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Monday, October 21, 2002
11:57 a.m.

Life just went weird. Narilos isn't fond of Warp 5. This offically makes all my friends. I have no response to that.

Monday, October 21, 2002
10:59 a.m.

Later this afternoon is going to be nice. It's the middle of the day, but Crisco and I are going to watch the others. Just us, the movie, and the popcorn. ^_^ Can't wait for that either. At least that's not so much of a wait, you know?

Monday, October 21, 2002
10:46 a.m.

I have to wait till next month, and I'll probably have to give up the really nice computer I wanted, but I might have summer plans. Really cool summer plans. I can't wait. I still have to wait till the iron out everything. It's worth it though. I'm happy ^_^

Monday, October 21, 2002
12:42 a.m.

And I haven't touched poetry, in awhile, but I heard this song, and I needed to.

Strange
By Anoniemouse

Is it okay?
Us right here.
We drift away,
Still just here.
I have this feeling,
Will it last?
Oh god, I'm reeling
It's too fast.

Moon so shallow;
Bodies near,
I must swallow.
I don't fear,
But I'm not sure,
If you're there.
Speaking demure,
I'm right here.

Afraid of crying;
It's too much;
Looking,
Standing,
I feel your touch.

I know there's more, but I'm tired...

Monday, October 21, 2002
12:12 a.m.

I just came from one of the coolest impromtu sessions. I was at Crisco's apartment, and as it turns out, he lives next door to Narilos. We went over there to try and fix her computer. I probably could have if she could have found the driver disk. Then Narilos suggested that we watch the movie I lent her. We did. Unfortunately, it was eppisodal and was missing the next two eppies. However, a new plan was made and Narilos began teaching Crisco how to play drums. Then Crisco mentioned his roomate plays guitar so we went over there. Narilos and Crisco's roomate played really well together. Then, I needed to get my stuff from next door. We heard a keyboard sound and followed the noise. Surprise Surprise, we found a keyboardist. Dragging him with us, the three sat down. It was chaos for a bit, but then... Harmony. It sounded as if bubbles entered the room. Wow. At Midnight, Narilos and I had to vamenos because of the house rule. Crisco walked me home, and we caught up with Crisco's Roomate's band leader singer, here's the freaky part, he lives next door to me. He was royally pissed he didn't get to sing. He counts on a next time, there will be a next time. Viva la Tribal Rock!!!!!

Sunday, October 20, 2002
03:14 p.m.

It's strange. The way I feel. I had to dump a friend if you will. I wasn't at all too pleased about the situation. It happened. I can't change what I had to do. He had gone a little to far. Sending me love poetry when we aren't in a relationship, is just weird. I'd love to go further into the situation, but he was breeching my limit level. Considering I tolerate Warp5, this shouldn't be as difficult, but it is. I hate breaking relationships. Of course, I wonder is it really over. Even though, I'm not talking to him, just that change the past. Does it truely cut ties. Even I talk to him in the future or some how we end up in the same room, that doesn't take away the history. It doesn't change the fact I know his personality. I guess the connections we make never end.

Saturday, October 19, 2002
11:07 p.m.

By comparision, Saturday is almost too quiet. No ringing tones of IM windows firing off, no emails, and the surrender to night seems closer. There's a strange sort of wonderful that comes from being on the internet alone. It's weird how a tiny little box can change so much. People miles away feel like there right there. They're not, though, and can never be. The internet can't replace the needs that are filled when we experience upclose communication. The feeling of Synchrony. I adore you harmony.

Friday, October 18, 2002
11:58 p.m.

Never have too many Ims going. My limit is three. I was doing that. Then when my friend showed up, blame, splat. I crash. I can't do a lot of those one a dialup, dsl maybe. Dialup doesn't like me as much. Anyway, I feel like I'm being pulled. And I like it? weird huh?

Friday, October 18, 2002
01:49 p.m.

I just installed Netscape 7.0, and I love it. It's wonderful for my laptop. It's interface is very nice, and it comes with Winamp 2.8 and Real 8.0. I love that about it. It's starts much fast that 6.2. Though, it's still slower that I.E. 5.5 Ilove it. It doesn't register the newest Style Sheet and Javascript codes. Everything else works with it. It's a nice browser system.

Thursday, October 17, 2002
02:42 p.m.

In my 3:30 class, we are learning how to use PhotoShop....

hehehehehe. Now, I know how Jessie felt when we were learning how to play with Final Cut Pro. At least it will be a somewhat easy day. If not a little boring. Another side note is that, I've begun the task of archiving my pitas entries out.

Thursday, October 17, 2002
10:58 a.m.

