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[06 Oct 2003|04:06pm] |
I am sorry to be doing a quiz thing. I got it from Valerie's Live Journal. It was an alphabet thing, and I cannot resist alphabet things. ALPHABET!
Also, I have a really pretty new template.
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| I am sad. |
[05 Oct 2003|04:33pm] |
That is a big fat lie, but it makes me sad when I do not get comments. My last entry was really fascinating and I only got one comment. Only Sara actually cares. [sad face]
Anyway! It is so nice out today. It has been cold lately! This means that it is my favorite season. (Fall. Or autumn, as it were.) I love cold weather so much I cannot explain it.
In other news, we won twice. This is fantastic and wonderful and stupendous.
In yet other news, I found a whole book all about gay boys throughout history. It's really easy to read, because it, much like Please Kill Me, is just an entire book of quotes. Barely any of the entries are longer than a paragraph or two. I hold "being easy to read" as one of the most important qualities of books. This makes me either an old person or a philistine, I think. Meh!
In a topic that follows incredibly well from literally everything I said in the last mini-paragraph, I got Christopher Isherwood's Berlin Stories out of the library on Friday, and I just love it! It's really easy to read. [wink] I was alerted to its presence because it was mentioned once by Angela Bowie in Please Kill Me, and also Christopher Isherwood was mentioned lots in the book about gay boys. (Amusingly, I decided to get it out before I read the book about gay boys! And thus it was coincidental that I read lots about his homosexuality only a day before reading his book.) I had no idea that "Cabaret" was based on it -- when I first got the book my dad said "You know, Cabaret was based on that" but I thought he only meant that it was inspirational or something; I didn't know that "Cabaret" was the literal dramatization of "Goodbye to Berlin." Neat! The only thing I don't like about the book is that I find Sally Bowles to be insanely, insanely irritating. I found her somewhat so when I saw the musical of "Cabaret," too. I can't remember who played her, but it was that girl who was in the eighties movies. I also can't remember who played the Joel Grey character, and I can't even remember what the Joel Grey character is called. This really bothers me, because I loved "Cabaret" when I saw it. Grr. I am aging!
I think this may be all. Tonight we are going to dinner at the Havertys' . The Havertys own my friend Natasha, and we go to Nantucket every Thanksgiving with them. We've been doing this since Tash and I were seven or eight, and it is fantastic, fantastic fun. Last year I got my coat just before we went, so it was super-excellent. I'm already getting excited. I am also excited for dinner tonight, because I really, really like the Havertys. And Tash. Obviously. I think it's clear that I'm completely unable to write today, so.
In conclusion, we won. YAY!
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| Helen is really the girl for me. |
[02 Oct 2003|11:38am] |
Helen: Hello?
Me: Hi, is Helen there?
Helen: It's me! How are you?!
Me: I have an awful wasting disease!
Helen: You lucky bitch!
Heeee. I have an awful wasting disease! It is . . . really awful. I started feeling ill again yesterday as soon as I got back from Sara's, which was a blast and a half -- we made brownies, ordered Chinese food, and watched Billy Elliot for probably the millionth time each. Then we ate Chinese food, and also ate way too many brownies, which is really the perfect way to spend an afternoon. We also talked about boys for an inordinate amount of time. Billy Elliot is, I think, the most adorable movie that ever has been made. Anyway, as soon as I got home, I felt as if I were about to die, worked on my math homework for an hour, and then phoned Helen. We talked about boys, nudity, the propriety of certain sexual activities, and drugs. I love my new international plan! Which brings me to the next part of the entry; the day before yesterday (Tuesday) I called Matt. I've never called him before! It was a really, really excellent conversation, and we discussed ice cream, literature, and the merits of various countries. Also, Matt explained to me what Red Nose Day is, which I have been wanting to know for literally six years now. Yay! I really didn't want to get off the phone, but I did eventually. (I had to go to the farmers' market, and Matt had to go to bed.) So, that was incredibly nice.
