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parker posted @ 09:11pm on June 14, 2003 |
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Are there enough words in the English language to describe what I'm feeling right now?
I doubt it.
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parker posted @ 12:55am on June 09, 2003 |
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First day back at Dover. Less than 6 hours until I have to get up, but I can't sleep.. I've been playing around on my drumkit for most of the night and listening to some of my records. It's one of the advantages to having a single room that I've discovered these last few hours. Earlier, Tar came over and the two of us spent some time together when I was unpacking -- he was nice enough to bring me nicotine and coffee, which I appreciated, aside from helping me unpack my record collection and books. Most everything else can be shoved out of sight for the time being, it's not as if I have to share my space with other people and that I have many guests to deal with.
I should go pretend to sleep.
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parker posted @ 06:51pm on June 08, 2003 |
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Hello, Dover.
Hello, senior year again.
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parker posted @ 03:19pm on June 05, 2003 |
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[ Sitting in the breakfast nook, she glances around the deserted kitchen downstairs before glancing out the large windows lining the wall to her right. It's night; dark sky, beautiful stars, and looking at the sight is almost enough to make her smile. She missed being back in France while at Dover, but her inevitable return only creates the irony for her entry. ]
Accueillir de retour.
My French is slightly rusty. I returned early Saturday morning, when I was supposed to be graduating from Dover after four years of being trapped there, but I saw no reason to stay if I wasn't going to be making my final walk.
My parents were not impressed with the idea of me repeating my senior year, but it's not as if I can blame them for it -- you have four or five children, you usher them through their years, and then when you get to the last one, they fuck up and there's absolutely nothing you can do to save them.
I've gotten lecture after lecture about what a failure I am... precisely what I was expecting out of them. They've decided to avoid me at all costs; great, fine, perfect. I'll do the same.
I think I'll be happy to return to Dover now.
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parker posted @ 09:28pm on May 30, 2003 |
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[ She can hear the shuffling of boxes one room over, the excited giggling coming from what she assumes to be a group of blonde females crowded together for the evening. ]
I won't be walking with the seniors at graduation tommorrow.
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parker posted @ 03:04am on May 25, 2003 |
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It's been raining for most of the night. If it were possible, I'd suggest that the entire school could be washed away in what's shaping up to be a flood.
The sky was already starting to darken when I bumped into Tar outside, en route to the school parking lot. In boycott of the Prom, I was intending to head into town to see the horror movie festival they were having at the Metroplex this evening, but I ended up passing it up once the two of us had struck up a conversation. He's an interesting young man, different from most I've encountered in my four years of being here at Dover Academy.
I should go lay down and get a few hours of sleep in while I still can.
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parker posted @ 07:42pm on May 22, 2003 |
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I am sick of the Prom.
Correction; I'm not sick of the Prom. I'm sick of hearing about the Prom. It's pointless, other than to boost the economy of an otherwise overlooked market [the formalwear industry] and coerce the school board to give the school more funding allotment so they can waste it on other things besides the actual dance.
Pointless, pointless, pointless..
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parker posted @ 07:01pm on May 21, 2003 |
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[ Awkwardly, she eases back into the soft leather upholstery of her desk chair and poises her fingers above the keys for a moment, still not used to the idea of posting about her life on the internet for all to see. ]
Another thrilling day in the life of me. And while I can say that with such composure and compassion for living, I can't say too much about anything else that's going on with me right now. Senior preliminaries came out today and it doesn't look like I'll be able to don my cap and gown until next June. The guidance counselor wants to meet with me "to talk" about my future, whereas I'm already aware that it'll be a thirty minute conversation in which nothing gets accomplished, other than her repeating every few minutes how I "don't apply myself" enough to do anything with my life.
Throw in a pinch of prom fever and you're wishing death on yourself right about now.
[ She sighs bitterly, running a hand back through her hair. ]
It's all playing out exactly the way I never wanted it to.
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parker posted @ 07:27am on May 21, 2003 |
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I have an announcement to make.
If you know who Hot Water Music are and like them, you own.
Thank you for taking a few moments out of your day to read the mindless babble of an idiot.
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parker posted @ 07:19pm on May 19, 2003 |
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[ Swaying slightly to the song blasting through her computer speakers at full blast, her fingers remain calmly poised over the keys as she tries to think of something witty to begin her first entry off with, but can't think of anything that hasn't been said a million times before. ]
Introductions certainly aren't my thing. There isn't much I can say to catch your attention that wouldn't make me feel like someone wearing one of those 'You laugh because I'm different, I laugh because you're all the same..' shirts the same day as twenty other people. Rather than drag it out and bore you more than I already have, I'll just keep it basic.
I'm Parker.
It's up to you to make the next move and figure out the rest.
[ She sighs in frustration, unsatisfied with her efforts, but clicks update without so much as another thought towards it. ]
( To those of you out in Doverland.. )
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