welcome to existence

Hello, Spring!

It snowed several inches last night in Greenwater and I skied for several hours today. It was so fucking weird, let me tell you, seeing the training courses set up and seeing my friends race down them, but not being able to go past the bannering. It felt like I was on the other side of a locked glass screen door.
But it was nice nonetheless. There is a girl named Sheridan who always smiles at me, but has never spoken to me. We're just friends with the same people. I hear things about her, but that doesn't matter to me. I smile back because she's beautiful.
I saw The Watchmen last night. There was a blue man who was very naked the entire time. Everytime I saw him, I went, "hahaha. Naked." In my head. The movie itself was pretty grody though. Lots of unnecessary blood and heads split open and boobs.
Also, I discovered that if I comb my hair whilst in the shower it curls a hell of a lot better.

So enough of my eensy weensy smidge of a life.
I'm cozy, on my bed with the heater on, buried under several of my favorite blankets, including Spiderman and planets and my grandfather's.
Going to Mark's and Ceci's for dinner tonight. It's so weird that they have their own house now. I remember when Mark hogged the bathroom, then sped into the kitchen and drank Pog out of the carton. Not to mention his never ending string of fart jokes. He doesn't talk about bodily functions around Ceci, though. He only starts when she goes to her parents' for Christmas and it's just us. Then he hogs the bathroom and drinks Pog out of the carton and laughs about farts. Then tells me to go get firewood.
Oh, the joys of being the baby sister.
Anyway. This should be fun. I'm sleepy...Green Day and last night's movie popcorn does that to you. (Dear Mykaila, I tried to save some for you, but I couldn't resist. The stale smell was too tempting.)
I was going to try to hang out with Alexa this weekend but that did not work out. Curses!

Okay okay okay.
Must sleep.
Love.

i fell in love with a boy on the street today

Was driving home from Reland's, free as a bird, dancing to Hank Williams, revving and rolling back and revving and rolling back, he looked over and smiled at me, made heart-hands, FO RIZZLE, and I smiled back and the light turned green and I drove.
The highlight of my entire week.

it's these substandard motels

On the corner of 4th and Fremont Street.Appealing, only cuz it's just that unappealing, any practiced Catholic would cross themselves upon entering.
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde...and a habit of decomposing right before your very eyes. Along with the people inside...what a wonderful caricature of intimacy.
Tonight's tenants range from a lawyer and a virgin, accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie. She's getting a job at the firm come Monday (the missus will stay with the cheating attorney); moonlighting aside, she really needs this money, a wonderful caricature of intimacy.
Not to mention the constable and his proposition for that "virgin." Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business"...as he said to the missus. Only hours before, after he had left, she was fixing her face with a compact. There was a terrible crash. Between her and the badge, she spilled her purse and her bag, and held a "purse" of a different kind...
Along with the people inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy.
There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses, it's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses at the shade of the sheets and before all the stains. And a few more of your least favorite things.

coco-mango

Incense. My mom just came in and went, "Olivia, stop burning shit, your dad won't be able to breathe." Then we laughed at her word choice and she said she didn't get her masters in English to adopt her teenage daughter's speaking habits. I love her.
I'm listening to My Chemical Romance. How I've missed them.
I was hungry yesterday and earlier today but my appetite disappeared again. I think there's something wrong. I dislike going to the doctor's office, a lot. They just tell me I'm sick and give me some medication that doesn't work.
So today I found out my father's most likely going to be gone for a trial in New Jersey for 10 weeks starting in June. All of my South Africa time, and some time into September? Wow. That'll definitely be...interesting. Moving right along.
Also, my mother and I just dissected the speeches I'm reporting on for English. Two of the three turned out to be horrendously translated and "white man interpretations." So I'm going to pick two others that are better. There's a Blackfeet speech! But it was by "Unnamed" so I can't tell if it's someone I'd know. It's about this unhappy marriage where the wife runs away to the Nez Perce and marries a trapper.
I should probably get on that. And then I have to call Christo because he and I haven't spoken in like owp8ru29o8ifj293839379201109383 years.
Last night, I had two interesting conversations with two very different boys; they pretty much told me the same thing. I love them.
I should probably start again.
FUCK YOU BLOGGER.
Gahslfijuwoi33ifjnslejknwwhycan'tyougetitiuppppwhycan'tyougetitupppOHAIMINDLESSELF INDULGENCE.
Today was long. I really enjoy ending the day in Act Out though, even if I don't contribute much quite yet. It'll happen. I already love everyone in it, although I've never spoken to a couple of them in my life.
ANYWAY
Bai.
♥