The farmers' market the other day was terribly wonderful also. We brought Claire, and I was so jealous of her -- but in a good way, because it gave me much aesthetic pleasure -- because she looked so. excellent. Claire is a very pretty girl, and she has gorgeous hair -- she dyes it with, I think, henna, and it's a very cute length -- but, more importantly, she was just wearing the most excellent outfit ever. She was wearing striped Hanna Anderson tights, a black pleated skirt, and a white cable sweater. She was also carrying this incredibly charming leather basket on a ribbon, to put produce in. Have I mentioned before that Claire and Sara and I are going to all live together in a castle in Wales when we grow up? Claire got this idea after going to Wales, and also reading I Capture the Castle (which is a wonderful book), and Sara and I think it sounds like a superb plan. I'm really excited about it, now. Yay!
I was having a bad day, but this has reminded me of how many wonderful things I've done so far this week, and now I am exceptionally happy. Yay! OH! One more thing! Yesterday, I got back pictures from February that I'd only sent in to be developed last week. The roll had on it pictures of me and Sara in Cambridge, pictures of me in my coat in the winter in Cambridge, and pictures of my visit with Lauren. These latter pictures are the cutest ever. Like . . . imagine something really small and fluffy and maybe scamper-y, and the pictures are even cuter than that imaginary thing. Yay! [/repetitive]
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| [really high-pitched noise] |
[25 Sep 2003|10:48pm] |
Guess who is giving me a ride to a clandestine football event on Sunday! GUESS! Um . . . "clandestine football event" is incredibly vague, so I will explain. There is a football game on Sunday. It is the biggest Wellesley/Brookline football rivalry game of the year. (We are Wellesley.) The pep band, which I, being in concert band, am in, plays at home games but not away games. But, um, one of the band intensives (An "intensive" is a senior who is something like a teacher's assistant. There can be intensives in drama, band, orchestra, jazz band, video? art? something like that.) wants us to play at the Brookline game, it being major and all. Because Mr Scott the band director probably doesn't approve, it is clandestine. And it'll be so much fun! It's going to be terribly exciting. Brookline is . . . half an hour away? Forty minutes away? Something like that.
Oh yeah, the boy whose car I will be riding in is also the boy I have a crush on. Eek! I said "Hi, [name]! I can come on Sunday. Can you give me a ride?" And he said "Yes!" But, I don't know, he may be dating this girl who is also in the band; I have no idea. She's really nice, though. But, still! Eek. Exciting! I've never actually been in his car before! I am so incredibly excited.
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| Songs With Boys' Names In The Title. |
[25 Sep 2003|10:20pm] |
Pointless? Yes.
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Also, these are only lists of media I have on my computer. Not on CD.
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| So I haven't updated this in a really long time. |
[23 Sep 2003|10:27pm] |
Like . . . since Friday. That's way longer than usual! Wow. Um, several items:
1) I failed. Today I wore the same outfit that I wore on the third day of school. I suck. But I looked great today. I had great hair.
2) Dana was being very cute on the bus. It was entertaining. She was suggesting what I do with Annina: "Annina, this is me. This is me straight. This is me. This is me straight." With hand gestures! The hand gestures made the scene.
3) I went to see James and Dana at work. I flicked water from the scoop-rinsers into James's and Dana's faces with a plastic spoon. Then Dana poured a pint cup of hot water down my front. Boy, that was totally unpredictable! I get so wet every time I go to work. Admittedly it is generally my fault for instigating water fights. But, hee! Water fights are so fun.
4) I have become obsessed with crossword puzzles. I mean, has anyone noticed me being around slightly less lately? Crossword puzzles are my new Internet. Sometimes I'll do both the Times and the Globe puzzle. I can finish the Times puzzle on Monday and Tuesday by myself, but I can never finish the Globe puzzle by myself. Ever. And I've never finished a Times puzzle at all not on Monday or Tuesday. But, jesus fucking christ! I AM ADDICTED TO CROSSWORD PUZZLES! I've gotten really good at them now. But, like, I'm addicted to crossword puzzles like some people are addicted to Minesweeper. It is psycho.
