Ah yes, well.
Feeling..odd. Not returning many phone calls. Sleeping.
School..suddenly got so angry I couldn't quite stand it. Nearly killed something, least in my mind. I didn't quite feel fit to go to class after art. Library'd. academic access sub. Nobody quite noticed I was gone, honestly. Makes you wonder, huh? If nobody notices you're gone, the activity might be pointless. Of course, this is academic access we're talking about. Another euphimism for "Abington only cares about standardized testing". It should be called "Abington Robotic Funding Access".
Cofee. Dad makes cofee 'bout three times stronger than your average cup.
Art. I like art.
Bass. Should play more bass for my band's sake..I'm bad.
Fuck. Good word. whee.
I imagine relationships like little kids have imaginary friends, you know that? I've had about 5 different boyfriends in the past month, none of them real. neh..make that 6...
You know, astrology books always put scorpio's romantic style as "sarcastic head case" or "sadistic head case". No shit. I pity people who get in my sights way. I permanently mess people up.
Astrology. Its interesting. When I say I believe in it and people retalliate with "its bullshit" you know, they don't quite know what I mean when I say I believe in it. Of course it has flaws. Fuck, eVERYTHING has flaws. But it also has many certanties.
For instance. Me, Marisa, Nate. All of us are scorpios. We have different personalities, its true..but theres a very specific similar undercurrent. You notice that ever? We're born in different years, all three of us. But theres something there..similar..but you have to step back and look at the whole painting and not the brushstrokes, savvy? The reason people label it BS is because you can't quite prove it in words..but all the same, its there.
Two others. Master Kim, My father. Twins. Fucking twins of the Taurus. Dad says thats too high of a compliment when I say that. So does Master Kim. heh.
Lemme hit you with some more. sophomore saggitarius. Laurie Zinberg, Katie Wise, Emily Quinn, Kristen Phillipi. Same vibe from the four. Emily's a bit edgier, but Emily's a bit more awesome. But all of them are quiet without being shy, loud without making noise..theres something there..and you know all three of them are just itching to take that backpack and go as jupiter directs..saggitarian women of the sophmore year, those are the gals.
Pisces is supposedly "the garbage can of the zodiac" and the reason people often lose faith in the stars. The last sign in the zodiac inherits everybody's qualities, therefore people take this to be the exception that screws everything up. Proof to this? Stasia and Dee. They share a very faint similar vibe, but the rest of the differences are so freaking drastic they'd throw off pretty much everyone..note that the sign indicates two fish swimming in opposite directions.
Pisces also get messed up because of natural tendency towards drugs and alcohol. Whether or not they take it can change their personality. Drugs addle the mind no matter what sign you are. Cheers to that!
..we have tequila, i'm staying away from it. Thats my proudness for today.
Children are amazing. Especially 4. 4 is probably my favorite age. There is absolutely no bullshit at the age of four. Children just say whats on their mind, not whats on the subject. four year olds I've talked to recently just say whatever subject they like. Its refreshing. Instead of talking about one thing and word associating it in your mind with something random and trying to keep with the same subject on the physical plane, just say the word association. The four year old wont give a shit. They do it first. Or they immediately say what they notice or think about you. No hiding. If you got a spot on your shirt or something in your teeth, they say it when they notice. They never seem to "think" it. Four year olds take a subject as far as two sentences sometimes. I've had them go from "I like dinasaurs" to "do you think magic is real" to "You're really cool". Thats what gets me the most. As soon as children form an opinion about you, they tell you instead of keeping it to themselves. Three minutes into a conversation, I get "you're cool" "you're pretty" "you're weird" "you're annoying" "I love you".
Thats probably how I'm the most like Holden. I wanna be the catcher, dammnit. Children..don't think yet, stop it..you're so much cooler when you don't bullshit..

Andy Lang: I want a glass of Juice.
Alex Magee: Did you say you want a glass of Jews?
Andy Lang: ..yeah, Alex. I want a tall glass of you.

and

Walter: I remember that like it was yesterday.
Hannah: Walter, what did you do yesterday?
Walter:....

