friskin

You know what's really creepy? Charging a ten dollar pair of earrings at a giftshop in the lobby of a Spanish hotel, and getting a bill a week and a half later that says that they cost a THOUSAND dollars. Yeah, someone fucked up and this time it's not me. I just had a minor heart attack...

SO glad the Talent Show is all over and done with. Now one question remains: who won? I guess it doesn't really matter, but I'd still like to know.

Oh, and I sent the deposit to Beloit this morning, so I guess that's where I'll be in the fall. I really was torn between Beloit and Earlham. Seriously. My mind was spinning in circles and I thought there was no way that one could possibly come out the winner.. But a wise friend asked what 51 percent of me said, and I told him that 50.5 percent said Beloit. So that's it.

P.S. Welcome back to my life.

I've got it bad.

I'm leaving again, but I'll be home soon, and then I'll be sure to let you know what I've found.

The Day of Silence was interesting and difficult. I got a bit bored and lonely. I only slipped three times, and I only heard three negative comments. Mostly I think most people were oblivious. I was impressed, though, at the number of participants I saw, especially Mark and Trevor. K.J. called me a dyke, but it was after 8th period so I called her a bitch and that was that. Not that I was particularly offended (I'm pretty sure she was just kidding, anyway...), just irritated the meiotic immaturity of the comment. But hey, she made it into my journal.

I'm kind of beginning to get things under control again. My mom told me yesterday that she bought me a plane ticked to Indiana (actually Dayton, Ohio to be exact) for Monday. This is very exciting news because it means that I don't have to torture myself anymore about what Earlham MIGHT be like, or about blindly deciding where to go to college next year.

So by Tuesday I'll know where I'm putting a deposit.

I like being excited again.

I'm hoping that I'll fall madly in love.

But then again, I fall madly in love practically everywhere... to varying degrees.

I'm off to chase some steeples.

"Isn't that.... how can I say this nicely.... a little fucked?"

I've got about half of the pictures I'm going to upload uploaded. It's taking forever.

They should be here and here.

I appologize for excessive blurry-ness. Really, they should be viewed along with my narrative explanation, otherwise they probably don't make any sense anyway.

Walking back to you is the hardest thing that
I can do.

Today my ears were burning. Apparently it wasn't because of the chemicals.

Periodically, Doctor Garrison announces, "Teachers, lock your doors." Then she runs through the halls in stilettos with a giant broom.

...I'm leaving the country in less than 48 hours. Good-bye Stephen Foster. Goodbye time zone. Goodbye kitchen floor. Goodbye boys and girls. Goodbye tattered dreams. I hope to get my mind off of these shenanigns. Goodbye and good riddance!

XOXXXO

Met the ghost of Stephen Foster at the Hotel Paradise
This is what I told him as I gazed into his eyes:
Rooms were made for carpets,
Towers made for spires,
Ships were made for cannonade fire off from inside them
Gwine to run all night, gwine to run all day
Camptown ladies never sang all the doo dah day!
No, no, no!
Met the ghost of Stephen Foster at the Hotel Paradise
This is what I told him as I gazed into his eyes:
Ships were made for sinking,
Whiskey made for drinking,
If we were made of cellophane, we'd all get stinking drunk quite faster!
Ha, ha, ha!

Squirrel Nut Zippers

Fame!

(Again.)

(Luckily they didn't include the horrible picture of me that is in the newspaper in the online edition.)