5) We got a fantastically amazing international-calls-to-UK plan. See, there was this thing where I ran up a $146 bill talking to Helen, because phone cards won't work to her cellular phone, and then I hid it from my parents. Then I ran up a $75 bill which they found. Then my dad called the phone people and got them to install the plan retroactively. So I owe no money to anyone, and I can make tons of calls to England now for eight cents a minute! That means it'll cost me $4.20 to talk to anyone in England for an hour! That is so absolutely neat. And my parents let me have $25 of the phone bill every month, so I can, like, make a call to England a week. I need more friends in England. [crazy]
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| For your edification: |
[18 Sep 2003|06:35pm] |
The following is a list of all the songs I have on my computer that have girls’ names in the title:
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There are a whole bunch.
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| Heeeee. |
[16 Sep 2003|04:22pm] |
Today I used the best reason ever to explain to someone why I would not have sex with them. (The fact that neither myself nor the person I was speaking to was serious notwithstanding.)
I said:
[Begin Spoiler for Really Entertainingly Mean Thing. -- Highlight to view]
Him: But, why not?
Me: I wouldn't be able to look at myself in the mirror afterwards. [fit of giggles] It would be too shameful!
[End Spoiler]
Heeeee.
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| I am so sick. |
[16 Sep 2003|04:12pm] |
(This was yesterday, but I couldn't post it. I am way less sick today.)
I don't know what I have, either. I just feel very malaised. Yech. I felt icky and cold-having at school all day, and even though I only ended up having two academic classes (skipped band, had gym, biology cancelled) I couldn't pay attention in either of them. Then by the time I got home I felt incredibly gross and like I was going to pass out so I lay down on the porch and at some point I guess I got into the shower, and then I got out of the shower. I cut myself shaving quite badly on my ankle. I mean, it started bleeding again just now, which I think is really bad that it hasn't just stopped bleeding. So my entire foot is covered with blood, and it dripped all over the floor of my bedroom.
Also I have some weird mouth infection. First the gums around my right upper molars itched uncontrollably, so I scratched them lots and lots, and now they just hurt. It is icky and gross. I feel just disgusting. And malaised. I went to sleep at five and then again for another hour and then I got in bed and I just woke up again, and . . . yech. I don't think I can go to school tomorrow, but I'm going to miss out on so many important things. I feel very, very icky and diseased and just awfully sick.
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| Yesterday I saw the prettiest boy ever. |
[13 Sep 2003|12:53pm] |
He was in a car driving his grandmother somewhere. (I supposed that she was his grandmother, as she looked approximately the right age.) He looked like he was somewhere in between eighteen and twenty-one years old, but probably twenty or so. I doubt I will ever see him again because he didn't look very Wellesley-ish, and he was just in a car driving through. But he was so insanely attractive. He had dark brown hair, and it was kind of long-ish. But not actually long hair, just kind of to the back of his neck, and he was skinny. And really pale. And extremely attractive. Wow. I don't know whether or not he noticed me -- I was standing on the sidewalk with my mom, and I don't think he looked at me or anything, despite the fact that I was staring at him the entire time he was stopped at a light. Pretty boy.
In other news, work is getting more and more crazy and surreal. And James keeps on inappropriately touching me! It's very, very odd. I am still wearing my apron from yesterday, because I forgot to take it off yesterday at work. It is cow-printed! And work was so super fun. SUPER FUN! That is weird, because I hate my job, but Dana and James and I had a great time. We were sickeningly vulgar! They offered me fifty dollars to drink my own urine, and I one hundred percent would have done it, but I didn't want to take my money and also I couldn't decide whether or not everyone would be sickened and disgusted afterwards. And . . . yes. Fun was had at work! We each made forty-five in tips, which is the result of obscene rounding up. Hey, three dollars to the five is standard currency these days. (In my defense, I am not the one who does the rounding up, and if I were the one adding up the tips, I wouldn't round. This might be why I never add up the tips.)
