Seriously, the roof collapsed a few weeks ago, and some remnants are still on the floor. We are having major infestations; like spiders in the bathroom, ants practically anywhere you can imagine them, fleas, moths in the night, the occasional cockroach, and it would be incomplete without the supposed larvae.
I am teaching myself Russian this summer.
I am improving my French this summer.
So therefore, whenever I listen to the Russian tapes, I keep expecting to hear French. Which I don't.
I am annoyed that my sister and I now listen to basically the same music. I don't like sharing with her even though it was my idea.
This is a supplement to my last journal; all EIGHT versions of the poem I wrote just documenting the wounds of March and April. The first one is automatic writing; which is just a technique of the surrealists that is writing without thinking about it.
Well I went to her myspace to see if she broke up with her crazy girlfriend yet. And not only has she NOT done this, she keeps writing about how in love with her she is!! wtf this sucks.
She wrote a poem. She said she missed her while she was away.
I am so freaking bored. I hate summer already. There's nothing to do. My friends I hate. Being able to drive was great for a while...until you run out of places to go.
How come all my friends get an instant call back for an interview after they hand in their applications and I have to call back again and again, only to hear "call back next week"? Why are they all getting jobs and all I'm getting is my mom complaining that it's my fault that walmart is so flighty that they call me twice telling me I'll get an interview, and never do?
I woke up at 6. With a migrane. And sickness. So I watched Saved By The Bell and went back to sleep. Then I got up again at 2PM. Still sick. And I'm still sick. I think I houldn't have ate whatever the hell I ate yesterday, whatever it was.
Oh man....yeah first of all I hate public displays of affection...including on tv. Including on Blind Date, where they were going at it so violently that even it being freaking CENSORED didn't cover it up.
Ok, I posted my essays before par request but no one read them. This is important to me. I think you will find them as entertaining as anything else I could write, so you might as well read them. They aren't in the traditional format.
U & I wos quite Ashame'd --
U exhausted my trys with your Savage uh Rhetoric
Disjointed worrys that U started me out with --
U must be so ashamed. beyond the failures of doubt.
Well i too
needs a resolution --
(people arent eclectic)
but theys got thy'r delusions.
U & I wos quite Confuse'd --
Well it wos more i then it wos more U
People are so hateful towards The Gossip. I mean they go over the same things again & again. To them I say, "STFU. I shall not listen to you any longer."
I read my previous journals, & I decided I am SO HAPPY SCHOOL IS OVER.
Don't be afraid...
EDIT: This is kind of long and might seem droning to you. I am not really even in a bad mood. I'm just reflecting on 11th grade. This I guess is the general tone that the year assumed. I tried to make the paragraphs fancy though.
Happy reading! Be warned.
I am feeling pretty damn awesome at this party with myself.
I am high on patti smith and lou reed.
I love music. I love not fitting in. I love how I am listening to lou reed and patti smith in the car and everyone else is driving by with VT flags and american flag stickers.
Ok, first of all my poem I though wouldn't end up being classified as a journal. Oh well. Yaeh I think I am going to be writing one a day for a while, as long as stuff keeps happening that I feel compelled to discuss.