Ouch. Dude. That hurts.
School's back, which equates to zero sleep again.
I actually just finished all of my homework without stopping, which made me supremely proud because I don't think I do so all that often.
Barack Obama is on the television right now. I suppose I can marry him in addition to Hugh Jackman. What a spectacular man!
Maybe I'll go fall asleep now. I'll ask my parents to record the address and then I'll go lay down on my bed until ten o'clock.
I wish I could show everyone all of my trip pictures. There are so many, and right now I'm looking at one from when we were going down the Quadalquivir River in Seville, Spain. I was ten I think, in my pajamas, and I was on the bowsprit of the boat at sunrise. See, we'd run aground the night before and had had to take watches all night so the boat didn't sink, so we were all awake to see the beautiful sunrise. Lovely. I miss Spain. Not as much as I miss Portugal. I met my first little boyfriend in Lisbon. :)
GAWWW NOSTALGIA.
Okay. I'm going to take a nap.
I love you.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
standing on a corner watching all the girls go by
I've made several new friends in the past couple days, discovered a few unexpected things.
I'm sitting here drinking Fresca and eating dried apricots. I understand geometry and I accidentally almost ripped Elly's earring out today (sorry girl). My dog won't stop barking, of course, which does not aid my headache in any way. Hugh Jackman is the only man I would marry.
Once upon a time, my brain twin Colleen and I went on a cruise on Lake Michigan and danced the Beetlejuice dinner party dance to "Day-O" by Harry Belafonte. The end.
Once upon a time, I had an epic conversation with an ex-girlfriend on the phone. The end.
Once upon a time, WHOOOOOOOOO. The end.
Once upon a time, I didn't eat anything all day, came home, ate apricots, and wished I was hungry. The end.
Once upon a time, I had several month's worth of conversations with an ex-boyfriend on the phone. The end.
Once upon a time, I talked to a Boy Olivia on the phone for two minutes and spent the rest of the day skiing with him. The end.
Once upon a time, he stopped talking to me and who knows if he'll continue. The end.
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Once upon a time, I took like a three hour break to finish homework and try to eat dinner and then remembered this post. The end.
You're living your own personal hell.
I decided I am going to call a certain boy in 28 minutes (it's 9:32 pm). I miss hablando.
Estoy entusiasmado para ser fluente en espanol. :)
Ileana got me an owl and a walrus at Sea World!!!! THANK YOU! I know you're mad at me. I love you. :)
I named the walrus Walrus, because He Is The Walrus and the owl Eggman because "he is the eggman". Credit to Amy Claire for helping me with the names.
My father took my phone again, I don't know when I'll get it back. What a topsy-turvy deal we have going on here. He should a) find a better hiding spot for it or b) trust me with it because really, I can focus if I try.
While we're on the topic of focus. I apologize to anyone if I have like a shitty conversation with them and can't hold up my end of the conversation with them very well. I really am. I'm probably just trying to digest what you're saying.
Anyway.
Enough.
I am going to finish The Perks of Being A Wallflower.
Goodnight. I love you.
I'm sitting here drinking Fresca and eating dried apricots. I understand geometry and I accidentally almost ripped Elly's earring out today (sorry girl). My dog won't stop barking, of course, which does not aid my headache in any way. Hugh Jackman is the only man I would marry.
Once upon a time, my brain twin Colleen and I went on a cruise on Lake Michigan and danced the Beetlejuice dinner party dance to "Day-O" by Harry Belafonte. The end.
Once upon a time, I had an epic conversation with an ex-girlfriend on the phone. The end.
Once upon a time, WHOOOOOOOOO. The end.
Once upon a time, I didn't eat anything all day, came home, ate apricots, and wished I was hungry. The end.
Once upon a time, I had several month's worth of conversations with an ex-boyfriend on the phone. The end.
Once upon a time, I talked to a Boy Olivia on the phone for two minutes and spent the rest of the day skiing with him. The end.
