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<p align=center><table bgcolor=white width=300 border=0 cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 style="border: 1pt solid black">Wednesday, October 20th, 2004 Wednesday, October 13th, 2004 Saturday, October 2nd, 2004 Tuesday, September 7th, 2004 Saturday, August 28th, 2004 Thursday, August 19th, 2004 Sunday, August 1st, 2004 Friday, May 28th, 2004 Tuesday, May 18th, 2004 Friday, April 30th, 2004 Saturday, April 24th, 2004 Friday, April 16th, 2004 Wednesday, April 7th, 2004 Friday, December 26th, 2003 Friday, December 19th, 2003 Monday, November 10th, 2003 Tuesday, October 21st, 2003 Wednesday, October 1st, 2003 Friday, September 19th, 2003 Tuesday, August 26th, 2003
JUST BECAUSE I'M IN MISERY I DON'T BEG FOR YOUR SYMPATHY
hi friend,
i'm seventeen!! never before has being a year away from buying porn and cigarettes felt so good. oh, i guess i can also vote in a year. who cares about voting when you can buy all the pornography you want. under the wild laws of new jersey, i can also drive. one may presume that this may be a great advantage at a boarding school, however, those on the inside understand that boarders do not benefit what so ever from the ability to drive as cars are not allowed. whatevs, i'm still seventeen! try to take that away bastards!
october 18th of next year, you'll know where to get the porn and oh man, it'll be right here.
Current Mood:
crazy
hi friend,
i'm seventeen!! never before has being a year away from buying porn and cigarettes felt so good. oh, i guess i can also vote in a year. who cares about voting when you can buy all the pornography you want. under the wild laws of new jersey, i can also drive. one may presume that this may be a great advantage at a boarding school, however, those on the inside understand that boarders do not benefit what so ever from the ability to drive as cars are not allowed. whatevs, i'm still seventeen! try to take that away bastards!
october 18th of next year, you'll know where to get the porn and oh man, it'll be right here.
Current Mood:
crazy
LITTLE MISS CAN'T BE WRONG
hi friend,
my life has turned upside down.
one day i woke up and decided to start enjoying my west class. suddenly, discussions about native americans and ranching exhilirate me. i even do my homework for this class. there can only be one explaination for this newfound love of the american west: i must have been a cowboy or a miner in a past life.
i'm so over the summer boy and so into the football player. apparently, my obsession with this football player is common knowledge. basically, shame is non-existant in my persuit of this male specimen. stakes are high as my territory is severely threatened by a brown haired sophmore. let it be known that i am terrible at flirting with boys. my meager attempts to talk about common bonds may not be cutting it. somehow i will overcome this and then the football player will be all mine.
i really miss my summer girls. it feels like our little clan is slowly dispersing and i'm almost happy that i am away during this war that is raging. those summer nights full of sitting around for something (anything!) to happen, trampoline parties, falling in love, cookies n' cream with reeses, hook up horror stories, dress up at joyce lesbian, val being naked all the time, and so many unexplainable injuries. no matter what, i know when we are old geezers we'll settle down together to knit, watch "real world" re-runs, listen to pepper, and sip on miller light. people say that these are our "wonder years" and now i certainly believe them because every single second with my beach girls is absolutely wonderful. if anything, i am glad that we'll always have our thousands of memories. never forget the anthem: "the answer's always waiting at the liquor store."
i am such a wuss.
Current Mood:
nostalgic
hi friend,
my life has turned upside down.
one day i woke up and decided to start enjoying my west class. suddenly, discussions about native americans and ranching exhilirate me. i even do my homework for this class. there can only be one explaination for this newfound love of the american west: i must have been a cowboy or a miner in a past life.
i'm so over the summer boy and so into the football player. apparently, my obsession with this football player is common knowledge. basically, shame is non-existant in my persuit of this male specimen. stakes are high as my territory is severely threatened by a brown haired sophmore. let it be known that i am terrible at flirting with boys. my meager attempts to talk about common bonds may not be cutting it. somehow i will overcome this and then the football player will be all mine.
i really miss my summer girls. it feels like our little clan is slowly dispersing and i'm almost happy that i am away during this war that is raging. those summer nights full of sitting around for something (anything!) to happen, trampoline parties, falling in love, cookies n' cream with reeses, hook up horror stories, dress up at joyce lesbian, val being naked all the time, and so many unexplainable injuries. no matter what, i know when we are old geezers we'll settle down together to knit, watch "real world" re-runs, listen to pepper, and sip on miller light. people say that these are our "wonder years" and now i certainly believe them because every single second with my beach girls is absolutely wonderful. if anything, i am glad that we'll always have our thousands of memories. never forget the anthem: "the answer's always waiting at the liquor store."
i am such a wuss.
Current Mood:
nostalgic
THE JUNIOR LIFE
hi friend,
well, i have no life. all the boys i like are too into doing homework or playing football or getting new girlfriends at home. one certain boy, who was perhaps the highlight of my summer, is getting his tongue pierced. despite word on the street about possible oral advantages, i do not care. he can keep his mindblowing orgasms. tongue rings are gross on male specimens. i hope he gets a disease and his tongue falls off so he cannot kiss his new tanner, blonder girlfriend.
guess what? i am water polo captain. this means i am supposed to set an example and be really good at water polo. the reality is that i am not even probably good enough to play on princeton's varsity team unless i gained 500 pounds and became a hole-set defender. the other reality of that is, i may gain 500 pounds from eating cafeteria food but, i will never be a hole-set defender because that is really tricky. water polo is a cute sport. the other day a girl punched me in the nose and as a ruby red stream of fluid poured from my nostrils, she exposed my breasts by ripping my bathing suit sideways. it was all really nice and cute and wonderful. plus, my nose is crooked and boys always like that.
