She-bop, Shoo-bop, a, bee-bop.

I am mildly smelly, sweaty, and anxious. I had an amiable evening. I am slowly depleting the last of my money. Which seems okay. I finally have joined the ranks of teenagers everywhere...

I got a damned cellphone.

There, now I feel like every other damned teen, I hate cell phones so much. I hate it when friends talk on them, instead of to you. And that goes for text messaging too.
GAH!
HATE. HATE. HATE.

But I am now a hypocrite. I own one, but I'm sure the only one whom will call me will be my mother dearest.
Bless her heart.

I went to nextfest with Nell, I bought her way in. I am temporarily in the money, ya' know. It was nice, both show were likable. I preferred the first one myself. But, it was mildly politically centred, eh...

Then we went to Sneaky Pete's and shot a couple games of pool, and called it an evening.

So ends the night of a socialite...
Bah.

I swear that I shall find some form of motivation. I am going out tomorrow with a friend and his girlfriend. I am hoping that it goes well. I've never met his love, so hey! Who knows.

We are going to see a lovely show together. Seeing how my interveiw goes, I think I am going to submit my application to BlockBuster.
I need a job THAT badly.

I just got out of bed. Damn. I didn't even stay out late yesterday, only till 11:30pm, and it wasn't even strenous. Just tiring.
Fun, but tiring.

I am going to clean up, and MAYBE walk to the post office... My cousin wants me to send her a C.D, so i'll do it, and couple of books too. I like her, she's as Rad as a fourteen year old can come.

I'm also going to attempt to find some form of edibleness in my kitchen.
I'm famished.

I'll kill you...

So I had Chicken Strips with Nell, and we hit up a garage sale.

To my dismay, we didn't buy the garage.


I'm alone in the house, mom and dad are out with friends, Aaron is off running with wolves. I am going to find some Ben Lee and Run Run, and then dissipate into the night(twilight) with a night-light and a novel (about cadavers) and a superhero clutched in my arm.

Thanks Coffee, Thanks Donnie.

Mmm,Hmm. I am tired, and anxious about tomorrow's interview. This is the first time in awhile that I am ready to crash at nine o'clock...
Oh Sweet Nothings,
Do Come.

Hausted.

Exhausted. I had a long day. My interview was wonderful, my coordinator Chris, is awesome. If I get the job, I run the whole sail centre. Wowzers?

I am so wiped. I had coffee with Oma and Momma today, we ended up spending a longer set of time together...
Mom locked the keys in the car.

Then I met up With Kristine and Andrew, we had tea, and then Kristine had to go. So me and Andrew went and saw Fractal Pattern. They were wicked good. I quite enjoy their tunes..

Then Nell and her Love showed up. We didn't chat long. Then Andrew and I left. Got a cupcake and went home.

OH!

I bought The Clockwork Orange. Finally.

I am ready to collapse, a few minutes longer
and then...

To hold my sadness in your hands.
Your hands you wring with anxiety.
And like a press, strangle my sadness out.

I want you.

To place your hands around my throat.
My throat that chokes on silent words.
And help it cough, expel those sticky syllables.

I want you.

To arrange your body next to mine.
Like identical puzzle pieces, stuck edges.
And we'll glue ourselves to a plasterboard to hang on a wall, displayed for all to see.


I want you.


I am tired, and that is all for this evenings' news report. Catch our lunch broadcast for more pressing details.