Clap Hands 
factories and smoke
onsdag, september 24, 2003
grrrrr god i hate confrontation and i hate it when my friends fight. MOTHERFUCK. absolutely hate it i hate in more than having to call mme. huycke on the effin telephone and leaving a godamm message thank you very much.
jesus driving to and from Madrigals i would take my hands of the steering wheel and they would hurt and be numb cause i was gripping the damn thing so much. and then i get home and my mom took Kazaa off the computer what a bunch of freakshows. what should i focus on right now? i don't know. I'm not focusing on college or my friends or field hockey or homework i'm focusing on things that are so trivial right now like me and him and etc.
god I want to talk to Mr. Christian about things like this. I think he'd be helpful cause i wouldn't go to Mrs. Lamb. and i grabbed my mug in the microwave like a dumbass and screamed and spilled chai everywhere. maybe i'll do phys or something to clear the brain. clear it. i really neeed help clearing my head. maybe if we went over the quod's every day. don't forget to check the stars tomorrow night. nacht.
i have an effin concert to go to tomorrow. motherfuck. how am I supposed to play? i should start writing. I re read part of "You're Ugly Too" last night and noticed things i hadn't before like how Zoe is looking through the yellow pages and there's thousands of entries under "Beauty" and none for "Truth."
I think I know my geography pretty damn well.
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