i think the trick about being good at water polo is being born in california. somehow, i feel like i may never be able to do that. "whatever!!" i will say when they ask me why i am not super extremely wildly amazing at the sport which i am captain of. i mean, come on, i'm pretty good i guess.
my life is consumed by homework for my worst class, the history of the american west. let me paint you the picture of my class: myself, two lacrosse post-graduates, a mexican squash playing post-graduate (who speaks 7 words of english), a baseball post-graduate named fred, and a huge black football playing senior from texas. we have really great discussions about what nationality the prostitutes were in the west, or how cool cowboys are. this class is really the epitome of enriched learning at lawrenceville. we should be interviewed for school brochures or alumni report.
junior year is stink. all i want is somebody cute who will perhaps tell me i am cute in return. the bad news is they might have to kiss me every once in a while. i have a really muscular stomach, a pink dorm room, and i won't embarrass you in public. you know, if you're into that.
Current Mood:
disappointed
hi friend,
well, i have no life. all the boys i like are too into doing homework or playing football or getting new girlfriends at home. one certain boy, who was perhaps the highlight of my summer, is getting his tongue pierced. despite word on the street about possible oral advantages, i do not care. he can keep his mindblowing orgasms. tongue rings are gross on male specimens. i hope he gets a disease and his tongue falls off so he cannot kiss his new tanner, blonder girlfriend.
guess what? i am water polo captain. this means i am supposed to set an example and be really good at water polo. the reality is that i am not even probably good enough to play on princeton's varsity team unless i gained 500 pounds and became a hole-set defender. the other reality of that is, i may gain 500 pounds from eating cafeteria food but, i will never be a hole-set defender because that is really tricky. water polo is a cute sport. the other day a girl punched me in the nose and as a ruby red stream of fluid poured from my nostrils, she exposed my breasts by ripping my bathing suit sideways. it was all really nice and cute and wonderful. plus, my nose is crooked and boys always like that.
i think the trick about being good at water polo is being born in california. somehow, i feel like i may never be able to do that. "whatever!!" i will say when they ask me why i am not super extremely wildly amazing at the sport which i am captain of. i mean, come on, i'm pretty good i guess.
my life is consumed by homework for my worst class, the history of the american west. let me paint you the picture of my class: myself, two lacrosse post-graduates, a mexican squash playing post-graduate (who speaks 7 words of english), a baseball post-graduate named fred, and a huge black football playing senior from texas. we have really great discussions about what nationality the prostitutes were in the west, or how cool cowboys are. this class is really the epitome of enriched learning at lawrenceville. we should be interviewed for school brochures or alumni report.
junior year is stink. all i want is somebody cute who will perhaps tell me i am cute in return. the bad news is they might have to kiss me every once in a while. i have a really muscular stomach, a pink dorm room, and i won't embarrass you in public. you know, if you're into that.
Current Mood:
disappointed
LOVE WILL COME THROUGH ITS JUST WAITING FOR YOU
hi friend,
whoa, is it just me or did this summer suck total monkey shit?
so okay, i have solved the mystery i have been trying to unravel for the past two summers. i have come to the conclusion that hockey player is skitzophrenic. tonight as i settled into katie's tv room eating a bag of the best chips ever, aka doritos 3d nacho flavor, i received a wild call from the aformentioned boy. oh, a bit of background information: summer fling and i have been fighting for a week now over whether we are in love or not, stupid? definitely. moving on, the telephone exchange consisted of his drunken begs to come take care of him. well, call me mother fucking theresa because i went to soothe his inbriated troubles. cue the violins because i have never been a part of a more pathetic scene. the entire powow i cried as hockey boy wimpered "i don't know why i do this, i love you" over and over again like an injured animal. what a crock of crap! this bitchmutha needs to figure out what he wants out of our relationship before i freak out and set off a fire cracker from under his bed.
shhhya, wuteva man.
has anybody noticed that slutty girls everywhere are quoting the song "white houses" on their profiles. it is their anthem. especially the verse which goes "my first time, hard to explain, rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain." but duh, all of my friends and i totally had to put "beer through the nose on an inside joke" on our profiles to signify our elite kinship or maybe we just can really relate to beer going through our noses.
speaking of beer, i am really going to miss it. for those who are not familiar with the boarding school lifestyle, it is hard to pull off being drunk when your housemaster is a lunatic who doesn't even like it when people say "crap." the best part of beer is it only gives. beer will never dump you, use you for blowjobs, or beat you up. once my friends and i held a contest as to who could drink the most beers in a 24-hour period and it was pretty cool until i threw up four mcdonalds jr. cheeseburgers. another time i cut my leg open on glass and my friend irrigated the wound with beer, it healed almost upon contact, certainly a medical miracle. bottoms up to beer!
p.s: i am in love with the dopiest boy in the world and i need to read an entire history text book and it is THREE AM and i am leaving tomorrow morning for school and did i mention i am so totally in love and it will never work out because i am going to prison aka school and tonight was kind of blow because windmill ran out of onion rings.
p.p.s: how the fuck does windmill run out of onion rings?
