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Aug 30, 2004 21:52

At Ray's birthday dinner tonight, I was sitting at the table in Olive Garden, contemplating on whether I should..
1) go home and make that long, incredible (or perhaps, incredibly long?) post on the Carribean trip,
2) go home and make a post on my schedule for the new school year,
3) go home and get a head start on Psych,
4) go home and finish The Basic Eight by The Great and Clever Daniel Handler(which you may only read if you're cool; you're probably not unless Candice or myself have told you, HA),
5) go home and work on some worship songs that Chris will undoubtly ask me to play tomorrow night, or
6) go home and lay around and not do anything at all.

4,2,3 win. Actually, I'll probably do 5 later too.

On page 232 and 233 of TBE, there's this wonderful monologue with Natasha yelling at Flan. It's great. It's going to be my savior in 5-6 this year.

AND GET THIS-- "She ran a hand through her carefully disheveled hair, all the misplaced strands graceful as swans' necks" (234).
CAREFULLY DISHEVELED HAIR, OH GOODNESS, HANDLER, OH GOODNESS.

And now Natasha and Flan are just about to go to the garden party at V____'s house. October 31 - RIP Adam State.

And for this semester's schedule:
(I won't try to be as clever as Flannery Culp, though I would love to)
0 period- English Literature Composition 1 AP with Mrs. Waters
1 period- Psychology 1 with (Ms.?) Roybal
2 period- A Cappella (Women) A with Mrs. Alderman
3 period- AP Statistics 1 with (THE GREATEST MATH TEACHER EVER, maybe) Mr. (B) Allen
4 period- French 7 AP with Mme. Cohen
5 period- Drama 5 with Beerman. Or, um, Mr. Beerman but it's weird calling him that. Beerman. Chaplar. Schick. Rowan. You know, the regulars.

Those of you how don't have the privledge of attending Crescenta Valley have no idea what I'm talking about. Ha, the privledge, RIGHT.

Three APs. Not bad. I think. Sociology with Mr. Keyes second semester.

I want to change my layout. I want themes. I'm thinking The Basic Eight and "On Legendary" by Further Seems Forever.
OH YEAH, HIDE NOTHING IS A TERRIBLE DISAPPOINTMENT AND I WANT TO CRY EVERY TIME I LISTEN TO "THERE NOW I'VE SAID IT;" STUPID BAND, WHY DID YOU GET A SUCKY SINGER.

"I don't know what it was, weird strangeness when you're talking and taking off your clothes and abruptly the nakedness just hits you. If it had been a movie the soundtrack music would have either suddenly stopped or suddenly started and there'd be a two-minute sequence with two teenage girls, changing their clothes back to back and stealing glimpses of each other. On the way out of the movie theater, people would say 'Remember that part in the bedroom? What was that?'" (234).
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