DAMN THE MAN!

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Tue, 22 Nov 2005 01:57:53 GMT

I went to Great Clips after school today. And I let someone else cut my hairs. And it was extremely scary.

And now it looks healthy instead of like double shit on the ends. The hair-cutter lady looked like she was going to go into convulsions when I told her I had cut them myself the last two times they were cut--"that's hair murder!!!"

But, mother is glad because she was worried that they would look shitty for the wedding because everyone would have obviously been focusing in on my former split-ends because they're much more interesting than the bride and the three-hundred dollar fish.

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and i get to go the the chicago museum of art! and i get to have a tea party at american girl place which is a lot less exciting. and i get to fly on an aeroplane which is a lot less exciting and triple more scary. except you get those really awesome thick bags with the tabs that you can decorate. except a year ago i learned that they were up-chuck bags and that still didn't ruin the fun.

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that was ridiculous.
anyway, i'm super times four excited about chicago and getting to get all gussied-up for the massive fun wedding even though i don't really know my cousin...

and i have an A in english because i'm super special and i can write triple awesome papers in forty minutes about winona ryder and king lear.

p.s. i have an A in AP English Eleven. hahahah. and actually, i do want that there at the bottom because in this respect, my A is more credible. i still promise to never call and ask what our AP English Eleven homework is. and if i ever say APUSH or APEL please please please stick gum in my hair because that is worth more than doubly deserving it.

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Wed, 09 Nov 2005 02:12:26 GMT

http://www.okcupid.com/personality?type=RGLD&g=2&o=1&h=167

(i finally gave up on posting the result code because i'm computer illiterate. maybe this will work. but if it does, please clikit to make everything below relevant. but please please at least skim it, because it makes me proud. sorry.)

well now, doesn't this just sum up my current situation.

my my my mine. that's why i HATE when people post test results. i really do feel very self-centered. and i'm not just saying that so people will be all like like, "awwwwwww. you're so not self-centered. you're a martyr and lovely for being so modest." oh shut up. posting this IS self-centered even more so than surveys. so cheers for those who take surveys over posting stupid test results to draw more attention to themselves because everyone totally needs to know what kind of kitchen knife you'll be in your third life. because that is really what i am doing here. i want everyone to know that i have a crush on a boy because it makes me very proud. and i do know that proud is an odd way to describe it, but that's how i feel. i am very very proud to have a crush on a boy. and i want to keep talking about it. and him. and i want to keep saying, "isn't <boy's name> cute!?" "yes katie, he's very cute." "i know! and he has pretty teeth and he is a very good and genuine person." "yes, he is." "i know! and he's a good clothes-picker-outer." "i can't believe you like someone who wears a track jacket. and nikes." "yea, he should totally wear pumas. oh well. i guess i'll have to spend a few hours getting over that." now tell me, can you really think of a more awesome conversation. sure you can. but at the moment, i cannot. because i smile alot when i talk about him and for that, my friends, i am happy.

thanks alot. and happy seventeenth birthday stephanie. you're totally radical dude.

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Fri, 04 Nov 2005 01:45:15 GMT

Dear Miss Stephanie Komoski,

It is with the deepest sincerities that I whole-heartedly apologize to you for my recent behavior.

I have been a terrible friend recently, and for that, I am more than double sorry. I am sorry that I have taken advantage of you and I am sorry for "ditching" you in certain situations. I never thought I would be one to do this, but I never thought I would be sixteen going on twelve either. Thank-you for being a good person who is very nice and hopefully very understanding and hopefully willing to put up with a twelve-year-old until.

thankyouforyourtime,

Miss Katherine JoyAnonymous Esquire PandaPandaPanda BambytheWarrior 2greaterthans23sletter11letter3letter11letter3 Rose Cohen

Stephanie is a nice good person who has pretty hair sometimes.

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Wed, 26 Oct 2005 21:00:53 GMT

i'm going to write one of those cryptic i'm so depressed the world is against me entries. :

i am a person. A person A person. in relation. i don't know if that beaded ignorance is THE person, but if it is so then i will be disappointed. i don't necessarily think that i will claim misjudgment. i don't think i misjudged, though i may have over exemplified the mild elation. i am A person. i was harsh on myself for a greeting because i am so A. its not appropriate to greet each and every time. i did misjudge. i wish i had received a phone call or an e-mail in the ninth grade telling me to HELP US PAINT!!!! but i didn't, i assumed A there as well. i don't fit with THE and i'm glad that i do not. i am not glad that i am not the next piece over from THE's fitter.