Current Mood:
working
hi friend,
whoa, is it just me or did this summer suck total monkey shit?
so okay, i have solved the mystery i have been trying to unravel for the past two summers. i have come to the conclusion that hockey player is skitzophrenic. tonight as i settled into katie's tv room eating a bag of the best chips ever, aka doritos 3d nacho flavor, i received a wild call from the aformentioned boy. oh, a bit of background information: summer fling and i have been fighting for a week now over whether we are in love or not, stupid? definitely. moving on, the telephone exchange consisted of his drunken begs to come take care of him. well, call me mother fucking theresa because i went to soothe his inbriated troubles. cue the violins because i have never been a part of a more pathetic scene. the entire powow i cried as hockey boy wimpered "i don't know why i do this, i love you" over and over again like an injured animal. what a crock of crap! this bitchmutha needs to figure out what he wants out of our relationship before i freak out and set off a fire cracker from under his bed.
shhhya, wuteva man.
has anybody noticed that slutty girls everywhere are quoting the song "white houses" on their profiles. it is their anthem. especially the verse which goes "my first time, hard to explain, rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain." but duh, all of my friends and i totally had to put "beer through the nose on an inside joke" on our profiles to signify our elite kinship or maybe we just can really relate to beer going through our noses.
speaking of beer, i am really going to miss it. for those who are not familiar with the boarding school lifestyle, it is hard to pull off being drunk when your housemaster is a lunatic who doesn't even like it when people say "crap." the best part of beer is it only gives. beer will never dump you, use you for blowjobs, or beat you up. once my friends and i held a contest as to who could drink the most beers in a 24-hour period and it was pretty cool until i threw up four mcdonalds jr. cheeseburgers. another time i cut my leg open on glass and my friend irrigated the wound with beer, it healed almost upon contact, certainly a medical miracle. bottoms up to beer!
p.s: i am in love with the dopiest boy in the world and i need to read an entire history text book and it is THREE AM and i am leaving tomorrow morning for school and did i mention i am so totally in love and it will never work out because i am going to prison aka school and tonight was kind of blow because windmill ran out of onion rings.
p.p.s: how the fuck does windmill run out of onion rings?
Current Mood:
working
THIS ISNT THE FIRST TIME
hi friend,
i am returning to school after what i am sure will be a hectic week of water polo preseason.
there is a war raging for the title of water polo captain. my close friend melissa and i are the perfect candidates: we love the sport, we are good at the sport, and we are cute. however, a certain leggy blonde is trying to circumvent our ride to co-captain stardom. somehow we will construct a scheme to overthrow her or atleast ruin her nice blonde hair.
this past week i was in amelia island, florida. it was very pretty and there were a lot of old people there. amelia island is a small island off of jacksonville, aka it is somewhat southern. one time we were playing categories in the pool and a girl suggested that the category be "trucks." that was probably as southern as it got, i guess. however, those tricky southerners did manage to trick me with a little bit of their southern tomfoolery. at the airport they were selling all of these cute miniature palm trees and duh, i bought one. upon my arrival back to the jersey shore i learned my palm tree was, infact, a mustard plant. this is not the last you have heard of me, florida! i am coming back and i want a refund for my palm tree, you bastards!
i farted and burped and peed all at the same time last night. it felt like a cool breeze was rushing over me and i almost blacked out. they should make like warning lables for life that are all "do not burp, pee, or fart in the same instance." whatever man, looks like life and florida will be hearing from my lawyers.
p.s: did i mention i am returning to school? did i also mention i absolutely hate boys, particularly ones hailing from the jersey shore? lastly, did i mention that it is t-minus two weeks until i am reunited with my senior love? whoa, dude.
remember the show popular? it was good.
Current Mood:
indescribable
hi friend,
i am returning to school after what i am sure will be a hectic week of water polo preseason.
there is a war raging for the title of water polo captain. my close friend melissa and i are the perfect candidates: we love the sport, we are good at the sport, and we are cute. however, a certain leggy blonde is trying to circumvent our ride to co-captain stardom. somehow we will construct a scheme to overthrow her or atleast ruin her nice blonde hair.
this past week i was in amelia island, florida. it was very pretty and there were a lot of old people there. amelia island is a small island off of jacksonville, aka it is somewhat southern. one time we were playing categories in the pool and a girl suggested that the category be "trucks." that was probably as southern as it got, i guess. however, those tricky southerners did manage to trick me with a little bit of their southern tomfoolery. at the airport they were selling all of these cute miniature palm trees and duh, i bought one. upon my arrival back to the jersey shore i learned my palm tree was, infact, a mustard plant. this is not the last you have heard of me, florida! i am coming back and i want a refund for my palm tree, you bastards!
i farted and burped and peed all at the same time last night. it felt like a cool breeze was rushing over me and i almost blacked out. they should make like warning lables for life that are all "do not burp, pee, or fart in the same instance." whatever man, looks like life and florida will be hearing from my lawyers.
p.s: did i mention i am returning to school? did i also mention i absolutely hate boys, particularly ones hailing from the jersey shore? lastly, did i mention that it is t-minus two weeks until i am reunited with my senior love? whoa, dude.
remember the show popular? it was good.
Current Mood:
indescribable
OH DEAR
hi friend,
here comes the emotional mother load.
the fling is slowly swerving into a car wreck again. each summer i somehow find myself in this position at this exact point in august. oh history, why must you three-peat! i am not embarrassed that i like him a lot because i know that if geography weren't such an asshole he wouldn't have a problem sticking it out. this aside, it still stings like a bitch in a broiler.
my party habits are starting to reflect badly on my relationships and friendships. it is also giving me pimples. i used to be able to tell male cohort absolutely everything. now, i just feel like he is waiting for his turn to tell me about his girlfriend or how excellent he is. the other night there was a huge fight about how much we fight. it isn't fair that i am expected to be some kind of saint when he goes out every night with a joint in one hand and a brewski in the other.
i am so exhausted. all i want to do is get tan and cry.
tonight val and i sat in katie's bed all night farting. it was the best time ever. sometimes the best nights happen when you are just vegetating trying to remember all of the crazy things that have gone down throughout the summer. giggling about all the party scars, accidental kisses, and crazy concert mishaps we've endured. as september rolls around i really will miss my beach crew.
what now, huh?
