I might as well do this...

I answered your first question.

Lords of Cowtown/The List

Dying of boredom.

It happens once in a while, it looks like this:

Yes. Dying always happens in black and white.

It's for dramatic effect.

I'm here in my room, not going out to the movies because I got a warning in philosophy yesterday 'cause I still got to turn in a paper.

I am quarantined to my room until I finish-- except for last night because I'm really good at convincing my my mum that things that are not actually good for me, are.

Confusing, anyways, here's a couple more things to add to my list:

16. James Franco-- Yes, he in himself is a goal. What a beautiful person.

17. Actually get better at skating this spring, I need some steez. I've been telling myself this for 3 years now [longer than that, started in 8th grade, got called a dyke, stopped], but either I forget or just decide b-rip and then get all uncoordinated. Plus, all the guys longboard and that's gay/harder. SO, I'm actually gonna do it this year. Yeah.

18. Get a job mothafuckas.

He'll save every one of us!

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Double Feature.

So, I was surfing the web as I usually do when I have more important, time-sensitive things I'm supposed to be doing. And I found this:

Very cool.

"So you're Zaynah, right?"

Alright, so I am obviously tired since I published this without a body initially.

I should recap, since this is how I remember my life-- sadly, it's not very interesting.

Yesterday began with breakfast with the Volante sisters [Sabrina + Sandie].

They have a great dynamic going.

It's so funny, sibling telepathy, love that shit.

Well, it was great, they got eggs benedict, I got chocolate chip pancakes-- we couldn't fin

ish and it took us nearly forever to calculate the tip. It actually got really bad... We could

n't figure out if the waitress took out a tip or not. Plus, seeing as we're high school kids-- we're broke by default. It only gets worse as you age I hear...

We finally figured it out and went to the candy store 'cause I realized that I totally forgot to get that Justin kid a So-crate, I blogged about that earlier...

Anyways, I spent like 7 dollars on this "penny-candy" and got the only crap box from this weird chick who wears devil horns...

Thanks a lot, Karma.

Took my exam, I was ridiculous...

I'll get a segment of my exam tomorrow and post it.

I really have no idea what made me think my approach was a good idea.

Oh, philosophy.

When I finally got home I just slept, like I didn't even study for calc.

Doubt that napping was the wrong dec

ision never crossed my mind-- I knew that math was a lost cause.

I answered about half the questions today with certainty, the rest I leave to fate.

Went out with Madame after the exam and we got paninis.

God, they're so fucking delicious.

I wish I could share them with you via the interweb.

BLAH BLAH BLAH.

Time for more naps, I just got home.

I need to wash my hair and then write some memoirs.

Oh and this kid made me really happy today:

Some background, at school when you have your laptop up, itunes connects to your music.

Anyways, I'm sitting at senior spot being a tard on my laptop and this kid [not a senior] goes to the edge of the rug and he looks pretty scared, pretty flustered and he's like, "So you're Zaynah, right?"

I'm just sitting there, like what's happening, who is this kid.

"Yeah."

He gets all goofy looking and smiles, kind of stumbles on his words.

"I r-r-really like your music, ya know, itunes, you have Yoshimi and stuff!"

Kind of shuffles away smiling.

I love people, they're so cute.

I saw him later in the day, I still don't know his name!

He looked all embarrassed, silly underclassman, it's okay, I was flattered.

You'll soon learn that the Flaming Lips are not so very unknown.

Good Morning, Good Morning, Good Morning-ah!

And so, it is the next day.

I have met my new nephew, the hot-dog puppy named Riley.

He was cute, but he has an abnormally large wiener.

It's scary.

My stomach is full.

I need to go try that cheesecake the Deuce made.

Philosophy exams are overrated.

Seems as though I've forgotten to get Justin a so-crate.

I think that I'll just get breakfast for him wherever Sabrina and I go tomorrow, haha.

Whatever, if worse comes to worse-- I give him mine.