Last night I went to Sara's house to sleep, with Claire also. Much fun was had. We did the crossword puzzle, and watched "The Talented Mr. Ripley" for the second time. (I saw it at Sara's the first, too. It was Claire's first time.) Just, mmmm. Jude Law! Matt Damon. Necrophilia! And pretty Gwyneth's legs. Very pretty movie, and very deliciously creepy. This morning we had tea and ice cream and watched "Waiting for Guffman." I love Sara's house. I like it so much more than my own house, I think.
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| Today was so freaking fun. |
[11 Sep 2003|10:37pm] |
After school, because nobody was home and I would be all lonely otherwise, Oreo and I went to Claire's. We mostly fucked around and somehow managed to do all our homework, and listened to tons of soft jazz and blues, which is what Claire plays one hundred percent of the time. (She lives about a block away from me.) She's making me try out for Sara's and her a capella group, which is just . . . batshit insane. [/Amy] Because I can't sing! Yesterday I recorded myself singing a fragment of "Ziggy Stardust" and sent it to Ben, and . . . hee, I just cannot sing, period. Ben agreed with me. So, that should be interesting! I can't sing. I find it amusing.
I borrowed five million of Claire's books, like I always do, and we talked to Dakota on the phone and spent tons of time giggling. We make fun of eachother plenty. We ate whipped cream, and hummus. Yum. Then I did her math homework, because she didn't want to, and I find it incredibly fun. It's trigonometric ratios! Go precalculus. I love math. And I love going to Claire's house. I had an exceptionally large amount of fun. (We also did the crossword puzzle.)
Today I wore a green short-sleeved shirt with a collar and three buttons at the top, my tiny brown plaid skirt, grey stockings and my Mary Janes. And my raincoat.
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| Several Things About The Last Two Days. |
[10 Sep 2003|09:34pm] |
1. Annika said that I should take pictures of what I wear every day, as I am doing a project of trying not to wear the same outfit twice for as long as possible. I think this would be a little too requiring of me to actually accomplish something, so instead I am just going to continue writing about what I wear every day. Today I wore green stockings (I can't decide whether they're tights or stockings. They're very thin, but more opaque than stockings usually are. Hmm. So, right, those, and my burgundy Mary Janes, and my blue pleated skirt, and my brown-and-white striped camisole thingy with the bow (as seen in the picture of Gali and Liz and me), and a green pullover sweater. The sweater, actually, randomly turned up in our house one day two years ago, and now it is mine! It is a very nice, well-made sweater, and it comes pretty far down -- maybe a little above mid-thighs? It covers my ass, at least. The sweater made my skirt look much shorter, as only six inches or so of it were visible. I looked very schoolgirl-y.
2. You know my friend James? (Not really.) He has become a very sophisticated person who goes to Germany lots and drinks alcohol lots and smokes cigars and carries around cigarettes. I assumed that he was just attempting to act all classy and sophisticated, because he has three million super-cool luxury lighters and a special pretty cigarette case and so forth. But now I'm beginning to think that he's actually picked up smoking! Isn't that weird? Because his pretty cigarette case keeps having different numbers of cigarettes in it, and he smells like smoke a whole bunch. It is so weird.
And, on that subject, hee. James and I are so retarded at work. Yesterday I was trying to think of whatever I was about to say, and had started off with "Um, hmm --" and James is all "Um, hmm what? What, Phoebs, WHAT?" and I go "Um, hmm up yours!" and he's "Um, hmm fuck you in the ass!". And then I started giggling. Hee.
3. My third point is also related to classy things. The following is the classiest thing I have ever seen in my life:
In a bookstore in Holland, Michigan, the Lord of the Rings trilogy was filed under "Historical Fiction."