Current Mood: crushed
hi friend,
here comes the emotional mother load.
the fling is slowly swerving into a car wreck again. each summer i somehow find myself in this position at this exact point in august. oh history, why must you three-peat! i am not embarrassed that i like him a lot because i know that if geography weren't such an asshole he wouldn't have a problem sticking it out. this aside, it still stings like a bitch in a broiler.
my party habits are starting to reflect badly on my relationships and friendships. it is also giving me pimples. i used to be able to tell male cohort absolutely everything. now, i just feel like he is waiting for his turn to tell me about his girlfriend or how excellent he is. the other night there was a huge fight about how much we fight. it isn't fair that i am expected to be some kind of saint when he goes out every night with a joint in one hand and a brewski in the other.
i am so exhausted. all i want to do is get tan and cry.
tonight val and i sat in katie's bed all night farting. it was the best time ever. sometimes the best nights happen when you are just vegetating trying to remember all of the crazy things that have gone down throughout the summer. giggling about all the party scars, accidental kisses, and crazy concert mishaps we've endured. as september rolls around i really will miss my beach crew.
what now, huh?
Current Mood:
crushed
WE'LL MAKE THE BEST OF WHAT'S AROUND
hi friend,
top five of the summer.
1) i lost 30 pounds, talk about sacrifice.
2) my spring lake friends and i are having a falling out. it is a long story. they think that just because we are fighting i should sit inside all day crying. molly anne sit inside all day crying? please, it hasn't even started snowing yet.
3) lilly pulitzer continues to get uglier. what is going on? who is manning the ship? this is an outrage.
4) ex-thing and i are a present-thing again. relationships are a lot like playing water polo. as you become a well-seasoned player and take a lot of scratches or punches, the game becomes more fun. hockey player is a good time. he ain't no brain trust, but when you are busy and need somebody once in a while, who cares.
5) speaking of water polo, i have been surfing the camp circuit. i am practically a pro at going to these camps. my packing has become so precise that i can calculate how many pairs of underwear i will need or granola bars i will eat. a true talent indeed.
hi friend,
top five of the summer.
1) i lost 30 pounds, talk about sacrifice.
2) my spring lake friends and i are having a falling out. it is a long story. they think that just because we are fighting i should sit inside all day crying. molly anne sit inside all day crying? please, it hasn't even started snowing yet.
3) lilly pulitzer continues to get uglier. what is going on? who is manning the ship? this is an outrage.
4) ex-thing and i are a present-thing again. relationships are a lot like playing water polo. as you become a well-seasoned player and take a lot of scratches or punches, the game becomes more fun. hockey player is a good time. he ain't no brain trust, but when you are busy and need somebody once in a while, who cares.
5) speaking of water polo, i have been surfing the camp circuit. i am practically a pro at going to these camps. my packing has become so precise that i can calculate how many pairs of underwear i will need or granola bars i will eat. a true talent indeed.
LATELY IT OCCURES TO ME, WHAT A LONG STRANGE TRIP ITS BEEN
hi friend,
hockey boy, exams, andrew returning in ten days, oh my! talk about a whirlwind of crazy events in my life.
well, ex-thing and i have been speaking a lot recently. i am pretty convinced he is still utterly smitten with his old girlfriend, but my friend tells me otherwise. apparently he has been telling her that he has a master plan to dump wolf girlfriend once i make the move. the fact that his ankle is broken and he pretty much in a handle with care state until mid-summer is a little bit off putting. a lot of girls have been telling me to quit it with him because i would probably wind up playing nurse for half my summer.
on the other hand, my little cohort andrew returns around the 8th, how exciting! i really did miss him like crazy. so many nights i just crawled into my bed feeling sad and lonely because all i wanted to do was call him for a whining session. i don't know if he realizes but, he really has been an integral part of my high school experience. for so long, i got caught up in the fact that he would never "want me." it is so beyond that now, i've accepted that we are just what we are. i almost like it better this way.
boys, boys, boys.
the other day my housemaster threatened to give me a major for climbing through a window and "compromising" the house's "safety system." i've got a safety system to show him right here, asshole.
p.s: i am my dormitory president or "house president." i can't wait assume my title as "raging tyrant." my name gets to be on a plaque and everything. how important!
Current Mood:
jubilant
hi friend,
hockey boy, exams, andrew returning in ten days, oh my! talk about a whirlwind of crazy events in my life.
well, ex-thing and i have been speaking a lot recently. i am pretty convinced he is still utterly smitten with his old girlfriend, but my friend tells me otherwise. apparently he has been telling her that he has a master plan to dump wolf girlfriend once i make the move. the fact that his ankle is broken and he pretty much in a handle with care state until mid-summer is a little bit off putting. a lot of girls have been telling me to quit it with him because i would probably wind up playing nurse for half my summer.
on the other hand, my little cohort andrew returns around the 8th, how exciting! i really did miss him like crazy. so many nights i just crawled into my bed feeling sad and lonely because all i wanted to do was call him for a whining session. i don't know if he realizes but, he really has been an integral part of my high school experience. for so long, i got caught up in the fact that he would never "want me." it is so beyond that now, i've accepted that we are just what we are. i almost like it better this way.
boys, boys, boys.
the other day my housemaster threatened to give me a major for climbing through a window and "compromising" the house's "safety system." i've got a safety system to show him right here, asshole.
p.s: i am my dormitory president or "house president." i can't wait assume my title as "raging tyrant." my name gets to be on a plaque and everything. how important!