Again, another con of not having a license-- can't make late night runs to CVS for goody bags or whatever.

And shit man, I was in CVS not more that 3 hours ago.

What a loser, why am I losing my memorrrrrrrry!?

Aristotle Blues

My life, sadly, revolves around Mexican food and 80's pop culture.

Philosophy is terribly undermined in all this mayhem.

Casa, sweet, casa.

Skip-a-thought. This one's for you.

1. How do I play?

2. How do I play safe?

3. How do I play like a champion?

[How'd you forget Skip?]

Licensed To Fail

Failing at life-- not at exams.

Actually, I finished in 40 minutes.

The exams are supposed to be designed to take 2 hours.

Lies.

I fail at life because I do not have a license, thus, I am stuck here, at school, until the buses come.

Meaning like 3-4 more hours.

Great.

What the fuck am I going to do?

Nothing.

How unproductive.

I wish mindpower got you places, but really, it's just a mix of dumb luck, charisma, and common sense.

That's why I like "normal" people.

Regular people.

I can't deal with people who spit out mathematical equations and display walls of diplomas, that gets you nowhere.

It just gets people pissed off at you for being a pretentious douchebag.

Think about it.

Sure, you cure diseases, you make awesome technological advances, but my thoughts are influenced by intangible, theoretical things. I remember the people who give me foundation for mental meanderings. I'm not dismissing all scientists and mathematicians, I just think academia is overrated...

Oh well, whatever.

l'âme

I don't think I've heard music so beautiful in my life.

Mogwai, their music, it consumes me.

It's hard for me to handle, actually.

Right now, I'm listening to "My Father, My King" and I'm aware of every part of my body.

It's so fucking scary.

It's overwhelming.

I've cried so much while listening, it's so fucking beautiful.

I know that I sound creepy as hell, but it's just inexplicable, the ability this music has...

I can't move, but I feel like I'm running.

It's all a paradox, the stillness, the build-up, the explosion.

This is the essence of music.

I don't think any other music can make you feel this way.

Flemmard

I'm getting lazy, I know.

Here's this Japanese band that came up in a web comic that I used to read that I'm re-reading again.

Questionable Content.

Read it.

And Polysics, that's the band, download their album, Neu, here.

It's pretty good.

I want you to be the hobbit in my closet.

BANG BANG BANG

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Xiaolin Monkz

Hello world!

Katherine and Elicia just left and I am left alone and bored to blog.

I don't have clothes on and it's real fucking cold even though I put the thermostat up...

I miss company, being alone is so awful.

It's the weekend before exam week and it's time to put those thinking caps on, whoa.

Really, I just want to finish the next week and officially be a second semester senior.

Anyways, lemme recap my day.

First block was memoirs, I read my last memoir and kind of got myself into a pickle.

I wrote vaguely about an extremely taboo subject and when answering questions-- gave it away.

Tarr or Graham, if you're reading this, Natty Ice got wicked concerned.

I was called out of class and had to have a mini-conference call with my counselor and my other counselor who was at home.

Good times.

Anyways, Natty-Ice and I talked and things got figured out...

Block 2 was Philosophy.

I got my psych-box kid.

Justin Tse.

He doesn't read this, so I don't care that I'm posting his name.

I just need to keep this as a note so as to not forget to avoid all types of nuts in the candy/food/toys I fill his "So-Crate" with. HA. HA.

Whatever.

Then, I had math where Megan and I pretty much just left class and got other work done.

I'll miss Mr. Malone.

He's a good guy.

Too bad I'm failing his class.

After that, I went and visited Newton-Wellesley Hospital where I'll be volunteering for the latter half of the school day.

The green line's right there so it'll be nice to just go into the city after work.

We returned to school only to go back home.

I avoided buses and got a ride, which was nice.

I got home, thought a lot about last year.

About regrets that I don't want to have.

So I wrote a letter and sent it to this kid to make sure I patch things up.

