+Hey Kids!+
=Friday, November 9, 2001 at 11:35 p.m.=
There's this girl who I used to go to school with who is supposedly becoming a "pop sensation." See just how ridiculous this is:

Mandi Love!
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+I Need...A Breath of Fresh Air+
=Friday, November 9, 2001 at 11:27 p.m.=
Pitas is back, and so am I. Lately has been more routine; just like English is every period. You know, tests on Tuesday and Thursday, read literature every other day. It's all the same, and all my classes. How do they expect us to pay attention when everything is the same? And what about learning processes? Does taking notes from every freaking chapter honestly improve a student's comprehension? I wish there was more variety in assignments. More of the kind where you can choose your own project, but it has to be unique and individual. Anyway, I shouldn't complain; there are people who try as hard/little as I do who have worse grades. Right on for B's!
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+"Dress Like A Prep!"+
=Tuesday, November 6, 2001 at 06:57 p.m.=
I sit next to this cakey-eye shadow wearing chick in P.E. who normally is generally pleasant and none-bothersome. But no, not today- Today, she randomly decides to give me fashion advice. And here is what she said:

"You should grow out your hair to your shoulders. I mean, you know, you would be really pretty if your hair was long, and you wore a lot of make-up and dresses, and wore preppy clothes."

Coming from one of those freshman who seems to be searching for their identity, I honestly wondered why she had thought that her input would honestly make a difference. I do not wear make-up, and I do not want to dress "preppy" or what she considers it to be in her mind. In all actuality, I am suprised she followed up her statement by saying, "You know, like me." First of all, that's an awfully conceited thing to testify to your own great beauty. And second, I always thought the word "preppy" was degrading to most, and why would you want to throw an insult in your own direction, eh? Seriously, I understand why upper-classmen pick on freshman in some respects. They come in on the first day of school dressing and acting like the scenarios they see on "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" or whatever show it is they watch, and try to buddy up with the older kids to gain popularity. It's weird because they have set images of what they want to be, and it's all the stereotypical version of _____. "_____" can be a popular kid or a punk or a thugity-thug-thug or even a slut for some. But no matter what, they come in wearing the image on their sleeves (sometimes literally) and excpecting to fit in just right now that they're in high school. Now, this suprises me considering that most people like to create their own personal image. Why would you *want* to be a stereotype, hmm?

I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but i find this act most common in freshman. Besides, we've all had our freshman identity crisis, no one can deny it honestly. But that's okay. It's not so much of a crisis since everybody went through it together, now is it?
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+Ode to a Man+
=Monday, November 5, 2001 at 10:32 p.m.=
Maggie and I were online, and here's a little poem we came up with in remembrance of a guy:

Laura: no static electricity when he shakes your hand
no "asian rooftop" eyebrows when he looks cheery
no more pimple spots erupting in the sun during Monday afternoons as he waits for his ride...
Maggie: no more warm gum =/
Laura: no more "ah-ah-ah I don't knows" or other prose antics
Laura: no more "oops-I-thought-that-was-my-friend’s-shoulder-not-your-leg" groping
Maggie: no more word up's retarded hand shakes
Laura: We will never again be asked to caress his bosom where he may have once had a sex change operation
Never will we be able to fully know what his appearance is with long locks!
Maggie: no more suicidal tattoos
no more hair caresses of poofyness =/
Laura: All deals will be old.
All fires will be spat out.
All verses were written by cons
Maggie: no more look at my brand spankin new dickies and how they slightly hang off my butt so you can see my belt and mi boxers
Laura: no more chocolate chip eyes that melt in the heat when they aren't stoned.
No more kung-fu fighting
Maggie: no more indpedent....
Laura: no more hat exchanging
Maggie: no more genuine harcore fuck da muthafuckin shiiiiiiiiiiiit???
no college for him!!
Laura: No more shirts with unreadable lettering
Maggie: no more mohawks...
Laura: never will knowledge of gonads in the lighting occur!
Maggie: no more I'm gonna sneak up behind you and pretend you don't notice me, even tough I know you do
Laura: No more I wanna fuck you so hard but i can't so i'll just force you to hug me instead
Maggie: no more soft manly bosomly smell
no more arms!!
Laura: no more talks after school, which have stopped anyway
No more variety of skate shoes, add shirts, and random nice belts.

