, it equals one bridge toll, plus three cents.

I feel like Helena Bonham Carter from Fight Club, stealing food and pretending to be poor and homeless. I bet that's how I'm really gonna turn out when I'm her age, but if I end up looking anything like her I will be happy.

But in order to really be like her, I'd have to be on meds again, and that's something I'd rather NOT do.

I hate it when my parents tell me to do things. It makes me want to eat shards of glass instead. As Gunnar says, "Give me a rule, and I wanna break it."

I wish I wasn't such a Taurus. We possess swine-heads. And are obsessive. But we live for those we love, so if I love you, and you know it, know that I live for you.

I'm out boys and girls. Have a nice evening.

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current mood: loved

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11:39p - You Will Never See Me Cry
The other night when Stefan let me deface him, the fact that he let me do whatever I want drove me a little bit crazy. I wish I knew how to use that cut option so you could click on "read more" cos I'm sure that not everybody wants to know what I did. I want to tell someone. I want an opinion on it. You know how endorphins make you do crazy things? That's how it was... to say or not to say. I don't think so, it's too morbid for you kids.



But, TyPiNg LiKe ThIs iS a No-nO!! Ha! I found that on a site called hell-flower.com. Straight up though, I don't find that attractive when people type like that. Except Katie, because she's the queen bee (and no, not me Katie).

I wore my yellow wig into Chevron the other day and one of the ladies that works there told me it looked like something Lil' Kim would wear. That was dope. Because I look like Lil' Kim. You need to admit it!



So tonight I have to do all of my independent study work and turn it in tomorrow (go my last Wednesday!) and then I get to go to group, and then dinner and a "movie" with Mya. I just hope Hope isn't working cos she kicked our asses to the curb last Wednesday. But that's ok because it was the start of something beautiful between two people, and neither of them were me.

Some people are pathological liars and this angers me greatly. But there's nothing I can do about it, and I'm glad that one of them moved to Colorado. That's right, MIKE! No one ever believed a word out of your mouth. And you smoked too much weed. And you bragged about smoking weed. Lame.

Oh, and the goon didn't get the Willy Wonka suit. He got a grey suit with coat-tails and a black lapel, and he's wearing a top-hat. Not like Mr. Peanut, more like the Monopoly guy. We haven't found a monocle yet.

When I was reading the Scarlet Letter, it said something about, "Not enough time had passed even for a creeping babe to have found its footing" and I started laughing so hard at the idea of a creeping babe that I wrote it on my binder, and then my mom saw it and said, "What the hell? Creeping babe?"

I thought it was funny. I was picturing a baby with a devilish grin sneaking along in the shadows... like Chucky or something.

Lindsay says that they are un-cancelling Zim and there is supposed to be a new one on Friday. JOY! JOY AND RAPTURE!

I want someone to call me, but that won't accomplish anything because if they do, I'll be distracted from my independent study work. This is what I get for procrastinating.

The lady that sings for Ruby has a beautiful voice. I like terrible, terrible music. Some songs are just too sexy to keep the lid on.



Burning like a good bonfire in whatever you do.

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current mood: full of love

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