Once upon a time, he stopped talking to me and who knows if he'll continue. The end.
----
Once upon a time, I took like a three hour break to finish homework and try to eat dinner and then remembered this post. The end.
You're living your own personal hell.
I decided I am going to call a certain boy in 28 minutes (it's 9:32 pm). I miss hablando.
Estoy entusiasmado para ser fluente en espanol. :)
Ileana got me an owl and a walrus at Sea World!!!! THANK YOU! I know you're mad at me. I love you. :)
I named the walrus Walrus, because He Is The Walrus and the owl Eggman because "he is the eggman". Credit to Amy Claire for helping me with the names.
My father took my phone again, I don't know when I'll get it back. What a topsy-turvy deal we have going on here. He should a) find a better hiding spot for it or b) trust me with it because really, I can focus if I try.
While we're on the topic of focus. I apologize to anyone if I have like a shitty conversation with them and can't hold up my end of the conversation with them very well. I really am. I'm probably just trying to digest what you're saying.
Anyway.
Enough.
I am going to finish The Perks of Being A Wallflower.
Goodnight. I love you.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
i stop to see a weeping willow, crying on his pillow. maybe he's crying for me.
As I was vacuuming a minute ago I had a thought. I was remembering this morning when my dad was baby-stepping across the driveway at the cabin. (Baby-stepping because there was a sheet about three inches thick of solid ice between his feet and the dirt.) My mom suggested, "Why don't you go around in the snow where the branches are? It's not as slippery there." He didn't acknowledge her suggestion and kept hobbling across the ice until he almost fell on his face. My mom told him, "You are so stubborn," and got in the car with me."Well, now I know where you get it," she huffed. I replied by saying, "Well that's not very nice."
It got me thinking again about how alike my father and I are, which normally drives me crazy because of all that's gone down for the past 16 years. I mean, everyone inherits traits from their parents, some good, some bad. I would rather not be a stubborn ass, although I already am. Well, I guess I could try to change it, but I don't know where I'd start. I could try to change several things, but I don't know where to start.
I don't think I need to worry about this right now though.
I have better things to worry about. Like school.
In other news, this break was pretty productive.
I started an outline for my English presentation and had several recurring and awesome dreams. I found my hemp lotion and burned out my vanilla candle. I wrote several letters, one to Preston and one to Oliver and one to Colleen. I found an undeveloped roll of film, so I'm excited about that, along with a new flash that my sister dug up. I wrote four songs. I listened to Daft Punk and had a shitload of fun while doing so. I hung out with Reland most of the week, then Kay, Ali, and Miles. I saw Preston and hung out with Ileana before the break started. I ate Pringles several times, and hasbrowns, and waffles. I read two and a half books, slept in until noon, and became addicted to Doctor Who, Black's Books, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I collected Snapple caps. I called Funyuns "Fritos" and was given a burrito at midnight. I rediscovered the old dusty Beatles records my parents were keeping from me in the attic (not that I can play them). I missed Alexa hella, and everyone else at school for that matter. I got into a fight. We made up. I fashioned a dress out of a skirt. I did countless other things that I don't feel like mentioning right now.
Was a good break, won't forget it anytime soon.
Dear Elly,
Let's work on my wall.
Love,
Olivia
Refrigerator
Must work on picture
For dance company.
Love.
It got me thinking again about how alike my father and I are, which normally drives me crazy because of all that's gone down for the past 16 years. I mean, everyone inherits traits from their parents, some good, some bad. I would rather not be a stubborn ass, although I already am. Well, I guess I could try to change it, but I don't know where I'd start. I could try to change several things, but I don't know where to start.
I don't think I need to worry about this right now though.
I have better things to worry about. Like school.
In other news, this break was pretty productive.
