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| senior year is shit. i just want to sleeeeep. i barely talk to anyone. i've taken up watching him in english class. i have been listening to the same songs on repeat. i don't care about anything anymore. i really don't. i miss you. the song neighborhood #1(tunnels) is about me & you. no one else. afternoon at fort worden, the german teacher was hiding in the tunnels. i didn't mean to smile at him like that. aaron wasson 2.0. sunday at the ocean, running down the jetty.
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| jane stayed over the other night. i don't remember falling asleep. i dreamt of chance flying hot are balloons in the sky. brendan was there. my sleep cycle is normal once more. spiders are all over the house. i fell in love with john keats in english class. i saw james drive by the school this afternoon. i looked up & there he was. | | |
| we can be heroes, just for one day. that song means everything to me.
the past week i've been away at band camp. sleepless nights, rainy days, & bug bites. how the boys were acting was reminiscent of lord of the flies; running 'round at night with butter knifes / taping each other to bed posts or chairs. beahm allowed me to come along with emily to see the boy's cabin. it smelled of pot & shit, there was low pulsing techno music playing from someone's bed, & the lights were flickering softly. at night i sat at the beach watching the city lights listening to radiohead. emily taught me how to play mancala. jordan sneaked into camp the last night. while walking around outside she put on emily's sweater as a disguise. the black cat was following us around. the cat reminded me of thackery binx from hocus pocus. jordo slept under my bed.
i enjoy wearing messy pigtails stuffed in berets.
mom bought a beautiful broken canon at kimmy's garage sale. i found a used copy of the wind-up bird chronicle. kimmy persuaded me to buy a few of her old tweed coats. it is difficult to say no to a person who can call you "Sug" or "Honey" & not sound tacky. | | |
| woke up to a phone call from weyrick. charming. fell back alseep. i dreamt this morning of someone i rather not mention. i dream of him. i dream of the madrona house. i dream of lady dog. i dream of marine biology class.
summer has turned dreary despite the weather.
jane has disappointed me. i don't want to be cross with her & i know i am acting slightly selfish, but i just am.
i leave tuesday morning. ho hum.
i hope the letter was lost in the mail. | | |
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