oh, la. i thought today would be horrible. but it was okay. the light on the wall looks like bubbling water an suds and windy leaves. it is very strange. in art, we have to make a drawing of a neighborhood. devin insits we put in a brothel. i got his shoe off today, but did not tie it. i love hobbit kid. he gave me a hug and everyone got a hug and sara took some pictures that were interesting. hmmm. water! water! oh fish. there is too much low quality chocoalte in my belly under the high quality chocolate mom bought for me. TOO MUCH! no one looks at doy but me. and lena pissed me out the door. i almost died. happy birthday amelia and alanna tomorrow and the day after that!

in my ear: my mom and the radio walking around and boring

i almost forgot. sara got five penis enlargement emails today.
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hey. been trying to meet you. mmmmmmmmmmm. hey.
and anyway. my foot just fell asleep and i kept falling down because i was putting it in weird places. my day was okay. ginger was upset about my absence yesterday. this is the fourth time i've been absent this year. ginger went to school one day last week. HA! once becuase kristen didn't call and wake her up like she apparently does every morning. and we said to mouse "guess what you didn't do this weekend?"
and we said "read harry potter," and he gave us some gusher hushers and ginger shared jerkey and there were pringles too, somewhere. out there. way up high. hobbit kid, who calls me morgan la fay, had a dream he was a single mother. i love hobbit kid, the scrub. i drew a little pig in art class. it was a little little pig. math basically did not exist because only math teachers can teach math and we were given a substitute. SUBSTIT!...ute. i'm all tuckered out of my minds. all three. eileen and sara are so nice. lena called sara every five minutes theis afternoon. it was funny, and eileen went aranting. i wish i could just say "thankyou" when they give complements. i finished reading wasteland. the book was good. read it sometime or something at all. my foot is doing it again. it feels like bees fly in my foot.
in my ear: my brain is leeking, the leeking brain
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it's a very beuatiful soft day. it makes me feel better

in my ear:mapsand trees
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thomas jefferson was a hypocritical rapist, john adams was a hypocritical tight ass, and george washington had wooden teeth. rehearsals are scarin the butterflys out of me. goodbye, butterfly! goodbye stomach! ngoodbye sense of security! i'm also very frsustrated for reasons unknown. i should go listen to david bowie to amke eileen happy. i don't want to behave. i don't know. oh, hell. anyway, i'm home from school. stomach's been acting up. probably could have gone, but what with being frustrated i need a mental health day. i have to make presidential resimes. i told dad i'm done with homewrok. i mlied. i feel terrible. how can you lie to a furry happy nice little man? it's like lying to santa claus and dumbledoor only worse, and he's my dad, and then it just feels bad to lie at all. i shan't disobey the commandments again! i'm catholic now. being female, i know i'm a vessel of sin. i have accepted this.blahblahblah. haha.ha. triplets of bellevill is a wonderful thing. in theatres now. go see it.
i had many thrift stores this weekend. took many pictures. they are on alanna's blog.
i'm gonna go suck the life out of a capri sun until the ozone layers is gobe. it will be fun
in my ear:don't tun that dile, it's yeah yeah yeahs all day and all night, non-stop, oh hell
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holy tolwdo abtman, i have not posted in a long time, and i left on a sour note. much has happened. not that any of it is worth telling. i sang "white soul brother" in front of hunter. i laughed with paul foster. AND sat in his lap. i think we kind of got off the mesiner , though, and i can't do it and tim does not like me which is fine because not everyone can and i need to get a healthy dose of dislike. i finally used my camera and got some nice pictures of trees and my friends and thrift store people and thrift objescts. it was very thrifty. alanna and i had a fight, at one point, about chocoalte milk and i think brock as scared of it. bet it haunts his essence1 now he can't live with us! thewre shall be no living with us. alanna got her fountain day pictures which are very pretty. hmmmmmmm. what else? i love my friends. i'm going to les mis. i'm improvong in math-DEMONS AND HELL- and sarah moore is a very cool person with a white fro. and some "scrub" caleed me morgan e fay in the hall which made me smile. amelia gave me a book. it is hot. irie is my god. she a third tinkerbell.she crazy.
in my ear: nothing came out, moldy peaches
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i feel like a misery pit. don't know why. i think i'll go drown by self in cookie unbaked. miser miser miser.

