The impossible is possible tonight, tonight

My Pirate Party was awesome.

The only problem was that Chris didn't bring the Muppets Treasure Island for us to watch... because he rolled the Lancer. It's pretty much destroyed; there was only one window/panel intact... (the following picture was from the next morning -it happened at about 8:00pm- at the house of the man with the tow-truck. It is my understanding that the car is now destined for the wreckers)
Oh well. He wasn't even bruised and he got a nifty card from Freeman ("Dear Chris, Glad you didn't die. From, Your care teacher").

You say shotgun I say wedding

Today I read all of Invisible Monsters from beginning to end (again). Then listened to "Time To Dance" (P!ATD)... even with my aversion to "modern music" I must admit I really appreciate anything that incorporates Chuck Palahniuk's books into it...

I think.. I am a scared, confused little kid. Yeah.... I really am.

I console myself that Hallmark cards are true

Sub-Con was mind-blowingly amazing. Oh how I'd love to work for Zen Zen Zo!
I'd do most anything to be involved... but I'm scared that I've screwed up (school) so badly I won't get accepted into anything and now I'm just scared... *runs away*

But on the telephone line I
Am anyone
I am anything
I want to be
I could be a super model or
Norman mailer
And you wouldn't know the
Difference
On the telephone line I am
Any height
I am any age
I want to be
I could be a caped crusader or
Space invader
And you wouldn't know
The difference
Or would you

Lately I've been just existing. Which is ok, I guess. Sometime soonish I plan on moving up to "living" but until then, existing is tolerable.

Now I'm an amputee god damn you!

Today I rode my bike to school in a suit, fake nose, drawn-on moustache and plastic bowler hat.... all for the amusement of Ms Rackley. It worked. Her reaction: *laughter* "That's exactly how I pictured you!!"
You see, on the weekend I received this e-mail from her:

I feel like you need to come to school with a
moustache, hat and pipe - your email tag sounds quite
the detective. - ooohhh and a British accent. Yes -
(That'll do pig.)

After handing her the above 'business card' I made up and spending most of the lesson taking "detective notes" (the one she read as she walked past me read "Ms Rackley – leader?? Children – Stupid?") and actually WORKING (holy damn yes I love this unit!! Wooo Brecht! We're doing Homophobia -Quinn's script- and I'm the 'butch dyke lesbian' stereotype so I get to wear OVERALLS!! I haven't worn overalls since I was 10!! SQUEE!) I don't think she's mad at me anymore. I rule!
Well it's 11:25 and Rackley just told me in an e-mail that I might be able to GO TO SUB-CON WARRIOR 1 (which I have been whining over the fact that it's sold out and I can't go... but maybe I can)!! And that was my point, I have to see her before school, therefore I must sleep now so that I am able to be awake and at school at *gasp* 8am (THERE IS NO GOD!).

G'night Mr Journal. Things are looking pretty good today, let's just hope it stays that way.

Six different ways inside my heart

Mr Sartre has a pretty cool grave. Also, Existential yay for Existentialism (it's a good 'ism'). That is all.

And if the people stare then the people stare

Singstar, Halo 2 ("I've never seen somebody have so much fun whilst getting their ass kicked."), dog walking, Kaylie, Joshie, Kylie (see also: 'Kyle'), stories and sleep. Overlooking everything that was terrible (i.e. the first 15 hours of the day) 'yesterday' ('today' started 16 minutes ago) wasn't so bad.

(Role reversal) No entry today. No, not today.

It was in March of the winter I turned seventeen
That I bought those pills I thought I would need
And I wrote a letter to my family
It said it's not your fault, no, you've been good to me
It's just lately I've been feeling like I don't belong
Like the ground's not mine to walk upon
And I've heard that music echo through the house
Where my grandmother drank by herself

And I sat watching a flower as it was withering
I was embarrassed by its honesty
So I prefer to be remembered as a smiling face
And not this fucking wreck that's taken it's place

So please forgive what I have done
No, you can't stay mad at the setting sun
Cause we all get tired, I mean eventually
There is nothing left to do but sleep

The spring came bearing sunlight, those persuasive rays
So I gave myself a few more days
My salvation it came quite suddenly
When Justin spoke very plainly

He said, Now of course it's your decision
But just so you know
If you decide to leave
Soon I will follow

I wrote this for a baby who is yet to be born
My brothers' first child, I hope that womb's not too warm
Cause it's cold out here, and it will be quite a shock
To breathe this air, to discover loss

So I'd like to make some changes
Before you arrive
So when your new eyes meet mine
They won't see no lies....
Just love
Just love
I will be pure
No, no, I know I will be pure
Like snow
Like gold
Like snow
Like gold