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Wed, 26 Oct 2005 01:14:34 GMT

“On the last afternoon before he went abroad he sat with Daisy in his arms for a long, silent time. It was a cold fall day with fire in the room and her cheeks flushed. Now and then she moved and he changed his arm a little and once he kissed her dark shining hair. The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while as it to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised. They had never been closer in their month of love nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat’s shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.”

CommunicateCommunicationCommunicatesCommunicationsCommunicatedCommunicational

Communicate is the most beautiful word in the English language. Its beauty and importance cannot be expressed by other words.

Gorgeous, beautiful, stunning, picturesque, deep, profound, striking, genuine, heart-felt.

Those words are pale and void. Communicate, communications. Nothing is ragnok.

and that is truly, the only way to communicate communicate.

I also have a favorite poem. I am not British. I am not Canadian. I am an American whose ancestors came from Ireland and Russia. My Russian ancestors came to the United States in 1904 to escape religious persecution in Russia. They came through Ellis Island. I was fascinated by Ellis Island. Even before I knew this. When I found this out a few years ago, I was no longer nearly as interested. That is backwards. I wish I could be fascinated by Ellis Island again. I wish that I still loved Escape From Alcatraz and that I still [truly]loved to read Vonnegut novels and that I still [truly] loved Rilo Kiley. I love Jesus.

This is my favorite poem. Read if you want to. It is written by my favorite poet. He was German. He also spoke French. I do not speak German. I am not allowed to learn the German language nor the Japanese language. I am taking French: French I. I do not speak French aside from "I am not hungry" "My name is" "I want to". I will not pretend otherwise. If I do post anything in another language I have used a translation website. Even if I say that I spent a long time translating it. Of course I didn't. I haven't nearly that much time to waste, although I do waste quite a significant amount of this time.

This previously mentioned favorite poem of mine has been my favorite poem for a year or so. I was only introduced to this poet's works a little over a year ago so I will not go off into a tear concerning how he has always influenced my writing and how I've been reading Voltaire since I was two. I have read one book by Voltaire, his very famous one, Candide. I like this book. It is a good book. And it is a good language book.

Rainer Maria Rilke's poem: Those of the House of Colonna :is my favorite poem. It was originally penned in German. I do not speak German and neither do you so it will be posted in English.

You far-off men, who stand now so motionless

in portraits, you sat at ease on horseback

and impatiently you strode through the hall;

like a great dog, with that same gesture

your hands now rest beside you.

Your face is so filled with gazing,

because for you the world was picture and picture;

out of armor, flags, ripe fruit, and women

welled for you that great confidence

that everything is and counts.

But back then when you were still too young to lead your forces in the great battles,

too young to wear the robes of papal crimson,

not always favored in riding and hunting,

boys still, who forswore the charms of women,

have you from all those boyhood days

not one, not a single memory?

Have you forgotten how life felt back then?

Back then the altar, with its painting

on which Mary gave birth, was tucked away

in the solitary side aisle.

You were enthralled

by a flower tendril;

the thought

that the fountain all alone

outside in the garden bathed in moonlight

cast its water skyward

was like a world.

The window opened right up to your feet like a door;

and all was park with lawns and paths:

strangely near and yet so far away,

strangely bright and yet as if concealed,

and the springs had voices like rain,

and it was as if no morning came

to meet that long night

which stood with all its stars.

Back then, boys, your hands grew,

and were warm. (But you didn’t know it.)

Back then your faces burgeoned wide.

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Sun, 23 Oct 2005 22:20:30 GMT

i love church...or rather, i love tym...or rather i have a crush on a boy (and this is what i am excited about, this is why i feel like i am twelve: that was the last time that i had a "crush" on a boy)

i have tons and tons of work to do before tomorrow, so i am unable to attend disgusting tym with fun person

arrgh. i am the queen of procrastination, and i will not complain...

and this is what i'm going to make stephanie listen to in her car foreverandever...or maybe once...LISTEN!!!:

i call it UnAnthem:

1. The Fitness: Day Job
2. Eve w/ Gwen Stefani: Let Me Blow Ya Mind
3. !!!: Get Up (Nate Dogg cover)
4. Missy Elliot: Lose Control
5. Missy Elliot: Gossip Folks
6. Out Hud: The L Train is a Swell Train and I Don't Want to Hear You Indies Complain
7. Animal Collective: Purple Bottle