He made me the best mix cd

I've ever gotten.

I listened while I wrote.

Then, an old friend who I kind of betrayed, called.

She asked if I wanted to go dancing, but I was busy.

She said that she wasn't mad at me anymore, which was good.

It's nice to see people let go of grudges and it's nice to be on good terms with people you enjoy spending time with.

The girls came over then.

And now we've gone full circle.

END GAME.

I'm racking my brains to see if I have any excellent thoughts to share...

OH. I don't have thoughts, but, I have music.

My friend Brian just wrote this song and it's pretty good.

Nice, upbeat.

"23456"

And here's his myspace.

Also, a poem he's wrote:

And I know my job, documenting and diagnosing my generation. To keep the Plaid Shirted Indie kids smoking across Harvard Square , the folkie minors and modern beatniks dancing in Newport Rhode Island, the hipster scum in looking sullen in Maryland, the stoned prom queens in San Francisco, and the most beautiful sunlit girls tucked away in the Manhattan Skylines who push pipes back and forth sitting cross legged in white rooms facing white walls on white carpets passing pipes made of yellow and blue glass back and forth while Transantlanticism plays through Ipod speakers on Central Park West up by Seventy Second street.

I want to fly across on the wheels of my old 95 Maxima, dropping the car into fifth gear from sea to shining sea. I want to float down the Mississippi letting gravity, cancer filled sun, and dirty water carry my soul clean. Reflecting on cocaine binges, vultures turned politician, cats turned to connection, north of north.

Shakespeare Stoned.

I held your hand, watching blue security lights turn into stars, frantically scribbling down some poem about Carlye and poet dreams. Baby Baby Baby.

Baby Baby Baby.

Yeah. And that's all I have for you.

Maybe I'll be more interesting later.

Maybe.

Sweet dreams.

Bluish

i'm kinda like this car.

i think.

i dunno though.
whatever.

i figured out the internship stuff.

kind of.

i'll be at newton-wellseley hospital figuring out kids.

understanding child development

for the latter half of the day.

the first half will consist of this:

bl. 1 - free

bl. 2 - philosophy, michaela, if you're reading this, it's for you

bl. 3 - dbt don't judge

bl. 4 - creative writing, sab, i love notaro... AND YOU

Free Candy.

I get to school at 7:05.

School starts at 7:50.

This is what the guys and I do while we wait...

We. Have. No. Life.

Blame it on the morning...

Can I get a goddamn timpani roll to start this goddamn song?

I wake up every day at 6:20 and I leave the house at 6:27.

I trudge through snow winter after winter and meet my bus at 6:30.

Only because I have been too lazy to get my permit, never mind my license...

My bus driver, Kathy and me, we call each other "sunshine."

We sing in unison at 6:30, "Good morning sunshine!" as if nothing could make us happier this early in the morning.

It's precious, really.

I've always been well-acquainted with my bus-drivers, with the janitors, etc.

I dunno if it's just that I find them more interesting or what, but I've known most of them

better than I know some of my teachers.

I've learned important life lessons and I've learned to appreciate.

I came from Somerville in 5th grade and I just couldn't relate to most of the kids that I went to school with.

I've always shared my room with my sister.

My mum's always worked 2 jobs.

My dad has never had a steady job.

We never did little league.

We never played instruments or got lessons.

But, we were happy.

We've been happy.

There are highs, there are lows.

But I think that I had a pretty kickass childhood.

When we lived in Somerville, so did pretty much all of my father's side.

We split 3 gigantic homes between approximately 30 people.

We always had someone to play with.

Cousins, grandparents, sisters, brothers, uncles, mothers.

Our whole neighborhood watched out for us, their yards were our adventure grounds.

Now, we live on route 2.

My little sisters [my parents procreated in two batches, me and Sabriya, and then 9 years later, Diba and Nashaat-- if we were the experiment, I guess we succeeded] have never felt that sense of community.

