today: today was so rainy and sad and beautiful and it felt like being in love because everything was so increadibly horrible but i just didn't care at all. and my headphones broke, and mike has mono, and i worked hard on my homework to not have any of my teachers come in, and i lost everything, and lunch was wet so we went to indian food and it was so horrible and i could go on but the point is that none of this bothered me at all. afterschool i took the r train up/down into brooklyn (bayridge) to meet up with dorine who said she'd cut her hair for me for free because she's just v. lovely like that. and of course, because this was such an increadible no good v. bad (but actually really okay) day i got lost and ended up wandering around brooklyn in the rain for a while and it was so beautiful and so much like this one day back in may but the catch is that this time it was just me and modest mouse streaming out of one headphone with the shaddow of the bayridge towers a couple of dozens of blocks away. but finnally i wandered into where her shop is and i decided to get bangs and to be honest. i have the worst hair cut that the world has ever (i repeat ever) seen. as usual its another one i stole from some picture of bjork (good fun) but. yeah. it looked good for fourty seconds and that was the end. but hair grows back and that's what matters. so then i came home again, feeling alright about my hair and come home and my dad laughs at me and tells me that regardless he'll always think i'm beaitful (thanks dad) and tiff calls and things are aparently so bad with iliya and i feel so bad because we barely talk these days because we both don't have lives but really actually do and it's complicated but we just live in different social groups and classes and it's bad and such but i love her so much.
tomorrow: two of my teachers have annouced that they're going to be absent tomorrow (my second half of the day(!!!)) so. i'm cutting of course and heading up and out to bayridge to watch brian record and take photos and make out or whatever the fuck we do these days (which is not fucking), which also means that we'll probably both just end up bailing on eachother and he'll get drunk with denny and i'll sit in the rain with people and bum ciggarettes and be happy. but that's just the way we live our lives.