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oh my dear sweet life.
what the hell are you doing?
i've been busy. very busy. i really don't use this thing anymore. i'm just gonna talk about this past weekend.
A T L as bui calls it. who's leaving in a week to move to texas, by the way. i'm going to cry.
ANYWHO. atl!
well... i leave right after school with kyle tara and dionne for georgia. nothing interesting there (or anywhere in this entry).
get there. stay up and talk with reid for a while. i love reid (kid my age who has been scared of me my whole life and actually spoke to/hung out with me this weekend). we will be married.
saturday we had to spend almost all day at IKEA, which is cool under normal circumstances but wasn't on saturday.
kyle and i ended up walking like 35,098 miles (i was in coach shoes, by the way. note that such contraptions are NOT made for walking) to a mallishtypeshoppingcenterthing. bought $253 worth of (beautiful) clothes. girrrrrrl.
saw wicked. again. it's less talented people every time.
lost reid at intermission. chaos. insanity.
went home (meaning the bennett's house). stayed up until 4 a.m. (note that we had to wake at 8 the next morning) talking with spencer and nate. spencer is the 17 year old who has hated me my whole life but now considers me a tolerable human. he's actually really cool after that 14 years of hatred stage wears off.
rob suggests it's because i have boobs now. since i do and all. ha.
came home sunday. again, nothing interesting. darren came over and we hung for a bit. spaghetti. yummy.
starting today i've gone healthy. we went to whole food and i bought all really healthy unallisonlike foods. my goal is to show up back at school in august and people to be like "damn, our coordinator is hot shit."
psh, good luck to that, tebbe. i give myself 2 days. MAYBE.
BRETT COMES IN THURSDAY. happiness.
i've been designing my downstairs room. it's coming along. i feel all professional with pictures and measurements and samples and shit. my room is going to be the place. oh yes, THE place.
it's gonna suck because i probably won't have a lot of time to work with it over the summer because i have so much stuff to do.
PS- michael lynn is directing guys and dolls (shut up) at brother martin this summer. do it. (please.)
michael has become one of my best friends. i've spent time the past few weekends with him and he stopped by today and i just LOOOOVE him. just saying.
i'm really worried about dionysians for next year. like seriously. i don't know how much i want to have to do with all the nonsense wich will be done. if little shop comes through at jesuit, i may be there. we shall see.
what a marvelous mess
this is all that I can do
i'm done to be me
sad, scared, small, alone, beautiful
it's supposed to be like this
i accept everything
it's supposed to be like this...
i lay down beside myself
in this feeling of pain, sadness
scared, small, climbing, crawling towards the light
and it's all i see
and i'm tired and i'm right and i'm wrong
and it's beautiful.
when everything was a mess
and everything was in place
and there's too much hurt
and, small, scared, alone
and everyone's a cynic
and it's hard and it's sweet
but it's supposed to be like this..."
what the hell are you doing?
i've been busy. very busy. i really don't use this thing anymore. i'm just gonna talk about this past weekend.
A T L as bui calls it. who's leaving in a week to move to texas, by the way. i'm going to cry.
ANYWHO. atl!
well... i leave right after school with kyle tara and dionne for georgia. nothing interesting there (or anywhere in this entry).
get there. stay up and talk with reid for a while. i love reid (kid my age who has been scared of me my whole life and actually spoke to/hung out with me this weekend). we will be married.
saturday we had to spend almost all day at IKEA, which is cool under normal circumstances but wasn't on saturday.
kyle and i ended up walking like 35,098 miles (i was in coach shoes, by the way. note that such contraptions are NOT made for walking) to a mallishtypeshoppingcenterthing. bought $253 worth of (beautiful) clothes. girrrrrrl.
saw wicked. again. it's less talented people every time.
lost reid at intermission. chaos. insanity.
went home (meaning the bennett's house). stayed up until 4 a.m. (note that we had to wake at 8 the next morning) talking with spencer and nate. spencer is the 17 year old who has hated me my whole life but now considers me a tolerable human. he's actually really cool after that 14 years of hatred stage wears off.
rob suggests it's because i have boobs now. since i do and all. ha.
came home sunday. again, nothing interesting. darren came over and we hung for a bit. spaghetti. yummy.
starting today i've gone healthy. we went to whole food and i bought all really healthy unallisonlike foods. my goal is to show up back at school in august and people to be like "damn, our coordinator is hot shit."
psh, good luck to that, tebbe. i give myself 2 days. MAYBE.
BRETT COMES IN THURSDAY. happiness.
i've been designing my downstairs room. it's coming along. i feel all professional with pictures and measurements and samples and shit. my room is going to be the place. oh yes, THE place.
it's gonna suck because i probably won't have a lot of time to work with it over the summer because i have so much stuff to do.
PS- michael lynn is directing guys and dolls (shut up) at brother martin this summer. do it. (please.)
michael has become one of my best friends. i've spent time the past few weekends with him and he stopped by today and i just LOOOOVE him. just saying.
i'm really worried about dionysians for next year. like seriously. i don't know how much i want to have to do with all the nonsense wich will be done. if little shop comes through at jesuit, i may be there. we shall see.
what a marvelous mess
this is all that I can do
i'm done to be me
sad, scared, small, alone, beautiful
it's supposed to be like this
i accept everything
it's supposed to be like this...
i lay down beside myself
in this feeling of pain, sadness
scared, small, climbing, crawling towards the light
and it's all i see
and i'm tired and i'm right and i'm wrong
and it's beautiful.
when everything was a mess
and everything was in place
and there's too much hurt
and, small, scared, alone
and everyone's a cynic
and it's hard and it's sweet
but it's supposed to be like this..."