To repeat, I'm in the pre-stages of a relationship. I like the fact it seems that he is taking it slow too. It's better than being grabbed, touched, and kissed right away. I don't like that. I like that he didn't touch me. I like that he's taking it slow. I like that it seems we're both on the same wavelength. ::sighs::

Thursday, October 17, 2002
09:55 a.m.

I got asked out by the cute boy from Play Tryouts last week. *Bounces* It was so cool, he came over and we talked. We just talked about stuff. He's into a lot of stuff I am. Comics are cool. Then he went back to his dorm room. The whole time, he didn't try to make a move at me or anything. This is great. I want to take my time with this. I want to get to be good friends, and really know each other. I'm not asking for self-disclosure. I just want to hang with him, and get to know how he reacts to stuff, and how he sees the world. I'm so happy *^_^* I can't wait to find out what happens next.

Wednesday, October 16, 2002
11:52 a.m.

It's freeze-your-ass-off weather out here. Brrrr. I've decided when I get off work today, I'm going to go heat up the chicken noodle concoction in my cupboard. Yummy! I can't wait. Just two measly hours. Two *Holds up fingers* I can already taste it. ^_______^

Wednesday, October 16, 2002
10:59 a.m.

Why is when I think I did well, I fail and when I think I flunked, I did great? I don't get it. I really really don't. I ended up getting a very lower score on my paper. Lower than I've gotten in a while, I even do stuff I normally don't do. ::Sighs:: Mr. Murphy, you need to be shot.

Tuesday, October 15, 2002
09:36 p.m.

Tonight was good. My classes were cancelled. Two days in a row I stuffed myself. They had Cherry Jello though, I had to have some *^_^* The best part of dinner was that I ate with Narilos and Dustin and his friend Mike. Dustin and Mike both hit on us, in a good way. Mike's, "I love women like you. Women that are honest." ^___^ And Dustin's, "It would suck if I was single because you guys are both my type." Narilos and I just beamed at the end. What fun. I'm still being ignored by a friend, who insists she's not. Funny, how I can talk to her if I don't care if I hurt her feelings, but if I try to be careful around her, she freaks. Damn, I want some normal...ish friends. They can't be too normal, that would be bad.

Tuesday, October 15, 2002
12:58 p.m.

Nummy, Nummy, nummy. I just rememembered what's in my fridge at home. ^_^ I'm never coming out of my dorm room. My classes got canceled today, which is fantastic! This means that ^____^ I get to go home, put on some slippers and veggie out. I was going to go to homecoming, but I've had three cancelations MJade, D.C. Girl, and Narilos. ;_; I don't feel like going anyway.

Tuesday, October 15, 2002
11:14 a.m.

Clair shows up again in one of my Virgin White stories. Mistakes, yes I know I just wrote it.

Life always had its unexpected moments. Andy thought she was doomed to stay bleak and stale till she met Clair. Clair’s ultra sleek gothic style caught everyone’s eyes that first day of high school. She was independent even at that age as well as witty and talented. It was Andy’s surprise, when Clair asked if she could sit by her. Andy was overjoyed when Clair started talking to her, and after class Clair asked if she wanted to hang with her. Andy was more than shocked. Andy was, in contrast, a shy mouse like child just screaming of co-dependency. Still Clair had deemed to talk to her, and Andy listened.

Little by little they had become friends mostly through the dismal discussion of absolutely nothing, but every so often something important was discussed. Clair’s awesome mother instructed her daughter in all things to do with enlightenment and choice. Andy’s classic catholic background, complete with over bearing unrelenting parents, who weren’t at all happy with Andy’s new choice in friends. Clair had a love of music, and Andy had spent the greater part of her childhood in the horrendous piano lessons from hell. So she played for Clair, like she never played for anyone because Clair could understand and just know. Clair was an actress, and Andy loved to watch. They complimented each other so well.

When Andy’s heart was broken by a boy, Clair would say, “Who the fuck cares about him because one day you’ll be the star with a harem of a hundred men.” That just the way Clair would be.

After the silly plays of high school had finished, they’d shocked everyone with their choice in Colleges. Andy had chosen to go to a private Performance College in New York; Clair had chosen a business college in LA. Andy wasn’t the least bit surprise; Clair had the best grades in Math. However, her heart was torn with the distance that would now come between them. No late night trips to Denny’s with a cast party just let out. No Sundays in the park on raining afternoon.

Clair just said, “We’re still friends moron. Jeez, Andy stop thinking about the distance of the mind and start thinking about the one in of the heart. K?”

