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phthalombrageToday was considerably better.
I thought I was going to ride my bike to dance. (No scooter, LOLZ)
But gas stations were open and selling only regular 87 octane unleaded gas. My favorite kind!
My dad was a retard and said "It wasn't cool how I had skipped work to go to a party." Hadn't he said a few days ago he didn't think "That Gold...Berg...Stein... (it's -smith) thing doesn't seem to be working too well"? He was gonna give me the key and did I turn in my tax forms yet?
I already had the key. I couldn't have been to work by 6, when Lisa would have left. I had called the office twice. With his foot, he was moving the clothes on my floor into a pile.
But dance... I practiced my back tuck. I stretched a lot of stuff far. I didn't suck at ballet. Nobody was holding weiners today, so it was a good sign. (What is the weiner? ..... Silence..... Well, whatever it is, it looks like that. (Anme)) Jazz was full of jumps and turns. Very sweaty. Modern combination was from last Thursday and good.
Might have to miss some Fridays for competition teams
I sang the Numa Numa song in the car because I could remember it.
Soon I shall be off to watch stars over a darkened school. Astronomy Club.
The light outside my curtain is orangeish, strange, and beautiful.
Now I do all my ranting on pvspeech. I miss it here. Livestrong. But since my readership is nil, I don't risk boring them.
Later that night...
Astronomy Club event was Drew, Ross, and me. I was greeted by insects that buzzed like an alarm. The school felt dangerous. I was intruding on the habitat of shadow animals. Clouds loomed overhead and the wind was blowing lightning towards us. Lightninging. Ross was walking around everywhere, and Drew was following. I tracked the patterns of the various triangles we made. I don't know if they noticed. It was weird, swinging around the pole of the overhang a few minutes after Ross had. I wanted to hang back. They commanded the conversation. When something I say is funny or provokes discussion, I feel unusually victorious. I told them my mom refers to me as "bitch", and their voices got all high and sorry and they closed in on me. We discussed computer games and Ross began to jump and pump his arms in front of him. Drew liked his dad's Miata.
Someone pulled up in a truck to deliver a refrigerator. It was Mrs. Bustle. Her dog is named Curly (or something), and he's not.
Went to Barnes and Noble, where I ran into Liz again. Astronomy Club is nerdy.
Coincidences. Greg infects the world with smelly cheese. Lauren and the voodoo doll in the trunk, where Liz L. keeps her corpses and Nathan, a table. A man looking at E.M. Forster when I wanted to. Virginia Woolf in a journaling book, which brings me back to here. D'oh. And Georgia.
I feel better about last night. Vincent called himself a douchebag for missing the party (what colourful language) so I decided to share my own stupidity with the world. It's actually amusing. The driveway was empty save me.
Save me indeed.
Barnes and Noble taught me about light reflected off of particles of cologne in aqueous solution. Like the sky, blue bounces off of it and red shines through it. Otherwise it looks like smoke. I was kinda looking for people rather than books, but when I saw Liz I tried to escape. I went down the same aisle she did. I recognized ponytail-man. Someday I want to be good enough to understand the book about the Riemann hypothesis. I looked at a book of crude French slang waiting for a fat ugly woman to leave so I could look at the Japanese books. I should check one out of the library, really. The same people haunted the comics section. The other armchairs are green and striped. Someday I want to own all kinds of books.
Reading journals delve into well-travelled ground. First I experience Sophia, then Liz. A more familiar, closer human connection than those penned by the writer. A world united by AP Lang. Working its way downwards to my open, waiting mouth. Fine work misanalyzed by lazy and impatient teenagers. (Not to say that the former and latter are.) I smell puppies. A bat with false hopes of stardom.
The lights in the dark looked so beautiful. The signs, the road signals, the streetlamps. I'm already nostalgic. I watched the position of the arrow change as it went from green to gold opposite a green light. Ray as in geometry, then it got jump discontinuity and a dark spot, which was ironically a bright source of a green beam of light in dark air. If I ever need to make discoveries... Monkeys biting each other's tails form benzene. Drowned flies can rejuvenate in sunlight. Babyfood jar called morgue.
omg, I just found the email with that title. I was so weird then. It's great.
"In math someone proved with variables that 2=1, by starting with x=y, but they used that to divide later and you cant divide by 0 so 2 doesnt equal one. isn't that a tragedy?"
Glittery dots of water studded the outside of my car. It was sprinkling. The air was heavy with the rich, musty smell of rain. The windshield wipers squeaked as they crossed the still-dry parts of the windshield.
I don't have any friends or anyone, really, to talk to. I am one of the few genuinely strange people I know.
My parents asked me no questions. They were absorbed in the flashing TV screen. The sound was up pretty damn high. They don't care that I wasn't there. I can go off in my room and type and type. I didn't ask which movie. Dad was mad cos I tossed my keys on a chair, so I put them in the mysterious wall-can of the closet. I ate a toaster pastry with no icing. It's better that way. Whoever designed Diet Coke with Lime cans has skill. I hate diet coke, but the lime green and blue and general design made me want some.
Caffeine is a diuretic. You pee a lot and your boobs swell. Thanks, Jen. Liz's sugar level was reflected in her SAT2.
Thanks, Father, I shall call many. Ross calls his father "Sir."
The chips are still in my car, in front of the passenger seat.
I feel like an LJ whore, wasted, useless. What to do with my weekend? Work. It will begin Sunday.
