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I Wish I Was a Mermaid Woo, look, there are leaves outside! Brown, crunchy, fun-to-step-on leaves. I suppose that once the seasons change, an update is in order.There are construction men outside, painting the neighbors' house a horrible blue that clashes with the bricks. I peeked to see if there were perhaps any good-looking construction men. They aren't. They are old and sweaty. Boys, boys. Everywhere boys. (Did I almost just quote Missy Elliot? Frea. ky.) Carley H has a boy, Ashley W has a boy, Aaron pretty much has a boy. Where do you get those, anyway? Homecoming is in a month, not that I have a chance of going or even want to. Are freshmen even allowed? I should know these things. This girl from another school was shocked and appalled that I didn't know. My dress for 8th grade formal cost $20, and about 5 minutes before it started, I was stuffing Cheese Nips in my mouth and blow-drying my hair. I'm just not a homecoming kind of girl. But I would like to have a boy. Jai has a song. A song with an infectious disco beat, no less. Damn you, you adorable little thing, damn you to my house...er, hell, for getting your song stuck in my head, and making me snicker every time I get to that one part. "We came tonight together, the stars have never shone so bright..." Snerk. Hello. I am 12. Too much TubaBoy for me. There was a bit of drama today, but I think (I hope) it's been resolved. I hate drama. The *reeeow,* the "What's going on?", the "Well tell her that I said," the group huddled over here and the group huddled over there, exchanging quick glances and with folded arms and a frown. And it never fails, I always find myself in the middle. Peace and love, man. Peace and--FUCK. My EAR is BLEEDING. I SUCK AT LIFE. Ahem. Well, there's good news, and there's bad news. The bad news is that those waiting for my TV, CDs, and cell phone will have to wait. The good news is, my funeral has been postponed! Be it some sympathy from the powers that be or a stroke of good luck, I somehow passed biology. Halle-freaking-lujah. "Laaaay down, you can relax, nooo phones, turn off the fax...we came tonight together..." Snicker. 2003-09-10 @ 4:17 p.m. |