Current Mood:
jubilant
GONE GIVE A DAMN
hi friend,
spring term madness is well underway.
was sitting in my room all winter term being sad over somebody who, in the words of hilary duff, was "so yesterday"? i am taking advantage of my cute sophmore status while it is still valid and it isn't as lame as i thought it would be. next year i am going to focus on being not such a negative nelly. this focus, of course, is secondary to landing a proverbial marriage with a certain prefect-to-be.
my grades have sky rocketed. i am smitten like a school girl. the other day i got a sun burn. we're watching amelie in french class. school is out in two weeks.
man, ain't life grand?
Current Mood:
excited
hi friend,
spring term madness is well underway.
was sitting in my room all winter term being sad over somebody who, in the words of hilary duff, was "so yesterday"? i am taking advantage of my cute sophmore status while it is still valid and it isn't as lame as i thought it would be. next year i am going to focus on being not such a negative nelly. this focus, of course, is secondary to landing a proverbial marriage with a certain prefect-to-be.
my grades have sky rocketed. i am smitten like a school girl. the other day i got a sun burn. we're watching amelie in french class. school is out in two weeks.
man, ain't life grand?
Current Mood:
excited
WON'T SOMEBODY GET ME OFF OF THIS REEF?
hi friend,
summer approaches. allelujiah!
in lieu of human affection, i have adopted a new form of gratification: ebay. i love that ebay. my favorite thing to search on ebay is juicy couture. who knew so many different colored terry cloth jump suits existed? surely not i. my second favorite thing to search on ebay is random words. pinapple? sure, they got that. chaise lounge? yup, that's there too.
my nigerian chemistry teacher is playing tricks on me. today we had a test full of things we never learned. a lot of times my nigerian teacher talks about "ju ju", which is african magic. "ju ju" cannot be taught or learned, it is a rite of birth. is this some sort of "ju ju" prank? i hope so.
alumni weekend! amen!
an abundance of golf carts carrying fancy, elderly women and refurbished vintage porsches throughout the campus can mean but one thing: alumni weekend. there is free food, mysterious music that resinates everywhere, a free virginia coalition concert, and of course, golf carts. obviously, to be an alumni is to be king.
Current Mood:
ecstatic
hi friend,
summer approaches. allelujiah!
in lieu of human affection, i have adopted a new form of gratification: ebay. i love that ebay. my favorite thing to search on ebay is juicy couture. who knew so many different colored terry cloth jump suits existed? surely not i. my second favorite thing to search on ebay is random words. pinapple? sure, they got that. chaise lounge? yup, that's there too.
my nigerian chemistry teacher is playing tricks on me. today we had a test full of things we never learned. a lot of times my nigerian teacher talks about "ju ju", which is african magic. "ju ju" cannot be taught or learned, it is a rite of birth. is this some sort of "ju ju" prank? i hope so.
alumni weekend! amen!
an abundance of golf carts carrying fancy, elderly women and refurbished vintage porsches throughout the campus can mean but one thing: alumni weekend. there is free food, mysterious music that resinates everywhere, a free virginia coalition concert, and of course, golf carts. obviously, to be an alumni is to be king.
Current Mood:
ecstatic
LOVE JUST LEAVES YA BRUISED
hi friend,
today i skipped town and came home.
this huge wave of sadness is just crashing over me. i miss too many people. that is the problem with boarding school, your life turns into this huge time management and there is never enough time for anybody.
i miss summer. i miss riding home on my bicycle (r.i.p) in a stolen towel and a wet bathing suit chewing on some fruit leather. i miss swimming in the ocean at night and having sand fights. i miss smelling like sweat, the beach, and sometimes beer. i miss the lame parties. i miss the lame people who i met at the lame parties. i miss exboyfriends and breaking into the beach club.
i miss the city. i miss feeling so a part of something so huge, so wonderful, so chic. i miss rolling my uniform skirt and eating french fries at jackson hole's. i miss waking up at five to go swim and then getting ice cream at 7:45 before school. i miss doing nothing in our little city and making it seem like such a big fat something.
this is why i am becoming so mean and bitter. i love too many things and too many people. why love something when you just wind up missing it? "nothing gold can stay" --- it's true. there is no eloquent way i can express how i feel right now. i'm just empty.
Current Mood: crushed
hi friend,
today i skipped town and came home.
this huge wave of sadness is just crashing over me. i miss too many people. that is the problem with boarding school, your life turns into this huge time management and there is never enough time for anybody.
i miss summer. i miss riding home on my bicycle (r.i.p) in a stolen towel and a wet bathing suit chewing on some fruit leather. i miss swimming in the ocean at night and having sand fights. i miss smelling like sweat, the beach, and sometimes beer. i miss the lame parties. i miss the lame people who i met at the lame parties. i miss exboyfriends and breaking into the beach club.
i miss the city. i miss feeling so a part of something so huge, so wonderful, so chic. i miss rolling my uniform skirt and eating french fries at jackson hole's. i miss waking up at five to go swim and then getting ice cream at 7:45 before school. i miss doing nothing in our little city and making it seem like such a big fat something.
this is why i am becoming so mean and bitter. i love too many things and too many people. why love something when you just wind up missing it? "nothing gold can stay" --- it's true. there is no eloquent way i can express how i feel right now. i'm just empty.
