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So yeah, I cut school today, and did laundry and baked cookies and got my hair cut and then I went to the Salvation Army instead. The one up on Hoosick is going out of business, which is totally weird. For a couple minutes I thought that I didn't actually hate everything and everyone, but it turns out that I really do after all.

Last night I went to see Rocky Horror with Face. I've decided that I should keep a scrapbook or something to remember all the cool stuff I do.

Tomorrow and Friday will be hellish. I really don't want to do this fucking debate. I really don't want to do anything at all, as a matter of fact. I hate you.

Anyhow, after this week is over, it's all down-hill until I get back after spring break. I'm leaving Wendesday instead of Friday (silly me...) which means I'm that much closer to Freedom. I mean, France.

RUbYKNigHt24 (10:30:56 PM): Why hello Eric Becky needs a man in her life. Well maybe she doesnt but who knows. Im sorry Im allready taken by someone else. What should i do. *It hard talking to your slef in the mirror.* And so the Hunt for the red october begins.ERrr I mean well. Um Yea So it begins!!!!!
skye yes 681 (10:31:29 PM): woo hoo!
RUbYKNigHt24 (10:38:20 PM): I knew i could count on your support
RUbYKNigHt24 (10:38:39 PM): Now list some features about guys in generael. It doesnt mean you like those features or dislike them
RUbYKNigHt24 (10:38:49 PM): I need to conduct a experiment
skye yes 681 (10:39:59 PM): haha so they can be good or bad features?
RUbYKNigHt24 (10:40:45 PM): I guess so. Do you like or Dislike bad features :-P
skye yes 681 (10:41:21 PM): depends on what the bad feature is! :P
RUbYKNigHt24 (10:41:33 PM): Well give me a example going both ways
skye yes 681 (10:42:01 PM): okay, well, like sometimes crooked teeth are really hot
skye yes 681 (10:42:07 PM): and sometimesthey're gross
RUbYKNigHt24 (10:42:18 PM): *shudders
skye yes 681 (10:42:34 PM): haha
RUbYKNigHt24 (10:43:12 PM): I didnt say stop did it?
skye yes 681 (10:43:30 PM): no...
skye yes 681 (10:43:35 PM): okay, other features...
skye yes 681 (10:43:44 PM): sense of humor?
skye yes 681 (10:43:50 PM): um... and, hair
RUbYKNigHt24 (10:43:59 PM): haha thats a good one :-P
skye yes 681 (10:44:09 PM): i know :P
skye yes 681 (10:44:31 PM): deep, soulful eyes
skye yes 681 (10:44:33 PM): haha
RUbYKNigHt24 (10:44:59 PM): How bout Smell?
RUbYKNigHt24 (10:45:08 PM): Does a bad smell turn your on or on?
RUbYKNigHt24 (10:45:34 PM): Wha HA Trick Question. NOw you have to say On!

"It's going to be a humdinger of a day."

RUbYKNigHt24 (10:03:50 PM): Do you remember a creepy kid named Shawn who looks like the Red Skull?

The more I think about Bubba Ho-Tep, the less it makes any sense. I think that was the point, though.

Truly, the fun never stops, even when I am hacking like an axe.

And now, I ask you to observe the total awesome-ness of these guys:



I'm off to get some hardcore sleep.

I am so into you.

Today was definitely fun. Emily picked me up from school, we dropped off her sister and came back for Tom, and lo and behold who should be sitting in the auditorium but one Dave Shaver (Okay so I just saw him on Saturday, but it's always a pleasure and a joy...)! Then we headed out and stopped at Stewart's for free ice cream (I was wearing green to show off my non-Irish St. Patty's Day Spirit), picked up Stevo and then stopped and got more free ice cream at the other Stewart's.

The Trivial Pursuit tournament was fun, even though we were the FIRST team eliminated, and most answers were either "Haiti" or some feminist author. Our downfall was those damn sports questions. It was truly the luck of the draw. I felt bad that Em didn't get to compete, because I was really expecting to advance to the next round. But she said it's really okay, and so I'll take her word on that.

I got a free t-shirt out of the deal. The other prizes sucked anyway.

My throat is sore from all the excitement, although maybe I'm just getting sick.

HOLY CRAP!

Today is the best day EVER! I was just sitting here pretending to write my paragraph for the "group essay" for English class, and I looked up and right on the shelf about the computer I spied "The Nevereding Story" by Michael Ende! It's probably been there for years and I have never ever ever noticed it. Apparently someone named L. Evans borrowed it from a library in July of 1989 and didn't return it.

Sometimes I think I am bound for greatness.

(For those of you who don't know, the movie "The Neverending Story" was one of my childhood '80s fantasy genre films that I watched practically a billion times, and I have been meaning to get my hands on a copy of the book for quite a while now.)

Oh, Bastian Balthazar Bux!

Today was the most amazing day of my life. Today I finally learned why the sky is blue. Seriously. Suddenly everything in the universe makes sense.

Fifteen days until Notification.
Twenty-six days until France.

Europe or bust!

In the mean time I'm off to ponder whether there is any point in doing homework anymore.

You know those people you just want to hug all the time?

Yeah, I've got some of those.

(He held me close to his chest and I took in the aroma of his unwashed hair, a silk tie, and a breath of hot air as it passed from his lungs to mine.)

Now for the important stuff: I'm going to play Hodel in Fiddler on the Roof. I finally ate at Famous Lunch. Reality TV has claimed my soul.

For a long time I've tried to find meaning in these poorly constructed sentence fragments. I realize now that there is none, and that you are only seeking sidelong glances. So I'll look you straight in the eye to tell you you're no better or worse than any of us. Get over it.

I'm like that crazy old lady in Donnie Darko.

Speaking of which, Mazer still has my copy of that movie...... I don't think I'm getting it back.

"'Oranges and lemons,' say the bells of St. Clements.
'You owe me five farthings,' say the bells of St. Martins.
'When will you pay me?' say the bells of Old Bailey.
'When I grow rich,' say the bells of Shoreditch.
'When will that be?' say the bells of Stepney.
'I do not know,' says the great bell of Bow.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head,
Chip chop chip chop the last man's dead!"

Okay, so... I skipped school today. I'm overly critical. I didn't actually even finish my homework, nor did I have to. I'm slacking. I slipped him a kiss on the cheek. I slept fourteen hours straight. I had dreams you would not believe. I just called to have a session on how sick of sessions I am. I lay in the sun like a cat. I miss you keeping tabs on me, and I'm only going because I know you will be there.

So what?