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of montreal concert 07= one of the best concerts i've ever been to. when you dance your brains out and kevin barnes smiles and waves right at you thats when you know its good.
but now i'm sick bleck blech blackh, goopy nose hot eyeballs itchy throat awww
instead of doing homework today i rummaged through my basement. i found a lot of things that made me laugh. there were middle school yearbooks and i read all the signatures people had left. it's funny to see how things have changed. i especially lol'd at one that read "mona i never told you this, but i think you're smokin' hot! like a tamale!". i remember being especially delighted reading that one back in the day. i found a notebook where i wrote down where i and all of my friends were on the princess scale. in it there was also basic info like who our boyfriends were, what were our favorite tv shows, what were our favorite activities... i'm pretty sure that in the entry i did for myself i made up a boyfriend named jake. at that point in my life i didnt even know anyone named jake. then i found what i think is my mom's old diary. it was all written in korean though so i didn't read it. pressed between the pages there were some old photos of her from 93 lookin like a babe. and then i found childhood photos. nostalgiaaaaa. . . . .
What we want most is to be held... and told... that everything (everything is a funny thing, is baby milk and Papa's eyes, is roaring logs on a cold morning, is hoot owls and the boy who makes you cry after school, is Mama's long hair, is being afraid, and twisted faces on the bedroom wall)... everything is going to be all right.
but now i'm sick bleck blech blackh, goopy nose hot eyeballs itchy throat awww
instead of doing homework today i rummaged through my basement. i found a lot of things that made me laugh. there were middle school yearbooks and i read all the signatures people had left. it's funny to see how things have changed. i especially lol'd at one that read "mona i never told you this, but i think you're smokin' hot! like a tamale!". i remember being especially delighted reading that one back in the day. i found a notebook where i wrote down where i and all of my friends were on the princess scale. in it there was also basic info like who our boyfriends were, what were our favorite tv shows, what were our favorite activities... i'm pretty sure that in the entry i did for myself i made up a boyfriend named jake. at that point in my life i didnt even know anyone named jake. then i found what i think is my mom's old diary. it was all written in korean though so i didn't read it. pressed between the pages there were some old photos of her from 93 lookin like a babe. and then i found childhood photos. nostalgiaaaaa. . . . .
What we want most is to be held... and told... that everything (everything is a funny thing, is baby milk and Papa's eyes, is roaring logs on a cold morning, is hoot owls and the boy who makes you cry after school, is Mama's long hair, is being afraid, and twisted faces on the bedroom wall)... everything is going to be all right.