black people use y's in place of the letter i. bryce.
stevijuneharris: i havent seen dana since he came back
stevijuneharris: but he really loves you
stevijuneharris: so he might end up crying on the way home, because you dont like him
I downloaded a whole bunch of Blink 182 and I'm pretty sure that isn't a good thing.
But I love it, for serious.
Blink 182 makes me feel a whole lot younger and I'm pretty sure that is a good thing.
hip replacer: i wanna see blink 182.
hip replacer: not in a giant place. but in a small place. like a little garage or cafe.
stevijuneharris: they probably only play in giant places
stevijuneharris: they're like, the beatles.
I keep crying and smiling at the same time, and then sometimes I can't tell the difference between sobs and laughs. Stevi is a really good friend, even though she isn't the brightest crayon in the box and sometimes she is a bit silly.
In seventh grade, when we were first bestfriends, she used to have really bad acne on her forehead because of the way her hair was cut.
In seventh grade, she signed up for dance as her elective, even though she really sucked at it. My favourite dance was when her class danced to Thriller and she had to wear a werewolf mask.
In seventh grade, her favourite band was Backstreet Boys.
We never had a class together because I was smarter than her and I always got put into these boring advanced classes.
stevijuneharris: i really didnt like singing, i swear
stevijuneharris: i did pick dance though
stevijuneharris: even though i'm fat
In eighth grade, she was placed in the only elective class that wasn't full, but choir really wasn't her thing. Her teacher was fat, and he always used a cowbell to keep the beat. Like Will Ferrel in that stupid SNL skit of Blue Oyster Cult playing 'Don't Fear the Reaper.'
We used to make fun of him. His name was Mr. Kindred. He got liposuction a couple years ago, so his skin just kinda sags off his frame in a really depressing sort of way.
In eighth grade, I told her to listen to Blink 182 because I saw them play once, when I was in fourth grade. I don't remember if that was a joke or not, but I'm listening to Blink 182 now.
stevijuneharris: i miss the trampoline
In the summer, we would sleep on her giant trampoline she had in her backyard and in the morning, our blankets would be soaked through and freezing. We'd wake up and sleep inside. I loved it.
hip replacer: remember ricky brierly?
hip replacer: he wasn't even that good looking. and he was stupid.
stevijuneharris: and you were in love with him for three years!
stevijuneharris: and he went out with Rocki who doesnt even like boys
hip replacer: isn't that amazing?
stevijuneharris: yes, but you're way cuter than her
hip replacer: i stopped liking him after he dated her.
stevijuneharris: sure you did
stevijuneharris: you still like him now, liar
We're going to see Against Me! tomorrow, and its sorta weird. I feel like I shouldn't be going, like I have more important things to do. But I don't. I was going to take some badass photos at the show, but I decided not to. This is probably the last time, or only time in a long time, that I'm going to be seeing them. I don't wanna go by myself to see Against Me! and I don't wanna go with anyone except Stevi.
So, I'm not taking my camera tomorrow. It's gonna be a more personal experience, I think. We'll probably get drunk, even though I don't care for being drunk in front of strangers. I'm going to dance the fuck out of the place, even though I hate dancing in front of people. I'll sing my lungs out and be unable to speak for a few days. I'll sweat all over people I've never met, I'll press up against strange men and ugly girls, I think I'm really going to enjoy myself tomorrow.
The car ride home is gonna be good. We'll roll all the windows down, so our sweat freezes to our skin, but you can't even hear the air rush by because your ears are ringing so god damned loud. We'll listen to music at the loudest possible level and we'll know all the words and we'll sing and we'll dance in our seats. We'll stop at a gas station to pay 2.99 for a gallon and we'll dance the fuck out of the parking lot. We'll get back into the car and fall asleep, because you know thats just how it happens. Joe will drive us the rest of the way home, all quiet. Sometimes I'm sure no one is asleep, but no one ever says anything.
I love tomorrow.
