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Sep. 11th, 2005 06:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombrageI did not sleep. The birds are chirping. My alarm clock made sucha weird grinding noise before it beeped. Like my hips this..er... last morning. I have the PSAT class and didn't do my HW lololo. I got squirreled. Better call Mr. Kaminske. Boar carcass on the road gave me chills. I half want to go back and stare at the gash in its back, its stiff legs and dark fur. Pieces of flesh scattered about like dead leaves. I didn't know we had boars near the interstate. I almost swerved off the road and made myself into one of those...
I STILL NEED TO DO READING JOURNALS. Janoff, la vie fait de moi un rénégat.
Shut up, Pornographie is the best AqME song. Now I feel evil, but it's not dirty.
I have soulseek and Vermont Leah! Computer is totally useful. Laptop is slightly den00bed. Not blue, though. Molley is happy at Middlebury.
Brent and Amy. They are cute. They both need lives and confidence. I so want to go to their wedding, when the distant voices on the internets shall be sacrificed to Pope Sidious and the Talking Walnut.
Why do I care about PEOPLE of all things, all of a sudden?
Terri died. I barely knew her but I remember that day in the parking lot, dressed in cut-up white unitards, being pelted with warm colours, flagging down cars with our gauntlets, and she was there. She smoked, but she was very nice. She brought food no Mondays. She had a custom outfit made that day as we ran, streaked with the rainbow, across the warm asphalt. Mark was grinning. She'll never again wear hers. And the pathetic noises coming from Leah W. I can't be around people crying. Collapsing, crying in company with Krista. Some strange solidarity, her hand on my calf, my shoulder leaning into hers. What a crappy year.
The grey doors look like grey crud.
So I'm not on the Acro team and need to find my stupid hat. I guess I'm better off. Less of a fool for sure. Three little swans variation. Watched ballet prettyboys dance with a rose in front of a screen. Their arabesques shamed me. Their jumps were incredible. Only one not at summer intensive, huh? Chelsea thinks I'm some kinda freak now I bet. Yup yup. Why do I like dance again? I'm being nonintellectual!! Mrs. DeSario, you will always be an important factor.
Oh yeah, the dance. The most retarded things impress those people. A toe rise?
By the way, if my hunch is correct, I did notice it at the dance.
Right over there during the electric slide.
I STILL NEED TO DO READING JOURNALS. Janoff, la vie fait de moi un rénégat.
Shut up, Pornographie is the best AqME song. Now I feel evil, but it's not dirty.
I have soulseek and Vermont Leah! Computer is totally useful. Laptop is slightly den00bed. Not blue, though. Molley is happy at Middlebury.
Brent and Amy. They are cute. They both need lives and confidence. I so want to go to their wedding, when the distant voices on the internets shall be sacrificed to Pope Sidious and the Talking Walnut.
Why do I care about PEOPLE of all things, all of a sudden?
Terri died. I barely knew her but I remember that day in the parking lot, dressed in cut-up white unitards, being pelted with warm colours, flagging down cars with our gauntlets, and she was there. She smoked, but she was very nice. She brought food no Mondays. She had a custom outfit made that day as we ran, streaked with the rainbow, across the warm asphalt. Mark was grinning. She'll never again wear hers. And the pathetic noises coming from Leah W. I can't be around people crying. Collapsing, crying in company with Krista. Some strange solidarity, her hand on my calf, my shoulder leaning into hers. What a crappy year.
The grey doors look like grey crud.
So I'm not on the Acro team and need to find my stupid hat. I guess I'm better off. Less of a fool for sure. Three little swans variation. Watched ballet prettyboys dance with a rose in front of a screen. Their arabesques shamed me. Their jumps were incredible. Only one not at summer intensive, huh? Chelsea thinks I'm some kinda freak now I bet. Yup yup. Why do I like dance again? I'm being nonintellectual!! Mrs. DeSario, you will always be an important factor.
Oh yeah, the dance. The most retarded things impress those people. A toe rise?
By the way, if my hunch is correct, I did notice it at the dance.
Right over there during the electric slide.