So they wrote and telephoned. Their email chatter was constant, and the voice streams still there. So, they couldn’t touch in the physical, but how their letter went. Andy was never the best writer, but with Clair in her thoughts to guide her, they were novels. They still talked about everything, anything, and nothing.

Then Andy met Marc. She’d never been like Clair, and extrovert to the extreme, and the guys never seemed to notice her as much. Marc did. Past the bleach blondes here thanks to daddy’s money, past the pretty red head with enough talent in her pinkie to overshadow the whole damn school, he looked past all that and found Andy. Slowly her world began to revolve around him. They did everything together. Andy found herself changing, not so much evolving, to fit around Marc’s eccentric nature. She spent less and less time trying to reach out to Clair, and they like all friends lost touch. Andy had Marc though. They moved in together and lived in a blissful sleep. Three years of self-renewal and finally they both woke up. For Andy it was hardest; she was never good at starting over and being independent.

When it seemed that she could no longer bear the cruel cold world, Clair emailed her. Andy felt like moron who didn’t deserved to be a friend. Clair waiting all that time hadn’t changed her email. All Andy had to do was write. She did out of kindness, for she knew Clair would want nothing to do with her. When she didn’t get a response, she felt the punishment for her crimes. Her blindly following Marc, and completely ignoring Clair had cost her something precious, her heart. However, Clair proved not to be a weak wafer sprit and had shone up in person the next day. Clair had flown all that way to be with Andy.

Clair had suggested a night of fun and excitement. They’d gone out for dinner at some cheesy diner all the while Clair boosted of its “environment”. Clair had long cigarette in her mouth when she gasped at the time and snapped at the waitress named Joan for their bill. The cigarette was still burning in her mouth when they’d taken the rushed cab to the play. Clair taken her to see some play about a woman forced to talk about losing her son to a foreign disease with a name she couldn’t pronounce. Afterward, standing in the rain soaked street Clair had kissed her. Not a subtle “I’ll be there.” but a kiss. It was Andy who reached around and brought Clair closer. It was the first time Andy didn’t feel trapped. That was the worse of it. She knew she’d never be able to touch her like this again. Andy found her soul mate, and she could never be with her.

When the kissed ended, Andy pulled apart and turned the other direction. She walked to her apartment in the rain. Clair understood not to follow. The rest of the night she was alone in her room. She sat at her desk talking on her instant messenger to her mother in Topeka about her brother’s fiancée. About how he was going to be a good father, and how Andy better start falling in line. Her mother had her all damn live planned ahead of her.

While trying not to think about the boring details of a middle class marriage, Andy twisted her fingers in the silver necklace chain. The little cross pendant balanced unevenly between her fingers. Her foot perched nearby the half eaten Chinese food was drying with pink nail polish while she was trying to forget for a moment who and where she was. Andy has just spent the best night of her life in someone’s arms. Someone great, someone perfect for her, someone who was her best friend, and someone who was also a girl. It was like a knife’s edge on an open wound, the sweet temptation that she could never indulge in. Hmm Clair would probably say, “C’est la via.”

Monday, October 14, 2002
09:25 p.m.

I went to Ren Fest!!!! It was so much fun. First, I ate some nuts, and then I had a bread bowl (Yum!), then a Turkey leg, and finally Kettle corn. I always love Kettle corn, it's not a thrill. The Turkey legs were overrated but good. The bread bowl was sooooo Gooood! I love them. Narilos is right, they're the best. The pirates of the Jolly Rogers were the best. We saw two shows, both the singing and the Moby Dick. Hypno Tights! ^_^ The fairies were fun. One of Narilos' friends was a fairy. He's wings were made of real feathers. We're both trying to figure out where he got the. Of course, he's a fairy so he'll never tell. I even got Fairy Dust. Lost the cork, but the nice guy at the place gave me three replacements, just in case ^^;; It's the small glass pitcher that hangs on my neck. I got pink dust which is for friendship and tenderness ^_^ It was the most expensive thing I bought. I bought another glass necklace, but it was in a trash bag and sometime between the Gypsies and 3 Pints Gone. I lost it. Well, it blew away, it was only in trash bag. Both Narilos and I are not people who are good at remembering. (She's lock herself out twice!) Anyway, that's okay this guy gave a us free necklaces, and we each bought one. I tiped him a dollar. (He was *cute*.) I got my stepmom a Christmas gift. We met up with Narilos's friend, and they had an improtu drum session at the drum shop. Narilos even got her autograph asked for! How cool is that. It was so much fun.


The above images are from the awesome Manga Ultra Maniac. Copyrights to Wataru Yoshizumi and Shueisha.
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