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elsajeniOof. So in one window I'm reading sarcastic webcomics, in another I'm playing TextTwist, in another I'm checking up on my friends page, in another I'm filling out a scholarship application, and then of course there's this one, where I am updating my journal. I am far too busy to be contained by one computer, apparently.
The story continues to eat my brain, but now it's lost its momentum and is just sitting there, staring at me, saying, "Well?" Kind of like a cat that wants food. Really a lot like a cat, actually. Hmm. "Stories are like cats..." No. Not good enough. All similes must be able to compete with "writing is like masturbation." (Oh, Sam, I miss you. Where is my Sam? My Sam is in fucking New York. Didn't even make it to see us this summer. Miss her.)
Gah! Sam! Made me remember! Forgot to ever add Lyz to friends-list! Gah!
*runs about frantically trying to remember whether Lyz's username has underscores between the words or something similar*
Um. Will take care of that soon. Right now must email strange woman who thinks high school students are available between, like, 8 AM and 2 PM. Some, perhaps. Those who get out after 5th period, for instance. But I have 7 classes.
Chinese. Spanish. Jazz band. Economics. Philosophy. Math. English.
That is too many. My head hurts.
To close:
"I wonder what it would have been like in that phone booth. I think it would have been hot, and humid, like the sex I will never have because no one loves me and there is so much pain in my heart..."
-- Sam, oh my infinitely wonderful Sam
The story continues to eat my brain, but now it's lost its momentum and is just sitting there, staring at me, saying, "Well?" Kind of like a cat that wants food. Really a lot like a cat, actually. Hmm. "Stories are like cats..." No. Not good enough. All similes must be able to compete with "writing is like masturbation." (Oh, Sam, I miss you. Where is my Sam? My Sam is in fucking New York. Didn't even make it to see us this summer. Miss her.)
Gah! Sam! Made me remember! Forgot to ever add Lyz to friends-list! Gah!
*runs about frantically trying to remember whether Lyz's username has underscores between the words or something similar*
Um. Will take care of that soon. Right now must email strange woman who thinks high school students are available between, like, 8 AM and 2 PM. Some, perhaps. Those who get out after 5th period, for instance. But I have 7 classes.
Chinese. Spanish. Jazz band. Economics. Philosophy. Math. English.
That is too many. My head hurts.
To close:
"I wonder what it would have been like in that phone booth. I think it would have been hot, and humid, like the sex I will never have because no one loves me and there is so much pain in my heart..."
-- Sam, oh my infinitely wonderful Sam