Current Mood:
crushed
I NEED YOU BACK AND I NEED YOU HERE
hi friend,
the old hockey boyfriend was in a car accident as he was riding home on his moped. i guess he won't be the hockey boyfriend after the substantial injuries he accquired in aformentioned accident. incase you are wondering, i was not driving the car which hit his recently mangled body.
however, i will be driving soon. my mother anxiously awaits the day when she can upgrade my pet name from "slave" to "chauffer." the thing is my mother is a sick addict. her drug of choice is retail. i have inherited this plauging condition in moderation. hopefully, there will be some sort of compromise in the offering of my driving skills, aka, lots and lots of marc jacobs apparell.
i am pretty. i have a chest that is the envy of prepubescent girls the world over. i am also suffering from l.o.l, not to be confused with the common abreviation for "laugh out loud." no, l.o.l is no cause for laughter of any kind. l.o.l is this: lack of loving. the summer is usually a proper antidote for my deprivation of ass but, i fear i may not be able to perserve myself for that long. after exhausting all of the possibilities, i've made my decision: i must have an affair with an older man. this will be a challenging task as i attend a preparatory school and easily fooled men of age are not in abudance. by the same token, i am becoming disgusting and desperate and fear that people may soon mistake me as a plant or a lesbian. desperate measures must be taken!!!!
i also may get liposuction but, that is a tale for another day, my friend.
Current Mood:
mellow
hi friend,
the old hockey boyfriend was in a car accident as he was riding home on his moped. i guess he won't be the hockey boyfriend after the substantial injuries he accquired in aformentioned accident. incase you are wondering, i was not driving the car which hit his recently mangled body.
however, i will be driving soon. my mother anxiously awaits the day when she can upgrade my pet name from "slave" to "chauffer." the thing is my mother is a sick addict. her drug of choice is retail. i have inherited this plauging condition in moderation. hopefully, there will be some sort of compromise in the offering of my driving skills, aka, lots and lots of marc jacobs apparell.
i am pretty. i have a chest that is the envy of prepubescent girls the world over. i am also suffering from l.o.l, not to be confused with the common abreviation for "laugh out loud." no, l.o.l is no cause for laughter of any kind. l.o.l is this: lack of loving. the summer is usually a proper antidote for my deprivation of ass but, i fear i may not be able to perserve myself for that long. after exhausting all of the possibilities, i've made my decision: i must have an affair with an older man. this will be a challenging task as i attend a preparatory school and easily fooled men of age are not in abudance. by the same token, i am becoming disgusting and desperate and fear that people may soon mistake me as a plant or a lesbian. desperate measures must be taken!!!!
i also may get liposuction but, that is a tale for another day, my friend.
Current Mood:
mellow
SHE'S A SUMMER LOVE FOR THE SPRING FALL AND WINTER
hi friend,
sometimes i confuse the people who go to or used to go to my school with past characters from road rules.
i have recently suffered through a boyfriend break up and the recent departure of my way serious cohort, andrew. my parents were frightened as i approached an unheard level of hermitage. they took me to captiva, florida to escape the apparent web of drugs, sex, and second year algebra i had tangled myself in. there, i collected a lot of shells and got really tan. "she is cured!" they exclaimed. little did they know, i had simply entered a new phase of psychosis.
upon my arrival at school, spring term was in the air. the freshman girls were wearing hardly any clothing at all and spring sports try outs were in full swing. the crew team and the softball team didn't particularly rub me the right way. this considered, i decided my calling was in intra-scholastic soccer. my parents nearly had identical heart attacks.
my rogue behavior is also transferring into my social life. this weekend i have planned an elaborate scheme which will make my ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend weep in agony!
how i revel in the pain of others!
Current Mood:
giggly
hi friend,
sometimes i confuse the people who go to or used to go to my school with past characters from road rules.
i have recently suffered through a boyfriend break up and the recent departure of my way serious cohort, andrew. my parents were frightened as i approached an unheard level of hermitage. they took me to captiva, florida to escape the apparent web of drugs, sex, and second year algebra i had tangled myself in. there, i collected a lot of shells and got really tan. "she is cured!" they exclaimed. little did they know, i had simply entered a new phase of psychosis.
upon my arrival at school, spring term was in the air. the freshman girls were wearing hardly any clothing at all and spring sports try outs were in full swing. the crew team and the softball team didn't particularly rub me the right way. this considered, i decided my calling was in intra-scholastic soccer. my parents nearly had identical heart attacks.
my rogue behavior is also transferring into my social life. this weekend i have planned an elaborate scheme which will make my ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend weep in agony!
how i revel in the pain of others!
Current Mood:
giggly
MAN IT'S A TWO WAY MIRROR AND YOU CAN'T BLAME ME
hi friend,
i never needed to be the "girlfriend." my position as the "fling" was always good enough. so i'll say this: thanks, i was glad to be the fling. the girlfriend is the long winter when you make sacrifices. the fling is so much more. it's the sticky summer nights, a little sand in your shoes, a few left over ticket stubs, my runny make up after the big storm, and a couple of electric bike rides home. if you ask me, that sure sounds better than any sort of girlfriend i've ever seen.
so, thanks. i wouldn't trade my croaky voice or bitten fingernails for twenty thousand of his phone calls.
