so... not much going on. i guess i could talk about the car "incident," but i'm sure by now that all people who read my blog know by now. ask if you don't a guess. um, yea. we finished romeo and juliet last week. that was pretty special. i actually enjoyed watching it, hidden meanings and all. yeah, you know what i mean. i've spent quite a bit of time lately watching comedy acts on VOD. can i just say that EVERYTHING GETS DIRTY. its terrible. i've thought about stopping but... hehe, don't think like that (mel, kait), i fast-forward. there are also alot of concerts coming up that i'm hoping i will get to attend. the tickets that we have already purchesed for the TDG concert are housed in my mom's underwear drawer for the time being. that's one place brandi won't look. my cousins are in town (i still don't quite know why) and we rented some movies last night (across the universe + american gangster). we watched across the universe until 1135 last night. i wasn't tired at all. but you do tend to notice how long a movie is when you have to pee half way through. i didn't get up tho, i didn't want to miss anything. plus i was looking for Bono the whole time.
well, i'm gunna go and most likely play sims. maybe i could get someone to take me to plato's closet, even though i have no money. :D
xoxo [.liss.]
p.s. i am sad to mention that the posse are attending a funeral right now. sam's grandma passed away. keep them in your thoughts!
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navigating around the school hallways and seeing the people walk by, i look into their faces. i notice their hair color, whether they wear glasses, what color eyes they have, who they walk with... its corny, but i try to look past all of that, too. once and awhile its nice for someone as shy as me to pass another person in the hall, a complete stranger no less, who dares to make eye contact and sends my heart into flutters. i can't help thinking, "that person saw me." but its not really the act of "seeing" itself, its more the act of "searching," that means most to me. i feel lost. i feel disposable; a picture frame that gets a scratch across the glass and is thrown away, just to be replaced. i don't really have a problem with that, i don't feel like i need to be pitied or ... that i need to seek attention. its the replacement that bothers me. i want to offer something that no one else can, i just haven't found that thing yet. this is just the ramblings of a high school no one who likes to watch rather then do. i like to think of myself as rather quiet, yet excitable and fun to be around. but there's always that underlying feeling of unease and awkwardness, that i've only been able to overcome a few times in my life. i don't want to change who i am. i don't want others to pretend to see in me what they don't. i want people to see the bad side of me, and spend the time searching for the good. i look for the best in others, and often times face the flaws in myself. welcome to my public diary...
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REMEMBER MY CD!
or die...
seriously...
i'm good at cutting out window screans without a sound.
erm... BE WARNED!
HEHEHEHEH. way to go kait!
we drove through council bluffs twice this weekend. all i think about is the panic concert that i DON'T HAVE TICKETS FOR. we even spent the night there...
that's really sad about Sam's grandma...
yea, i think she's alright tho
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