Even all the tomorrows after tomorrow.
love, Leah
stevijuneharris: but he really loves you
stevijuneharris: so he might end up crying on the way home, because you dont like him
I downloaded a whole bunch of Blink 182 and I'm pretty sure that isn't a good thing.
But I love it, for serious.
Blink 182 makes me feel a whole lot younger and I'm pretty sure that is a good thing.
hip replacer: i wanna see blink 182.
hip replacer: not in a giant place. but in a small place. like a little garage or cafe.
stevijuneharris: they probably only play in giant places
stevijuneharris: they're like, the beatles.
I keep crying and smiling at the same time, and then sometimes I can't tell the difference between sobs and laughs. Stevi is a really good friend, even though she isn't the brightest crayon in the box and sometimes she is a bit silly.
In seventh grade, when we were first bestfriends, she used to have really bad acne on her forehead because of the way her hair was cut.
In seventh grade, she signed up for dance as her elective, even though she really sucked at it. My favourite dance was when her class danced to Thriller and she had to wear a werewolf mask.
In seventh grade, her favourite band was Backstreet Boys.
We never had a class together because I was smarter than her and I always got put into these boring advanced classes.
stevijuneharris: i really didnt like singing, i swear
stevijuneharris: i did pick dance though
stevijuneharris: even though i'm fat
In eighth grade, she was placed in the only elective class that wasn't full, but choir really wasn't her thing. Her teacher was fat, and he always used a cowbell to keep the beat. Like Will Ferrel in that stupid SNL skit of Blue Oyster Cult playing 'Don't Fear the Reaper.'
We used to make fun of him. His name was Mr. Kindred. He got liposuction a couple years ago, so his skin just kinda sags off his frame in a really depressing sort of way.
In eighth grade, I told her to listen to Blink 182 because I saw them play once, when I was in fourth grade. I don't remember if that was a joke or not, but I'm listening to Blink 182 now.
stevijuneharris: i miss the trampoline
In the summer, we would sleep on her giant trampoline she had in her backyard and in the morning, our blankets would be soaked through and freezing. We'd wake up and sleep inside. I loved it.
hip replacer: remember ricky brierly?
hip replacer: he wasn't even that good looking. and he was stupid.
stevijuneharris: and you were in love with him for three years!
stevijuneharris: and he went out with Rocki who doesnt even like boys
hip replacer: isn't that amazing?
stevijuneharris: yes, but you're way cuter than her
hip replacer: i stopped liking him after he dated her.
stevijuneharris: sure you did
stevijuneharris: you still like him now, liar
We're going to see Against Me! tomorrow, and its sorta weird. I feel like I shouldn't be going, like I have more important things to do. But I don't. I was going to take some badass photos at the show, but I decided not to. This is probably the last time, or only time in a long time, that I'm going to be seeing them. I don't wanna go by myself to see Against Me! and I don't wanna go with anyone except Stevi.
So, I'm not taking my camera tomorrow. It's gonna be a more personal experience, I think. We'll probably get drunk, even though I don't care for being drunk in front of strangers. I'm going to dance the fuck out of the place, even though I hate dancing in front of people. I'll sing my lungs out and be unable to speak for a few days. I'll sweat all over people I've never met, I'll press up against strange men and ugly girls, I think I'm really going to enjoy myself tomorrow.
The car ride home is gonna be good. We'll roll all the windows down, so our sweat freezes to our skin, but you can't even hear the air rush by because your ears are ringing so god damned loud. We'll listen to music at the loudest possible level and we'll know all the words and we'll sing and we'll dance in our seats. We'll stop at a gas station to pay 2.99 for a gallon and we'll dance the fuck out of the parking lot. We'll get back into the car and fall asleep, because you know thats just how it happens. Joe will drive us the rest of the way home, all quiet. Sometimes I'm sure no one is asleep, but no one ever says anything.
I love tomorrow.
Even all the tomorrows after tomorrow.
love, Leah