Everyone please welcome Aurora to the commenting family ^_^.
Alright! Just finished shipleys test. And online john as it were. Funny, right when I pressed submit, my brain yelled "52!" i got..a 52. Also when I put my cd player on shuffle I can predict which song goes next. I'm starting to get my mojo back, yo.
Guess what?
I have a brother.
It's freaking strange. I've always had a brother, but i've never HAD a brother..you know when you say you love friends like a brother? I've usually been a lot closer to my friends than I have my brother. But suddenly..I have a brother. We don't talk about personal crap..but suddenly he wants to spend time with me. It's good stuff. we've worked out a system. I always have to do my homework, he always has to paint. So lately he's been painting me doing my homework. I am forced to stay still and work, he has to paint me while I'm there. And we get to talk. On service learning day we're going to make posters for his art show and drive around putting them up in philly. Quality time. You know, I don't think we've had that since we used to play magic when I was in 3rd grade. Promoting art in the community/beautifying the comminuty with yummy posters. Service. I'm glad he's home. We're also making some videos.
Making up for lost time. Of course, mom's going to spit at me for stealing BOTH of her guys..but what can you do. It's mom. the child. She got to have a walter when he was a baby and hung all over her. I was always the dorky lil' sister he didn't want.
Until now I suppose..cool. My very own brother.
I'm hanging a picture of dad and I in my locker. Cuz we kick ass.
Sometimes..I wish mom would find somewhere where she could just be happy...I wish nothing bad on her whatsoever, but something seems so much more in balance when its just me and walter or me and Dad or all three of us even. Although dad and I are wayyyyy closer.
Daddy's lil' girl..
I have a bruise where Rachel Cohen (from tae kwon do, not madrigals) kicked me in the neck. She apologized. I've had worse.
Whurgen. I need some cheesecake or something..
Ecology club yesterday. I like it. I think I'll keep it.
Cardio/TKD tonight. Hopefully I won't DIE.
So! The deal with this summer..i'll be working mon-thurs about 4-7:30ish and some hours on saturday. And I might still take friday classes. This in general means if you want to see me, its gotta be late at night or in the morning/afternoon window. Or sunday. Or friday. You will also have to negotiate around tutoring and band practices. Thats right, I'm in a band. We have no name and all I know about the band is that I have a chart and I know one of the members. We haven't rehearsed yet. But I have high hopes. Yeah Emily Beaty for putting me in your band. Now all I have to do is suck less at electric bass..
Never give me a lot of time to blog. It's dangerous!
"I just don't find studying sexy."-Angie Di'Pilantio, whose birthday actually was not when I said it was. It's August 14th. However, Jen Gerney's birthday is today :-D cool.

Theres so many amazing people at this school that stand out of their respective groupings..I really wish I could be with them all, but lately I've been scheduled into time mostly just with lil' ol me and my workings.
Cristina Schaffer. She is a sophmore running for class president. Please vote for her. It is my belief that she is the most beautiful woman in this school if not the world. (guys, shes boyfriended, sorry). Gorgeous. In personality she's sweet, generous, nice, just gives you this warm flowery feeling. She's articulate and smart..meh, i could rant for ages, but she has a gorgeous demeanor about her. She's a true lady. Physically, cocoa skin, dark eyes, huge, beautiful lips, perfect body, and her hair is soft, not kinky like a lot of african american girls. Something about her..vote for her. President.
You know how I really knew she was special?
This one time at burger king I was getting some stuff, and a group of tough lookin black kids came in flanked by a group of black girls. They all gave me the general "look" as "crazy white chick that dresses funny". But then suddenly I notice Cristina is in the middle of them. She notices me at the same time, then runs over and hugs me. See that? Total disregard of the racial clique. And they all gave her the "look" but she didn't care. We talk alot about music. She has a good appreciation for jazz and funk. The ebonic classics. Rap is good, but its not our biggest common ground. We like Jazzoetry better. I wish I was her best friend.
Ordered Auroras corsage from Stasia (two other amazing women). My darling Aurora is going in style. Five white roses with an orange ribbon. And I'm gonna look my sharpest. Black and gray pinstripe suit. Dad and I are going fedora shopping tonight. I need a snazzy new hat.
You know, I really do wish I was a lesbian. So many great women out there. Alas, alas...
Angie's D'pilongaitalianname's birthday is tommorow. Yay spunky living barbie! *clapclap*

"I was sort of babysitting my cousin over there except I wasn't babysitting him and he wasn't my cousin"-Nate

I wrote my mom a rap for mothers day. There is no way of showing I care like embarrasing the shit out of myself. I'm not even posting it because I can't really read my handwriting.
Demo was freaking awesome. Cept for those doofus orange belts that forgot their form. We beat them up later, ehe. I forgot a chunk of my special elective form, but I did alright anyway. Christ fucking kicked ass I <3 him. I'm glad he's my friend now and not my distance-crush. Tyler however..interesting dream about him last night, lemme tell ya O_O.
Kelly's b-day party was nice. I spooned Nick. heh..not really. We just kept shoving a plastic spoon down eachothers shirt/pants. Then I knocked him over and beeped his nose. Shoulda hooked up with him, as usual, didn't. I never do. Cute little floppy ungelled-mohawk boy. Although as a result of that little encounter I smelled like pot when I came home. Oddness. I didn't notice, because I hadn't smoked any. As usual.
Boom.
Ryan, you can blog on my blog anytime.
Walters home.

Mom: You smell like pot.
Walter: PEE IN THIS CUP!