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hey everyone.
I'm so tired! holy shit. I semi-slept in english today - tucker got danny to poke me so I would stop. I almost fell asleep during the movie in history. and I sort of slept in math, until mr. porter poked me. The only class I didn't almost sleep in was chem, and that's because we were doing a lab so I was standing. I slept from 7 til 9 tonight....so I'm sort of fucked for work. I'm going to new york friday, so I really have to give my eliot journals early....FUCK. I've got about half of prufrock and hollow men and that's it...which means I have to write a lot of stuff tomorrow night. like...10 pages worth of stuff. I'm so retarded...blah.
Why would they make us have double english and double math in the same day? So tiring. We were let out 7 minutes late of english, and mr tucker wrote me a note to excuse my late. Mme Bouchard spazzed at me when I got in the class! so ... pointless. she calmed down and talked to me at the end of class, though. I guess she was just stressed out or something.
good news...I'm not as sad as I was before. whenever this kind of stuff happens with me my emotions go up and down for a while...so who knows how i'll be. I just feel really cursed...cuz the last three times I've told my parents about a girl it's gotten fucked up within a week. Twice it happened the next day! lol. God must hate me...now allow me to go listen some simple plan or something. So in the spirit of superstition...no more telling them stuff. whatever...I'll get over all this eventually. i will still post some lyrics for two different songs...
Consider this a letter that I never sent
However inconsiderate it seems
Do you still consider me,
consider me the boy you laughed with
or that you learned to live without?... I suck,
I know I'm late,
I know you waited
You wouldn't get me on the phone
And you couldn't make me not alone
My phone bills stacked up by my bedside,
with your picture, you're looking surprised
You're what makes New England so great
My island nights are all spent dying
Wait for summer to become wrought with lips,
my wishful thinking
Laetitia, you destroy me,
so I can't see why I feel so lonely
when you and me could be forever
perfectly perfect together. I know.
Broken down in my dead bedroom,
stuttering to pictures of you.
I know that you can always see me.
I saw you staring through my TV last night.
So I'll leave the door open all night,
in case you decide you want to stop on by.
Because you got to know who's been singing that song on the radio.
The one that goes...(the one that goes...)
My friends all call me crazy cause I
stay up late anticipating,
and planning for the day I sweep you
off your feet, I'd never leave you alone.
Laetitia, you got my hand shaking,
I'm begging you oh baby please stop breaking
my heart because I got the feeling
that you and I will never really get it on.
Girl, come to me.
The only broken-hearted loser you'll ever need,
or I'll be left alone forever with my magazines.
Jesse Lacey is my hero.
oh yeah. today I was trying to be funny while we were selling warchild dinner tickets. I said "tell all the girls in your grade I'll go out with them if they come to the dinner." lol. I'm such a moron. so now the guy in level 1 or 2 that I said this to thinks I'm an arrogant jerk. meh.
Tomorrow I have fusion band. it should be really fun...I missed last week unfortunately cuz I forgot my guitar at home. Apparently we're doing ray charles and the mamas and papas :D
quote of the day, from Mr. Porter:
"A teacher should not use a textbook in the same way that a drunk would use a lamppost. Textbooks are for illumination, not support." lol. I love that.
and there's also the parody arden and i came up with of 'pain'. "they took my brain away/ give it back/ give it baaaack" hah. we were tired, ok?