And so it ends abrubtly. Well, keep in mind, this is all a big inside joke, so don't take this all seriously, okay folks?
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+A year older. And nothing has changed.+
=Monday, November 5, 2001 at 06:07 p.m.=
Well, now that I'm a lovely little 15 year old, I shall rejoice in the virtues (?) of driving. So that in a year or two I can haul people around up and down California. And maybe Nevada. Ha ha, actually, no, I've never had it set in my mind to live that "American Dream" of traveling aimlessly in a convertible. I just said it simce it fit in nicely. Anyway, yesterday and today have been two great days of birhtday celebration. I am honestly suprised by what all people got me. I won't go into detail, but I am superbly pleased. So, all in all, I am loved, by everyone who matters.
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+Don't tell...+
=Saturday, November 3, 2001 at 11:11 p.m.=
I forgot to mention that while my parents were out playing pool, I gave myself the privilege of inspecting 1 present. They wrapped them early this year, so I was easily tempted. Anyway, I chose the smallest item, and peeked in to find none other than two different shaded of lip gloss. -_- Or mascara? Or some other make up item titled "Pschomelon." and "[something]berry blizzard". Dude, I don't wear make up. Almost never, I mean. *sighs* I knew I shouldn't have looked. (But don't worry, I'm still grateful)
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+Soon, Child, Soon+
=Saturday, November 3, 2001 at 11:02 p.m.=
My birthday is tomorrow! Even though no one is really making a huge deal out of it, I feel special anyway. My parents have been giving me a hard time ever since my brother left, and everything from my cat to my grades have been suffering. (Yes, I said cat...) But I think everything is looking up. I mean, I try a little harder to please them, and they try a bit more to understand. It's a compromise, really. We've negotiated it out, and it looks to be beautiful. All of my tough assignments and projects are out of the way, and I just recieved an A on my math test. I'll be fifteen by this time tomorrow, and though it's materialistic, I'm gonna get PRESENTS! Woo hoo! And hey, it doesn't hurt that it's a day closer to the 19th, now does it?

*does happy little incubus "hot dancer" dance*
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+I will be a...+
=Saturday, November 3, 2001 at 06:28 p.m.=
HOT DANCER!

My lawn is... a certain shade of green.

One of My Favorite Things is Summer Romance. But you kind of get Shaft-ed When It Comes undone...

Speak Free, and maybe you'll find The Answer...

Clean Out From Under that dresser, and maybe you'll find the Vitamin I dropped...

Deep Inside this Glass container lies Magic Medicince destined to give you a New Skin certain to attract a Stellar lover.

*sniff sniff* Lethy, I Miss You, and I Wish You Were Here!!!


Oops, I left out a whole buncha songs...I didn't even do any (except for one) from Morning View!
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+You Should See Me+
=Saturday, November 3, 2001 at 11:21 a.m.=
I have no clean clothing. Yes, I have a wealth of fashionable (in my opinion) attire in my dresser and closet, but all of that is strewn on the floor, thanks to my morning rush trying to get to school in time. That's not so bad, but then, what happens? My cat comes in and decides, "Hey, wouldn't it be nice if I gave Laura an early birthday present and nicely peed on her clothes??" AHH! So now I am forced to wear a pair of grey leggings (probably from the eighties) under black shorts, with a blue shirt that has stick figures on in, reading "Urban Exodus." Hahahaha, I love what happens when everything's hella screwed up. No, but really, I am a sight, certainly I am.
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+I neglected to mention...+
=Wednesday, October 31, 2001 at 08:52 p.m.=
I find "abnormalities" beautiful. Things like birth marks, scars, and extended fingers. Everyone is always freaked out when they see someone who has one of these, but I do think they are quite exquisite in their own way. The reason I put abnormalities in quotations is because I don't find them abnormal at all; but that is how others referr to them.
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+Oh no! Looks like Laura's horny! (I won't deny it, I may as well let my feelings show...)+
=Wednesday, October 31, 2001 at 04:00 p.m.=
Physical attraction (to me) is a buzzing stomach feeling, and when it occurs, it makes me laugh like a ghost is tickling me. It may indeed be quite comforting to find a good-looking guy who's personality makes everything 10 times better, but that always leads to destruction because emotional attachment causes awkward moments if only one of you thinks about the other naked. Actually, I don't picture anyone I like completely naked. I usually just have these...phantasmagorias of him and I without our shirts on, with his arms wrapped around my back, and me caressing his chest maybe. The torso is such a fascinating part of the body. It's sensual and soft, but also extra personal being that the key organs lie beneath the surface. Not only that, but there isn't anything completely "nasty" about it. It isn't even considered censor-worthy, which is just fine by me.

There's this guy at school I tell my friends about. Two, actually. One I know on an okay "wave at you in halls but only talk to you after school" basis; the other I don't have any relation to at all. Anyway, I always say how I want their bodies, which, come to think of it, is odd, considering I basically just want their torso. Which is why hugging is so precious... but I don't just want to jump in and do it, so my "limited" version is just kind of latching on to the arm. But it feels so good...and cozy...

Why do people have to be so godamn cute?!?!

