chewing chewing chewing chewing chewing
Thank god, only seven hours of school to go until the WEEKEND.
Anyway, I should be doing work, but I heard this song on the Road To Ruin, which Tyler left in my car. We went to pick up Tiff from the airport Tuesday night - she was returning from visiting her parental units in good ol' Missouri. The airport, as usual, was amazing. Bry, Eric, Tyler, Tiff and I stood at the top of the parking garage, wind whipping our faces, city lights blinding our eyes. We must hang out here more often. On the way home, Tyler and I were enjoying the beauty of the night with our classic "cruising mode" - all windows down, music blaring, hair blowing - "Kashmir" was pumping through our ears, the discussion was of pedophilia (hahaha) - "Man," Tyler said, "I wish we had 8 minutes and 30 seconds to listen to the whole 'Kashmir'..."
"Me too, Tyler..."
A twist of fate, and we got our wish. My tendency not to pay attention to road signs led me to take a wrong turn. Thinking I was getting on i275 North, I got onto i275 south - when the Howard Franklin came into view, Tyler and I were floored - SHIT! We pulled to the side of the road to warn my parents of our mistake - a cop stopped by as we were slapping hands in delight, excited that we had more time to enjoy the music and the weahter - he seemed puzzled when we happily told him that we took the wrong exit.
Tyler and I talked of his move to San Francisco, the hopes that I will hopefully find myself out there post-graduation... our promise land, right? Unfortunately, recent research has smacked reality in my face - UC Berekely, the school I really want to attend out there, is ridiculously difficult to get accepted to, and, to boot, 97% of the students are from California. Dammit. College is so frightening. I'm so excited, but I fear, despite my academic prowess, that I will not get accepted. My GPA may be high, but I don't really excell at anything. I do sports, but I'm not the team captain, the star player - I'm do some volunteer work, but not nearly enough - I'm joing debate, in the Spanish National Honor Society, some other shit - but I'm still just average, not an outstanding student. But all that shit aside, it was one of those moments you're just happy to have escaped the mundane routine of weekdays (oh, how I miss wrecking havoc over the the summer) - killin' the streets with your bestest buddy. Tyler's such a great kid. I'm so excited for him, San Francisco is truly where he belongs, but when the time comes for him to depart, I doubt I'll deal well. The two of us agree, though. This year, this summer, everything that has gone down thus far since our meeting, since Eric, Tiff, Tyler and I bonded, since Paul and I fell for eachother and he became one of us, has been nothing short of amazing. All I can see is Tyler gazing into the ocean, adjusting his glasses; "...i'm not ready for it to end.." Neither am I. Can't we live these crazy days forever? I don't want to see us fail, end up working eight hours a day in our cubicle, living in the suburbs and making the average income. I want to see success, not financially, but fufillment-wise. I want to see Tyler be a crazy movie director, whether he remains underground or blows up Hollywood with his insane imagination, I want to see TIff up in the skies, I want to graduate from medicial school, I want to see Paul kicking ass in the courtrooms, Eric designing motorcycles, Jason amazing the world with his voice... I could go on. Or maybe I just really want us to stay sixteen (or, for paul/tyler/eric, 17, tiff, 19). I want to cruise the streets, paint the town, fall in love everytime I open my door.
dreaming, my dear, is going to do nothing for you....
Anyway, tomorrow's Friday, and a huge group of us are going to see Dave's band, LWA, perffooorrrmm. It shall be amazing, as will the group venture to the beach...
School is ridiculous... I'm behind in AP US reading like whoa, I can't focus... Jason, Paul, and I gave Mr. Telfer a FETUS DRIVING PASSAT WAGON... lunch is always amusing...I'm on the cross country team again..along with tiff and kristina and beka so that's always funnnn... I dropped AP Spanish, but now I regret it terribly so we'll see what turn I take, I haven't turned in my add/drop form yet anyway... English is cool, except listening to Chrissy bitch in her loud, obnoxious accent makes me sick... Nothing too interesting to say. I doodle a lot, daydream of possible adventures and watch the clock like a hungry bird. Solace comes in form of my classes with Paul, arms hidden under the table as we cutely lock hands throughout the class. I've devolped an obsession with hurricanes...
Today was day, a would-have been landmark in the life I once lead. It amused me, but it didn't seem to hit him nearly as much. Oh, September sixteenth... hahah.
Oh, and I have an entry on my word processor ALLLL about the past three weekends! It's juicy, I promise!
Until then, this song, which I've fallen in love with. Appropriately, considered the recent death of the amazing Johnny Ramone. RIP, you crazy punker.
Ramones - "questioningly"
Questioningly her eyes looked at me
And then she spoke aren't you someone I used to know
And weren't we lovers a long time ago?
Looked at her close forced her into view
Yes, I said, you're a girl
That I once may have knew
But I don't love you anymore
Why do you want to talk to me for?
You should have just let me walk by
Memories make us cry
In the morning, I'm at work at time
My boss he tells me that I'm doing fine
When I'm going home
Whiskey bottle movie on T.V.
Memories make me cry
And I'm alone just me
Just me, Questioningly
But I dont love you anymore...
