Thursday 11.07.02 | 6:03 pm
Peace out, Rabbit.

I saw 8 Mile last night for free. I'm not sure if I went because I wanted to see it or because everyone else wanted to and I could do it before them for free and get a free poster. But I went. I waited in line. I watched that motherfucker.

Bitch, please.

I'm straight up gangsta.

I can c walk.

It was okay. Note: italicized okay. But it was interesting fo sho.

Guess who got a 91.5 / 100 on their Art History midterm? Guess! Me me me! I raped that shit. I heard a lot of people did poorly too. There's no curve. There will never be a curve. And it all just adds to my joy. Boo yeah!

I gotsta pack and drink my liver away and get ready to drive a whole lot tomorrow. Because guess what, yeah, I'm going to Santa Cruz. Long distance loves across the world, eat your heart out.

Have a good weekend, dolla dolla bill y'all. Peace out, Rabbit.

Tuesday 11.06.02 | 12:57 am
Quiet Time

I like it when people tell me I'm cute or blow me kisses. But who doesn't?

My parents never told me that they were sorry. Not even when they really hurt my feelings or made me feel inadequate. And I felt that way a lot. It probably wasn't their fault. I brought it upon myself.

I wish I had done better in school. They wish I was more obedient. But still, how can I complain? They hardly ever deny me anything.

I've been doing a lot of thinking. And all I've realized is that I'm very lost. Very very lost.

I'm not sure what I want. And what I think I want, I'm not sure how to get it without ruining it in the process.

I miss summer and driving around for hours just to be out, just to hold someone's hand and be around. We'd scrape out our wallets and read books and lay in Ikea. Nap at the beach, work on a puzzle, and nothing mattered. Everything mattered.

I miss kisses on the forehead and finding someone looking at me, just to look. Because no one looks at me like that anymore.

To end on a happy note: I finally beat someone in battle mode of Super Mario Kart. And I rocked Hiro at NBA Jam. And I so own Super Mario World. That's better. Much better.

Monday 11.04.02 | 8:58 pm
I'm very fond of tea.

I went to the gym today and I was fierce!

Grrrrr.

I felt all good about myself a while ago. Then I ate some candy and I am back where I started. I wasn't really very fierce. I'm going to be sore tomorrow. But it's not like I did very much. Some of those people were so hardcore.

I'm going to start going every day. Seriously.

It's tea time. Chamomile Court? Right-o.

I fell asleep in class again. It's a bad habit. And kinda embarassing. All of sudden, I wake up spastically and I realize that... hey, that's not the slide we were looking at. That's not what we're talking about.

I'm excited for Friday. Very very very.

Sunday 11.03.02 | 8:33 pm
Saves Today

On Saturday I had the fine pleasure of seeing some very nice boys from Saves the Day. I'm not really into their music anymore. Actually, I've forgotten a lot of their lyrics. But the show in itself was fun. I think I got sick of the punk-emo-straight-edge crowd a while ago.

Wear your Converse All Stars, dirty jeans rolled once, and fashion black-rimmed nerd glasses when you have 20/20 vision. Do it!

I don't miss shows when people are rowdier than the music is. Strangers sweating on me isn't my idea of a fun time. Or getting kicked in the head. Or nearly passing out, really. I had fun, don't get me wrong. I'm no party pooper. But my toes still hurt because people were jumping up and down an inch away from my chin.



I spent the bulk of my weekend at home... napping and watching television. And damn it felt good.

Anna's boyfriend was bringing us one of his fish... and it died on the drive down here. Cursed, I say! So... I brought my betta, Cleo, from home. She made the drive okay and she still looks quiet lively. But you never know. You have to wait 'til morning.

I'm out to watch Sopranos. Boo yeah.

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