I don't think I'd be the same if I hadn't.

I found myself by guess and check, by figuring that I wasn't like my cousins or anything.

I tried to be, but I wasn't and then when I figured that out, they helped me and kind of fostered my growth.

Anyways... I'll give you stories of my childhood from time to time.

This is just the introduction, so please, please, gimme that goddamn timpani roll.

Bright Eyes - Let's Not Shit Ourselves [To Love And Be Loved]

the universe is shaped exactly like the earth

Alright.

I don't consider this a blog anymore, more of a place where I collect my thoughts, I don't think that makes any difference, but it makes me feel like it's okay to post more than once a day.

What a run-on.

I've been thinking about a lot of things today, a list:

1. How adorable children are when they begin to walk, how they waddle.

It's like they'll trip at any second, yet they have this amazing sense of balance and they almost never fall [in a painful manner].

Today, my math class was cancelled and I played with two of one of the math teacher's kids. Well, one was her's, the other, her brother's.

Regardless, I was commissioned to draw several fruits and vegetables. Balloons. Kitchenware. You know, the usual.

It was nice. The boy, Logan, almost killed my laptop though. And people were confused as to why I was running around the halls with this little kid. It was out of the ordinary.

2. My time at the CDU

When I was hospitalized this summer due to a stupid stint [OD'd on aspirin, I was workin' on leavin' the livin'...], I met this weird, weird girl. I forget her name, but I was just thinking about

her on the bus ride home. She believed that there were ghosts talking to her, she couldn't have been more than 15. It was sad, she would be back and forth in these types of programs because the ghosts wouldn't leave her be. I was at the CDU for no more than a week, but she'd have to come back periodically. But what reminded me of her was this Evanescence song that came on during the ride home. Now, I hate that band, but this song, she'd always sing it. There was one CD player in the art room and she'd get her CD and play that song on repeat and sing-a-long. It was sweet.

While there, I was like an older sister to many of the girls. I drew stuff for them, taught them cool arts and crafts stuff. They always made me "do graffiti" for them, and by the end of my stay, many of them started to like the Beatles, when, at first they'd boo when I put it on the classic rock station and demand that I switch it to Jam'n 94.5. I miss them, really, they were all so much younger than me, so much potential. I hope they do fine.

3. The meeting I had this morning with my parents and counselors.

Today, we discussed what I would be doing second semester in a meeting that was around an hour long. It was so stressful. I cried. Several times actually. Mostly because of the fact that my father, although he doesn't talked to me, thought that he knew what goes on in my head. He deemed me unchangeable, irresponsible, and inevitably a failure. Apparently, I have no sense of control. Now, how does one judge another if they rarely come into contact. I don't know. My mother doesn't either.

I realized today, how important the women in my life are to me. My counselors, my Mum, Madame, Ms. Notaro. They are the women I can count on, the women who will give me good advice without fail. They are always there. I can't think of any guys I've had like that since _____. Now I really hope he's not reading this. But I miss him and I'm sorry things didn't work out, I feel like they still can. I'm pretty sure it was my fault, I fucked things up, I was loose. I don't think I was ever as happy with a guy as I was with him. He was sweet. So, so sweet. I remember the conversations we used to have, of moving to Tahiti, building schools, smoking weed all day, making something out of nothing. We had it down. We did.

Anyways, I have a tendency to ruin things. I do it always. Hopefully, my dad isn't right. I'm sure he isn't actually. I just have to get my life together.

Killer Boots Man.

So, thanks to Google Analytics I can pretty much figure out which cities people look at my blog from and it's actually wicked intriguing. And I'm really very interested to know who looks at my blog. Some people I can figure out through deductive reasoning, and then others just baffle me. For example, whoever spends so much time reading my blog in JP, you looked at it today and spent 8 minutes 53 seconds on this blog. And that's flattering. Who are you? And who's looking from India? You know all about me, who are you? I'm not creeped out, I'm just curious. You're probably all nervous that I know all this information, but it's all good don't worry about it, blogs are made for reading. Anyways, if you ever wanna tell me who you are, just email. That'd be cool, I'd like feedback. I feel like I get pretty boring. Thanks for reading JP, you're my biggest fan.

xx

Zaynah.

