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I'm so tired. I have a feeling this is gonna be a long entry, so buckle down & enjoy. I'm more creative when I am tired, for some reason. Usually I write poems when I'm sad, but when I'm tired whatever comes out is just craziness...and lacks all sense. So sorry if I misspell words or make grammar mistakes. Whatever pops into my head, I will write.
I'm currently reading "Me Talk Pretty One Day." It's a veryy good. The author is hilarious, and writes about the most ridiculous things. I wish my life was more interesting, so I could write an autobiography. Maybe I'll wait a few years. This guy is gay, lived in France for a while, was a drug addict...yeah, I don't think I could top that...My life: wake up, go to work, sleep, maybe hang out downtown or somewhere. No boyfriend, no crazy job...no drugs or anything to add a teeny bit of entertainment to my audience.
The reason for my tiredness is this: last night I stayed up til 2 am, mangaged to write/illustrate a poem about a fish, and was convinced someone was going to rob the house cuz I heard the gate open. I got no sleep at all.
Yesterday was the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and TV on the Radio free show @ City Hall Plaza. I went hoping to bump into some friends / meet new people, but none of that really happened. We bumped into my sisters friends...then left early to meet Nicole's boyfriend at a bus stop. Me & Brittany got split up from Nicole & Ren, so we took a pedicab to the McDonalds in Chinatown to meet up with them. Pedicabs=awesome. Phil is our savior. Of course, we could not stop laughing when we hopped on, but by the end of our ride we were enjoying ourselves!! So after a brief Marylin Monroe moment, a Johnny Cupcake encounter, lemon stealing, apple turnover, party boying....my night was done.
So I stopped reading "Me Talk Pretty..." earlier cuz my eyes were sore from reading and from being tired. I stumbled out of my room and entered the kitchen. I made some tea and cut a piece of Liz's bday cake and plopped into a seat in front of the mini TV. PBS was on, and some guy with long hair and a violin sang in front of a crowd full of old people dancing and singing. It was a different language, Italian, I think. They said he was very popular in Boston and was having a concert in April. I've never heard of him, so I dunno how he's popular...maybe to the people who like to waltz and stuff but for some reason I couldn't change the channel. This guy amazed me...
Anyways, I started to read the Herald. It took me about an hour to finish...killing my eyesight even more. I really need to find my glasses. Things in the news today are just disturbing. I bet people will be scared to go on planes again..making terrorists the winners. I moved on...I think its kinda funny how they have the obituaries and then the comics...ironic in a way. I guess it's just to balance it out. I read the obituaries...I love the ones when they're of people aged 90+...those are always the most interesting. Or the ones with people younger, but lived a full life nonetheless.
Okay, well I think this is getting too long. I go back to school August 29th =( I d o n ' t w a n t t o g o b a c k. But I love the idea of being a senior. I hope I get into a college that I wanna go to, not one that my mom wants. I definitely wanna major in creative writing...that's all I know so far.
<3 Teresa
I'm currently reading "Me Talk Pretty One Day." It's a veryy good. The author is hilarious, and writes about the most ridiculous things. I wish my life was more interesting, so I could write an autobiography. Maybe I'll wait a few years. This guy is gay, lived in France for a while, was a drug addict...yeah, I don't think I could top that...My life: wake up, go to work, sleep, maybe hang out downtown or somewhere. No boyfriend, no crazy job...no drugs or anything to add a teeny bit of entertainment to my audience.
The reason for my tiredness is this: last night I stayed up til 2 am, mangaged to write/illustrate a poem about a fish, and was convinced someone was going to rob the house cuz I heard the gate open. I got no sleep at all.
Yesterday was the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and TV on the Radio free show @ City Hall Plaza. I went hoping to bump into some friends / meet new people, but none of that really happened. We bumped into my sisters friends...then left early to meet Nicole's boyfriend at a bus stop. Me & Brittany got split up from Nicole & Ren, so we took a pedicab to the McDonalds in Chinatown to meet up with them. Pedicabs=awesome. Phil is our savior. Of course, we could not stop laughing when we hopped on, but by the end of our ride we were enjoying ourselves!! So after a brief Marylin Monroe moment, a Johnny Cupcake encounter, lemon stealing, apple turnover, party boying....my night was done.
So I stopped reading "Me Talk Pretty..." earlier cuz my eyes were sore from reading and from being tired. I stumbled out of my room and entered the kitchen. I made some tea and cut a piece of Liz's bday cake and plopped into a seat in front of the mini TV. PBS was on, and some guy with long hair and a violin sang in front of a crowd full of old people dancing and singing. It was a different language, Italian, I think. They said he was very popular in Boston and was having a concert in April. I've never heard of him, so I dunno how he's popular...maybe to the people who like to waltz and stuff but for some reason I couldn't change the channel. This guy amazed me...
Anyways, I started to read the Herald. It took me about an hour to finish...killing my eyesight even more. I really need to find my glasses. Things in the news today are just disturbing. I bet people will be scared to go on planes again..making terrorists the winners. I moved on...I think its kinda funny how they have the obituaries and then the comics...ironic in a way. I guess it's just to balance it out. I read the obituaries...I love the ones when they're of people aged 90+...those are always the most interesting. Or the ones with people younger, but lived a full life nonetheless.
Okay, well I think this is getting too long. I go back to school August 29th =( I d o n ' t w a n t t o g o b a c k. But I love the idea of being a senior. I hope I get into a college that I wanna go to, not one that my mom wants. I definitely wanna major in creative writing...that's all I know so far.
<3 Teresa