Yay, 2004!
So, I'm a dumb copy cat. Mandi posted a bunch of reasons why she liked this year, so I'm going to as well.
Reasons, in no particular order, why this year rocked:
1. Discovery of Salad Fingers
2. Those bizarre garters (City Honors Prom)
3. "Viral Transfer Complete."
4. "I'm from the future!"
5. Rocky Horror
6. Only year of my life in which I stayed interested/taken for the entire year.
7. Go Ask Alice---bestest school friends eva!
8. The invention of Imagine That!
9. The events of May 15.
10. Feeling oh-s0 badass when I'm really not.
11. A pink bra thrust into the air by a grinning K.Rap.
12. Mr Pray
13. The invention of the term "FATTIE!"
14. I obtained that hellish cat.
15. Devin Rooney has been added to my list of companions.
16. American Beauty
17. Fountain dancing
Aaand now I'm going to go to Jacob's house----> Jacob's cabin--->Keight's to shower--->Sarah's to party
Sunshine Dust
"Why, Marjorie Stewart-Baxter....You taste like sunshine dust!"
Oh, Salad Fingers, how you terrify and please me.
So, I'm feeling better today. I'm a baby and WHOOPS, what's that? My best friend's dead and I'm not over it yet? My.
I had a splendid day with Ms. KEP the other day. We were efficient and seedy and, at times, on her part, reflective! Que regalo maravillo!
My favorite parts of the KEP part of the day were:
-Buying 3 biscuits at KFC
-"It's RRRACING out!!!!"
-the spinner watches
-"Are you two living together or something?"
-the acquisition of Mark
-dying Mashed Po-tats to be turquoise, lilac, kelly green, and bile poo poo
-THESE are for the people we REALLY like
Later, Mistah Rooney invited us to join him at Spot.
Keight strapped on her Wellies, left her garbage bag on, and we were off with a bag containing construction paper, glue, and scissors (2 pair).
The congenial staff led me to a formidible grilled cheese with salsa and wished us well on our crafting adventures. We ran into Alvin and I was pleased that he knew me. It made me feel a. important and b. not the only crazy hoot who knows the names of people she's never talked to before.
Now, for a breif essay on Devin Rooney.
I love him. He comes into New World Record with a brand new leather manpurse and is so excited he looks like he's gonna pee his pants. You know why? Because he had stocked the writing untensil slots with exotic candy canes and come prepared with an issue of Gentlemen's Quarterly. AHA!
We meander into Spot and he's clutching his money in his hand and gets right in my face and says, "I'm getting the CHICKEN FOCACCIA!" So, he does and he spends dinner taking pictures of Keight and me with his brand new SLR.
We make our way to the movies. We "snuck" into Closer. Which was such a bloody waste. Aside from Jude Law's divinity, and the quote, "That's where we had our first fuck." (in a nostalgic, British tone), it was a total bust. Too many butts. However, I was delighted to look two seats to my left and see Devin leaning forward with his arms on the seat in front of him, eagerly staring up at the screen. Like a little kid at sesame street live. It was awesome.
After the movie was over, he just stands up on the seats and stretches like everyone in the world does that.
Awesome.
Yesterday, Mr Fox came over. We played in the snow, knocked the recliner over, worked on his college appilcations, and made glitter shoes. Somewhere in there were 3 other hours.
On a totally onrelated note:
Lindsey Lohan, you will never outgrow Parent Trap.
"I like being able to go up your shirt. Not for anything, just, you know. And taking craps while you're on the phone. If I couldn't do those two things...eh."
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I'm going to explode.
I just...khjfkjn. I don't know what to do.
I'm a selfish baby because I want all of the people I love to sit around and fester and just love me and be happy with that. I can't stand the fact that they have to leave me and that's just the fucking way it works.
I spend a lot of time reliving the horror and pain and overbearing sadness of Zac's sudden and unexplained death. Now that I know how much hurting I can endure, I never want to endure it again. I feel like I've had my share and I should be done for life. Great life lesson, omnipotent being, I'm so glad you taught me that. I've learned to appreciate those around me (not like I didn't before, thanksfornoticing) and I'm pretty sure I've earned some good clean happiness.
