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I meant to do a real update, but I've been brooding for forever, it seems like. I have that drained, resentful feeling I had during the 2 Weeks of Silence That Were and Must Never Be Again. So... you people get this fluff instead:
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1) I remember the grim looks whenever I'd get on a concrete partition or crouched to jump over a ditch. Man...
2) I remember that... practice for the spring concert. The big oooh-ahhh merging of Jerger, Scott, and... um... that other school. Douglass! And I hated you-- you complacent little ho with your silver trumpet and enviable history with Rasheda. (I don't know why I found peeing in closets enviable.) You looked like a giant chipmunk to me. Gosh... and then on the first day of sixth grade, we were instant friends. And you still looked like a chipmunk. :3
3) I remember that shirt. A heathered green 3/4 sleeve shirt from JC Penney that I was so damn proud of. Too bad I didn't think to buy a bra with padded cups... If only Ms. Bland's classroom hadn't been so cold...
4) Hong Yip lunches and MacGyver and ice pops and frisbees on the roof. Yep, yep.
5) God, I'm so glad I have my own phone now.
6) *shudder* Inverse pedophilia. Damn. ALL I wanted was another Coke! Did he have to clasp my hand and mutter crap? Yeesh. This is how they train Don Juans... put them to work as waiters at age 10 and offer them Cracker Jacks if they molest or otherwise harass customers.
7) Carefree. And bored. And drinking Kool-Aid out of wine glasses.
8) Hmm. That's about as vague as you can get. Was this a college call or a high school call? Sleepover... *scritches head*
9) God that was fecked up. Nuff said.
10) So many things. 'Chippy.' Brad. Josh-on-Robert-on-John-on-Paul-on-Corey-on-Steven speculations. The rancor toward Josh Harris. The bemusement as to why Audrey never wore a bra. The circle of fifths. 'Mr. Roboto.' Bananas and Katy Rhodes. Poor Ms. Tamala 'Thighs.' Moaning 'If Mr. Daniel were here...' Waiting for Lee Brown to fart again. Waiting for the clarinets to shut their pie holes. Marching around and around and around the track...
11) I hate it when thoughts like that pop in my head. It's like they spread until my whole mind is black... and then 5 minutes later I realize I'm about to cry over, literally, nothing. But have no fear, for I am immortal. And don't play chicken at dusk anymore. :)
12) That feckin' game. And remember 'Jump,' with the idiotic monkeys on a seesaw? Grrrrr.
13) I still have a vague dread of boob-on-boob contact. And guys in general are a-holes, so I don't really hug them either. But I rub people on the shoulder, or kinda-sorta hug them from the side. It's funny, 'cause I'll overtly poke people's boobs sometimes, and they poke mine, but boob-on-boob is just... reminds me of hugging my aunts and accidentally looking down their shirts. *shudder* We should've hugged though. In front of Sam. Hehehe.
14) Unh! Edward and the farting! And Mrs. Hennessey screeching 'Minus one!!'
And Benjamin being... Benjamin... and calling your man Vercingetorix a loser. And market day, when I got a whole can of pineapple rings from Rafael Lee because nobody bought them. And your weird quiche. o.O
15) Ah yes... glaring at dumb teens orbiting the parking lot in their dumb cars... rummaging through Beall's crap... walking to Taco Bell... dodging people you knew... you claiming to be Jewish to some nutjob Christian lady... Rasheda pretending to masturbate herself and others with a giant novelty candy cane during Dracula 2000... good times.
16) Burning rubber really doesn't smell good. Especially in Clyde, who is a senior citizen among autos.
17) That was simultaneously funny and insulting. I wasn't all that bad... but the truck sucked. No handling at all. I'm a bit surprised it never flipped onto its side.
18) Man, that was random... and satisfying. Until Mrs. Sears gave me detention because 'he could have been hurt.' Psh. Then I cried, because that's what I do. And then Mr. Ziegler liberated me after I'd copied 8 definitions. It's grand being a teacher's pet, sometimes.
19) *shudder* O, eternal shame! Luckily, it only took me a week being in a class with him to figure out he was an ass. How disappointing.
20) I almost cried when I said the l-word. I think we should have a code; whenever one of us says 'I'm quite fond of fleas,' it means 'I love you.' Eh? Okay, that one sucks, but ya know. ;)
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