An exerpt from somewhere

He switched his weight from one leg to the other and gave me a menacing look. It wasn't the look a man gives a woman when he wants her to believe him, it was the look a man gives when he will defile her for the sake of being proved right. A chilling flirtation that held my eyes to his. I felt his look press the knot that had formed in Margot's car back to the hot corner of my gut. It seemed to burn deeper as his lips parted slightly and he began to speak, "Oh yeah, smart ass recycle girl, I'm sure you know a lot about the world. How old are you, thirteen?"



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Woah blogs.

I love how much of my mind I lose when I'm in school.
Right now, I'm not in school so my mind is intact. But I was reading back on all the blog posts I've written and peed my pants. I'm hilarious.
That's the conclusion I've come to.
I'm hilarious and this blog proves it because...did you READ that Y2K blog? hahaha. Oh man, I'm funny.
Is it okay to claim yourself as hilarious? Because...looks like I just did.

My birthday just happened. Let me tell you (the imaginary people I imagine reading this imaginary blog. imaginary...) what happened.

Eric called at 7am. He left his wallet at my house. So I picked up some clothes off my wooden floor and handed his wallet to him when he came.
Doug called at 8am as he was driving his roommate to work. My alarm wasn't supposed to go off until 9 so...that was a fun conversation of me yawning a lot and looking at what time it was. But also loving the sound of Doug's laugh. He has the heart of a lion. And by lion I mean, 12 year old. :)
I cleaned my room then went to work where Everyone told me Happy Birthday and Brittany arranged a birthday dinner at California Pizza Kitchen for me. Delicious.
Alex tricked me into finding my presents in his top drawer which included: a pot ring, the classic late 80's movie Stay Tuned, an A Camp shirt and poster and Strawberry Bubblicious.
I watched Stay Tuned.
I fell in love with the zombie Wayne's World.
Then I fell asleep thinking: I have the best friends.

So now I'm 22. I've decided it means I get to hold up the peace sign twice in all my pictures like an asian but it's allowed because I'm not being racist, I'm just telling people how old I am.

It's my time to shine.

Brian Epstein

"If Keats had waited as long as I did to get going, he wouldn't have written more than a couple of poems before his death" - Brian Epstein.
I often feel this way. When will I get going?...

"Memory is what makes our lives. Life without memory is no life at all. Our memory is out coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. Without it we are nothing." - Surrealist film-maker Luis Bunuel.

at work.

Once I have looked through failblog, facebook, funny exams, tumbrl and multiple other blogs...work is boooooooooooring.

Blogs.
Writing out your inner thoughts and feelings on the internet.
There is a girl at my work who always says, "I don't like ____, it's just too personal." (She once said this in reference to Facebook asking "What's on your mind?")
But, you know, nothing is personal on the internet anymore. There's no such thing as personal. There's naked people on the internet; you can probably find a naked picture of anyone. Your fourth grade boyfriend who gave you a butterfly bracelet. Your kindergarten teacher at Woodstock. Alex and I typed in "Lisa Loeb" at google.com and it said to us: "Did you mean Lisa Loeb's thong?" People are baring their souls everyday on the internet in their blogs or other internet journaling websites. Bare: to expose. Exposed souls. Naked souls. See? Nudity is everywhere on the internet and nudity=nothing is personal.

Sooooo...

First day of school

First day of school!
Get out a clean sheet of paper and a pencil.
Can I use a pen?
Sure, yes. A pen works too. Just a clean sheet of paper and something to write with. Anything.
Can I borrow a pencil?
Yes. Here.
This is a pen.
Are we taking notes?
No. Not yet. Just...listen.
This pen doesn't work.

I went to school today. Middle School. And a girl named Nicole told me how she fell off of a wall and cracked her elbow and she has to get good grades this semester because she's on parole because she brought a 3 1/2" blade to school and somebody found it. She wasn't going to take it out of her pocket, she just brought it because it was cool. She also isn't afraid to tell cops that they're gay if she thinks they're gay. And she went to Oregon and learned that if you say the word "fag" in Oregon, they'll kill you. And her dad asked her if she learned anything there and she said, "No, fag."
I think I am actually cut out for this.
I even wore a vest.

meow

i want to go into one of those long white tubes and see what is inside my head that makes it hurt all the time. I want to buy a cat scan machine. but then my neighbor will get jealous of my cat scan machine and get one of his own and it'll be this big ongoing battle of who can have more cat scan machines and then a bus full of children will crash and ALL of them will need a cat scan at once but there won't be enough in the hospital and it'll be all my fault. So maybe i'll just let my head hurt.