the dark cow of mystery
Bigger, Longer, and Uncut
"cinnamon and sugary, and softly spoken lies, you never know just how you look through other peoples eyes"
Apparently patrick's cool is on a decline. Jojo is disappointed in this poor bastard's performance. Back in the day when i used to hold myself aloof, i was thought of as a thinker, but now that i actually interact with others, they think that i'm an odd creep, or a stalker. I don't mean to come off in that manner, but being that my interpersonal skills are jack squat, what can yah do? And what's wrong with finding where your friends live? So what if i wander for miles in my spare time, without destination or goal? I don't mean to be all creepy like that. oh fucking well.
Moving on.
I really can't stand fox whatever the hell his last name is. he's a little prick. when i first met him, i got a weird creepy spider running up and down my narrow little spine. His face seemed wrong. It's not for lack of features, he does have a nose, but the sum of the parts seems wrong, although his eyes are always hidden behind his cheap-ass transition glasses. His glasses never clear. They are always tinted. I don't trust his eye's either. i feel like he'd stab me in the back if i let him. I can't believe lizzy is still with him, though she is in a middle school in the middle of mormon middlecountry, so her choices are limited but that doesn't justify dating creeps(except me:). Oh, yeah, fox tries to come off all dark and cynical, but he's not. Every time he opens his mouth he destroys his carefully laid fascade. It's like trying to have a conversation with badger(not something i advise or condone). Once you start talking to it, you loose the noble and wise preconception to the hissing of the air escaping from his lungs, running up his neck like and intermingling with the gentle gurgle of the blood squirting from your leg.
Here's a good part.
I didn't do what i was gonna do. I wasn't here on thursday and friday(yesterday) i felt like jack squat so i didn't. Also, my funds are running a little low. stupid sharing policy. So, while were on the topic of dating, i think the korean exchange student has a crush on me. All of the symptoms are there. The touching her hand to my arm(though she could be a touchyfeely fellow, i have to investigate that),hand, leg, the constant looking at me(though that could be justified, i am an ass in english), and the thinking everything i say is cute(even though most is just ugly dribble). I think it would be really odd to date another foreigner in a row, but then again if all works out next week, i won't have to worry bout that.
the punches keep coming.
So i told derek (of all people) and jake about my family today. my guess is that in a day or two, jake will write something about it, then as it proliferates, katie, followed by probably andrew, then cat via aim. yeah for everyone but me.
Flags at half mast, cocks at full salute.
I did that damned flag ceremony. We carried the flag to the middle of the field, then carried them off. what a job. Then i went around in my scruffy scout uniform for the rest of the night. Fox and Lizzy were there, so dolar, an odd sophmore(his name escapes me), and i harassed them. they bought scott off with coffee to get rid of us. i knew that they were doing something less than scout like, so i snuck back behind them, and said hello. I swear to god that i think fox had a heart attack(though because of a well placed fleece jacket(oo, that'll be fun to wash) he could have been experiencing something else). He looked at me as though his eyes were going to jump out and chase me. I stared smuggly back. he asked me what i wanted, and i said coffee. he said to find him during second lunch. I didn't tell him that his little bribe did me no good (i have first lunch) but left him thinking himself safe for another go at it. I left, only to return, at which time he yelled at me and threatened the amount of coffee he would buy me. His eye looked like rockets, ready to fire. I stared smuggly back. his eyes couldn't touch me, for his glasses block the way. He couldn't hurt me, i've been in a minor fight with him were i twisted his arm when he tried to back hand me. I explained how his bribe had no value. his face went sad. Now why did i do this. I don't know. Am i jealous, possibly. Though of course it could be the fact that i thought of lizzy last year as a little sister(even though she cyberstalked me). i hope i have enlightened, and not offended. If you have been hurt by this, please make contact by shoving your head up your arse(it might probably be the most enlightening conversation of you life).
turn your hate to rage and build something with it
"i'm an elitist, it works for me"-miss congieniality
Saturday, September 22, 2001
