||"Silencer" by mewithoutYou
Thursday, February 13, 2003
I am effing excited about tomorrow night. And the rest of the weekend.
Today me and Ma' went to pick up my train tickets to Chicago. I can't wait to see my brother.$&$%^&$%^$#%^&*.
Tomorrow will suck. I made my own Valentines. They rule. On the front they say "Valentines Day Sucks..." and on the inside they say "But you don't!!!" And it has a picture of an actualy Human heart and it's cool. Yeah, hooray for creativity.
Today we go Match Maker results back... I got Alex Moss, Some kid named "Juan", but his real name is John, and some kid named Myron as my number one most compatable match. And I was number 1 on both of Wally's. Weird...
I feel bad about something. I wish Igby could keep his effing mouth shut.
I am a terrible person. Really. I need to write a book about my life. I am so fake.
Tomorrow night is When Good Robots Go Bad. Weeeee. Free shirt free shirt free shirt. Weeee.
I wish I were a robot.
I got back my Practice ACT scores. I got in the 98th percintile on English. I got 31 out of 32. I think I am happy. But I bombed math. Like, hard... Science I got a 78. And That is all I remember.
I am going to go sketch now.
Wednesday, February 12, 2003
Sundance movies are really good...
Someone wrote "Randy and Josh are fags" on the gym wall of Ray Pec. I hate that word. So much. If they are gay, let them be gay. Golly...
TV is satan.
Sundance films are really good.
Clockwork Orange is really good...
So many bands are really good.
I need to stop hitting myself in the face with my flag during Color Guard.
Tap water tastes really weird when you get up in the middle of the night for a drink.
I cry when I hear church choirs and bag piipes and violins.
Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt... What ?
Today, my brother decided to join the Air Force. It hasn't hit me yet. But it will. I just hope it is before school tomorrow so I wont cry at school.
Mimi and Annie and Andrea and company are going to see When Good Robots Go Bad on Friday. It shall be super phetty.
I went to the Dentist today, and cried because he *forgot* to give me a shot before he started drilling my tooth. Bitch. :( I am never going back to him. Back to Rethmeyer I go.
I hate my hair. I need to learn to do something with it.
Alex Moss, are you making those 'An Emergency' things in the print graphics room shirts ? If you are, I want oneeee
Holler at me kids. I am always bored.
Tuesday, February 11, 2003
I hate living in the now. Everything is going to hell. My mom is so scared that we are going to have a chemical attack. It is all she talks about.
I don't want a war. I don't want people to die. I don't think it is fair that someone who is very dumb is getting us in to something very serious. And if he wants this war so bad, and he is willing ot send my friends over there to die, then I want to see him out there physically fightning too.
The world is an ugly place. At least, that is all I see...
Tonight at our basketball game, some boy from Hickman tried to dunk, but he slipped of the rim and landed right on his face and all his gold teeth fell out. There was blood all over. It ruled.
This weekend will be very nice.
I need it. But I can't take it. It is 10 feet away from me this very second. But I don't want it. I just need it. Must look away... From my precious... Aughhhh.
Someone told me I look like one of the Beatles with my new hair cut. Then someone told me I look like one of the Monkeys.
I guess it is a compliment?
I am tired. I am bored. I am happy that I got something bad out of my life. But I miss it.
I wish I were stronger.
Monday, February 10, 2003
Oh yeah! I got my hair cut. I can look like a boy if I comb it right. They took 5 inches off. 5 inches that will be missed.
Sorry Davey, I had to do it.