Honestly. Every time I have a good, normal day something just comes up and slashes my belly and everything's on the ground getting dirty again.
I was all excited to make a post that's actually normal. One about biscuits and Devin Rooney reminding me how lively and worthwhile people can be.
And now I feel like shit.
Awesome.
There's something to be said for independence. Too bad I'm totally not.
I get very sad and lethargic and depressed when I can't see my psuedo family.
I feel tremendously alone.
And I'm sick of my parents talking to that damn cat like it's a kid.
Material Girl
Uuum. My Christmas was uneventful. Not bad, just uneventful. So I'm just gonna list my gifts because I get such a kick out of reading what other people get, I figure I'd best return the favor.
I got...
-6 red napkins
-6 more red napkins (to be returned)
-Golden Girls Season One (!!!!)
-Mulan DVD, with music video of I'll Make a Man Out of You (yeeees!!!)
-Fiesta sugar bowl and creamer
-a dish storage maximizer shelf thing
-4 goblets
-a pink, glittery magic DATE BALL (I love my mommy!)
-Louis Armstrong 2 disc set (I'm already in love with it)
-4 settings of really spiffy silverware
-a black and white rose lapel pin(which I have no lapel upon which to wear)
-2 kazoos
-a ceramic washing machine that you put candles in and then some smelly wax on the top and it melts and smells good...(wonderful!)
-a garnet necklace
-5 framed pages of Berenstein Bears books (already hanging outside of the bathroom)
-2 Old Navy long-sleeved t-shirts
-a blue tank top from J.Crew
-deep pink courderoys from J. Crew (!!!!)
-a Snoopy ornament (according to tradition)
-a guide to collecting Fiestaware
-a disgusting amount of cash
My favorite gifts that my family got:
-Kitchenaid mixer (complete with DOUGH HOOK. Haha.)
-complete first season of Johnny Quest
-a flashlight that looks like a radar gun
My family spends way too much money on me. The amount of times a hundred bucks has been dropped for me since school started is mind boggling.
Merry Little Christmas
Last night, we held the second official BSP Christmas at, of course, the Broman household.
Between Keight taking an hour to wrap our presants, the inquiry "Why didn't you eat lunch?" and the smug smile that told me more than I wanted to know, Sarah's demonstration of a proud hamster, a good laugh at the expense of 14 dollars, a lot of tears, and a queef...a splendid time was had.
My favorite gifts of the evening were:
scarf Sarah made for me, portrait of Julia in a business suit going "You're FIRED!", and the wallet from Keight with the Life magazine picture of the sailor kissing his woman that we drool over all the time.
I loved all of my presants, but those were the bestest ones.
Second official BSP New Year (excluding that one year when it was just me, Sarah, and Julia) is pending!
Oh yea, and Christmas is tomarrow.
Black/White
I am definately at home and happy when....
-I'm drifting in and out of consciousness by light of the blue Hanuhkah lights and a just-the-right-size boy dusted with fresh snow slips underneath the quilt I made him and kisses my cheek.
-I'm flanked by Carissa Bailey and Melissa Affuso and they're just surrendering themselves to laughter.
-I'm being a total fattie with Sarah and the whole Spanish class knows it.
I am most definately not happy when...
-People ask me if I'm friends with them. What am I supposed to say? No? Lemme alone. I'm staying in my BSP, Jacob, Vincent, Carissa, and Melissa bubble for the rest of my life. I refuse to explain myself when that many people don't need an explanation. You missed the boat. Should've build a more real friendship with me when I wasn't so incomplete instead of just basing your opinion of me on the times when I stick up for what I think is right. I'm not always that corageous. I need support, too.
reSEARCH
I've decided that my next open-ended research project will be on body hair. Underarm, forearm, back, leg, toe, and pubic. I will collect and clean samples of all types to make my project more interesting.
I'm so excited.
Petroleum Jelly
a tin soldier
HP Virus
and an overweight bloodhound
Imagine THAT!
So, I've decided that the oddest thing ever is listening to two of your friends after they've broken up with each other. It's surreal, kind of. You have to empathize with both of them and it's just kind of disorienting.
