i haven't updated in days..
why hello again!
so we went on the speech trip to state competitions this weekend. everybody did really well, receiving, as far as i know, all 1's and 2's. so it's on to all-state. we'll have to see if we get nominated to preform. max and mine ensemble received straight ones. so i would have to say i'm happy with that.
but i got no sleep on the fucking trip. yesterday, when i got home, after i'd had my fun, i went home and got in bed by, i would have to say, 11:30. the next thing i know my dad wakes me and informs me that it is now three. shit. that's fifteen hours. i am so rested now. although i need to go to bed so i can wake up tomorow and not die.
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this is going to be a busy week! i've got school (ick) and then aleeza's flight gets in at nine on thursday and art club and curators and the art club valentine's day party after school thursday. then no classes for four whole days in which i will be doing nothing but fucking awsome things with aleeza and anyone who joins us.
i'm going to make sure she comes to school on the following tuesday to see everybody. it'll be sweet.
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CARE FOR YOUR CUNT DAY
Wed.* February 11th * 4:30pm * emily’s house
we will be exploring various locations in our quest for a happier cunt
questions? ask me. 354-7026
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decided i'll probably stay here next year, unless something quite unforseen comes into play. apartment. college. work. people. doesn't sound too bad after all. i guess i was expecting something life shattering when i went off to college. i guess i had it in my mind that i was going to go live this, i donno, more sophisticated life in some big city and make some big name for myself somewhere. but instead i've found that maybe the growth i'm supposed to be enduring (how are any of us sure these sort of things, really) is the development of my compromise between reality and dreams. my "dreams" aren't coming through, due in equal part to fate and choice, and i have had a hard time realizing thus.
i'll get over it.
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just about one tri of high school left. and for most of it i'll be gone. sweet.
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more stolen cds:
zooquarium
johnny cash-folsom prison
fiona apple-when the pawn hits
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so my mom is makeing this photo album for my graduation with all these pictures of me, it's in alphabet form, ie, H is for halloween with pictures of halloween throughout the first 18 years of my life. she's cute about the whole thing, takeing it real serious and employing me to think up categories for different letters. after i'd finished smoking the other evening, she came to me and was asking me to think up some words to correspond with the letters. so it came to j and i laughed and said "how about 'j for jacking off' and the article i did for the paper on the middle of the page". i could just imagine the comedy of my grandparents flipping that page. she blushed, smiled and said "you seriously think that's funny?". "yeah, it's hilarious". "emily, that is in such bad taste." "it's funny." she smiled, slightly laughed and left the room.
sometimes i wonder what my mother must think of me. she acts surprised when i say/do/repeat some things. poor mommy.
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stupid american news. their STILL talking about the "jackson/timberlake incident".
xxxxx,
emily
so we went on the speech trip to state competitions this weekend. everybody did really well, receiving, as far as i know, all 1's and 2's. so it's on to all-state. we'll have to see if we get nominated to preform. max and mine ensemble received straight ones. so i would have to say i'm happy with that.
but i got no sleep on the fucking trip. yesterday, when i got home, after i'd had my fun, i went home and got in bed by, i would have to say, 11:30. the next thing i know my dad wakes me and informs me that it is now three. shit. that's fifteen hours. i am so rested now. although i need to go to bed so i can wake up tomorow and not die.
********************
this is going to be a busy week! i've got school (ick) and then aleeza's flight gets in at nine on thursday and art club and curators and the art club valentine's day party after school thursday. then no classes for four whole days in which i will be doing nothing but fucking awsome things with aleeza and anyone who joins us.
i'm going to make sure she comes to school on the following tuesday to see everybody. it'll be sweet.
*******************
CARE FOR YOUR CUNT DAY
Wed.* February 11th * 4:30pm * emily’s house
we will be exploring various locations in our quest for a happier cunt
questions? ask me. 354-7026
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decided i'll probably stay here next year, unless something quite unforseen comes into play. apartment. college. work. people. doesn't sound too bad after all. i guess i was expecting something life shattering when i went off to college. i guess i had it in my mind that i was going to go live this, i donno, more sophisticated life in some big city and make some big name for myself somewhere. but instead i've found that maybe the growth i'm supposed to be enduring (how are any of us sure these sort of things, really) is the development of my compromise between reality and dreams. my "dreams" aren't coming through, due in equal part to fate and choice, and i have had a hard time realizing thus.
i'll get over it.
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just about one tri of high school left. and for most of it i'll be gone. sweet.
*******************
more stolen cds:
zooquarium
johnny cash-folsom prison
fiona apple-when the pawn hits
******************
so my mom is makeing this photo album for my graduation with all these pictures of me, it's in alphabet form, ie, H is for halloween with pictures of halloween throughout the first 18 years of my life. she's cute about the whole thing, takeing it real serious and employing me to think up categories for different letters. after i'd finished smoking the other evening, she came to me and was asking me to think up some words to correspond with the letters. so it came to j and i laughed and said "how about 'j for jacking off' and the article i did for the paper on the middle of the page". i could just imagine the comedy of my grandparents flipping that page. she blushed, smiled and said "you seriously think that's funny?". "yeah, it's hilarious". "emily, that is in such bad taste." "it's funny." she smiled, slightly laughed and left the room.
sometimes i wonder what my mother must think of me. she acts surprised when i say/do/repeat some things. poor mommy.
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stupid american news. their STILL talking about the "jackson/timberlake incident".
xxxxx,
emily