Post Script: This song is for you-- I didn't write it though, a Mr. Isaac Brock did.

Tilly got born today

Welcome to the world, Tallulah Greenleaf Whalen.

You're beautiful.

Tilly is Wes' new sister.

But with birth comes destruction, it's a law of the universe. Scott Brown now holds a seat in the senate, representing this forsaken state. We're a bunch of massholes-- sadly. If we were worth anything, this heinous man would not be taking Teddy's place.

According to Wes, they're playing some Black Eyed Peas song as Brown gives his acceptance speech. I turned off my TV.

I'm getting out of here as soon as possible. If I get into McGill, Canada it is.

Hello, Montreal.

Hurry up let's go.

Here you are Tilly, my little chocolate girl.

Gym. Tan. Laundry.

It's snowing a lot outside.

My toes are cold.

I just entered my cousin's house in BEDFUHD a few minutes ago.

Bedrock.

Uh, so I had a dentist's appointment which took 5 minutes and as I was walking back, I just kind of thought about stuff.

The dental hygienists there are so nice. They've known me forever.

They know all about my life and me, theirs.

They're always excited to see me and it's nice, ya know?

Like, the fact that something as mundane as a dentist's visit can be special.

I dunno, maybe I'm being sentimental.

People in Lincoln, even if you've known them for years could care less about each other.

I just like that sense of community.

I just like people.

Good people.

It sounds weird to say it, but I dunno, I prefer middle class people.

Ugh, weirdo.

Anyways, I'm done.

Awkward Boners.

This is such a great fucking song:

The Mar-keys - The Last Night

It's a classic.

Memoirs was cancelled this morning.

What a surprise.

Natty Ice is always MIA.

So, the class relocated to the library because no one goes out first block.

We were born ruffians.

The hour consisted of Kenyans, Yes by LMFAO, awkward boners, Carla Bruni, Shannyn Sossamon and people thinking that she isn't hot [WTF?] and Katelyn Wright trying to convince me that she is, indeed, black.

I see the color Kate.

It was boring, but we managed to get in trouble/moved/almost kicked out.

Then came philosophy, still gotta write my paper, got a 95 on the test.

Pretty ace for a kid who forgot to study.

Right now I'm in French.

We have the sub who's scared of me so he won't say anything even though I am clearly on my laptop.

It's snowing like God hasn't used head and shoulders in ages and I have detention, great.

How the fuck am I getting home?

Full lunch next, I never have class.

On a side note, we're watching "Monsieur Ibrahim et les fleurs du Coran" and the kid was listening to "Hey Baby" by Bruce Channel and the jock in front of me who I had a crush on in 6th grade [he used to like me sing to him in english class, I bought him a book on his birthday] began singing along. Quietly. It was nice, it made me think of simpler times.

I had Anna's for brunch

Awful, yet again.

I'm lazy.

Sorry, I'll type next time...

Tonton Macoute

He knows so much Bollywood gossip

So I'm at the house in Somerville...

It's been raining, I feel like walking to Anna's.

I've been here since last morning, I'll be going home tomorrow morning.

It's been interesting.

I came here because gramps called my Mum and said that he'd like to talk to me/he's lonely.

Well, can't say no to that, can I?

So, they picked me up on their way back from the house in Lexington.

The house had flooded due to pipes that burst, but you don't care about that.

Regardless, we got here and got to work.

We cooked pasta and sauce, it was too salty.

We ate it anyways, brown people don't waste, otherwise we feel bad about those kids in those commercials with the flies buzzing around them.

Only because we look like them, minus the flies.

Ha. Ha.

