Arcades and Shades of Grey.
Mary Pham lies in her bed, sweat all over her face, disgruntled, frustrated, pessimistic as hell about the world. A girl who will become the intellectual elite in some respectable social circle, but who in the meantime must suffer from High School angst. That last sentence was directly quoted from the James, by the way. I like it a lot.
Yesterday, Kalie and I hung out at the mall and at Saver's for a bit. There is a black and white halter dress I fell in love with...I slipped it on, and I looked like a sparking china doll. However, I only had two bucks with me. I strike the face of misery. :{
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There, I have done it. Perhaps, if I pray on my good stars, the dress will still be there. After that, Kalie and I went to the Arcade's band practice. I let my good old friend, Mr. Intheclear, listen to their songs via cell. He says they sound like a videogame. Indeed, their name matches their music. Now Kalie was really getting into it all, but I think after hearing them for so long, it gets a little redundant. I did get a listen to a new song or two, though. Most of the time spent there was catching up with Kathryn. I haven't talked to her in a few months, it seems. She is so sweet. I went home early, then the rest of them went on a jolly drinking spree. But when I went home, I found out terrible news. Terrible. I wouldn't say it was heart-ripping status, but it certainly was sad news. It was news that crept up to me like a snake slithering on my legs. The venonmous fangs sinking into my calves, injecting venom, paralyzing the muscles, causing me to break out in sweat and eventually faint. The night was done.
Then, I wake to a beautiful verse of poetry, a gentle song, and an imagination so clear, it tickles and teases me on the inside. I wash my face, toussle my hair, apply nothing more than blood red lipstick and a bit of powder to cut the sheen of my skin. I leave my eyes naked this time. I wear a black top, a red hooded sweater with a black and white enamel flower pin attached, a denim pleated skirt, and black ballet flats. They weather is lidded with grey....it will be a beautiful day, babe. Immerse yourself in this melancholy yet fulfilling moment.
Yesterday, Kalie and I hung out at the mall and at Saver's for a bit. There is a black and white halter dress I fell in love with...I slipped it on, and I looked like a sparking china doll. However, I only had two bucks with me. I strike the face of misery. :{
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There, I have done it. Perhaps, if I pray on my good stars, the dress will still be there. After that, Kalie and I went to the Arcade's band practice. I let my good old friend, Mr. Intheclear, listen to their songs via cell. He says they sound like a videogame. Indeed, their name matches their music. Now Kalie was really getting into it all, but I think after hearing them for so long, it gets a little redundant. I did get a listen to a new song or two, though. Most of the time spent there was catching up with Kathryn. I haven't talked to her in a few months, it seems. She is so sweet. I went home early, then the rest of them went on a jolly drinking spree. But when I went home, I found out terrible news. Terrible. I wouldn't say it was heart-ripping status, but it certainly was sad news. It was news that crept up to me like a snake slithering on my legs. The venonmous fangs sinking into my calves, injecting venom, paralyzing the muscles, causing me to break out in sweat and eventually faint. The night was done.
Then, I wake to a beautiful verse of poetry, a gentle song, and an imagination so clear, it tickles and teases me on the inside. I wash my face, toussle my hair, apply nothing more than blood red lipstick and a bit of powder to cut the sheen of my skin. I leave my eyes naked this time. I wear a black top, a red hooded sweater with a black and white enamel flower pin attached, a denim pleated skirt, and black ballet flats. They weather is lidded with grey....it will be a beautiful day, babe. Immerse yourself in this melancholy yet fulfilling moment.