"This is the Gun I Used When I Was a Prostitute.'
What were my elementary school colors? Black and gold. Makes sense, since we were the Hornets. Middle school? Black and gold. Understandable, since those were the colors of the Pirates. Pooesville? Home of the falcons? Falcons are black and white, dammit. Or black and grey. Or black and brown. Where does gold fit into the equation?
So. Poolesville orientation today. Had to get up and five fuckin' thirty to catch the six fucking fifteen bus at Seneca. But I got to hang out with Nathaly. At one point we started finding semi-probable reasons that would make us late for school. My personal favorite is a farmer's revolt, pitchforks mandatory. Nathaly liked my stranded cow idea.
Middle school's over. Kind of a strange concept to grasp. I'll miss Media. But according to Steph's tenth grade friend, Critics is the equivilant to Media when it comes to chillaxing.
PINEAPPLE EXPRESS WAS ONE OF THE BEST MOVIES EVER. I need to download it so I can watch it again.
Star Trek was pretty effin sweet, too. Perhaps just for the line, "I'll be monitoring your frequencies." So glad I wasn't eating popcorn, 'cause I probably would have choked to death.
I'm going to New York this weekend. My dad and I were talking about where we were gonna go and what we were gonna do when I had this epiphany: We've gone and seen everything in New York City. Very strange. New York just joined DC in my List of Cities that We've Exhausted.
I should really cut my nails. They've been really long for ages but I've been too lazy to scrounge up some nail clippers.
My sister and I plan to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer from the beginning this summer. All seven seasons. It's gonna be amazing.
Bandit Lee Way. The latest addition to the Way family. I like the name. For some reason I was talking about MCR during the weekly talking sessions between my sister and I, and when I told her Bandit's name, my sister stopped typing for a second. (She was on her laptop.) The convo went something like . . .
Moi: Yeah, Gerard popped out a kid. Well, his wife did. But he helped. Woah, that came out wrong.
Melissa: Boy or girl?
Moi: Girl.
Melissa: Name?
Moi: Bandit Lee Way.
Melissa: (Pause) I hate celebrities.
Moi: Why? You don't like the name?
Melissa: Are you kiddin? "Welcome to the wedding of William and Bandit?" That does not sound right. Poor kid'll probably end up changing her name and becoming a stripper.
Moi: Hey, at least they didn't name her Apple. Poor kid.
Melissa: Touché.
FYI: Apple's the name of Gwyneth Paltrow's kid.
But anyway, my brain is fried, despite my five hour cat-nap. I'm gonna go collapse on my bed and listen to Clair de Lune 'til I pass out.
Weekly Wednesdays. Don't forget, mofos.
So. Poolesville orientation today. Had to get up and five fuckin' thirty to catch the six fucking fifteen bus at Seneca. But I got to hang out with Nathaly. At one point we started finding semi-probable reasons that would make us late for school. My personal favorite is a farmer's revolt, pitchforks mandatory. Nathaly liked my stranded cow idea.
Middle school's over. Kind of a strange concept to grasp. I'll miss Media. But according to Steph's tenth grade friend, Critics is the equivilant to Media when it comes to chillaxing.
PINEAPPLE EXPRESS WAS ONE OF THE BEST MOVIES EVER. I need to download it so I can watch it again.
Star Trek was pretty effin sweet, too. Perhaps just for the line, "I'll be monitoring your frequencies." So glad I wasn't eating popcorn, 'cause I probably would have choked to death.
I'm going to New York this weekend. My dad and I were talking about where we were gonna go and what we were gonna do when I had this epiphany: We've gone and seen everything in New York City. Very strange. New York just joined DC in my List of Cities that We've Exhausted.
I should really cut my nails. They've been really long for ages but I've been too lazy to scrounge up some nail clippers.
My sister and I plan to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer from the beginning this summer. All seven seasons. It's gonna be amazing.
Bandit Lee Way. The latest addition to the Way family. I like the name. For some reason I was talking about MCR during the weekly talking sessions between my sister and I, and when I told her Bandit's name, my sister stopped typing for a second. (She was on her laptop.) The convo went something like . . .
Moi: Yeah, Gerard popped out a kid. Well, his wife did. But he helped. Woah, that came out wrong.
Melissa: Boy or girl?
Moi: Girl.
Melissa: Name?
Moi: Bandit Lee Way.
Melissa: (Pause) I hate celebrities.
Moi: Why? You don't like the name?
Melissa: Are you kiddin? "Welcome to the wedding of William and Bandit?" That does not sound right. Poor kid'll probably end up changing her name and becoming a stripper.
Moi: Hey, at least they didn't name her Apple. Poor kid.
Melissa: Touché.
FYI: Apple's the name of Gwyneth Paltrow's kid.
But anyway, my brain is fried, despite my five hour cat-nap. I'm gonna go collapse on my bed and listen to Clair de Lune 'til I pass out.
Weekly Wednesdays. Don't forget, mofos.