| ahem. well. the month of september. obviously nothing really happened because i dont remember it. kevin turned seventeen.. and that is weird. makes me feel like life is moving much to fast if i have a 17 year old friend who is only a year older than me. uh.. and i got asked to homecoming ironically shortly after i posted this saying i wont. i still liked joey...ish. october: uh. my rehersals started. they were fun. and then sucked. i ran paracour. :( and homecoming week:) wow. that seems so long ago. thats nuts. i made people wear togas. woot. homecoming dance. most fun ever. until hell week that is.um. i dont really remember much of october. i had my halloween party. it rained:( i was sad. end of october..i decided i should like peter...but i didnt. but i made myself. i hope that makes sense. novemeber. i really wanted to like peter.. i failed. so i kept quiet and just told people i did. mostly because i could not give rachel the thrill of victory on being right and so helping to her plan. i still sat behind david and next to steven in spanish. but i made the mistake of asking david something when mrs. wente was in switching seats phase. prehell week began. and that was some fun. then hell week started...it really truly was a plethora of fun...even though it sucked. the play ended....crycry. thanksgiving. i own at spoons...until i loose. decemberrrrrrrr: i decided to tryout for the musical. bad idea. didnt make it.shocker shocker. but i dont really care. i started going out with david. i like david:). rachel wins. quarters. christmas shopping sucks. but i got flowers and not just any flowers.. gerber daisies. i would normally say i was so excited i was going to throw up....but no. i was past that. i really was speechless. a difficult feat. kudos to david. kaylen got me breakfast at tiffany's the book.. im excited. 654 tamales. thats alot... and im still tired from it. but we ate them all christmas eve with my fathers side. my favorite:). christmas morning.. christina has to be all "i have to go to my boyfriends family" so we had to do christmas early. i got a keyboard!!! and then i dropped it...so for christmas i got a keyboard stand, seat, and no keyboard. i went to rachels. she gave me slippers!!!! yay!!! duckies:). i got her shiny toy guns...i had to buy one too. im going to punch a certain someone in the head. they need to shut their face. anyway. my moms side on saturday=MARIA!!!!!!!! yay:) im going shopping for her in like ten minutes. and new years eve is on sunday. and i have nothing to do. thats nothing new. |
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| whoa.. june 20th. alooottt has happened since then. i went through a fling start to finish.. crazy. um... we started school. i turned 15 i finally had someone i cared about(then i messed up). i had two orthodontist appointments you know you wanted to know. kat got a job and turned 16. patrick turned 15. rachel has a boy. i think they are going to homecoming together... ugh. homecoming. i dont even wanna think about it. i dont think im going but whatever. im updating cuz rachel said so..and she is the supreme ruler of the everything. i stepped in dog ickies. cut flower head. broght a flower to school and cleaned out flooded basements. woot. so yeah. this is fun...sid vicious the late fishous died.. fourth of july was fantastic(swinging) i saw rachel. we painted patricks toenails. ew. i finished swimming for the eyar. and i made the play ....woot. |
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| Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen. |
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| ga!!! what is this??? maybe its just the Y's computers that censor. |
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| whoa. did you know xanga censors things? well at least my layout does. see watch.
fuck.
fuck.
fuck fuck fuck.
aha. but not when you combine words.
fuck fuck fuck motha muthafuck mutha muthafuck fuck muthafuck muthafuck noish noish 1 2 1 2 3 4 noish noish noish smokin weed smokin wiz doin coke drinkin beers drinkin beers beers beers rollin fatties smokin blunts who smoke the blunts? WE smoke the blunts.
ah... jay and silent bob |
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