Lauren's party was a blast. Truly. It involved lots of beatboxing and sex dice and ice-striking-Brett's-manly-parts. And interpretive dance. Mhm.

The following Monday, (Or Sunday, I forget and I have no perception of time) I went to the mall with my Momma, and who shows up but my favorite cult member Ryan! I dragged him into obnoxiously feminine stores and made him sit there while I modeled skirts. Poor kid. But then we got ice cream, so it was all alright.

Tuesday was very fun indeed. We all went to the park, all being Alex, Sarah, Tom, Cameron, Rajen, Mare, Pattie, Dan(!), Mr. Wagner, Mme. Lanz, and some musically talented people. We had grapes and chocolate balls and digital cameras to keep us company. The latter I used to take pictures. Which I will post one day when I'm not lazy.

After talent show practice, at which a bunch of already mentioned people plus Eric and Suyash played drums and bonded and tried to fit ourselves into the backstage area, Virginia picked me up and we went to see the new house. It's really quite petit, except it has a whirlpool-thangy in the basement! And a backyard that reminds me bunches of the Secret Garden. Plus, we're less than a block away from Alonso's and a foreign import video store. Which makes me grin.

Light up, light up as if you had the choice; even if you cannot hear my voice, I'll be right beside you, dear.

Goodbye.

Care

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I actually could get used to this, "grounded" stuff.

Got the head cut. And dyed. And it is rather pretty.

We started packing. Mom closes the deal on the 31st so we'll be all moved in by about the third week in June. Which means two things: I will be emotionally distraught and PARTY.

I hate going through my room. There are so many memories that come flooding back, some good and some bad, but I hate knowing that in a long time I won't remember if I don't keep everything together. I have to give away a lot of things. I don't know what to keep, but if any of you are interested in things like bad books and old stuffed animals or some of my clothes that don't fit anymore, tell me. It's just weird, knowing that you have to give up your home and it makes you think about the next family who will live there. I mean, what if they repaint my room? I will positively cry. What if the house gets burned down because they left the oven on? I think I'll leave them a note in a little crevice or something to take good care of it and don't flood the toilet upstairs. And repair where our ceiling is collapsing a little. And remove the tree in front of my window that will probably fall on the house at any given moment, and put support beams under the deck because it has none and has the potential to fall through, killing all those who stand upon it.

I haven't decided if I like change yet. Who knows, it could be fun?

roLLingstone 906: wow
roLLingstone 906: are those YOUR knockers?

Hurrah.

Care.

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What You Really Think Of Your Friends

Tom is your soulmate.

You truly love Sarah.

You consider Sam your true friend.

You know that Alex is always thinking of you.

You'll remember Ben for the rest of your life.

You secretly think Mary is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.

You secretly think that Kristin is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.

You secretly think that Amanda Afram is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Amanda Afram changes lovers faster than underwear.

You secretly think Lauren is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Lauren has a hidden internet romance.

That was worthy of posting. Silly, silly online quizzes. This is what I do instead of homework.

Teachers need to stop getting their panties in a bunch and chill out.

If I'm late again, I get Saturday School!

Quelle Gourd.

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Shitguysss--

This has been one of the weirdest weekends of my life. There was this big, looming cloud of negative energy that just followed me around the whole time even though I did some pretty super amazing stuff. My guilt doesn't even make sense but it completely drowned out a lot of the fun I should have had.

Don't get me wrong, it was fun. So much fun. On Saturday I awoke early and hopped on over to the Studio. Except then I went to McDonald's, which defeats the entire purpose of dance as exercise. But whatever, Chicken Selects are fucking splendid. Then we had to stay backstage at the Smith for about five hours before we could perform. The modern piece of Emiri and I went well. I did my solo in both shows and I didn't trip. Which is a new thing for me. We all ate nuts. (And M&M's.) Tomoko made us buy her chocolate... I think she was having a mental breakdown and started muttering things along the lines of, "SERIOUSLY. TAKE THE MONEY AND GET ME A BROWNIE. NOWNOWNOWNOW."

Then I went to Parker's and we got Chinese food, went Donnie Darko-ing, took a shower at 1:00am, and went to sleep dreaming of Mr. Gyllenhaal himself. We woke up obscenely early and breakfasted on Starbucks and candy bars at Six Flags in New Jersey.

(Did I mention that I dislike New Jersey?)

The highlights were the Roller Coatsers, that one attractive hip-hop dancer guy who kept sticking to the walls, funnel cake, Parker's complete inability to not make sex jokes as I sat between her legs, paralyzingly beautiful hippies, Wade and her DAMNED WAFFLE CONES, Exit Buddies, gluttony in general, the funny looks we got because nobody appreciates ballet anymore, and waking up in a car with my face in Parker's bum and her legs draped across my middle.

So here's to Emiri, a few more Odas, and a couple of Amandas. You make my life a blur of caffiene and fun.

I did not go to school on Monday. Instead, I slept. And visited the house in Baltimore! It's really a lot nicer than I thought it would be. My mom and I kind of broke into the back yard to check it out. It's like "The Secret Garden" meets "Bohemian Shagpad." Very teeny, but it's less than a block away from Alonso's, Loco Hombre, a cafe, a bakery, a Foreign Video rental place, and a birkenstock repair shop. A dream come true, eh? I'm pretty psyched.

Today I told Ryan that if he didn't shut up I would menstruate on him. And then he asked me what "menstruate" means. I told him it was just the wrong time of the month to piss me off and Mr. Moy looked at me funny.

Tom and I are hella-photogenic.

"What's the point of living if you don't have a dick?"

End?

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   Sarah and I have this habit of running around without pants. And frolicking around sprinklers. And then sitting in the sun and talking about things too deep for you to comprehend.

   I'm going to keep this brief, in that today Gharbawi humped some tables and I love him. One of our magnificent horny little parties tomorrow night, recitals on Saturday, sleepover at Miss. Parker's house, and driving out waaay too early in the morning to New Jersey (?) with some people that I like to be a ballerina in a dance that I don't know.

   Pattie is a splendid weather-person, and people very close to me are beginning to drive me insane.

   devildas724: hot buttery sex?
   devildas724: i must depart

   Pratik makes me giggle and cry.

   And listen, about those bitter songs you sing, they're not helping anything, they won't make you strong.

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