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| LAST BASEMENT MOVIE NIGHT!
Friday, November 26th.
7:00
The Labyrinth
Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Session 9
The Breakfast Club
Spice World
Feel free to add any movies.
WHO IS COMING?
(There WILL be space heater marshmallow roasting. And no, Caitlin, we're not having a real fire in my basement this time. Sorry.)
NO MORE ADVERTISEMENTS FOR THE SHOW ON THE 27th, PLEASE!
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| This entry... Oh god. Its going to make me cry like a little baby.
In chronological order. No names. You are probably a part of this.
September at that barn in Schafferstown. My closest friends. The last days of warm weather. Stars directly above us, some really bad band playing, to the east heat lightning and a storm brewing that would mark the beginning of the cold weather. And we were all innocent. Nothing was wrong. Non-Objective Portrait of Karma. Then that November at our show. I was in love for the first time. I was stupid. I thought everything was going to be okay. Vanilla. I cannot even begin to explain how bad everything was in December. I kissed you. The whole winter was so bad. The Blue Period. Monroe and the shows in February and March. I was so happy. The bridge and the river, the tea bottle incident. The smell of their cigarettes. Falling asleep on his lap. (I'll never understand why he was sitting with me in the first place.) New Jersey in my Rearview. I broke someone's heart. I'm sorry. The spring. Softball. Neato Burrito. Washington. Philadelphia for the first time in my life. Summer, Monkey!!Knife!!Fight!! May and the shopping carts at Wal Mart.I kissed you. It wasn't supposed to happen. The baseball field, staring at the stars. Seeing my first shooting star. So many talks. It was ours. All of it. That night at the elementary school. Your hand in mine and I was okay. You were okay. And when I asked you "What if the world ended right now?" You responded with: "We would have front row seats." The Stars are Projectors. The movie theatre. Pretending nothing mattered and everything belonged to us. Smash It Up. In June in your parent's driveway. Heart Cooks Brain and those honey oat granola bars. God damn. Her and the party. Everything falling apart on the most beautiful night possible. Asleep.Alex T's house. (Alcohol and gasoline). The all-nighter, singing. The sunrise from the dugouts. July. Fireworks on the parking garage roof in Lancaster. Philly. I hated you. I hate you now. It will never change. The Ocean. I finally realized what I was missing and how much I wanted you. Lost in the Translation. In August, the last night of work. I never thought I'd miss all of that as much as I do now. Hiding, the funnel cake, The Middle, sitting under the aquatheatre thinking about you. Having you follow me around random days. Oh God. The beach.Salty ocean air. 2am. Getting bitched at like we had just killed someone. Sitting on the stairs of a different appartment complex. The boardwalk. There is a Light that Never Goes Out. Summer ended. You are back in my life. September came, again. My female friends are gone. The night of Wal Mart, the pool, and sleeping on the trampoline. Those days are long gone, and while I will never forget them, things will never be like that again. Nothing is the same. Nothing ever stays the same. Everything keeps changing and I don't want it to.
Goodbye. | | |
| Proof that my last entry actually happened:
This is what The Beast did to my pants:
Jordan and I enjoying some leisure time in the pool:
Jordan and I racing:
We almost broke the trampoline.
Then we broke out the dishsoap and had a wet 'n wild time. Lolz.
Then Jordan and Caitlin had teh buttsecks:
Proving that Jordan's cat is indeed the Satan reincarnate...
Me enjoying my afternoon.
Comment. You want our hot bodies. | | |
| I look like a chipmunk. I cannot type correctly. I am retarded. KT brought me a milkshake. I attemped to eat some of it, but I got frustrated. I also ate little pizza crumbs and some cheese which took me over an hour because I rolled them into neat little balls and then dipped them in mustard. So far I have thrown up blood twice. If Scott Stapp and Danzig had a child, I assure you, this is what it would look like. I am so damn ugly. Dan is bringing me some ice cream when my mommy goes to get him. Wahooo?
Leave me some love.
*Edit: Trish came over to say hello, and Dan and I ended up watching the Alkaline Trio DVD. He was making me laugh a lot and made my face hurt really badly, but its okay. At least I was smilling.
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life ain't nothin but bitches an money. | | |
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