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| So, today, I wore . . . |
[08 Sep 2003|11:25pm] |
a really cute dress. It is something my mother made when she was quite young (I don't know how young. Older than I am now, younger than thirty?) and it is so 1920s. It is gingham (I think it's called gingham -- it's a very plain-feeling, thin fabric that is checked in a kind of a beige-y tabby color?) and has a wide white collar that goes all the way down the front -- it's pretty low, not in a risque way but in a un-shape-fitting way, so I had to pin it up a bit. It comes down to my knees or so, and it is very much too wide for me. I mean, it's not at all form-fitting in the least -- it kind of hangs on me like a sack, but in a very cute way. Like Joyce Maynard's ABC dress! (I'm not sure how many people will understand what I am talking about.) I wore it with my burgundy heeled Mary Janes and white socks and eyeliner and I looked about figuratively ten years old. Like Joyce! It was so great.
On the bus home I sat with Dakota and Dana -- I got on first and saved them spots. I was in kind of a snarky mood, so I picked a spat with Dakota, and he hit me in the face, and then for the rest of the bus we played the "I am better than you are" game, where we try to make the other person look lame and our respective selves look great in a not-at-all-completely-joking way, while Dana giggled at us like a little girl. It was entertaining, I guess. I was in a snarky mood because I had a very unlucky day with forgetting things and being accidentally late to/ missing classes. But it was all okay in the end, I guess. Another nice thing about today was that I got a birthday present from Helen in the mail, which was a stuffed toy and cute underwear. The stuffed toy is a mouse, which you probably all figured as soon as I said "stuffed toy from Helen." It is so adorable and it is on my lap right now. It's all soft and fuzzy! Aww. I can't decide whether to name it or just call it "Mouse." If I name it, it will be called Dora. Obviously.
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| Last Night. |
[03 Sep 2003|05:09pm] |
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Last night at work was extremely surreal. It involved me, while wearing a cow-printed apron and thigh-high stockings, going on a hunt for a cat in the two blocks surrounding work with a previously unknown-to-me mother, a father, three small boys and a German Shepherd dog.
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| Today was the first day of school. |
[02 Sep 2003|05:48pm] |
I wore what is probably the best outfit I have ever worn in my life. My mom got me this new incredibly fantastic plaid skirt, and I wore that and a white strappy Gap tank top and over that, a black long-sleeved shirt, and my new coat. And my thigh-high stockings with the polka-dotted bows at the top! And my burgundy shoes. And my new coat. It was just the best outfit ever. My stockings keep slipping down, so I had to keep pulling them back up, which was all provocative and boy-distracting! [grin] And I had my new Pokemon backpack and this fantastic Coca-Cola metal lunchbox. I was so incredibly adorable. It was just a really, really great outfit. There are pictures. The nice thing was that the stockings just come beyond the top of the skirt -- the skirt is maybe two inches above my knees. I want to get more slightly longer skirts, I think. It's just the best skirt! Of course, this means that literally half my wardrobe is plaid. I have:
1. this plaid skirt
2. a red-and-black plaid skirt that is shorter
3. a tiny brown plaid wool skirt
4. a yellow-and-green-and-brown plaid wool wraparound skirt
5. a brown plaid mindress
6. a dark red and dark grey plaid mod-type jacket-y thing which is so great.
7. a blue checked (okay, so it's not actually plaid sundress.
This is insane, isn't it? Yes. I really, really, really like plaid.
School was fun. I have the best English class EVER -- Sara, Claire, Dakota, Kyle Sub Two, Jon Lange, Mike Byerly, Alex Kaplan and Annina are all in it. I sit next to Dakota, with Claire and Sara, and Annina is sitting on the opposite side of the room in the perfect position to look up all my really short skirts, which should entertain her at least. Irritatingly, they put me in the wrong history class, so I missed the first AP history class. Grr! But it was really fun. And exciting. And I saw J.C. [smile]
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| Today is my birthday! |
[29 Aug 2003|12:27pm] |
I am sixteen! Except not yet. I was born at 2:30. I need to give "Sick Again" one last listen.