-number seven does not flow, but that's okay because i'm going to create it as a hidden track as soon as i learn about technology. i love that song and i love the new animal collective and the new deerhoof.
-using the more prevalent songs by these artists does actually make this fit well

i think i did pretty well on friday's us history test. i hope i did well at least, but i'm pretty confident that i am going to score an eighty or higher (and in this class, a grade like that is very very good).
reading The Great Gatsby in english, and i will hopefully do better on this unit because i do enjoy this novel and am therefore reading it more diligently and reflectively.

what else...what else......not much really. i can't wait until next semester. and i can't wait until halloween and i hope that it snows tons so that we have to go to school in the summer and not in the winter.

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Sat, 15 Oct 2005 19:34:44 GMT

thanks go out to jenni for giving me an excuse to take a break from disgustinggrossgross homework...

so, you're supposed to type in "[your name] needs" into google and post the interesting little excerpt ones.

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Katie needs to get a grip.
Katie needs to use the litter pan on her own.
Katie needs to figure out if she wants to move forward, maintain old friends, or what kind of person she is going to be.
Katie needs to raise £3000.
Katie needs extra cuddles.
Katie needs to put on a few pounds.
Katie needs to say NO.
Katie needs to wear something more Fox-ish.
Katie needs to run far, far away.
Katie needs a wand.
Katie needs to grow up.
Katie needs psychiatric help.
Katie needs rescueing from the sheriff after her attempt to kill Sheriff Jack Strickland.
Katie needs organization and order in her life.
Katie needs to pick out her dress soon!
Katie needs months of rehab.
Katie needs no introduction really.
Katie needs to get her own cigs.
Katie needs a loo.
Katie needs a wake-up call from her childhood fantasy.
Katie needs to pass an ADD test.
Katie needs to make a life-sized Blue Fairy Penguin by Friday.
Katie needs a c-section.
Katie needs daily medication.
Katie needs to dress up like a man in a suit with a tie and a mustache to full-fill your fetish.
Katie NEEDS a shower daily!!
Katie needs a single vibrant color in a body hugging fabric that is not so fussy .
Katie needs ears.
Katie needs to stop being paranoid and cease this silly romance of hers.
Katie Needs To Get Laid.
Katie needs more then a name change.

yes, it's alot...but homework=bladadada

'or i'll be sitting there all alone looking like a loser' 'i promise'

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Wed, 05 Oct 2005 01:23:47 GMT

i feel like a twelve-year-old for reasons that i exposed to stephanie and her loversome sister today on the way home from arby's.

and i am honestly happy to be able to have this feeling again though i feel silly and do not know how to cope with it and do not understand it.

it's honest and innocent and hopeful unlike raking leaves off of the sidewalk in paris. i'm thrilled that they are almost all gone.

in other news...ap us history is the most difficult class in the entire world. i highly suggest against it unless you don't mind your life being eaten away.

architecture in helsinki friday at nc state. if i were to go see them again i would bring them each ten gallons of cheerwine because they drank an entire case of it when they were here in june. (maybe a can each, eighty gallons is ridiculous).
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
dear stephanie,

PLEASE break the law so we can go. i'm a great story teller with a debit card to buy tickets on will call and you have the prettiest car in the whole wide world.

thank-you,

katie panda

p.s. thank-you for not making me feel ridiculous in admitting to my twelve-year-oldness and thank-you for cheesy sticks and milkshakes and thank me for the chocolate one because i love you a lot.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
anyway...

halloween is on october 31 this year so we should obviously have a major dress-up-tea-party because the 31 is the optimal day for halloween festivities no matter what date it falls on. i'm going to be a faerie this year just because no one expects me to.

and there really is a meet up tomorrow. though it is not at 3 and not by a swingset. perhapshopefullymaybeokay the purpose will be the same as that of a swingset threeoclock meeting might be...i'm not even sure how to interpret the purpose of such things anymore. i have muddled up ideas and i suppose if it is one of these ideas they shall be clarified and vibranthappy.

i'm going shopping for new sneakers.

i want to get a pet rabbit.

i wish my sister would stop using aim and not wear such short skirts. i am genuinely concerned about her now.

i have most likely made a big deal out of nothing. (regarding the swingsets and era of twelve-year-old feelings).

