>Deadstar Assembly - Send Me An Angel

The day started out cool, I read my art book because I was bored, listened to Physical, talked to some people from the high school… Was going to go over to Heather’s, but I was in my combat boots and it would have hella-hurt to walk that far, especially with my two-ton sachel. I wore my combat boots, black Dickies shorts, my Cereal Killer shirt, heavy eyeliner/mascara, and smeared black lipstick. I went out to my special courtyard to read during the high school’s lunch, and saw Amber and Suzie. Suzie said that Christine wanted me to call her. After being lured into a conversation with Natasha later that day (puke), Richard’s mother talked to me a bit, they’re having a going-away party for Richard, and she wanted to invite me. I didn’t know what to say, other than that I don’t associate with pure hedonists, which would have been rude, so I kind of led her on that I’d attend. English was in a different room, which was weird. And nobody gave any reason for the new room…it was very surreal. I kind of BSed with Letko for a while, but it was good because I know almost exactly what I’m going to write for the final. Well anyway, after that was art. OMFG. My friend, I’ll just call her Newspaper chick, she is so cool, we were writing on scraps of paper to each other, it was great. The Art Nazi (our art teacher) is such a frickin’ lame-o! She will not listen to anyone else’s opinion. But yeah, making fun of her was great. OMG there is this lady that sits in front of me and Newspaper chick (oh yeah her name is Daniella), that is so frickin’ stupid. Daniella were sickened at the sheer and utter stupidity of the people in the class. It’s sad, but somewhat funny. Me, her, and this other girl who was really intelligent were talking after class about the fallacies of the Art Nazi’s philosophy (espeically her thing that American culture is infesting the rest of the world, which is goddamn ludicrous). I wish I could have stayed and debated, but my dad was waiting in the parking lot (I wanted to say car-park, I’ve been reading so much J.G. Ballard lately [he's English]). Oh by the way, I started Rushing Towards Paradise (I think that’s what it’s called). It is so amazingle good. I’ve rarely seen sharper social commentary. I can tell this is going to be ten times more exciting than Super-Cannes. And I can’t seem to find Empire Of The Sun, which was made into a movie that I haven’t seen. I love J.G. Ballard. Well, I should go, I’m tired and I want to go to bed.