10:01 p.m. x 2004-11-15

1
somewhere in the annals of the virgin suicides there is a line that says "i don't know what you're feeling, i won't even pretend".

2
(unrelated from above)
after everybody scrambled and jumped all over this and said "DOOON'T MENTION A THING!" because, that phrase that my sister doesn't understand...loose lips sink ships. i was sailing something full of holes to start out with, apparently. or maybe next time i ought to be more descriminatory and pick the boat not inclined to attract everyone so as to sink it quicker. next time i'll pick a boat that isn't stand-offish and that i find sleek and efficient and that functions well for me. next time i'll go boating alone. it just happens to be a luxury you don't have in high school.

wait, does that mean that you're giving up?

oh, no chance in hell. i have a spotless sinkage record. i will see this through. i will come out breathing. fuck the fucking boat.

3
i got 100% on my election diary! incredibly cool, because it was all done in one night, and the vast majority of it was caustic, snarky and rambling in my bigassvocabulary kind of way. i can only assume that senor largo was in a cynical and incoherent mood when he graded the diaries. i'm going to miss him when he stops student teaching.

& i may just offer cash to the person who understood verbatim #2.

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
JOBJOBJOB
interviewinterviewinterview
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
(& etc)