| friday night and the feelin's right |
[Sep. 18th, 2004|12:55 am] |
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here're today's top stories:
dad was having a diagnostic of his digestive tract done today. they pumped him full of take-home laxatives the day before the procedure and told him he couldn't eat for 24 hours, so he was priddy uptight. this morning he gave me a lecture about my "constant procrastination" as he shoved eighty bucks in my face so that i could buy homecoming tickets and a ben nye beginner's kit for makeup class THAT I DIDN'T REALLY NEED TODAY. i tried to act in my own defense, but he was stubborn. dad likes to get things done, whereas i figure that as long as i don't make a big deal out of deadlines, i'm less likely to miss 'em. he doesn't agree with my philosophy.
dad was really on the edge on the way to school and he was depressing the hell out of all of us. it's like there's no end to how much of a screwup i am. my head swelled up with so much frustration that i was about to scream and curse from the curb as the car was driving off...but i swallowed it. i hope dad feels better. i hate to see him like this. i love 'im so much.
we had a final in makeup today. i was a burn victim. miss stafford thought enough of the final product to show it to the class. that felt priddy good.
m. and i were gonna have a li'l jam session today, but she bailed out last minute. i was a little bummed out 'cos i was really looking forward to it, but i guess it's cool. i went home and wrote music by myself, trying to emulate husker du as a successful middle ground between punk and alternative. i wanna appeal to the subculture masses while still writing music that i like. punk is cool and all, but some of it's not for me.
schoolboy glamour played tonight at koo's. they're an all-girl band--sort of a trans-saharan jefferson airplane sound with a common marching-time stacatto. it was a limited turnout, and i guess i'm officially their "no. 1 fan". k.n., s.n., and a.o. wanna pick me up as a bass player for their new side project, "teen dreams". it sounded like an excellent plan. i ate dinner at roscoe's fried chicken and waffles down the street. they were both delicious. i donated a couple bucks to this shabby-lookin' character david who wanted to buy some dinner. he stuck around for awhile and kept telling me about this recording studio in burbank that he works at, and how i could be big in the entertainment industry. he wanted to know where i lived so he could pay me back. i said no thanks. he seemed like a nice guy, but he wouldn't leave me alone. |
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| wednesday (?) |
[Sep. 15th, 2004|10:49 pm] |
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| | husker du (h.d. means "do you remember?"--news to me!) | ] |
lips like
canned peaches
in light syrup;
sweet
and
delicious.
here're today's top stories:
i've decided to write another script. this one's about nicaragua during the cold war. it sounds boring, but it's really a pirate movie... |
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| monday |
[Sep. 13th, 2004|09:37 pm] |
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| | paul simon--graceland ("whoop! whoop! whoop! whoop!") | ] |
back to school today. i was so tired that during lunch i started to see spots like fireflies in front of my eyes.
here're today's top stories:
k.f. got attacked by k.w. and k.h., who tried to administer an atomic wedgie. let me just say that k.w. and k.h. aren't bullies like it might seem--they're two of the nicest guys i know--but k.f. just wasn't having as much fun as they were. i swooped in and tried my best to fight 'em off and k.f. eventually broke free with only minor discomfort. i hope it doesn't frustrate k.w. and k.h. that i'm always doing that and spoiling their fun, but i don't think they mind.
i faced internal conflict today deciding who i should take to the homecoming dance. i could either ask someone completely new, or a friend of mine--k.m.--who quietly muttered something about being swept off her feet last year at lunch after one of my good friends asked another to winter formal by filling her locker with golfballs (it was a huge hit with the girls around school, but a hard thing to organize--d.d. was still finding golfballs in her locker in june). but i decided that every girl deserves to be swept off her feet, so i rigged up this shoebox that looks like a package only i cheated a ribbon through a slit in the top that i wrote "WILL YOU" YADDA YADDA on, and "PULL HERE" at the edge. the plan is k.m. pulls the tag and leads the ribbon out of the box and AH-HA!...there's the question! priddy small, but i thought it was cool. |
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| sunday |
[Sep. 12th, 2004|07:47 pm] |
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| | pavement (i'm gonna be listening to a lot of this--heads up) | ] |
there's too many rules and procedures to driving. earlier today i was driving with cool rick, the instructor, when we came to a railroad crossing. cool rick was on his mobile, so i eased the accelerator to the floor and imagined shooting over those tracks and man it would've been cool--i can tell you that. but rick, the constant overseer, told me to slow down before i could get there.
here're today's top stories:
i ran a 7:56 mile today. hey--it's better than 8:00.
i need a girlfriend.
went to the new restaurant on main with the old show cars in the window. it was fun, but they're just stretching their legs. |
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| friday friday friday |
[Sep. 10th, 2004|11:32 pm] |
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| | spin doctors ("they had that one hit: dunh-dunh..."--k.h.) | ] |
this week really took it out of me, but it was fun.
here are today's top stories:
this one came out of left field: m.g. might be deported. it's got me down 'cos i never really got to know her that well. but the jury hasn't spoken yet, so cross your fingers. more details as the story unfolds.
i've got driving classes tomorrow--2 hours on the road. don't know what to expect, but it should be interesting.
read an essay by virginia woolf today in english--"death of a moth". she says that a moth can be bigger than the world when it lays down and dies. think about it. |
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