what a shit day

I'm going through some serious Green Day therapy.
It's like what Bolger said about Bruce Springsteen.
"Go back to Springsteen."
Whenever I'm having a shit time, I go back to Green Day. Brings back the best and worst in me...I don't know how they manage to bring back my rawest emotions with such full force. I've been debating for years whether it's the actual music or the feelings I've felt while listening to said music that bring them back.

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while

I love my friends. I love my mother.
Oh memories. Well Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day just came on. It's not by any means my favorite Green Day song, as I'm not a huge fan of American Idiot, but it reminds me of seventh grade when I listened to it most. This song especially reminds me of Fridays after swim team in the winter time. We'd be driving up highway 410 to get to Greenwater from Enumclaw, Kay, my mother, and I, and Kay and I would be getting ready for a weekend of whatever we did. We all sung together at the top of our lungs and open the windows and yell into the dark.
Thanks guys & girlies, I love you.

Quiero abrazar.
Hello English homework.

Dear Seattle Scarfman,

Dear Seattle Scarfman,
I see you about twice a month or so and every time I see you, my day is brightened.
I want to give you a hug the next time I see you. Please be around for the rest of my life. I ADMIRE YOUR TEVAS.
Perhaps I'll join you.
Perhaps I'll carry my own crate of scarves around with me wherever I go.
Perhaps I'll whip them out whenever I feel the urge to.
Perhaps I'll feel the urge to whip my scarves out when I see you. Then we can whip our scarves out and become a scarf-whipping powerhouse.
Perhaps, perhaps.
I'm inspired.

Oh Seattle Scarfman. You warm my heart.

Love,
Olivia

happy birthday dr. seuss!

Two things today.

1) I'm in a bit of a sticky position. I was getting three D's when I got my progress report this trimester. To put it simply, my father shit a brick. So I told him I'd get my grades up if he'd leave me alone. I did bring my grades up, then they slipped again, but I was confident that I would bring them right up again. So when my father asked how my grades were doing, I weaved a little web of lies that I can't keep up with now. He was confident I was getting C's instead of D's, then B's instead of C's, then I finally told him the truth the other night. He asked and I said that I am getting a C in chemistry, a C in geometry, and a C in English which in my family is unacceptable. The whole, "But I thought you were bringing your grades up?" conversation went down and I promised again that I would bring them up.
So now I must, fo rizzle, since the trimester ends in two weeks. I can do it, right?

2) Today's a beautiful day. Happy birthday Danielle Bader and Dr. Seuss. I always remembered Danielle's birthday because the first year that we knew each other, the elementary school we went to had a Dr. Seuss Day on her (their) birthday.
Whoaaaaa, second grade seems like yesterday. I'm almost a junior in high school, can you believe that? Next year I'll get my ring and next year I'll have a senior and next year I'll be able to drive hella and next year I'll be in Algebra 2 and next year I'll be in Sr. O'Dea's class and next year I will get my tattoo and next year I will have gone to South Africa and next year. NEXT YEAR.
Whoa.
Next year I'll be in Spanish 4 and next year I'll be taking Biology and next year I'll be turning seventeen and next year I'll own a bowtie and I will wear it to school every Monday. Hell, I'll own a bowtie this year. Next year I'll know how to cook more than chicken marsala and quesadillas. Next year the Schofields will be in college WTF MAYTE? Next year, with any luck, Mykaila and Morgan will be in Egypt, Turkey, Ghana, Indonesia, and Thailand and will have zillions of stories to tell when they get back SENIOR YEAR. Next year, this year's freshmen will be sophomores and will be going through the same thing I am now. Next year, we'll go to Kairos. Next year, Alexa will be driving that lovely yellow awesomemobile. Next year, my hair will be long.
Hokay. Excited.
Exactly three months yesterday until my birthday.
WHOA!
Sleepy. After tutor I must get home and sleep.


Love.