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Fall.
I swear this season should be packaged and sent to me on days in which I feel highly explosive and violent.
Everything is changing, not like it hasn't always been but the transforming and morphing of people has rapidly sped up in a small capsule of time. I accept that. People think they are indestructible now.
They aren't.
Lies, drama, stress, are beginning to pile up. It's getting quite pressuring and constricting.
The weather now makes up for it. It balances out the increasing amount of social humdrum and improves the weather from nasty scorching.
Atleast Marie Antoinette is coming out. Hell yes!

so.
I have observed that school has becoming more hard shrug of by the end of the day. Piling homework, rehearsals, appointments ,and can I say exploring personal goals such as ruining peoples lives one by one.
this is now the endless soundtrack that countinual plays in my head while going through my daily activitiese.
i'm quite infuriated though because some people found it quite appropriate that they start asking for advisors for The Extended essay at the beginning of sophomore year.
Great... really.
anyways.
People have become tiresome.. not bad just we have fallen back into our regular habits which allows me to find more people to create constant laughter from.
i am gracious to you people that I laugh at.
i find you extremely entertaining and what would I do without you?
Maybe, die.

Monologue = victory.
I laughed today.
More than usual.
I'm officially Punky Brewster's ( Amanda's) slave.
Powell's was funny due to Robert and I's commentary.
"Jerry, jerry, jerry ... I fucked my momma and my sister's momma."
Shelby's ironic shirt.
Brandon who talks exactly the same no matter if he is intoxicated or not.
Lowes.

Project Runway!
You better be glued to the television.
Don't flip that dial.
Or well you could not watch it and miss out on the greatest viewing pleasure of all time.
Joe is going to be old.
I should bring him a bedpan on friday.

White Out Day?
White Flight Day?
People dressed in white so they attract dirt and then look like ragamuffins.
Ah Stugo.
I love how you decide that our lunch table looks so approachable from afar and decide that yes we would enjoy to participate in Girl Scout activities at Lunch to prove our school spirit and represent our classes. That yes, we look in need for social contact as IB booty bumpers that
THE WELCOME BACK DANCE will pretty much save us from our nerdy selves.

Lauren wore that piece of crap shirt today. Her mom scorned the shirt. It make me happy.It fugly. FUGLY!
Anyways, Wooten has decided that my critiques of her should be taken as compliments and in response puts a
SMILEY FACE on my multiple choice quiz. Which I rocked...but...of course it had to be annihilated by a flippin'diseregard to my constructive criticism.
That class is like being trapped in a net of BORING.

I've altered my dreams of what I want to do in life.
Something in liberal arts.
NOT SCIENCE.
Writing brings me joy.
I feel oxymoronic with my feelings.
And that is living in the moment.
that is existence.

I'm confused.
perplexed.
confuddled.
disoreinted.
I'm pissed off at people because I want to be them to help them reach their goals but I can't.
Because i'm not them.
And I can't just magically take control over them and do what I would do in their situation.
some people you just can't save.
Despite that... it is going to be spirit week aka be brainwashed by Stugo week. I loathe Stugo, greatly. Crew Day was fun. We accomplished alot of little nothingness and sometimes you leave feeling guilty because you couldn't tanglibly see the progress you've made. It seems fruitless.
It really isn't.
Plus it is fun to see everyone. And make Heather go pyscho and turn into Mommie Dearest.
I've decided to join hiking club for buttkissing opportunity and the need to be outdoors.

This is the conclusion of summer 2006. I'm actually excited for school. Go figure. I'm ready to return to the book haulin', essay writin', assembly watchin', lunch hip hop dancin', girl fightin', and many other various activites that school has to offer. Summer was enjoyable but it time to start learning again. I learned during during the summer but mostly pointless things that shall help me squeak by in life. Such as how to throw water at Lowes, how to make a pony castle, how to make no one want to come to your party and then make them come anyway, how to sort Lucky charms, and how to make a glittery euphoria.
See you tomorrow.
Wear your ID.
Clean up your trash.
sing to the sweep song.
be a fuckin' good Mustang.

Project runway is approaching!I hope Cocky Keith gets the whoopass he deserves for his continous belief that his crap can be spread on a cracker and consumed with pleasure.
I get hyped up in this stuff.
I know.

I'm throughly confuddled.

today...
was not so horrible.
I mean it hit you. School is coming. But not in that dun,dun, dun kinda of way.
myschedule is...

French 1
Bio 1
World Government/ Econ
Lunch
Drama 3
Acccelerated Alg./ Geom
Eng 3
Spanish 5

not so bad agreeable people are in each class.
Happy dance.
The only crazy part is that you think since people in their adolescence tend to prefer not to wake up early. Well I guess someone's parents woke them this morning because it was jam packed at eight and then I went back and there was no one.
NO ONE
The only really bad part about today was...
the heat which is nothing to complain about because that is what ewveryone always complains about. It is like a ice breaker in every situation.
go to a party.
Bob: Hey what's your name.
Tzatiki: Tzatiki, how are you doing?
Bob: Its fuckin' hot here isn't it.
Tzatiki: Fo' Sho'
Then this could continue for hours upon hours.
I swear anyone of any intelligence level can rant about how hot Arizona is.
I bought two shirts.
and am going to Buffalo Exchange this weekend.
Heads up...
Skinny jeans at AE are not that skinny.
if anyone cares.
there name is deceiving.
not like I'm going to by them anyway.
Vogue!
i'm sorry I have no caustic humor today.
it has actually bee nhappy

Okay so yesterday night Molly convinced me that we should go to this concert at modified arts studio at 407 E. Roosevelt. what the hell was I thinking in being lured to this place. I expected at least a mediocre rock band from the Valley to begin playing their original songs on some album that Lauren probably owns.
Wrong. Fuck I'm always wrong.
it turns out to be Jazz. okay I can deal with jazz but this was especially excruiating. the average age of the listeners as I observed was mid 30s males that were either jewish or wished they were jewish. these men who were watching were bobbing and swiveling their heads to the mellow chords and saxophone.
Okay Big Statment ( listen up): if you are not a)hipanic b) African american c) blessed by the powers of the voodoo master and have taken extensive dance lessons you ahve no rythym. Sorry to burst your bubble but your genetics do not allow you to move to music in a fluid and geniunely admirable way.
Anyways it was steaming hot in their because everyone was crampedc together. not only this but some smooth jazz fan invited himself to put his whole body in front of the only fan so his hot ass could cool down to a fairly normal temperature. so we went outside and I came to the conclusion next time...
I choose the band.
I love Molly still but I can forgive but not forget.
tomorrow is schedule pick up day and afterwards we be ridin' the city bus up to Fascist Square. Today I have art class. i like painting but Metals was far better because I was allowed to light a torch.

"We be burnin',
not concernin' what nobody have to say,
we be earnin' dollars, turnin dollars,
'cause we mind it while we pay..."

this week I'm doing something everyday to savor every second before school starts. I got a digital camera so I can candidly snap pictures of old women and naked cats. According to the paper my sign will have a ***** five star day*****. I think that is encouraging.

Advice:
Dance outside.
It might rain.