I woke up at six, because I had forgotten that my stereo was set to that. I had been listening to it last night, too, so I woke up to "In The Light." That was nice. After I woke up, I lay in bed listening to that, and then I listened to "Bron-Yr-Aur," and then I got up and turned it off and then I went back to sleep. Then my parents woke me up at 9:15 by singing me Happy Birthday! With balloons. Then my mother brought me tea in bed. Then I called Ben (I was wearing clothes. And still am! I am wearing one of my father's wifebeater shirts, and also a pair of his boxer shorts. They are red plaid and look really cute on me. I don't know why everyone doesn't just wear boxer shorts all the time, they're so comfortable.) , and we talked about beverages and also reading material. And cake. Later I am going to call Helen. Hopefully. I woke up thinking "I must call Helen today!" and I hope I can.
Now my mom and I are going out to get stuff to make minestrone soup. I said I wanted minestrone soup for dinner, because it is my favorite food. I mean, after blueberries. (I have had some of those today, too.) Then we are going to make minestrone soup, and then I am going into work for an hour, just for kicks, and then we are going to go pick up Sara and take her to my house where she will eat dinner with us and then eat cake with us! Yay. Tomorrow I get to spend the whole day with Sara, too! This is really nice, because she was away for a great deal of the summer, which is upsetting, because Sara is really my favorite person to spend time with. (And, no, I am not just saying this because I know she's reading it. [wink]) I really like going to Sara's house and just, you know, hanging out. Like, I will be on her bed reading her 365-day calendar or one of her books or something, and she will be playing Minesweeper, and we will kind of intermittently converse. It's very fun.
Then I have my party tomorrow night. Hee. [crazy] My goal is for nobody at the party who didn't already know it was my birthday today to not know, because then everyone who didn't know it was my birthday will feel guilty. I always feel guilty about getting presents for my birthday -- I bought three people presents this week, so hopefully I will feel not so guilty.
Yay! It's my birthday!
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| Oh my god. |
[28 Aug 2003|09:13am] |
Helen made me the nicest birthday post in the world. It made me squeak. I am so happy. I'm going to be sixteen tomorrow! Eeek. Helen is completely the greatest.
Also, I woke up at seven-thirty this morning to come with my mother into work. This is the earliest I've been awake all summer! Unless I hadn't gone to bed yet, or something.
I bought lots of stuff for people yesterday. Also, I am having a party on Saturday and so far I've invited three people whom I find to be creepy and socially inept. This will be completely a barrel of laughs! I have another creepy socially inept person still to invite. (Lawrence, for those who know who he is. "Those who know who he is" numbers one person, Sara.) Yuck. I hope this will actually be an enjoyable time. Heh. At least I will be in a state of permanent sugar-dazed-ness from birthday cake! And people I like will be there. But not HyperOnion, which makes me sad. I was going to invite him and left him a note on his journal telling him I was going to invite him, but then I found out that he would be at Vassar then. So I didn't invite him, because then he would have had to decline my invitation, and I hate declining invitations, so I assumed that he would feel similarly and spared us both the social awkwardness! HyperOnion and I aren't very good at talking to eachother, apparently. But I really like him, and I think he likes me too. We're just . . . not very good at talking to eachother.
In other news, I really want to see that movie "Thirteen," because I have read four or five articles about it already. It looks terribly contrived, but interestingly enough it's supposed to be based on a true story, or something. It sounds all . . . modern. I was completely not like that when I was thirteen -- I was an unattractive nerd. Um, until I became an Alternateen.
I like being here at my mother's work. It's where I went to preschool, and first and second grade. It makes me feel like a small person. Well, that's a lie, but it pleasantly reminds me of when I was a small person.
