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All week I have been so emotional because of my lovely femininity. My child better be A GENIUS and be REALLY CUTE and REALLY, REALLY GOOD and the perfect child and have my hair and eyes for all I am going through for her/him/whatever.
I've been dying to update all week, but... I have nothing to say.
Except, Happy 40th Anniversary of your first American Visit, Beatles! Love!
I'm not even getting into it.
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But... SeanLennon, Malfoy1 and Malfoy2, and others who will be nameless, have been shamelessly and unwittingly taunting the poorness that is me.
Malfoys 1 and 2 are freshman and they are gorgeous. I have fallen in love with the existance that is them. Sigh.
SeanLennon now, unfortunately, knows I exsist.
I blame the fork.
Story:
Bianca and I go to Bianca's locker. I am holding Bianca's Algebra 2 book.
A hunchbacked senior, a boy called Fostai*accent* and SeanLennon himself walk by.
Hunchback stops and starts to stare rather blatently at my chest. Blanking out and not having a clue what's going on, I look at him while he stares puzzlingly at somewhere near Ringo's head on my Beatles shirt. After about 30 seconds (a really, really long time) he finally asks,
"Is that a... fork around your neck>"
"Yes. Yes it is. And my shoes don't match, see?" I look up and Fostaiaccent and SeanL are staring at me too. So I turn to each of them, stare them down, and hold up the fork for observation.
To SeanL: "See? See the fork?" About five seconds (a long time... try counting five mississippis) of silent EYE contact occurs. Then I let Ia of Fost look, albeit for a shorter time.
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And they were all giggling. Not laughing at me, not laughing with me, laughing because of me. And my fork-on-a-string. I wore it thursday complete with fishnets on my arms, a real live army shirt, my Beatles shirt, many plastic bracelets, and my two plastic rings.
I wore the fork and assorted aformentioned jewelry and fishnets on Friday as well. I think the fork will be a permanent fashion statement.
I was incredibly lonely all week during lunch. One day, I'm thinking Tuesday, Jesus himself came up to me inquiring about Pinky, and then joined me- briefly. I was copying History notes and I barely spoke to him and he left. I nearly cried as I was so lonely after I finished my history notes. No one has spoken to me at lunch, save the idiot inquiring about my wet paint tape.
I hate lunch now. I need my daily fix of Monochromatic Hippie Goodness! I need to see Malfoy1 up close! I need this! I NEED IT! I can't live without it! Tis an addiction!
...that and I've been really, really, really lonely.
RIP Carlie Brucia
Ivyette @ 8:43 PM
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I like comments.
All week I have been so emotional because of my lovely femininity. My child better be A GENIUS and be REALLY CUTE and REALLY, REALLY GOOD and the perfect child and have my hair and eyes for all I am going through for her/him/whatever.
I've been dying to update all week, but... I have nothing to say.
Except, Happy 40th Anniversary of your first American Visit, Beatles! Love!
I'm not even getting into it.
___________________________________
But... SeanLennon, Malfoy1 and Malfoy2, and others who will be nameless, have been shamelessly and unwittingly taunting the poorness that is me.
Malfoys 1 and 2 are freshman and they are gorgeous. I have fallen in love with the existance that is them. Sigh.
SeanLennon now, unfortunately, knows I exsist.
I blame the fork.
Story:
Bianca and I go to Bianca's locker. I am holding Bianca's Algebra 2 book.
A hunchbacked senior, a boy called Fostai*accent* and SeanLennon himself walk by.
Hunchback stops and starts to stare rather blatently at my chest. Blanking out and not having a clue what's going on, I look at him while he stares puzzlingly at somewhere near Ringo's head on my Beatles shirt. After about 30 seconds (a really, really long time) he finally asks,
"Is that a... fork around your neck>"
"Yes. Yes it is. And my shoes don't match, see?" I look up and Fostaiaccent and SeanL are staring at me too. So I turn to each of them, stare them down, and hold up the fork for observation.
To SeanL: "See? See the fork?" About five seconds (a long time... try counting five mississippis) of silent EYE contact occurs. Then I let Ia of Fost look, albeit for a shorter time.
...
And they were all giggling. Not laughing at me, not laughing with me, laughing because of me. And my fork-on-a-string. I wore it thursday complete with fishnets on my arms, a real live army shirt, my Beatles shirt, many plastic bracelets, and my two plastic rings.
I wore the fork and assorted aformentioned jewelry and fishnets on Friday as well. I think the fork will be a permanent fashion statement.
I was incredibly lonely all week during lunch. One day, I'm thinking Tuesday, Jesus himself came up to me inquiring about Pinky, and then joined me- briefly. I was copying History notes and I barely spoke to him and he left. I nearly cried as I was so lonely after I finished my history notes. No one has spoken to me at lunch, save the idiot inquiring about my wet paint tape.
I hate lunch now. I need my daily fix of Monochromatic Hippie Goodness! I need to see Malfoy1 up close! I need this! I NEED IT! I can't live without it! Tis an addiction!
...that and I've been really, really, really lonely.
RIP Carlie Brucia
Ivyette @ 8:43 PM