A Quest for Jesus and Mary Chain Nostalgia in My Underwear Sunday, May 2 2004 

:: 2004 2 May :: 10.53 am
:: Mood: regretful
:: Music: Camper Van Beethovan, All Her Favorite Fruit
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yesterday was absolute. today is rain and grey skies and puddles, the bottoms of my jeans wet and covered with decomposing leaves; sunday the second of may is reminding me of every other sunday and everything that’s gone about this one.

an attempt to cheer myself up,

top 15

1.) taking mrs. manoli’s office hostage and decoding the Dean Pattern with carl during his super secret detention plus – as of april 29th, you have 7.4 Deans Clubs and 4i + 2x^6 Sunday Detentions.

2.) rejoicing in the sunlight with b. wendel as the SAT took captive the entire junior class plus jon mckay – making daisy chains and ridding the world of evil hairless blue acorn-fiend aliens, disguised as squirrels.

3.) utilizing transpo to become mexican with c.h. and b.w. at “mi pueblo,” learning that sushi is mexican aussi and eating cheese. just cheese.

4.) SHEETZ, a self-containing adventure of blue bubble gum soda and delicious flourescent lighting.

5.) discovering helltown with emmet, who has mitzi(e?), lots of wallpaper, and no door on his bathroom – finding the bridge to terebithia and listening to horses go over the lock.

6.) trespassing at bostons mills- sneaking around decrepit cross country trails, sitting on log in middle of creek, climbing buttermilk, swinging on chair lift, and rolling in gravel pile.

7.) driving through haunted graveyard and finding out that carl + carol + prom = no longer.

8.) excitement at acme plaza – blasting the rapture, being checked out by funny looking check-out clerk (heh), seeing jon mckay get flirty with his lady coworkers.

9.) thrifting at village discount outlet for max steel the space-surfer void, “spoiled rotten by papa” shirt, explicit cuban sex novel, and ridiculous trucker hat.

10.) taco bell + macedonia -> nacho flavored pespi straw revolution.

11.) wasting $15 to see twenty five minutes of Godsend (terrible, terrible, terrible) with angelo and jaqueline beasley

12.) leaving godsend to seek solace in a. mean girls, b. ella enchanted, and c. the car

13.) driving insanity with conor oberst and lover i don’t have to love

14.) jones root beer, starbucks’ chocolate covered graham crackers, and angelo, who is ridiclously racist, homophobic and comforting

15.) return to WRA, 10:46-10:57 PM

Blindfolded, Dizzy, and Missing the Pinata Tuesday, Apr 27 2004 

:: 2004 27 April :: 7.53 pm
:: Mood: wounded
:: Music: Nancy Sinatra, Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)
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Dr. Flanagan kidnapped my blazer from ma maison (the cardboard box lost and found in the kfac hallway) and eyeballed me at dinner before clearing his throat and briefly addressing the notes found in the pocket, which apparently depicted nazi eagles dropping poisoned gas onto some poor, poor profoundly retarded children. accredit clever swastika cartoons to ben.

ben and lucy have fallen onto the floor like a tray of champagne flutes. we need so much healing, namely concerning and maybe from eachother, but that could take me a lot of time. i feel something like loneliness.

we don’t have a lot of time.

honesty: a question.

Drip. Drip. Drip. This is Not the Sound of an I.V. Wednesday, Apr 21 2004 

:: 2004 21 April :: 8.31 pm
:: Mood: warm
:: Music: Wilco, Pieholden Suite
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effectively, i just punched myself in the face.

i dragged myself out of the shower a few minutes ago; i came in five minutes late, soaked to the bone and freezing cold, the definition of bedraggled. i could barely peel my clothes off, and as soon as i found enough layers of sweatpants and cotton, i curled up under my comforter to hear the rain pelting ellsworth like a truckload of gravel. i plan to remain here all evening, and realize that this will piss mrs. horgan off.

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