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I went to Lonna's yesterday at a very early hour. I watched her shower, but she made me close my eyes when she was taking her clothes off. We gave each other punk haircuts, but only our bangs. I really like mine. We had a crazy punk breakfast of beer and cigarettes!! and then had our sort-of band practice. We watched Peter Pan instead of porn, ordered pizza, and goddamnit we -tried- to take a fucking nap because we were SO tired, but all at once people decided to call us or barge on into the room, although Lonna's brother was the only one doing the barging. We had some more pizza and colored Lonner's closet door and went to the mall, where the carnival was in town and we had an energy drink that didn't do much and Alanna got me to kiss Paul in his car which I will admit wasn't that bad at all. But I promised Alanna that I wouldn't fall in love or go out with him, so I'm not and I won't. Then he left and we looked at makeup and took vacation pictures with the funsaver. We went back to Lonna's, had some ice cream, watched School of Rock, which was flat out amazing, and finally went to bed.
This morning we went to see Cursed, which sucked, but we finally met Lee and James, who were pretty cool. I saw Eric Donelan and said hi, and he said hi back which kinda made me beam inside. I started nounfesting again for the second fucking time this month, which I guess I'm just making up for Alanna. I got to go to therapy with her, and I'm kinda very jealous of her therapist. She's very nice, although extreme. Then I went home on the train.
End.
The door!! "Shut Courtney Love Up? Oops."
She's beautious.
I'm putting on lipstick without a mirror, -not- eating something.
"Greetings from the living room; missing you and all your tunes."
Does my hand really exist?
"Lie on the floor with your guitar on top of you and laugh like you're totally stoned."
"Okay..."
This morning we went to see Cursed, which sucked, but we finally met Lee and James, who were pretty cool. I saw Eric Donelan and said hi, and he said hi back which kinda made me beam inside. I started nounfesting again for the second fucking time this month, which I guess I'm just making up for Alanna. I got to go to therapy with her, and I'm kinda very jealous of her therapist. She's very nice, although extreme. Then I went home on the train.
End.
The door!! "Shut Courtney Love Up? Oops."
She's beautious.
I'm putting on lipstick without a mirror, -not- eating something.
"Greetings from the living room; missing you and all your tunes."
Does my hand really exist?
"Lie on the floor with your guitar on top of you and laugh like you're totally stoned."
"Okay..."