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No s**t Sherlock, right? I mean the band. Boys Like Girls is an amazing Acid Punk/ slightly Gothic/ Blues band. Its hard for me not to cry whenever I listen to Holiday or Five Minutes to Midnight. I forgot who introduced me to them, but it is quite possible I was bored and found them on Myspace. Who actually knows anything anymore? All I can be sure of is that I love them. They're coming to San Antonio while I'm in Ohio. And because it would be at the AT&T center, my parents said I could go if one of them came. [That would be my dad because he'd be protective to an unembarrassing level, not freak out, and he's been to a lot of concerts in his age. He's gone to more Rolling Stones concerts than I have journal entries. Shocking.] I REALLY wanted to go, I had the money for the ticket, and I had been practicing shoving and jumping and screaming. But OH NO. Ohio, here I come. If all of your cows die, no blaming me. Blame yourselves for being a state.
Laura and I have been talking more and more about stuff. And by stuff, I mean IMPORTANT stuff, not 'what's for lunch today?' One of our supposed best friends has been abandoning us and lying to us about her home life. It's really pissing me off. I bet Laura's mad, too, but I can-'t speak for her. Apparently, that's considered fraud and looked down upon in a contempt court of law. Stupid American justice system, ruining my fun... I still think the friend is being either a liar or a coward, and either way I'm flat out mad.
I've steadily been remembering more and more. My inspirations are coming back to me. I can get higher than a C# all of a sudden. I'm getting more sleep. I feel more in control. I've stopped waking up at 3 to puke and brush my teeth. I've noticed myself being less clingy and smiling more. I've also been kinda sorta flirting. Do you know what this means? It means I'm back! Hello old me! How I missed you! I really hated myself before. And its not confidence or self harm. Want to know my dirty little secret? Okay, I'll tell you- I've been painting my nails and toenails and messing with my hair more and more. I guess I know why the popular kids do it so much now. Even my grades have been increasing. I've been asked personally to attend the debate competition and told how good my cases were. People are actually ASKING what my answers were instead of changing theirs to not match mine. I even feel extremely confident in.... MATH! [Shocking, isn't it?] I don't know how long this is going to last, so I'm going to milk it for all it's worth while I can.
I found my 4th grade diary. It's really, really short. Like, 7 pages short. But, somehow, those 7 pages disgusted and horrified me. Some very, very tmi things I learned from it-
-I used to like Jared Thomas [ended within a week according to the dates]
-Xavier told me he liked me [May 6, 2004]
-I was a potty mouth 10-yr-old [So that may not be surprising]
-I hated everyone at one point but Stephanie and Jaimie [Not surprising either... hmm...]
-I was very illiterate
I'm going to bed now. Something about 7 hours of sleep over a 3 day period being unhealthy or something along those lines.
Your Lord and Master,
Lois
 LongWayHome · Thu Apr 05, 2007 @ 03:42am · 2 Comments |
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