Then came the talk.

Papi had pretty good words of advice, as well as scandalous stories.

Well, not really scandalous-- but err thing's relative.

He told me about how he once took my grandmother to an x-rated movie to tell her that it gets worse.

...there are triple x-rated movies.

Apparently my grandma ended up crying and they left like 10 minutes in.

Hahaha.

Anyways, I guess I'm coming over most weekends now, he wants company.

Well, that somehow connected to the overall moral which was that he wants his son, my father, to do a better job as a father and to not have the strained relationships that my gramps has with some of his kids.

Yeah. I promised I'd work on it.

He also asked me to start praying again-- that's not happening.

Hey, he doesn't have to know that...

Ambiguity is so in these days.

After the talk and tea-time, I went out.

It was nice.

I didn't say when I was coming back and I guess g-pa got a little worried.

I was under the impression he was angry, but he made me pancakes in the morning and talked about how I should've woken up before noon.

"If you started your day earlier, we could have gone to the movies, now I'm too tired."

Yeah, so we watched the Indian channel the rest of the day.

HE KNOWS ALL THE GOSSIP.

I just couldn't comprehend it.

He knew everything about everybody, who IS this old man?

He just commented about every face that flashed on the screen.

Who was married to who, which ones were bangla, the number of divorces and kids...

Most of the broadcasting was like an Indian version of American Idol.

After a day of watching it, I think I have most of the contestants and their backstories down.

I feel pretty good about myself right now, yeah...

He went up to sleep around 9 because I kept him up waiting last night.

He didn't let that bit go.

I watched Mr. Holland's Opus.

Chock full o' cliches.

I think I'll go to sleep soon.

Gotta wake up at 8 to get picked up tomorrow.

I'll get a quesadilla then.

Gross, I know.

Tomorrow, I'm heading into Reveeeeuh.

To the movies with other cousins.

I have philosophy papers to do!

Too many family members to make happy.

So legit...

It's been a month, here are some stats

Happy one-month anniversary, blog.

AHHHHHHHHH.

I don't think I've ever been so frustrated my whole life.

So I skipped school today, stayed home.

Ate breakfast, talked with my mum.

She and I both know that I am done with school.

Unfortunately, my internship is on the rocks right now.

It's so fucking annoying, I most definitely cannot go to school next semester.

It's looking as if I'm gonna have to graduate early if I don't get it.

Not that that's bad-- buuuuut, it would be good to have a couple more credits under my belt.

Regardless, I'm in such a pickle.

It's scary.

"nu sk8 v!d30 Y'aLL, 4 dat Hyp3 sh!t!"

Leon's new skate film.

Old footage, new edits.

Here's the song:

School of Seven Bells - For Kalaja Mari

shadow in his room

Oy, what a loser.

My first block class was cancelled, what's new?

Teachers should really send out emails, that way I could really cash in on that extra 2 hours of sleep...

Nothing to do, so, I'm here in my trusty library cubicle waiting for a life to come hit me in the face.

While I wait, I blog.

I think I'll be waiting a while.

I haven't posted music in a while...

I'll do that.

Stephen Malkmus - Baby C'mon

Ok Go - What To Do

Dengue Fever - Tiger Phone Card

I could go be social, but I have 9 days of school left.

Not gonna see most of these people until graduation-- thank the lord.

Anyways, I'm done.

Quesadillas and Costco

I got stolen this morning.

Since then we've been running around Allston, Brighton, Framingham, and Natick running errands, getting stuff for a party. These are things I found funny, no one else did...

Giant Emperor Palpatine Pez dispenser-- actually the coolest thing I've ever seen...

I guess Walmart is good for somethings.

Meat sticks.

Nice parking job...

All in all, a good, semi-productive day. Got what we needed and now, I'm in Watertown enjoying a nice cup of hot chocolate with way too many marshmallows.

goodnight world

My sister just made a really weird noise.