And on top of that nice?!?!?!
but then they still don't display affection to you... *sighs*
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+Anti-Gravity+
=Wednesday, October 31, 2001 at 12:13 a.m.=
I'm a proud lil sucker! First time I didn't procrastinate. I actually did my homework on time and early. and now i have no obligations. boo-yah.
Halloween tomorrow, er today, I guess, will be so so fun! Mandy, Maggie, and I are dressing as a British rock band. Just for kicks, you know. I turned out relatively normal, sadly. Just grey dickies, black polo shirt, pigtails, white converse, hot pink/blue sock armbands, white shawl. Kinda cool I think, but it's just me...Or is it?
Oh and I know a boy who like a girl. I wish he would say who though. GOD! I want to know!
I am having so much fun tonight...I played Valerie both versions of the Incubus video, but the sound didnt work, so I played the song form my stereo, and it matched but it was just funny.
So i busted out s.c.i.e.n.c.e. and it's at the end during the "secret" track, and I always laught at this. This is hella freakt. "Show me your tits!" Or something I can't make out. "You better checkity check yourself before you wreckity wreck yourself!" Ahhh, ecstasy listening to that in the dark. Also, ecstasy is socks fresh out of the dryer... don't you agree?
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+Hoo Haa Haa+
=Sunday, October 28, 2001 at 09:51 p.m.=
I did a mad lib story online. The link is:

http://www.fuali.com/Online_Time_Wasters/bw-fairytale/story.asp?id=gDEEjbaAcIcaBHIbbBFHBGBCjih

or you can read it right here. This story has a ring of truth to it, too:
Once upon a time, there was a disgusted, nasty girl named Laura. Everyone loved Laura, but that didn't matter. You see she was queer and in love with Lethy, who happens to hate queer girls. Laura tried very hard not to be queer. She even tried fucking. But that didn't work. Then one day while skipping through a very cold bathroom, she tripped upon a red monkey. This red monkey spoke to Laura and said, "If you can answer my riddle I will grant you a wish." Well Laura lifted. And she slowly said, "What is your riddle, corrupted monkey?" The monkey replied, "If a snake has a glove, how many leaves does it stuff?" Laura thought about the riddle and answered, "15!" The monkey began crying, than it kissed, and turned into a doctor. The doctor kicked and said, "You are correct! You turned this old monkey into back into a handsome doctor. What is your wish?" Laura was so happy! She knew exactly what she wanted, "I don't want to be queer any more! That way Lethy will fall in love with me." The doctor then tapped his red notebook and Laura was no longer queer! She left the bathroom to find Lethy. When she did, she found him stroking Maggie, the erect girl from Santa Cruz. And Lethy and Maggie lived tenderly ever after. Laura, on the other hand, died a tall spinster. The end.
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+Right On for Dweeby Kids!+
=Sunday, October 28, 2001 at 09:33 p.m.=
I AM 64% GEEK.
Nerd, Freak, Geek, Dweeb. Sound familiar? That's okay, cause I will be the richest person at my 15th year high-school reunion. If a "con" isn't happening that weekend. Take the GEEK Test at Fuali.com!
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+An Html Baby is Born+
=Sunday, October 28, 2001 at 04:22 p.m.=
Score! New Layout! Background may take a while to load, but I love it anyway. If you look closely, (well, it doesn't even have to be "closely" you'll notice I was under heavy influence of Maggie when I made this layout. Ah, well, 'tis all just keen and nice, yes?
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+Life is Grand. (Or at Least Last Night Was)+
=Sunday, October 28, 2001 at 01:24 p.m.=
Ahh, everything is perfect. Last night's Santa Cruz show was absolutely awesome. Especially considering the past shows I've been to weren't quite so pleasing, this one really brought up my spirits. Not only did all the bands (Rohner, (de Division Day) Keeping Ellis, A Burning Water, Under A Dying Sun) play spectacularly, but it was also very intimate and casual. It was so intimate in fact, you could smell eachother's sweat, and feel eachother's breath on your necks, but nobody cared so it was all good. Plus, it was special. I mean, there were several A Burning Water encounters that made it all the better.

The first was an awkward, "Hey I remember you. We're lost. Are you lost too?" And yeah, they didn't know where this "Noise Box" was located either. But later, as people so rudely *cough* wiggled their way in front of me during Keeping Ellis, Collin made a cute little wave Maggie's way. Her glory, though I bathe myself in it, too, just because. I sacrificed myself for that wave. His elbow grazed my ear numerous times. Ouchies, the pain! Haha.

And finally, the Brian encounter. Well, see, I haven't talked to him ever before, though Maggie and Sam did once. Anyway, people (excluding Maggie I must remember) say how "Brian is an ass. Dickhole!" You know, all that shit. But when we went to the little merch table he was running, he was just as benign as anyone. He even asked if we had travelled "all the way from Campbell" (that isn't a quote, but a phrase more or less) and such. They ran out of patches, but Brian says he'll mail one (or more?) to Maggie. And hey, I asked could I put my address down, too, but no, he will mail double to Maggie. I think? Dude, Maggie tell me if that's wrong, but I don't think it is. And don't try to cheat me out of it, either!! Hee hee, just kidding.
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