In short, I'm sick of my friends being "hot as fuck" and "cute shit." Okay, I made the second one up, but I assume someone said that about one of them. You guys need to stop getting so many men and just calm down.
Keight needs butt reduction surgery and Sarah needs to stop being so cute and Julia...needs to just stop.
I can't keep up.
"It's gonna last like two weeks" That's what you said LAST time.
I had some M.A.V. Time (R) today. That stands for Mary Kate and Vincent Time. What I really need is some M.A.J. time and some M.A.K. time because I never see those two. Muh.
Also, Carissa Bailey=my favorite person ever aside from the obvious choices.
Most Ridiculous Thing Ever
dear seventeen | seventeen.com: "I feel uncomfortable messing around with guys unless I'm drunk, so I drink a lot when I'm with guys because I like doing stuff with them. Is there any way I can make myself more comfortable so I don't have to drink in order to fool around?
--Haley, 15, Waltham, MA "
Cuddlitos
Cuddlitos is a word my family has made up. It has something to do with the word cuddle, little kids, a blanket, and our Spanish descent. ito=suffix for little in Spanish. Cuddlitos. Little cuddle....only it means like...little kids are small, so they cuddle small...Also, it has the word toes in it, and all 4 Duff children had this odd fixation with rubbing their toes on blankets. Hence, Cuddlitos.
What made me think of this is the fact that Sarah and I can lay on a couch like we're "in like" with each other and not think a thing of it. She'll just flop over on me and I'll shift to be comfortable and put my arm around her and she'll play with my hair. You have no idea how much I appreciate this. She's just like, "I know you're a jerkface sometimes, but you're warm and misunderstood, so I'm gonna lay all over you. " Her dad's all, "What's going on here?" C'mon, me and Sarah are frickin' married. I can't ever leave her, ever. And I don't want to. My husband is just going to have to love her. Only not as much as me, because I'm a jealous bitch.
Brian Winger=creepy. He called me a princess today. Uuuum! The thing is, I always just go along with him when he makes me feel uncomfortable because he looks so amused that I don't want to spoil his fun. It sounds really dumb, but I just feel like I shouldn't do that. I'm a wimpy girl.
Honestly, though, I can't say, "You make my skin crawl" to my teacher, particularly not in front of the entire class and when I have 2/3 of a year left in his class.
I feel like I'm being a shitty person because I'm throwing my integrity out the window. I'm all, "If something bad is up, I say so." I think I'm much better at sticking up for myself rather than other people. This depresses me greatly.
Fuck you, Senor.
I am not...
an olive
Ragedy Anne of the 70's
a leprecauhn
Spanish Class today:
SW: Maria, estas muy verde hoy!
Translate:Mary Kate, you're very green today.
MK: uh huh
Translate: lemme alone
SW: Estas como un aceituna.
Translate: You're like a (I don't know)
MK: Cual?
Translate: A what?
SW: Es una fruta de arboles que es verde y es roja encima...
Translate:It's a fruit that grows on trees that's green and red on the inside.
MK: uuuh? I don't...what?
Translate: Please leave me alone. I am not a fruit.
SW: Les pone en ensaladas...Son muy saladas...
Translate: You put them in salads. They're very salty.
MK: *looks to Sarah for help*
Translate: AAAGH!
S: *shrugs*
Translate: I wish I could help.
SW: Les pone en ensaladas!!!
Translate: You put them in salads!
He ended up relaying the whole thing again to the entire class with the stunning opening line, "Maria esta un aceituna. Porque esta verde. Comprende?"
Translate: Mary Kate is an (I don't know). Because she's green. Understand?
He ended up having to draw a picture because no one thought of olives as a salty fruit that you put on salad.
Senor, tu eres un chiste.
I Am So Awkward!
I just had a 30 minute phone conversation with Jon Topulski.
I spent the majority of the time going, "uuum..." and laughing out of context.
The end of the conversation was as follows:
MK: "And everyone will like us so much that they will elect us King and Queen"
J: "of Lasertron."
