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Friday, December 6th, 2002
running
little blake + i hung out for a few hours this evening. we hadn't hung out in so long, so it was nice to see him again. we drove to beth's house, because we were SUPPOSED to go to coushatta to pick up her guitar, but shit hit the ceiling with her + her mother. therefore, blake + i hung out in her room talking about sex + boys for an hour (thinking beth was going to be able to bounce with us until we found out her mother said she had to stay home). "there's only one boy i want to have sex with for the rest of my life.. + i'm fine with that." "katie! what happened to you!?"
i played fur elise for beth's little sister + hit on her three year old brother.
fun times.
after that, blake + i went to the mall.
i wore really ugly make up tonight + i found a black + white marilyn monroe purse + looked at it more closely + said to the manager, "this is anna nicole smith!" + she said, "no, it's MARILYN MONROE." + i said, "no it's not." "yes it is." "no it's not." "YES IT IS." + i walked out. + we went into express because they USUALLY have really EXPENSIVE cute jackets, but not this winter. UGLY. come guys, say it out loud. UUUGGGLLLYYY. i found this really cute red dress though. of course i didn't buy it. i found this really ugly skirt too. i want it.
blake + i rode around singing along with my ani cds. very nice.
in thirty minutes it will be: NINETEEN DAYS. yo, sis. we down in the TEENS baby. ;)
katie labonasky, whatever happened?
i spent a good solid hour looking for old friends on this LJ search engine thing. found phillip. all of katies old journals. i was surprised to see one of her old LJ names is actually dilate! i want that username. i think there's a part of me that's so obsessed with the past because my friendships and the things i went through felt so unique to me. the people i met were the most colorful, i've not met anyone since then that has struck such a chord. they were the punks. the ones i looked up to. i remember first setting eyes on mike mcgill outside books a million with beth at my side. years of friendship would ensue.
matt harrington. katie labonasky. mike mcgill. meagan rush. we all loved to hate each other. now we're all over the world, it's all changed. i know change happens, i just wish i could get in touch with some of them sometime.
i should lie down. i won't sleep, though, because i'm out of benadryl. damnit.
running
little blake + i hung out for a few hours this evening. we hadn't hung out in so long, so it was nice to see him again. we drove to beth's house, because we were SUPPOSED to go to coushatta to pick up her guitar, but shit hit the ceiling with her + her mother. therefore, blake + i hung out in her room talking about sex + boys for an hour (thinking beth was going to be able to bounce with us until we found out her mother said she had to stay home). "there's only one boy i want to have sex with for the rest of my life.. + i'm fine with that." "katie! what happened to you!?"
i played fur elise for beth's little sister + hit on her three year old brother.
fun times.
after that, blake + i went to the mall.
i wore really ugly make up tonight + i found a black + white marilyn monroe purse + looked at it more closely + said to the manager, "this is anna nicole smith!" + she said, "no, it's MARILYN MONROE." + i said, "no it's not." "yes it is." "no it's not." "YES IT IS." + i walked out. + we went into express because they USUALLY have really EXPENSIVE cute jackets, but not this winter. UGLY. come guys, say it out loud. UUUGGGLLLYYY. i found this really cute red dress though. of course i didn't buy it. i found this really ugly skirt too. i want it.
blake + i rode around singing along with my ani cds. very nice.
in thirty minutes it will be: NINETEEN DAYS. yo, sis. we down in the TEENS baby. ;)
katie labonasky, whatever happened?
i spent a good solid hour looking for old friends on this LJ search engine thing. found phillip. all of katies old journals. i was surprised to see one of her old LJ names is actually dilate! i want that username. i think there's a part of me that's so obsessed with the past because my friendships and the things i went through felt so unique to me. the people i met were the most colorful, i've not met anyone since then that has struck such a chord. they were the punks. the ones i looked up to. i remember first setting eyes on mike mcgill outside books a million with beth at my side. years of friendship would ensue.
matt harrington. katie labonasky. mike mcgill. meagan rush. we all loved to hate each other. now we're all over the world, it's all changed. i know change happens, i just wish i could get in touch with some of them sometime.
i should lie down. i won't sleep, though, because i'm out of benadryl. damnit.