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scott came over yesterday. he told me that satan is going to jump out of h.r. giger's mirror and deep throat my body. as you can see, he is a good influence on me (scotty, i mean, not satan or h.r. giger) even though some of the things he says make me want to run out of the room shrieking.
i proved that i'm more man than he is- ha, he doesn't even have the balls to deal with shimmery nail-polish. i don't have that problem, though. my left hand is all full of pink and purple... and lime green sparkles. i'm butch enough to take it. he... also said i looked kind of sexy, while i was trying to lick my own armpit. i am not generally told that i am sexy... but then again, i've never tried to lick my armpit, before, so maybe that is what i've been doing wrong. um... anyway, we had some good times, and a nice argument about the g-spot. does it exist? doesn't it? how would scott know in the first place? the world may never know (or, it might, but i kind of don't want to.)
today was moderately uneventful. except the school was over-run by police cars and fire trucks. no idea what was happening, because i was busy abusing the school internet policy. i've been eating animal crackers all day. i like them. o_o
dr. serros took pictures of the class for our self-portraits, and dared everyone to try to look as doom n' gloom(in') as i did. NO ONE CAN BEAT ME. my vacant scowl is well cultivated. *glowers*
my red and white striped socks are cool. i'm dressed like a complete tosser. i hate serrosian physics. i had another dream about the stars, last night. i was with scott, and other people from my school... on a camp out, i think. for a science class. and we went outside in the middle of the night... and were lying in the grass looking at the sky... and the stars were just too close, and the sky was too large, and it was suffocating, and it was beautiful... and i had to hold on to the grass to keep from falling into it. and i was terrified. ... then there was a murderer, and we were trying to hide in the tents... and i was trying to explain to someone that a tent isn't very good at keeping someone out when they are CARRYING A BUTCHER KNIFE. and scott told me i worry too much. my dreams are weird like that.
i miss sunshine. i want to go to magic mountain for my birthday. well... i don't know. i think i'm probably about on level with the nearest available surface, and just... things don't feel real today... maybe that's it. or maybe cheesy classic rock songs are becoming entirely too appropriate.
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