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| Yesterday was really fun. |
[27 Aug 2003|12:35pm] |
Sara slept over, and the night before we watched the tenth episode of Monty Python's Flying Circus, which was just really great. We were going to watch "High Fidelity" too, because Sara had never seen it, but there was something seriously wrong with the tape in that it kept coming out of the videocassette and remaining entwined in our VCR. Have I mentioned the fact that our VCR is really, really broken and it takes forever to get it to play tapes? Yes.
Also, we ate popcorn and did the Boston Globe Sunday puzzle, written by Henry Hook. (Is that his name right, Sara?) It always surprises me when I remember that Sara does read this, because she never leaves me comments! But I'll say something, such as when I said yesterday "Ooh, I read this article about the Germans and . . ." and she will say "I know, I read it." And then I will blink, and then remember that she reads it. Hee. Leave me comments, Sara!
The next day we did three chapters of history. I suppose we would have got them done faster, but we kept on being distracted and talking about things like King Arthur and incest and boys. It was really fun, though. While we were doing history I started thinking that Sara and I being friends was really, really cool and that we should be movie characters. This is kind of similar to what we were thinking about that time in Harvard Square when we followed that man whom we thought to be writing down our conversation. But, yes, I really, really like Sara. And we should be movie characters.
We also walked into town and saw nine people we knew. It was very strange. We saw two of them working at Peet's, one of whom was Darren (is that the way he spells his name?) Belisario, who previously dated Sara and Annina and Liz. But, um, a really long time ago. Like, five years ago. Anyway, he's all geeky and has glasses and braces and everything, and the really funny thing was that yesterday I was in Peet's as well, and I thought that despite his theoretical unattractiveness he actually was kind of attractive. And Sara said something similar, and I agreed with her, and it was all entertaining.
You don't actually have to leave comments here, because this entry is probably only of interest to myself. I mean, it's a literal recounting of everything I did yesterday. I think maybe I take the "diary" concept too seriously.
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| Is there some sort of boycott? |
[24 Aug 2003|01:31pm] |
Is there a "Do Not Leave Phoebe Comments" movement all of a sudden? I feel all ignored. [frown]
Anyway, several things:
1. The air today vaguely hints that it will be fall in a couple of weeks. I am so incredibly excited about this. Fall in New England is the pinnacle of human existence. I am also so incredibly excited about school starting. I haven't even got all my notebooks and everything.
2. The other day I read over all my Free Open Diary entries. You know how in general, you hate things you've written a year ago and always, always think that you sound incredibly immature and write very poorly? Well, I just love everything I wrote in it. I think I like me then almost better than I like me now. This makes me happy, because when I feel otherwise I feel that my year-ago self was inadequate. The only complaint I have is that I swear too much. Otherwise, I absolutely adore all my diary entries. This is highly strange, I recognize.
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| My headphones are being fixed. |
[23 Aug 2003|02:58pm] |
I am the happiest girl alive!
The wire inside that connects the main body of the headphones to the metal thing that you stick in the socket tore free of the metal thing. They are being fixed. I [i]think[/i] that they'll look exactly the same. If they don't look exactly the same, I'll try not to cry. They're being fixed by a speed freak. Sort of. My father woke me up by coming into my room and saying "Your headphones are being fixed. Talking to the man who is fixing them is exactly like being on amphetamines." Later I asked him if I had dreamed this, but, in fact, it is the truth.
That was the salient part of the entry, but I should add that I wake up each morning by setting my stereo to play "Lust for Life" by Iggy Pop (it's the first song on the Trainspotting soundtrack). I think that the reason that this actually succeeds in waking me up is that since I've woken up to the song, I'm now conditioned to wake up when I hear it. This is a lot like how I'm conditioned to go to sleep by David Copperfield, because my father would read it to me when I was in bed and going to sleep. This is the only song that's every continuously worked to wake me up -- I can sleep through "Irresponsible Hate Anthem." Personally I find that a little alarming.
I'm really happy that my headphones are being fixed. Now I can listen to "Animals" and also watch movies.
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