I started an outline for my English presentation and had several recurring and awesome dreams. I found my hemp lotion and burned out my vanilla candle. I wrote several letters, one to Preston and one to Oliver and one to Colleen. I found an undeveloped roll of film, so I'm excited about that, along with a new flash that my sister dug up. I wrote four songs. I listened to Daft Punk and had a shitload of fun while doing so. I hung out with Reland most of the week, then Kay, Ali, and Miles. I saw Preston and hung out with Ileana before the break started. I ate Pringles several times, and hasbrowns, and waffles. I read two and a half books, slept in until noon, and became addicted to Doctor Who, Black's Books, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I collected Snapple caps. I called Funyuns "Fritos" and was given a burrito at midnight. I rediscovered the old dusty Beatles records my parents were keeping from me in the attic (not that I can play them). I missed Alexa hella, and everyone else at school for that matter. I got into a fight. We made up. I fashioned a dress out of a skirt. I did countless other things that I don't feel like mentioning right now.
Was a good break, won't forget it anytime soon.
Dear Elly,
Let's work on my wall.
Love,
Olivia
Refrigerator
Must work on picture
For dance company.
Love.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
get on your knees.
I smell like hashbrowns.
Figuratively speaking.
Not real hashbrowns.
My sweater has the most comforting smell ever. I missed them, I'm excited for them.
Mother and I went to a Patsy Cline play; my mom used to croon the lovely Ms. Cline to me at night when I was little, to get me to sleep. We both knew all the words to all the songs sung. It was a lovely experience, I sense a Patsy Cline kick.
Tragic story, I wish I'd known her.
I feel a lot better right now.
Thank you Mykaila, thank you Patsy Cline, thank you Dr. Miles Walrus, thank you Mom, thank you Alexa I miss you honey.
I'm sitting pantsless on my bed right now because I took off my jeans after the play and got on AIM and started drawing and forgot about everything. My feet are covered by a flannel shirt of my sister's I think from the 90's. Har.
Going to bed; where did the time go?
I still have to redraw the dance company thing. Shit.
Goodnight.
Figuratively speaking.
Not real hashbrowns.
My sweater has the most comforting smell ever. I missed them, I'm excited for them.
Mother and I went to a Patsy Cline play; my mom used to croon the lovely Ms. Cline to me at night when I was little, to get me to sleep. We both knew all the words to all the songs sung. It was a lovely experience, I sense a Patsy Cline kick.
Tragic story, I wish I'd known her.
I feel a lot better right now.
Thank you Mykaila, thank you Patsy Cline, thank you Dr. Miles Walrus, thank you Mom, thank you Alexa I miss you honey.
I'm sitting pantsless on my bed right now because I took off my jeans after the play and got on AIM and started drawing and forgot about everything. My feet are covered by a flannel shirt of my sister's I think from the 90's. Har.
Going to bed; where did the time go?
I still have to redraw the dance company thing. Shit.
Goodnight.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
hey little party girl, where do you want to go?
I'm going to Enumclaw tonight, staying at Ali's house, excited.
I watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer on Hulu for a few hours last night.
My migraines have come and gone in the past few days; thankfully I'm on the downward slope my most recent.
Worried about a best friend of mine, symbolized by a semicolon. I'm here for you girlie.
Today, I'm convinced, is going to be a good day.
I'm going to shower, walk up to get some breakfast, and then get ready for tonight.
Things are looking up, for me at least.
Don't forget:
Call/text if you want/need.
I love you.
I watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer on Hulu for a few hours last night.
My migraines have come and gone in the past few days; thankfully I'm on the downward slope my most recent.
Worried about a best friend of mine, symbolized by a semicolon. I'm here for you girlie.
Today, I'm convinced, is going to be a good day.
I'm going to shower, walk up to get some breakfast, and then get ready for tonight.
Things are looking up, for me at least.
Don't forget:
- Retainer (ew)
- Kay's and my journal. Trade off.
- Phone charger
- Headphones
- Change of clothes
- Hair ties
- bandana
- camera
- Airborne
- Polaroid
- Common sense
Call/text if you want/need.
I love you.
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