Current Mood:
exhausted
hi friend,
i never needed to be the "girlfriend." my position as the "fling" was always good enough. so i'll say this: thanks, i was glad to be the fling. the girlfriend is the long winter when you make sacrifices. the fling is so much more. it's the sticky summer nights, a little sand in your shoes, a few left over ticket stubs, my runny make up after the big storm, and a couple of electric bike rides home. if you ask me, that sure sounds better than any sort of girlfriend i've ever seen.
so, thanks. i wouldn't trade my croaky voice or bitten fingernails for twenty thousand of his phone calls.
Current Mood:
exhausted
SHE LOVES TO LAUGH SHE LOVES TO SING SHE DOES EVERYTHING
hi friend,
well it sure has been a while. this has been a rather turbulent year for me. other than doing a lot of useless work, i am most positive that i have completely lost my mind. i've slid and scratched through plenty of "phases" since our last little chat. as the years creep on it is becoming harder and harder to accept change. my very good friend has taken on a startling metamorphosis into a not very good friend. at first, i refused to loose her without a fight. soon enough, i just got kind of lazy and decided it was a lot more fun to watch movies or play in the snow. i guess that's the way the cookie crumbles.
my "love timeline" can be compared to climbing a mountain in high heels: i am too fabulous to be dealing with such rocky terrain. i will fast forward quite a bit from the previous letter and start to describe doug's new girlfriend. not only does she like doug a whole lot but, she also likes me enough to slander my infamous name in her little "aim profile." the cute thing is, i can just imagine her victorious pimply grin. the cuter thing is, her boyfriend's tongue was inside my mouth first and i could beat her in a boxing match any day.
Current Mood: satisfied
hi friend,
well it sure has been a while. this has been a rather turbulent year for me. other than doing a lot of useless work, i am most positive that i have completely lost my mind. i've slid and scratched through plenty of "phases" since our last little chat. as the years creep on it is becoming harder and harder to accept change. my very good friend has taken on a startling metamorphosis into a not very good friend. at first, i refused to loose her without a fight. soon enough, i just got kind of lazy and decided it was a lot more fun to watch movies or play in the snow. i guess that's the way the cookie crumbles.
my "love timeline" can be compared to climbing a mountain in high heels: i am too fabulous to be dealing with such rocky terrain. i will fast forward quite a bit from the previous letter and start to describe doug's new girlfriend. not only does she like doug a whole lot but, she also likes me enough to slander my infamous name in her little "aim profile." the cute thing is, i can just imagine her victorious pimply grin. the cuter thing is, her boyfriend's tongue was inside my mouth first and i could beat her in a boxing match any day.
Current Mood:
satisfied
NOW I'M STARTING TO SEE, MAYBE IT'S GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH ME
hi friend,
we never keep in touch anymore. i think i am becoming too anal, grades and boyfriend problems are slowly chipping away at my signature nonchalance for things. this is the part of the term when everything painfully winds down to an end. water polo season fizzled out with a bang on saturday as we ravaged hill on homecoming weekend. it was really very beautiful and we each got a box of chocolates afterwards. i'm glad we won because i'm sure it would look very silly for all of us to be collecting these incredible boxes of chocolate after losing our match. at the pep rally the night before the aformentioned game i fell in a giant mud puddle and screamed until my already raspy voice succumbed to a slight whisper.
i just realized that snapple is kosher! it says so and everything.
the guy's name is doug. even after sliding through a series of very cute upperclassmen and slipping into bad habits, there is always doug. no matter how long i'm away from him or how many boys i drift in between the lines with those little memories never fail to sneak up on me. i don't really love him or anything but, i'm trying to arrange the fragments that add up to this humungous culmination of feelings i've accquired for him through two summers and a rather tipsy turvy fall. how teenage of me!
next thing you know i'll want to write a really amazing song about chemistry homework or burn a really gorgeous piece of art in the name of love. tonight i am even trying out for the school play. jesus christ!
Current Mood: giggly
hi friend,
we never keep in touch anymore. i think i am becoming too anal, grades and boyfriend problems are slowly chipping away at my signature nonchalance for things. this is the part of the term when everything painfully winds down to an end. water polo season fizzled out with a bang on saturday as we ravaged hill on homecoming weekend. it was really very beautiful and we each got a box of chocolates afterwards. i'm glad we won because i'm sure it would look very silly for all of us to be collecting these incredible boxes of chocolate after losing our match. at the pep rally the night before the aformentioned game i fell in a giant mud puddle and screamed until my already raspy voice succumbed to a slight whisper.
i just realized that snapple is kosher! it says so and everything.
the guy's name is doug. even after sliding through a series of very cute upperclassmen and slipping into bad habits, there is always doug. no matter how long i'm away from him or how many boys i drift in between the lines with those little memories never fail to sneak up on me. i don't really love him or anything but, i'm trying to arrange the fragments that add up to this humungous culmination of feelings i've accquired for him through two summers and a rather tipsy turvy fall. how teenage of me!
next thing you know i'll want to write a really amazing song about chemistry homework or burn a really gorgeous piece of art in the name of love. tonight i am even trying out for the school play. jesus christ!
Current Mood:
giggly
COME DOWN NOW
hi friend,
october eighteenth marked the day of my descent from the womb and just like that, i'm sixteen.
my parents surprised me with a very cute weekend for the friends and i at home. we went to a show in union square called de la guarda, which reminded me of a sexed up version of the lion king had it been suspended from wires. before that we ate dinner at los marinos and hillary stole the birthday sumbrero. it was all very cute and overwhelming.
since september fourth rolled around plenty has happened. andrew has been a little too busy with weed and freshman girls to notice anything anymore. school is discouraging. i am sick of finding f(x) and caring about what sort of compounds contain 56.3% of phosphorus. college has developed from a seemingly benign cyst into a fullfledged tumor and i am only a sophmore.
my sort of boyfriend is addicted to ebay. he buys things he doesn't need and buys even more things he thinks he needs. he buys action figures, vh1 kitten apparell, and fish tanks. there are a lot of people at this school i could be kissing and calling my boyfriend but, for now i'm comfortable with this.