MK: "And then we can have the whole place to ourselves. And I won't feel awkward about playing because no strangers will be there."
J: "and I will have hopscotch."
*wrinkles up face in desperate attempt not to burst out laughing*
It didn't work. Blast.
vegemetarin: we should crochet in english! HAHAHA!
IndigoSailsQuirk: just blatantly ignore loretta
vegemetarin: she won't care.
vegemetarin: "i was going to make this for your mrs. l.a.c. grupp"
IndigoSailsQuirk: loretta, i think this color would compliment your cubic zorcodium earrings
vegemetarin: and i don't know if you have noticed but daniel day lewis has a scarf this exact color.
Alissa Leckey=best person to have English with ever.
Let Go
so let go, jump in
oh well, whatcha waiting for
it's alright
'cause there's beauty in the breakdown
so let go, just get in
oh, it's so amazing here
it's alright
'cause
there's beauty in the breakdown
it gains the more it gives
and then it rises with the fall
so hand me that remote
can't you see that all that stuff's a sideshow
such boundless pleasure
we've no time for later now
you can't await your own arrival
you've 20 seconds to comply
Preferred Sleeping Arrangement
If I could just...You know, recreate this and maybe...have it be my permanent sleeping space...I think my life would be that much more pleasing.
velcro
This is my new shirt. Be prepared to see it every day. It currently says, "Wear 2 Monocles."
It was gonna make its debut bearing the phrase, "Here's to Good Grades" but I didn't have enough e's or o's.
This Survey Will Change Your Life
*disclaimer: the title of this post is deceiving.
One of the first things people notice about you is your: astounding fashion sense. I don't know. I don't notice me.
How many pairs of underwear do you own?: Somewhere near 20, I'd bet. I have like 4 favorites that get worn way too much.
An animal that would make a bad pet: an ostrich. They smell, they run faster than me, and are probably taller. Not a good combination.
Something you wouldn't do unless someone paid a million dollars: fail a grade in school
A vegetable you could stick up your nose: chives. I don't know if you girls have had them. They're these little green things. Kind of oniony...
Your favorite sport that doesn't use a ball: Bowling for Hussies (uses a wattle bottle filled with simulated urine)
How many of your body parts can you wiggle: fingers, toes, eyebrows: 22 parts in all
If your bestfriend were an animal, he/she would be: Okay, I know this is breaking the rules, but I seriously think they'd be a personified train with one square wheel, one octagonal, one circular, and on star-shaped wheel that somehow still managed to travel relatively efficiently. Also, it would have a whistle that goes, "Hooooooooe!" (Zarbo, 2003.)
If your boyfriend were an animal, he would be: a brazillian agouti, because he has "bizarre dating habbits."
If you were to give up your name and nicknames, you'd like to be called: I was thinking about this last week when Sarah posted and before Keight did, and I actually thought of Jane, too. It has this beautiful succinctness to it, if that's a word. And it's so plain that you have to create your own beauty and people don't just like you because you have a weird name. However, I would also quite like to be named something stupid like Maple, just to confuse people.
You're excellent at: making an ass of myself and picking out presants for people
Something you can never find when you need it: a saftey pin. I should be like V. Covatto and wear a chain of them on my pants at all times.
The strangest thing you've ever eaten is: Vanilla Coke off of the driveway at 1301 Staley
Something you can do that your boyfriend and bestfriend can't: All 5 of them? That's tough. Probably get away with spending 75% of my life behind a curtain of hair.
Something they can do that you can't: Oh my god. Hahaha. Be comfortable with _______ing every night (the two on the RedLight side of the condo), go to bed without brushing his teeth (Jaycub), and effectively saranwrap something (the Fatty)
If you had to wear one outfit for the rest of your life, it'd be: red lace bra, brown cords, green BSP silohette shirt, green and green striped Gap socks, cerulean cardigan, Zac locket, quintessencial bracelets, clunky black shoes, and my pocket underwear.
If you were a building, you'd be: That house at 517 Brighton. At least I think that's the address.
If you could spy on someone, it'd be: Honestly? Devin Rooney. I'd love to see the "getting ready to go out" routine. The impulsive snatching of his mother's carpet bag, the benzol peroxide, the popped collars.
