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Texas is rather fucked up. At 2:40, I’m sitting up against plywood stock on the concrete in the sun and am looking up at the sky posing for Jack’s pinhole camera photo and I have my eyes closed. I get a bad case of vertigo and the only way I know I’m still sitting upright is that I feel the sweat dripping between my boobs towards my belly button.
Exactly 30 minutes later, the sky looks bruised and welled up with tears and its sprinkling and I’m actually cold. The raindrops evaporated off the hot concrete as soon as they hit it.
So I went to Starbucks with John for lunch and I had no money and had to finish biology homework and so I sat outside bent over the macromolecules, polypeptides, and lots of carbon and he went inside for a drink and came back with two. Thanks for the frap, John.
After school, I head up to the biology room and take pictures of the butterfly cocoons. The monarch butterflies and coming out and they’re so beautiful. The cocoons are the best part though… They look like candy. Little pieces of bright green candy with rhinestones on the outside hanging from the lid of a Tupperware container.
Then I hung out in the student parking lot with The Cool Gang minus Carly-bear who wasn’t at school apparently. Me, Jack, Mark, Ian, and John. It was super windy and trying to hold back rain. We all, but Ian, have a smoke and goof off. Our lighters fight the wind. Mark busted out a guitar... in his car. Sweet times.
I just got the Danse Macabre album by The Faint! Best Buy was sold out of the Garden State Soundtrack......
Anna: "Of course I’ve seen E.T.! I wasn’t born yesterday..."
Him: "Nah. Just a whole bunch of yesterdays."
For the last week or so, I’ve lived off cereal and moonpies. This is the life. Seriously.
Mom: "Are you sure you’re not dating him...?"
Anna: "Promise. We’re just friends. We have interesting conversations. He’s this hardcore Christian far-right Republican--"
Mom: “OOOH.”
Anna walks up to Mark, Ian, and John
Anna: "How’s it hanging, boys?"
Mark: "Short, shriveled and a little to the left."
Ian: "Long, strong and hard to carry."
John: "..."
Anna: "Notice how I asked yall as a conglomerate. So I don’t want individual answers"
Ian: "Well what do you want us to say?"
Anna: "Find an average of yall’s answers."
Mark: "Hahaha So it’s medium, slightly hairy and kinda hard to carry."
Anna: "Sounds mediocre haha"
Thank you