Current Mood:
geeky
hi friend,
october eighteenth marked the day of my descent from the womb and just like that, i'm sixteen.
my parents surprised me with a very cute weekend for the friends and i at home. we went to a show in union square called de la guarda, which reminded me of a sexed up version of the lion king had it been suspended from wires. before that we ate dinner at los marinos and hillary stole the birthday sumbrero. it was all very cute and overwhelming.
since september fourth rolled around plenty has happened. andrew has been a little too busy with weed and freshman girls to notice anything anymore. school is discouraging. i am sick of finding f(x) and caring about what sort of compounds contain 56.3% of phosphorus. college has developed from a seemingly benign cyst into a fullfledged tumor and i am only a sophmore.
my sort of boyfriend is addicted to ebay. he buys things he doesn't need and buys even more things he thinks he needs. he buys action figures, vh1 kitten apparell, and fish tanks. there are a lot of people at this school i could be kissing and calling my boyfriend but, for now i'm comfortable with this.
Current Mood:
geeky
WHEN EVERYTHING FEELS FALL
hi friend,
on tuesday i wore a turtleneck for the first time of the year. there is something very symbolic about the unveiling of the turtleneck. it represents both the birth and death of two paralell extremes. on the one hand we have the tragic death of summer and all the hot sticky nights it stood for. in the opposite direction we have the birth of a very fulfledged autumn.
my creativity through the arts teacher told me that sophmore means "wise fool", which i believe is an incredibly appropriate definition. this year i am in the stephens house and nothing ridiculously horrible or anxiety attack provoking has happened.
the bastard has somehow shifted back into the very vaguely defined guy friend. sometimes when we talk i feel like everything is clicking at all the right instants and we're both flowing down the same sort of stream. however, there are still those other times when i feel as if we're still wandering opposite sides of the island without any sort of desire to conviene at the middle. until we do decide to have that midway island pow wow, i guess everything will remain crazy and full of sexual tension, just the way we like it.
i understand i am a huge dissapointment right now but, the intense workload is slowly desensifying me again. this summer taught me a lot about real friends and real love and real life situations. we will eventually cover each and every piece of what went on and who kissed who.
peace to jesus, man.
Current Mood: exhausted
hi friend,
on tuesday i wore a turtleneck for the first time of the year. there is something very symbolic about the unveiling of the turtleneck. it represents both the birth and death of two paralell extremes. on the one hand we have the tragic death of summer and all the hot sticky nights it stood for. in the opposite direction we have the birth of a very fulfledged autumn.
my creativity through the arts teacher told me that sophmore means "wise fool", which i believe is an incredibly appropriate definition. this year i am in the stephens house and nothing ridiculously horrible or anxiety attack provoking has happened.
the bastard has somehow shifted back into the very vaguely defined guy friend. sometimes when we talk i feel like everything is clicking at all the right instants and we're both flowing down the same sort of stream. however, there are still those other times when i feel as if we're still wandering opposite sides of the island without any sort of desire to conviene at the middle. until we do decide to have that midway island pow wow, i guess everything will remain crazy and full of sexual tension, just the way we like it.
i understand i am a huge dissapointment right now but, the intense workload is slowly desensifying me again. this summer taught me a lot about real friends and real love and real life situations. we will eventually cover each and every piece of what went on and who kissed who.
peace to jesus, man.
Current Mood:
exhausted
TRY ON YOUR WINGS AND FIND OUT WHERE IT'S AT
hi friend,
did you really think just because i grew this brand new sophmore skin that we'd be over? oh baby, we're just begining!!!
Current Mood: indescribable
hi friend,
did you really think just because i grew this brand new sophmore skin that we'd be over? oh baby, we're just begining!!!
Current Mood:
indescribable
I BET JERK BAG WRITES ABOUT ME IN HIS DIARY
hi friend,
and so the "summer before sixteen" comes to a close. a few days ago i had a very wild party with hula dancers and a man who eats fire. i finally felt liberated after sitting through thousands of extra-fancy barmitzvahs.
where do i start?
jerk bag and i have reconciled. as i depart for lake placid, new york thoughts of cigarette flavored kisses and nervous conversations will surely be enough to occupy me for hours. our relationship rapidly progressed from scab status to resembling a highly infectious, incurable disease. my bike was stolen during a brisk visit to the boardwalk with jerk bag. not only does he treat me with the kindness and respect i deserve but, he also attracts crime. how wonderful!
p.s: in the world of livejournal, apparently all lazy people are oysters (view below.)
Current Mood:
lazy
hi friend,
and so the "summer before sixteen" comes to a close. a few days ago i had a very wild party with hula dancers and a man who eats fire. i finally felt liberated after sitting through thousands of extra-fancy barmitzvahs.
where do i start?
jerk bag and i have reconciled. as i depart for lake placid, new york thoughts of cigarette flavored kisses and nervous conversations will surely be enough to occupy me for hours. our relationship rapidly progressed from scab status to resembling a highly infectious, incurable disease. my bike was stolen during a brisk visit to the boardwalk with jerk bag. not only does he treat me with the kindness and respect i deserve but, he also attracts crime. how wonderful!
p.s: in the world of livejournal, apparently all lazy people are oysters (view below.)
Current Mood:
lazy