If you need anymore proof of the danger of credit cards...

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Tue, 23 Aug 2005 20:00:19 GMT

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Tue, 23 Aug 2005 07:51:18 GMT

almost four ante meridian. why am i still up?

AP US History, my procrastination, and my ebay obsession.

I am now selling my own shit on that site to finance my purchases.

pleasepleaseplease let me not win two of them. please.

if it weren't for the bottom shelf of the pantry and my curiosity, i would be snoring against the screen this very moment.

so much for of montreal. even i know that all of this must take priority.

chapter IV: the american revolution...iloveyou, but not at 130am

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Mon, 22 Aug 2005 05:44:59 GMT

still here. staring into this funkyflatbox. why, you might ask?

shitty AP work which i have given myself three days to complete although i have had all summer.

!!and i forgot before...lazy daze=saturday, the twentyseventh. so, anyone up for it again?

hey, look...it's the antithesis of soda

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Mon, 22 Aug 2005 00:37:50 GMT

well, summer has been quite uneventful. and august twentyfifth is far far too close...considering i still have three books to read, three chapters worth of notes to take and five essays to write. however, i'm calling in sick tomorrow and drinking seventeen mountain dews and getting it all done in a twentyfour hour period. ha. wouldn't that be nice.

anyway, first semester they've given me two AP classes, one honours class and french I , second semester i have three honours and AFM, which will change soon as they scheduled me for honours law and justice. i'm taking french II and i don't want to hear anything else about it. so, fuck off.

also, i'm going to buy a car...in about nine months. and it's going to be a nice, safe, bomb of a car called an oldsmobile or a volvo. laugh all you want...but i shall not die. although i actually am i very good driver

anyway...september tenth. shit...it's been almost a year since i've seen them...even though it's not even billed as cold play w/ rilo kiley...we all know who the better of the two is.

so, assuming i live through december...spring should be fucking awesome. as well as summer with my magical green slash purple faerie volvo.

bye until the sad twentyfifth.

p.s. ebay fucking rules. so does lying about your age to get credit and order shit off the internet.

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Mon, 04 Jul 2005 17:19:51 GMT

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joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Mon, 27 Jun 2005 18:45:28 GMT

computer is boring

eighthundreddollar camera i got i broke.

i'm going to buy the tickets tomorrow mostlikely,stephanie. tell jenny if she wants to go. which i'm sure she does because of things that make me mad like magazines that suck the life out of today's youth.

i'm gonna go get some new shoes. also, i'm never ever going to a teaparty again because the tea-party-throwers are stupid liars who should eat butterflies.

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Fri, 17 Jun 2005 14:34:17 GMT

dear sir or madame,

today shall be a fun day.

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summer has not been terribly exciting. i've taken shitty driver's ed. i've driven on the shitty roads. i've gone to shitty work.i've cleaned my shittyshittyshitty room as it contained onefortylbs. of trash slash garbage.

however, today shall be better...because i'm getting to eat jersey mike's and i'm going to part of a funish cute baseball game, and then i'm leaving the funish cute baseball game to go see very fun cute architecture in helsinki.

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i wish i had something better more interesting and relevent to say. sorry. anyway, i do believe you are all in austria and other crazy places. so, i hope your having a wild time and lets go see movies because i can get you cheap candy.

the end

p.s. i can get you popcorn too

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Sat, 07 May 2005 03:10:31 GMT

oh, and we can still go see the black keys. except i have to work until sevenfortyfive that night. but that's ok. i'll go ahead and buy tickets this week when i have time.

1 i'm going to virginia tomorrow to fun busch gardens with shitty chorus.

2 my mommy baked me cookies.

3 reed and i broke up. nothing feels different.

4 my dad didn't get my mom anything for her birthday. he blamed it on me and sarah.

5 i've decided that i don't care how much dylan tickets are going to cost. i'm going. the greencards are more willie nelson than bob dylan. oh well.

6 there is an antfarm in my bathroom wall.

7 taxes suck.

8 i lost a cd i love.

9 what i've decided to major in: french and modern western literature.

10 why the hell has rlt sent me a schedule for events more than a year away? i'm thrilled to know that there is going to be a production of Candide. i am not thrilled to know that it is june06 instead of now.