If you were a teacher, you'd teach: Body Language 101
If you were part of a campsite, you'd be: a log meant for sitting on that was just close enough to the fire to be nice and toasty for your rump
You have a lot of: balls. As in "That was ballsy." In some respects. In terms of inanimate objects: beaded bracelets and t-shirts I don't really like. Also, body hair.
You don't have a lot of: experience with drugs. In fact, I have none!
Something you do in gym class: play Imagine That! until the other team realizes we don't want to play with them and leaves
If you could take a vacation somewhere for a couple of hours, it would be: The 89th floor of the Westin St. Francis in San Francisco at about 10:30pm. Only under the condition that I could bring a certain Brazillian Agouti. Actually, I'd go anyway, but it would be significantly less fun.
Open up the nearest purse or bag and pull three things out: The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, a small notebook full of Imagine That!'s, 15 bucks canadian.
If you were a scent, you'd want to be: Vanilla extract. I'd be the hottest ticket in town.
If you were a taste, you'd want to be: probably peppermint.
Something you wish you knew how to do: Communicate with the dead
Describe yourself using the first letter from each of your initials: Megalomanic....Kandid....Derisory (see definion that means laughable or ridiculous)
If you were turned into candy, it'd be: Conversation hearts. Because I say many meaningless things.
You want to be able to: read very quickly and analytically
Something you're not old enough to do: have children
How many states have you been through: about 7.
A trend that you never took a liking to: leopard print. ech. also, those stiletto flip-flops
If you went on a safari, you'd really want to see: giraffes mating...how do they do it??? Or a giraffe giving birth. I'd be happy with either, really.
Something you wish you had more time for: reading
Something you used to dislike, but now love: the phrase, "You're Fired!" also the idea discussed with Sarah Lipp on the backporch of Sycamores 23 (What would you think if I...? Um. No. You can't. Not a good idea.)
Favorite kind of hat: skull caps
Something you're too old for: undressing in public. damn.
Your most prized possession: my vocabulary. I mean, I know that's abstract, and actually not that great, but I really enjoy effectively using languages.
.wav
Starting Wednesday, everything came rushing back full force. Zac is gone. Zac is never coming back. I cried myself to sleep Wednesday night and Thursday afternoon. Friday I was great. Saturday I was freaking out. I was on the phone and I was basically eating my pillow so that no one could hear me. There was a span of time when Jacob had to go open Hanuhkah presants so I had to get off the phone and call him back in ten minutes. I spent the entire ten minutes talking to Zac and telling him how mad I was that I was in this situation and telling him how mad I was that he wouldn't talk back. I was using every ounce of my strength not to scream at the top of my lungs.
I cried through church and it felt like my lungs were gonna explode because, once again, I wanted to scream so badly.
I just felt like shit all over again.
We went to the Zarbos and we were looking through Zac's computer files. Amongst some miscellaneous picture files (most of which were of us), there was this unexplained .wav file. We clicked on it, and it was this one second byte of Zac saying, "I love the BSP." And it kept looping. It erased every drop of greif in me for that few minutes when I was processing what had just happened.
Sometime in Zac's life, he sat down and took the time to say, "I love the BSP" so that it would be preserved forever and he had NO idea he'd be gone and that one second of his life would salvage my sanity.
I love you, Zac.
Oxymoron
Jacob and I were in his living room last night, listening to the Kara's Flowers CD Sarah made for me and we were just sort of shuffling around "dancing" and it was so unassumingly perfect. The lyrics were accidentally applicable and... It was honestly just....I don't even know how to describe it, but this mindbogglingly intense feeling of well-being and the sense that right now is all that matters. It was so powerful that I actually started crying. I've never cried because I was happy before. Ever. It's something I've never ever ever understood; I thought it was rather oxymoronic and BAM there it is.
It just reminded me why I love my life the way it is. I can be so incredibly negative and whiny and there's just no point in it when my life contains such moments.