I remember seeing this dude open for Ratatat on 4/20.
So weird, but alluring.
Fucking great drummer.

Black Pus.

The picture is not of Black Pus, I'm just an idiot and juxtaposition things weirdly...

That's a photo taken by Martin Flamand.

Miley Cyrus Pit

My internet was being wicked bipolar.

It only wanted iChat to work-- it made me sad.

But it's working right now so my fingers are crossed.

Really fucking tired, Leon and I got home from the show at like 1 last night [and I haven't really slept].

Good ol' Lincoln.

Dirty Dishes opened for Magic Magic. who opened for Passion Pit.

First off, I had no idea who the Dirty Dishes were-- after I heard them, I didn't wish to know.

I don't think I've ever heard such annoying, monotonous crap.

Such a waste of a set.

Magic Magic. was pretty fucking sick.

Per usual.

If you don't know who they are, you should check them out, your ears will thank you.

Passion Pit... hmm.

You know that whole joke that indie/hipster kids don't dance?

Well, they did. And it sucked. They really shouldn't.

That joke has a purpose, to keep those kids in their place and whatever music is making them dance should really consider what kind of monster they're creating, haha.

Still, they're good and yes, I danced.

I don't think I've ever sweated so much at a concert.

The body heat was like a wall.

Anyways, whatever.

If you have a car go see Magic Magic. two weeks from now in the ocean state.

Oh and Michaela wanted me to mention her in a post.

She's really cool.

Here you go Fendy.

See-Saw

So, I thought it would be less strenuous to capture myself on virtual film because my hands were feeling tired-- I thought wrong.

Anyways, here is my [pathetic] attempt at "vlogging," it was very obviously a failure, but hey, it's fun to laugh at people once in a while... it might even make you feel better watching that fool on your screen making even more of an idiot of herself than usual.

Whatever, I'm always in it for the laugh.

J-Gold mackin' on mad biddies.

Apparently, Earth girls are easy.

This was supposed to be a funny post, but I can't think of anything funny...

It's my father's birthday and we haven't talked in months.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Why are we so stubborn?

It's his birthday. I can't even say, "happy birthday."

My mum came into my room and told me to give him a hug.

But, you know, I can't, not when we go months like this.

We're the same, only opposites attract.

It's as if this repulsion grows between us and it's magnetic, out of my control.

Meric Long - Notes

Hey, do you have some bud?

So I'm here sitting at senior spot during lunch next to Drew.

And I've come to the conclusion that people are silly.

Drew would like me to mention that he is eating pita chips.

"Thank you."

Anyways...

I'm here and these two kids come up to me:

"Hey, do you have some bud?"

"No, no, I don't."

Not with me at least...

Of course, that's not the bud they were talking about, but hey, yay for ambiguity.

Drew has made a good point:

"Who carries around bud in school?!"

Right? I mean, I was a dumbass in ninth grade and I did. BUT, I did not get caught, tokin' up in the back of the school.

Whatever.

The conversation ended with me recommending some good porn to them.

Weird.

Drew's last words for this entry:

"My mouth is full."

Of pita chips, of course.

Oh yeah, and Katherine says HI.

AHHHH, I just saw the date. It's my dad's birthday.

Maybe I'll start talking to him again.

Maybe he'll start talking to me?

Eat Your Breakfast.

Continuing the list.

Firstly, happy new year to all you people who read this.

I dunno why you do.

Secondly, I've decided that I'll begin "tagging" these posts.

I'll try to make them witty.

I'll fail miserably.

Finally, onto more life goals:

11. Learn origami, mostly so I can make paper cranes, maybe paper tigers

12. Get my license before college

13. Get into college

14. Figure out how to make those paper cut-outs with people holding hands, I guess I'm feeling arts and crafty today

15. Get the internet back on since it just turned off, fuck, [it's 11]

Internet back at 2:20, publishing this shit.

UPDATE: I just realized I forgot to tag after the internet died.