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A lot of ...stuff happened. A lot of details that no one really cares about, but in a whole make my life that much more enjoyable. I finally got a tab. One... glorious.. tab. Thank you so much!
Summary:
Lesbians?
Buddy Jesus
and a garbage truck.
March 26 (friday):
Lauren & Caitlin come over, we tripp mad E. I run/skip down the street singing hollering "Kryptonite" by Three Doors Down, then run into bunch of people from my school, who are like "Natalie.. are you drunk?" Me (on fast forward) "No, I'm just on E" *guzzles water* And Lauren & Cait are like... "Yeah, we are too cool to talk to the people in the truck." So only I made an ass of myself.
"No woman, no cry!"
"What.. what the fuck was the pizza number, man?"
March 27:
Easter
Volvo driving soccer moms. (there are TWO next door.)
Normal kids get chocolate bunnies for Easter... Me & Rhianna get chocolate pig butts.
Very emo. (I'm wearing lipstick! Wtfever, man...)
Chris is buddy Jesus, because his mom gives me rides home.
March ? (thur.):
Robyn & Alysia come over with Ali & Matt (?) who looked like Any fucking Warhol. I was amazed. They were all on dmx, and then I was gifted with a tab. (I think my mouth was watering the second I touched it, lol) Went to park; smoked, slept, swung, and discussed meaning of life, sex & drugs.
Crashed in my basement and played GTA San Andreas and got a "Lesbianism: not just for me & your mom" sticker.
It was madd love.
June 1:
Amy & Caitlin slept over... it was very, VERY ...funny. I was on my acid and they were on shrooms.
The night started out with a power outage - not funny when it's pitch black outside & you're peaking on lsd.
Lights come back after a few min.s of me freaking out and crying that a giant was going to smash through the window and eat us. Then, we went to the park and I saw dead children cry & clinging to the swings, and shadows rising up from the tree tops. (Reminded me of Fantasia, when the devil guy rises from the mountain.) Caitlin became a willow tree. Amy mastered the art of trashing people's mailboxes. We all went to Mount Shanawna... it was very muddy... and very pathetic. I stood in the middle of the muddy field screaming, "Why?! Why won't the paint stop sticking to meeeee!" Because I thought I was inside a painting.
Then I went home and actually painted; the whole time I saw a little gremlin creeping up behind me and staring and mocking me with it's eyes. I kept saying, "Stop! Stop looking at me! I can SEE you!" -5 min.s of silence- Amy, who I didn't even know was sitting behind me, says softly, "Sorry man.. I didn't know it was bugging you...." LMFAO.
I believe I am crouched at the base of the tree, holding a cigarette and talking to myself about "why are the children so sad?"
I feel felt so ... wrong that it's right. Like being afraid of heights, but going on a rollar coaster anyway, just for the thrill. Except... it makes me feel at home, yet lost at the same time.
That's the feeling I miss. That's when it's best to paint. That's when the lines curve exactly how you want them to, and the colors don't matter. All that maters is you capture that one moment in time and put your feeling into it. Even though you kow no one will ever understand what each little thing means.
I feel closer to Dali.
Caitlin Uma is willow.
Garbage truck...
...still a garbage truck.
GGGGuuuuuaaaarrrrvvvve!
Summary:
Lesbians?
Buddy Jesus
and a garbage truck.
March 26 (friday):
Lauren & Caitlin come over, we tripp mad E. I run/skip down the street singing hollering "Kryptonite" by Three Doors Down, then run into bunch of people from my school, who are like "Natalie.. are you drunk?" Me (on fast forward) "No, I'm just on E" *guzzles water* And Lauren & Cait are like... "Yeah, we are too cool to talk to the people in the truck." So only I made an ass of myself.
"No woman, no cry!"
"What.. what the fuck was the pizza number, man?"
March 27:
Easter
Volvo driving soccer moms. (there are TWO next door.)
Normal kids get chocolate bunnies for Easter... Me & Rhianna get chocolate pig butts.
Very emo. (I'm wearing lipstick! Wtfever, man...)
Chris is buddy Jesus, because his mom gives me rides home.
March ? (thur.):
Robyn & Alysia come over with Ali & Matt (?) who looked like Any fucking Warhol. I was amazed. They were all on dmx, and then I was gifted with a tab. (I think my mouth was watering the second I touched it, lol) Went to park; smoked, slept, swung, and discussed meaning of life, sex & drugs.
Crashed in my basement and played GTA San Andreas and got a "Lesbianism: not just for me & your mom" sticker.
It was madd love.
June 1:
Amy & Caitlin slept over... it was very, VERY ...funny. I was on my acid and they were on shrooms.
The night started out with a power outage - not funny when it's pitch black outside & you're peaking on lsd.
Lights come back after a few min.s of me freaking out and crying that a giant was going to smash through the window and eat us. Then, we went to the park and I saw dead children cry & clinging to the swings, and shadows rising up from the tree tops. (Reminded me of Fantasia, when the devil guy rises from the mountain.) Caitlin became a willow tree. Amy mastered the art of trashing people's mailboxes. We all went to Mount Shanawna... it was very muddy... and very pathetic. I stood in the middle of the muddy field screaming, "Why?! Why won't the paint stop sticking to meeeee!" Because I thought I was inside a painting.
Then I went home and actually painted; the whole time I saw a little gremlin creeping up behind me and staring and mocking me with it's eyes. I kept saying, "Stop! Stop looking at me! I can SEE you!" -5 min.s of silence- Amy, who I didn't even know was sitting behind me, says softly, "Sorry man.. I didn't know it was bugging you...." LMFAO.
I believe I am crouched at the base of the tree, holding a cigarette and talking to myself about "why are the children so sad?"
I feel felt so ... wrong that it's right. Like being afraid of heights, but going on a rollar coaster anyway, just for the thrill. Except... it makes me feel at home, yet lost at the same time.
That's the feeling I miss. That's when it's best to paint. That's when the lines curve exactly how you want them to, and the colors don't matter. All that maters is you capture that one moment in time and put your feeling into it. Even though you kow no one will ever understand what each little thing means.
I feel closer to Dali.
Caitlin Uma is willow.
Garbage truck...
...still a garbage truck.
GGGGuuuuuaaaarrrrvvvve!