It crossed my mind as we were shuffling around Jacob's livingroom that in The Lovely Bones, Suzy sees what her family and friends are doing and gets a lot of pleasure out of seeing them come to a point in their lives when, however long its meant to last for, they feel awesome in spite of her absense. And I was thinking about how, if Zac were to be watching me, I'd really hope he were watching me then.
Aaand....I didn't just spill my guts.
XXX
Just found out that my pornstart name is Jenny Jiggles.
And Vince's is Rodney Rammer.
Ha. HA. HAHAHAHAHA.
Vince Laugh: he eh eh eh heh.
IndigoSailsQuirk: i have to write an essay about how a man whose entire family committed suicide eventually "exsorcized his deamons" throught writing horrific short stories.
PhdDrDork: You can always write that he's working on a closed-circuit princible.
PhdDrDork: Wherein, in order to get rid of HIS deamons, he has to pass them on to other people.
PhdDrDork: So, by writing, he trapped them in the books.
PhdDrDork: And then when you read them, you took on his deamons, via the horrible nature of the books, thus releasing him from his problems.
PhdDrDork: But now YOU have the deamons, and must go kill small kittens or something.
IndigoSailsQuirk: or just write "MORDAME, HORACIO QUIROGA" on my paper
IndigoSailsQuirk: which would leave plenty of leisure time to skin said kittens and make a lucrative business of selling their pelts in cute handbag form
PhdDrDork: You know, that would be a money-maker
Insert overly extended conversation about making hypoalergenic kitten bags to present to the German royal family in a similar fashion to the emperor's new clothes.
um...?
Kara's Flowers/Alfred Noyes
Uuuum....GOOD LYRICS.
"I've spoken to all the other angels. They don't know what to do and I agree with them whole-heartedly, I do."
"I wake up, thoughts of you tattooed to my mind as I wonder what to wear, what to eat, who to be. Will I see you again? And as my car breaks down, I shake my head and say, 'What a day.' If you only knew...."
Also, from Alfred Noyes' poem, "The Highwayman":
"When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor, A red-coat troop came marching-marching-marching- King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door."
From some kid Kate met:
"Time-managing is my best skill." Shut up.
M.K.D. Taskmaster!
So doing my piles of homework.
"unsolicited kisses, incurable laughter, thermos-like blankets, the German phrase "wer sehen sie", John Mayer's conception of sex, fabric softerner wafting from a humid laundramat, purposely misspelled names, the trait of being genuine, abstract syntax, open discussion of menstruation....these are a few of my favorite things." Props to my AIM profile.
I heard this line on the radio today. It's from that merry little Christmas song. It said, "Through the years, we'll always be together...if the fates align." And you know what my response to that is? *writes FATES on a piece of paper with black marker, eats paper*
In my heart, it's the five of us.
Fates, you're ingested.
I Wanna Show You Everything
Hahahahahaha. I was just thinking about phone sex and how blatantly ridiculous and desperate it is. There's this bored 30 year old woman who talks on the phone to horny men for a living. She's like doing her nails and wearing a Springfeild Community College sweatshirt, her name is probably Gertie or Nina, and she's effing watching Montel. Hahahahahaha.
Sorry, that was uncalled for.
Best thing anyone's said to me....this week, "You've made me a little more intelligent, but I've just made you sex crazed...and mischevious." *rolls around on floor laughing* Whaaaat????? I'm not sure when I crossed the line from having a healthy desire for physical affection to sex-crazed. Hahahahahahahaha. I effing love you.
Just a note, I don't really mean f***ing when I say effing. I've been saying it for so long that I have to say f***ing in order to really mean that. Effing is just like...."I have no idea how to describe this and am too lazy to figure it out." And when I say "Eff You" I actually mean "Fire You" as in "You're fired."
Other best thing that was said to me this week, "Hair...what do we do with it?" *can't control laughter* Once again, I effing love you.
BSP Sleepover On Saturday:
-DI-ANE
-the spoons were more than S.Twist could handle
-urban celery?
-our buisness (spelled incorrectly in honor of Z.Tang) was actually appreciated
-beautiful plates/bowls
-rampaging down the street laughing so hard I felt like my stomach was gonna come out of my back
-"I've never been to the city before! I only go when I'm with Kool City Gurl Keight! I have to pick up all of the paper I can get! I don't get any in the suburbs!"