11 i am not taking trigonometry. fuck off.

btw::: there should be a special contraction for the addition to "is" on all words

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Sun, 01 May 2005 20:50:49 GMT

so. company has gone. blechk. and i am really really really tired. but, ya know...yesterday was really fantastic.

everyone got up early and went to a cute soccer game (honestly "cute" because eighteryearerolds play). we ate bagels. seven people went to southpoint mall, and my intimidatingly smart uncle and i went to bright leaf shopping center in durham and spent two hours in a pretty book store and twenty minutes in a less pretty record\cd store. he bought me some awesome vintage Alice prints, which i can't wait to frame. but then...we didn't know where anyone else was because they had decided not to answer slash turnon their cell phones, so we drove at 110mph on the semi-empty highway and ate at someplace (firethunder?firebirds?lodgesomething...) at the mall place, at which we were reunited with the shoppererers. all go home, make and eat dinner in <10min, and see my sister's play which actually made me cry because it was sad. sad things unrelated to me force me to cry a lot. i cried again later but that was stupid. anyway, we got two dozen kkdoughnuts for eight people. and i ate six of them. eventually.

and today=the big event. which=amy's first communion. first communion sunday is one of the rare sundays out of the year on which i actually want to go to church. there's something very innocent and sweet about all of the little children (especially the girls in their beautiful white dresses and veils of flowers). so, my sister received her first communion. the end.

p.s. my aunt and uncle are giving me their old digital camera. and my mother can't interfere with this slash make it a 'share thing' (=this now belongs to sarah) because she has nothing to do with it. good.

p.p.s. being a 'girlfriend' is weird.until the end of the week because i will probably not have a boyfriend that much longer based on our conversation last night...but it's good.

p.p.p.s. my 2g Tamagotchi might be a samurai. i'd say i'm pretty excited. le-pfft.

http://www2.chinadaily.com.cn/english/doc/2004-11/15/content_391606.htm

and i'm still deciding whether it's cruel or cute. your take?...

HIT the REDIAL maybe we should SIGH AWHILE....(babababababa)duh...

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Sat, 30 Apr 2005 00:55:11 GMT

things are well. which by the way = fucking. fantastic.

i'm going for my job training this coming thursday evening AND i got a 9ninetynine9 on a math test which by the way = the first A i've had on a test in that class. ever. my aunt and uncle and aunt and uncle are here and my aunt gave me fancypretty jewelery-making pliers (an entire set) and the new Bead Style. and i now have a new and FINAL design for all my extra shit-fabric. (sortof..) blechk.

and--black keys tickets=twelve, stephanie. if nothing has become 'jeapordized' that is...(?).

so, as you can see...this is happygoodkinda. and i had fun today improvising a speech that's a major part of my english grade, though i can't really afford that because i need an A in english. badly. and then i had fun at lunch making signs to post in the bathroom stalls telling people to flush the toilets and giving a speech about smoking outside and flushing the toilets inside. duh.

so, in glorious conclusion...flush the toilets, don't smoke in the bathrooms, and do the whirlwind.

so, i've been getting all of these headaches...

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Sun, 24 Apr 2005 01:51:36 GMT

and i honestly don't know why. and i hate it because they feel like loooooooookie999999imapiggiefly-a-iiii-ingbiiiiiiieyyyy.

it's PRETTY MUCH THE MOST ANNOYING THING EVER.*

and so my family had Passover dinner. and i ate a half-a-box of tea motzoh because it tastes really good. but it made me sick, so i threw-up. and then i had fondue and macaroons. that was good too. and now my mother is making me go to church at ninethirty tomorrow because erwuio. and i really hate erwuio. whatever that may be. so anyway...to complete my story, i dialed some numbers on the phone a lot of times because i did it yesterday and the day before that one too. and the phone rang 78983728293 times. and so i got tired of listening to it ring. which means i'm going to bed now. after i take care of a few things.

::::::ATTENTION: tomorrow we're going to go see the upside of anger and then we're going to eckerdz or something like that before my head explodes more. and i'm buying more tea because i only have three kinds left now after finishing the supersupersuper caffeinated raspberry. only, i have a feeling that it's sortof the source of my exploding-head-headaches.

*this=last time ever. in case i forget.**

**i promise to forget.***

***blehchkchk! xtra: just don't mock me anymore.****

****actually, you can. *****

*****okay. THE END.

so, beef jerky with tabasco is pretty much the greatest thing ever.