Looked at her close...
Questioningly her eyes looked at me...
Anyway, I should be doing work, but I heard this song on the Road To Ruin, which Tyler left in my car. We went to pick up Tiff from the airport Tuesday night - she was returning from visiting her parental units in good ol' Missouri. The airport, as usual, was amazing. Bry, Eric, Tyler, Tiff and I stood at the top of the parking garage, wind whipping our faces, city lights blinding our eyes. We must hang out here more often. On the way home, Tyler and I were enjoying the beauty of the night with our classic "cruising mode" - all windows down, music blaring, hair blowing - "Kashmir" was pumping through our ears, the discussion was of pedophilia (hahaha) - "Man," Tyler said, "I wish we had 8 minutes and 30 seconds to listen to the whole 'Kashmir'..."
"Me too, Tyler..."
A twist of fate, and we got our wish. My tendency not to pay attention to road signs led me to take a wrong turn. Thinking I was getting on i275 North, I got onto i275 south - when the Howard Franklin came into view, Tyler and I were floored - SHIT! We pulled to the side of the road to warn my parents of our mistake - a cop stopped by as we were slapping hands in delight, excited that we had more time to enjoy the music and the weahter - he seemed puzzled when we happily told him that we took the wrong exit.
Tyler and I talked of his move to San Francisco, the hopes that I will hopefully find myself out there post-graduation... our promise land, right? Unfortunately, recent research has smacked reality in my face - UC Berekely, the school I really want to attend out there, is ridiculously difficult to get accepted to, and, to boot, 97% of the students are from California. Dammit. College is so frightening. I'm so excited, but I fear, despite my academic prowess, that I will not get accepted. My GPA may be high, but I don't really excell at anything. I do sports, but I'm not the team captain, the star player - I'm do some volunteer work, but not nearly enough - I'm joing debate, in the Spanish National Honor Society, some other shit - but I'm still just average, not an outstanding student. But all that shit aside, it was one of those moments you're just happy to have escaped the mundane routine of weekdays (oh, how I miss wrecking havoc over the the summer) - killin' the streets with your bestest buddy. Tyler's such a great kid. I'm so excited for him, San Francisco is truly where he belongs, but when the time comes for him to depart, I doubt I'll deal well. The two of us agree, though. This year, this summer, everything that has gone down thus far since our meeting, since Eric, Tiff, Tyler and I bonded, since Paul and I fell for eachother and he became one of us, has been nothing short of amazing. All I can see is Tyler gazing into the ocean, adjusting his glasses; "...i'm not ready for it to end.." Neither am I. Can't we live these crazy days forever? I don't want to see us fail, end up working eight hours a day in our cubicle, living in the suburbs and making the average income. I want to see success, not financially, but fufillment-wise. I want to see Tyler be a crazy movie director, whether he remains underground or blows up Hollywood with his insane imagination, I want to see TIff up in the skies, I want to graduate from medicial school, I want to see Paul kicking ass in the courtrooms, Eric designing motorcycles, Jason amazing the world with his voice... I could go on. Or maybe I just really want us to stay sixteen (or, for paul/tyler/eric, 17, tiff, 19). I want to cruise the streets, paint the town, fall in love everytime I open my door.
dreaming, my dear, is going to do nothing for you....
Anyway, tomorrow's Friday, and a huge group of us are going to see Dave's band, LWA, perffooorrrmm. It shall be amazing, as will the group venture to the beach...
School is ridiculous... I'm behind in AP US reading like whoa, I can't focus... Jason, Paul, and I gave Mr. Telfer a FETUS DRIVING PASSAT WAGON... lunch is always amusing...I'm on the cross country team again..along with tiff and kristina and beka so that's always funnnn... I dropped AP Spanish, but now I regret it terribly so we'll see what turn I take, I haven't turned in my add/drop form yet anyway... English is cool, except listening to Chrissy bitch in her loud, obnoxious accent makes me sick... Nothing too interesting to say. I doodle a lot, daydream of possible adventures and watch the clock like a hungry bird. Solace comes in form of my classes with Paul, arms hidden under the table as we cutely lock hands throughout the class. I've devolped an obsession with hurricanes...
Today was day, a would-have been landmark in the life I once lead. It amused me, but it didn't seem to hit him nearly as much. Oh, September sixteenth... hahah.
Oh, and I have an entry on my word processor ALLLL about the past three weekends! It's juicy, I promise!
Until then, this song, which I've fallen in love with. Appropriately, considered the recent death of the amazing Johnny Ramone. RIP, you crazy punker.
Ramones - "questioningly"
Questioningly her eyes looked at me
And then she spoke aren't you someone I used to know
And weren't we lovers a long time ago?
Looked at her close forced her into view
Yes, I said, you're a girl
That I once may have knew
But I don't love you anymore
Why do you want to talk to me for?
You should have just let me walk by
Memories make us cry
In the morning, I'm at work at time
My boss he tells me that I'm doing fine
When I'm going home
Whiskey bottle movie on T.V.
Memories make me cry
And I'm alone just me
Just me, Questioningly
But I dont love you anymore...
Looked at her close...
Questioningly her eyes looked at me...