Screw you, The Good Book.
I thought I was going to ride my bike to dance. (No scooter, LOLZ)
But gas stations were open and selling only regular 87 octane unleaded gas. My favorite kind!
My dad was a retard and said "It wasn't cool how I had skipped work to go to a party." Hadn't he said a few days ago he didn't think "That Gold...Berg...Stein... (it's -smith) thing doesn't seem to be working too well"? He was gonna give me the key and did I turn in my tax forms yet?
I already had the key. I couldn't have been to work by 6, when Lisa would have left. I had called the office twice. With his foot, he was moving the clothes on my floor into a pile.
But dance... I practiced my back tuck. I stretched a lot of stuff far. I didn't suck at ballet. Nobody was holding weiners today, so it was a good sign. (What is the weiner? ..... Silence..... Well, whatever it is, it looks like that. (Anme)) Jazz was full of jumps and turns. Very sweaty. Modern combination was from last Thursday and good.
Might have to miss some Fridays for competition teams
I sang the Numa Numa song in the car because I could remember it.
Soon I shall be off to watch stars over a darkened school. Astronomy Club.
The light outside my curtain is orangeish, strange, and beautiful.
Now I do all my ranting on pvspeech. I miss it here. Livestrong. But since my readership is nil, I don't risk boring them.
Later that night...
Astronomy Club event was Drew, Ross, and me. I was greeted by insects that buzzed like an alarm. The school felt dangerous. I was intruding on the habitat of shadow animals. Clouds loomed overhead and the wind was blowing lightning towards us. Lightninging. Ross was walking around everywhere, and Drew was following. I tracked the patterns of the various triangles we made. I don't know if they noticed. It was weird, swinging around the pole of the overhang a few minutes after Ross had. I wanted to hang back. They commanded the conversation. When something I say is funny or provokes discussion, I feel unusually victorious. I told them my mom refers to me as "bitch", and their voices got all high and sorry and they closed in on me. We discussed computer games and Ross began to jump and pump his arms in front of him. Drew liked his dad's Miata.
Someone pulled up in a truck to deliver a refrigerator. It was Mrs. Bustle. Her dog is named Curly (or something), and he's not.
Went to Barnes and Noble, where I ran into Liz again. Astronomy Club is nerdy.
Coincidences. Greg infects the world with smelly cheese. Lauren and the voodoo doll in the trunk, where Liz L. keeps her corpses and Nathan, a table. A man looking at E.M. Forster when I wanted to. Virginia Woolf in a journaling book, which brings me back to here. D'oh. And Georgia.
I feel better about last night. Vincent called himself a douchebag for missing the party (what colourful language) so I decided to share my own stupidity with the world. It's actually amusing. The driveway was empty save me.
Save me indeed.
Barnes and Noble taught me about light reflected off of particles of cologne in aqueous solution. Like the sky, blue bounces off of it and red shines through it. Otherwise it looks like smoke. I was kinda looking for people rather than books, but when I saw Liz I tried to escape. I went down the same aisle she did. I recognized ponytail-man. Someday I want to be good enough to understand the book about the Riemann hypothesis. I looked at a book of crude French slang waiting for a fat ugly woman to leave so I could look at the Japanese books. I should check one out of the library, really. The same people haunted the comics section. The other armchairs are green and striped. Someday I want to own all kinds of books.
Reading journals delve into well-travelled ground. First I experience Sophia, then Liz. A more familiar, closer human connection than those penned by the writer. A world united by AP Lang. Working its way downwards to my open, waiting mouth. Fine work misanalyzed by lazy and impatient teenagers. (Not to say that the former and latter are.) I smell puppies. A bat with false hopes of stardom.
The lights in the dark looked so beautiful. The signs, the road signals, the streetlamps. I'm already nostalgic. I watched the position of the arrow change as it went from green to gold opposite a green light. Ray as in geometry, then it got jump discontinuity and a dark spot, which was ironically a bright source of a green beam of light in dark air. If I ever need to make discoveries... Monkeys biting each other's tails form benzene. Drowned flies can rejuvenate in sunlight. Babyfood jar called morgue.
omg, I just found the email with that title. I was so weird then. It's great.
"In math someone proved with variables that 2=1, by starting with x=y, but they used that to divide later and you cant divide by 0 so 2 doesnt equal one. isn't that a tragedy?"
Glittery dots of water studded the outside of my car. It was sprinkling. The air was heavy with the rich, musty smell of rain. The windshield wipers squeaked as they crossed the still-dry parts of the windshield.
I don't have any friends or anyone, really, to talk to. I am one of the few genuinely strange people I know.
My parents asked me no questions. They were absorbed in the flashing TV screen. The sound was up pretty damn high. They don't care that I wasn't there. I can go off in my room and type and type. I didn't ask which movie. Dad was mad cos I tossed my keys on a chair, so I put them in the mysterious wall-can of the closet. I ate a toaster pastry with no icing. It's better that way. Whoever designed Diet Coke with Lime cans has skill. I hate diet coke, but the lime green and blue and general design made me want some.
Caffeine is a diuretic. You pee a lot and your boobs swell. Thanks, Jen. Liz's sugar level was reflected in her SAT2.
Thanks, Father, I shall call many. Ross calls his father "Sir."
The chips are still in my car, in front of the passenger seat.
I feel like an LJ whore, wasted, useless. What to do with my weekend? Work. It will begin Sunday.
Screw you, The Good Book.