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Fri, 22 Apr 2005 20:13:44 GMT

so...i got a job. at target. for sevenhundredpennies\hour. yeah.

so, that's good and such. and i got lots of fun things for my birthday that look alot like

and this and this and this and this and this and this and this except it looks like this:

and i'm cooking some cute things for dinner like salad and coconut shrimp and blueberry\orange trifle and i'm making a cute skirt of green chiffon and other tidbits and i'm going to buy a cute record and pre-buy a cute VHS. and then i'm going to europe. to live in france. forever. andeveramen.

hey look--my running water caught on fire..this fucking sucks.

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Sat, 16 Apr 2005 20:52:00 GMT

this just in: DO THE WHIRLWIND

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Wed, 13 Apr 2005 21:59:09 GMT

sighhhh.

i left after english today sick. honestly sick. i have a feeling it might be side effects from the new sleeping medication i'm taking, but i haven't a chance to read the bottle, let alone find it.

a weird sick it was indeed. i had a test on Oedipus the King (onehundred multiple choice and one short essay) and i barely answered thirty questions. i was distracted by everything in the classroom and i was incredibly jittery the entire time. i tried to write the essay but my hand was shaking so much that the writing was illegible. plus, my eyes kept crossing and i couldn't read the paper. so, it's not as if i could have answered more of the questions if i felt like doing it more than anything.

of course, it could be the fact that i became extremely nervous about the test after i found that there was an essay question after specifically remembering the teacher saying that there would NOT be an essay, but PERHAPS a few short answer questions.

that class has become a huge source of stress lately. i have a project due monday, which i am incredibly disorganized on, and my teacher hasn't made a point of the novel we're to read next which i HATE.

it's much less stressful and much easier for me to focus on things when i read the book before we read it in class so i don't have to worry about keeping up with deadlines.

i do hope to the stars we read Cyrano next.

akdjf;. i have to have the project done by friday night, as i am extremely busy over the weekend. i'm taking a class at SAS saturday morning so i can learn how to better fill out a job application for the summer, and saturday night i'm going to party that i've lost the invitation so i can't RSVP or remember when it is. sunday is my birthday. why am i stressed about my birthday?

and i'm going to have to work disgustingly hard in english to try and get an A for the semester, as i slacked off and got and 84.6 or something last quarter. so thankful am i for those writing test points. which i probably got a three on. which makes me mad.

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and so, the moral of our story is...i'm going to be out of town on June fourth which means i can't see rilo kiley at the cradle...but i can see then in Washington D.C. at the 9:30 club on May twenty-eighth.

THE END

we're going to go to the art museum and eating food and watching someone sing into a microphone

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Sun, 10 Apr 2005 16:48:08 GMT

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i think it would hurt like a scrape baby if my eyes bled realbleedingesesss and the tissues didn't work and the (!!scrapebaby)) only worked harder to hurl itself at me because that would really hurt and be really sad and scary and tired like if the phone were ripped out of the wall and there was no more language and we all smiled and communicated and had that disease and your grandpa was cured and he would order us around and we would not communicate and we would look through golden fences and discover your matches being lit by the apples buried away by riding your bike in the cereal that we told you not to eat in the first place but then you took upon a limited vocabulary and said it was backwards and that protein is good and we groaned and fell asleep in beds in rooms with no curtains or decorations and the walls were cataracts and that made you laugh but i was too tired to think about it because of whitey who kills my brain and you said yes i'll wait for you to get it and then you're wide awake and i tell you these things and i thought, no not about the fence because its golden and that book is just the same and that book is just the same and that book is just as diffFFFFerent as the one before that because i cried about not having any specialitieieesss but knowing about kabuki and eight inch rings of makeup and politics and oclocks and funny words because we're dumb and so tan and fake and we went to get coffee which we hate and decided to get tea instead because tea tastes like a spirit when you drink it with tonic with fake chinese food and princess crowns late at night to make your mother smile

SATURDAY JUNE FOURTH!!

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Sat, 09 Apr 2005 19:38:07 GMT

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BESTEST NEWSINESSES EVER !!

well, its nice news anway.

hmmm...second time=even more exciting!!

the envelope lays face down

joyanonymous@nc.rr.com — Wed, 30 Mar 2005 22:54:56 GMT

angst:

why the hell did you already send these? fuck. now its going to be even more awkward.

nevermind.

its open and hilarious. it makes me smile and feel awkward sitting here.

what a terrible thing to disimprove the situation.