in my ear: all the things and not a things that make the day go tingly and stupid.
leave me lone!
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riding the bus by myself would be a dangerous task indeed becuase i'd probably fall asleep and get pillaged, a long string of unfortunate events would follow, and in the end i would end up getting flattened by the bus i was riding in. luckily for me, i get to ride the bus with sara, and scamper to her house, and eat aaaaaall her food(namely popcorn and chocolate milk. 2 percent if we're very lucky.) so i should be safe from most things that - aren't safe. anyway, today we ended up going with kristen and kristen's mom and brother to get sara PIERCED at the mall. it was fun! the three of us all got digital cameras for christmas. kristen's friend saw a picture of me from an odd angle and said "that guy is kinda hot." she went through a few more pictures until realizing that i am, in fact, a female. but i remain flattered by the hotness statement. i think it was the one purple shoe, one black that attracted her. it's the only way to get a woman. chuckle hmmmmm.
in other news, i must read LORD OF THE FLIES for school. the symbolism is truly screwed. the killing of the pig represents the wedding night because they put a spear in its behindiful and then its severed head talks to a christ figure whose name is actually based on the name "peterkin." his name is simon. go figure.
i start gym tomorrow. the agony! ginger will be there, though. and i have ms. courtwright instead of the coach morgan creature. it has yet to be proven that he is fluent in any language.
amelia gave me a mix. i will find a way to listen to it becuase it won't play in my player.
in my ear: the fridgerator
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my sister is a profound idiot. my new blog will be spelled correctly now.
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just returned from a meisner rehearsal for the play "red paint" by morgan fox. amber leads meisner, which is this improvisational, intense, not-at-all-polite way of acting. she brought her dog, paisly, a deph, blind, albino lab that was almost put to death. hoorah! and again. hoorah! i didn't want to meisner. i've never done it before and everyone else had had extensive amber training, but no. i was put in a senerio with saki where he wanted a million dollars from me.(amber coached me from the side) it's suppose to go
"you like nervous"
"i look nervous"
"you're scratching your head."
"i need..."
"you need?"
"a million dollars"
"you need a million dollars."
and it ended with saki groveling, and amber telling me to kick him in the chest. i did. very hard. i sorried profusely. i watched a couple more rounds. one was between william and paul. after everything william said, he had to say "i want to sleep with you." and paul had to say "not tonight," after everything he said. it was laughable. hahahahah! and then there was a speed rounf where two people go up and meisner very fast and then someone runs up and tags them out to take their place. it's all very fast. amber was coaching. william and saki looked manly together, so she had them grab their balls. saki would not let go. i went and said "i think you should let go." and so on. it was very funny. in the end, we had to say what we discovered that tonight (while holding hands.) i said "
i discovered i can say balls." suzi discovered his ear hurt. he should see a medical thing. i worry.

in my ear: bedroom dancing play in my head. does that count?
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it's 11:17 at night on a school night (THE school night before i re-enter the hellish educational system) and what am i doing? i'm posing half-nude for a high schooler mustard philosophiser and painter friend of my sister for her bathroom series on cross dressing and body image! no, just kidding, pallies. i'm only a quarter naked. and it's fun. hope i'm not scarring any of you. but tarah puts god on paper. i must be a muse tonight!

in my ear: the bath room beckons me!
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christmas happened. it did not feel very christmasy. i went to my mississippi bible-thumping grandparents for a second unchristmas where i received some pink fuzzy boots and a school uniform. i bought a peter pan at borders because i thought i should compare it to the movie. it is very frustrating, and it hates my soul, but all in all, it is a good book. grandaddy sat in his chair and did crosswords and granny commented on our womanly figures relentlessly. her comments can be relentless. she is a sweet funny woman, but the figure thing is not something i would choose as a regular topic of conversation. luckily, this time she didn't suggest alanna become a nurse or ask about cute boys. tragically, both of my grandmothers may be under the impression that i am in love with sean astin- or sam- because when asked by granny if i thought he was cute i said "he's adorable!", and in the presence of the other i said "I LOVE SAM!" we left mississippi and went to georgia. it took a very long time and it would have been more pleasant if i hadn't spotted THREE arby's establishments, none of which we stopped at. i filmed in the hopes of using any good footage in a documentary about our relatives. alanna let me sit with her in the car, though, and we pretended to be dinosouars and drunk men. finally finally, we arrived nowhere. alma, georgia is where my other grandparents and cousins andn uncles and their spouses live. actually, they don't even live in alma, do they? but that's the closest area with a name you're in before you see a sign that says "jhonson's corner."
then you turn the corner, go down a dirt road, get out of the car and run quietly and mysteriously through the night, and suprise your relatives. then you proceed to eat cookies or cake. i filmed. it was the new year's week. we lazed about through most of it and watched "i love the eighties" and watched alanna fall off the bed. amelia, a crazy cousin, married a guy from the czeck republic after something like two dates for reasons unknown. perhaps love. in my head i hear alanna snort. poor leon, the new cousin in law. oh well.
luke would not be on the film which made me sad. he kepy running away. rachel would, but refused to put on a ballet for me. the new year's bonfire was a success! we all sang yellow submarine and flailed about with various instruments then set marshmallows on fire. i don't think leon like them. he roasted a potato and we all ate it. we missed the ball drop on the t.v. and opened another bottle. then we shared new year's revolutions. (mom said "i shall revolve" but later changed it to "get george bush out of office") grandma was funny. she laughed wonderfully at all of us and herself and made pancakes. papa chuckled and watched his t.v. and took photographs. our adorable cousins, gabrielle and cassandra, hopped around the back yard. rachel and i found an old journal we rote in when we were 8 about all our tree and branch and flower friends. one entry was as such:"I made a new friend! he is an acorn named bill, but our friendship dissolved when i threw him away." the next day we returned to memphis. on the way home, we stopped at arby's.

in my ear:
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