-ruby slippers
-Nightvision mode, a girl dressed all in black with war paint on her face says in a hu, "It's 12:15, and we're sneaking out of Sycamore's 23"...the camera said 11:47
-unbridled intestinal gas
-White Trash (TM) cookies
-ruby slippers
-"Here's to good grades, guys!"
-Imagine That times 800
-Date My Mom...What a choice muumuu that is, ma'am. *belch* See? Not attractive.
In other news, Carissa Bailey is my hero.
happiness
I wish life were always like this.
rubyslippers
I'm in love with these homemade ruby slippers. Kudos to Sarah for making them.
happyholidays
The women and I were walking home with full tummies and bladders at about 10:30pm and this sight was just an amazing comfort to me. I love the simplicity.
Romanticism
One of the most romantic lyrics I've ever heard is from Third Eye Blind's "An Ode to Maybe."
It says "It's late at night at the laundramat and I'm staring at you pulling clothes from the drier."
Wake Up Where You Are
Jacob and I went to go see "Finding Neverland" tonight. Um....AWESOME. It was very very good.
Might I add that I love the fact that the sudden influx of Peter Pan paraphernalia has been strategically planned after the release of the Michael Jackson documentary about Neverland Ranch. Hahaha.
Vincent Covatto and I talk about body hair a lot. Probably because we're of mediterranean descent. And Italian and a Spaniard walking down the street=a hairy situation. Oh, I have slain the King McTuige of the Pun!
I have nothing to say as of late.
I like Nick Thompson and am secretly jealous of the people who get to have all of those cancer-related bracelets.
Original Fatty
I adopted a cute lil' giraffe fetusfrom Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!
So, third period today, I'm in Collard's study hall sitting next to Skinny McEatsalot and the health office calls me down. According to the lady...I'm only 5'5" and I weigh 137 lbs.
What?
Last I checked I was like 5'6.5" and 128 lbs.
MUH.
If I'm actually 137 pounds, and I am actually only 5'5", I am actually overweight. By a good 8 pounds.
Muuuuh. Mary Kate is overweight.
The nurse didn't say anything to me, but of course, why would she? I'm not concerned with my health, I'm only concerned with looking like Crack Baby Mary-Kate Olsen. Telling me I'm a tiny bit overweight and that it's easily fixable is totally taboo. Because I'm a girl.
And then I realized that I was menstruating as I was walking back to class. And this just wasn't my most favorite surprise. Further proof that we get up too early to go to school: my uterus doesn't wake up until 3rd period.
In other news, Maxine and Ishmael always hurt and I feel like I'm going to vomit 60% of the time. Not just when I'm menstruating, all the effing time. *throws hands up in air*
I was thinking about this one scene in Peter Pan today.
Peter says that he doesn't love anyone and he's trying to look all tough and Wendy just looks at him all sad and said, "I think that is your biggest pretend." I just liked it. I don't know. You'd have to see it.
Also, I love Keight more than I could say. We talked for 2.5 hours last night, much to her mother's dismay. I love having to stop talking between the loud songs and going, "Oh my god. I hope your mom didn't hear what I just said. AAAAGH!!!" I keep thinking about that CD cover and I was rumaging through my underwear drawer last night while I was talking to Jacob and yes, I did find it Keight and I almost divulged your inquiry. But I moved not to. HAHHAAHA.
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I forgot to write about this.
It was like 11:48pm last night and I was sitting on my toilet, my ragged, Rainbow-Brite-patched jeans and tie-dyed underpants are in a puddle around my feet, I'm wearing my BSP t-shirt, Zac locket, Life and BSP bracelets, and Spotlighter's sweatshirt, just peeing. I was on the phone. The person on the other end happens to be just unbelievable in terms of wonderfullness and I just felt every switch in my body turn to happy and I said, "Have I ever told you that I love you?" I'm foggy on this, but I'm almost positive the response was an "I love you, too" coupled with some dazed laughter.
Ugh. Don't even know how to describe that.
