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| today. i guess i made a friend.
his name is bob.
seriously. and he plays bass clarinet.
he likes green day
and talks fast.
but he's cheerful,
and it's nice to talk to someone like that.
okay. so. i have chinese food right now.
awesome.
- worry rock. | | |
| today i had a dentist's appointment,
so i got out of school around noon.
traveled all the way down to manteno.
then payed a visit to kris
because it's nice and warm there,
but that really only reminded me
how cold it is outside.
things are alright.
i wish greg would cheer up, though.
i've been thinking about that lately. | | |
| well. day two of the lincolnway trials.
i must say,
i adapt a lot better than i thought i could.
and maybe i'm not all too inept at making friends.
it's really weird to be walking down the
extremely crowded hallways
and have people actually saying hi to me.
a lot of them are in band with me, actually,
which is cool. they all seem like awesome people.
i played candyland today.
with chemistry questions.
i was a bit behind in my studies,
so when i lost horribly,
i claimed loudly that i had gotten 'ass-raped'.
this earned me amused expressions from
chris number two and brian kweller.
[obviously, those aren't their real names,
for the horribly naive.]
at lunch, marissa asked me if i'd seen any HOT GUYS
and then proceded to offer to hook me up,
to which i politely declined.
gradually, i'm understanding the
'rectangular-box-with-two-long-hallways' theory.
i'm starting to be able to navigate on my own,
and numbers and colors make sense.
although, right now,
i'm a little frustrated.
after a nice talk with my psychiatrist,
which actually wasn't bad-
it's nice talking to someone with a degree
and a three dimensional mind;
i was dragged to home depot,
where i lugged ceiling fans and light fixtures
for two and a half hours.
and i found out my dad called.
but i'm not calling him back.
he asked for lauren, anyways.
yeah. so. i saw some stuff called 'krystal kleen'
which only reminded me of kris-
with the unessesary k's and whatnot.
...lonnnng. ehh. | | |
| consider this entry a death threat
to anyone who told my i'd enjoy lincolnway.
it was nothing short of chaotic.
for such a large school,
you'd think the hallways
wouldn't be NEARLY as crowded.
my locker was in such an obscure location,
even a teacher had trouble showing me where it was.
none of the numbers on doors
and lockers make sense.
it'll go in order from a bit,
and then jump to a number far away
when i needed a number in between.
people were nice,
i suppose.
but i got invited to sit by older girls,
and it was a bit of a shock.
i'm used to sitting with guys,
and here i am,
trying to relate to their conversation
about the hot german exchange student.
i kept getting lost.
my guide abandoned me after fourth hour.
i showed up a whole ten minutes late for english.
luckily they let me get away with it.
so. i feel like bashing my head repeatedly
against a wall.
i wish kris were here.
or greg or zac or kelly or meaghan or alex or anyone, really. | | |
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