Just wanted myself to remember the day I walked to the beauty supply, the dude had that trial, there was that really long spider web…it was fun.

>Nirvana - Lithium
>Rammstein - Ich Will

Okay, this is version 2.0 of the entry I tried to type yesterday, but it got erased. GRR. But here it is.

Today was a great day, a greater than great day, although I didn’t quite know it when I got to school. I could NOT find my red fishnets, and I had structured this whole outfit around them, it made me mad. (I found them the next day, they were in my drawer) Everything was normal until break, the dude with the Navy shirt that tricked out my lighter was there, he liked my blue and purple trippy bouncy ball, I let him have it because I left it in the smoke box and forgot it. He was bouncing it really high, higher than the trees, it was great. He’s so cool. Then everybody left the smoke box except for Casey and me, and we sung this song about everything that was happening around us for like an hour to Nirvana’s “Lithium.” We came up with some really great lyrics, but we didn’t write them down. After that, I was singing everything I said to “Lithium.” Then there was the Drift meeting, we really didn’t get much accomplished, then an ambulance pulled up in front of the High School and we went over to figure out what was going on, then we kind of melted back into the Drift office, we were talking about breast implants and halloween costumes for some reason. I love random conversations. Then I had English with Hypocritical Morass, he was actually helpful in my essay-writing process, he gave me a few tips on organization and stuff. At least he tried. I think he heard me call him a pretentious asshole, although I really don’t care. This chick and I were both talking about how he’ll meticulously correct what we say/write, but when he makes a similar mistake, in his mind he’s infallible. (I was all: “he’s such a pretentious asshole,” and then he walked in. It made me happy, my conversation with her. I decided to write my essay on KidTown, not wanting to be murdered in the wilds behind Safeway, I’m going there with Danielle and her younger brother Chris tomorrow. They live right by the college, and after thinking about the whole thing with her and America I decided that whatever Danielle did, I would have to put up with her anyway, and she is NOT a good person to have as an enemy. We get along 95% of the time anyway, and that’s all that matters–I guess. I wish I could take a class on sociology, the nature of friendships and relationships intrigues me. Well anyway, it was a ‘no art day’, Daniela and I a few weeks ago decided what art classes we were going to and which we weren’t going to, me and Daniela started talking over by the trees visible from the Drift office. Actually, I was walking over to the office from the smoke box when my friend Stephanie (not evil Stephanie) poked me with this PVC pipe sword thing that her and this dude had been fighting with. The dude handed me a sword, and we fought, it was the funniest thing ever because we both stabbed each other at the same time. Edward was walking by, and asked to take pictures of us for an article he might be writing, so Stephanie and I had to stop laughing and pretend we were really trying to hit each other. He got a few pictures, I handed the sword to Stephanie, and I asked Edward if he’d seen Daniela, he said she was in the Drift office. At about that moment, Daniela came out and we rendezvoused (sp?) at the tree thing. I wanted to go into art, because I wanted all the imbeciles in that class to see my “Help! I’m lost in a crowd of stupid people” shirt, but she talked me out of it in about two seconds. Daniela, Edward and I talked for a while, about Nazi Germany (our “safe” subject) to sex, it was a highly amusing conversation. Daniela wanted to play “never have I ever,” the version with a shot for each thing you’ve done, so we ended up piling into Edward’s car and voyaging to Y Liquors to get vodka and sodas to hide it in. It was a hideously funny game. My favorite quote: Me and Daniela: ‘what do you mean by “orgy”…like how many people?’ It was great. I had to go home though, I wasn’t really buzzed or anything though, I go through weird mood swings all the time, if I really was buzzed I doubt my dad would have noticed. On the way home I randomly mentioned the journalism conference in San Fransisco and he sounded all positive so I was all “yay, I can go” but on the inside of course. We had dinner and I talked to Kelly online for a bit. Taggart wanted the Manson ticket back! He’s such a poser/loser. Kelly says he was the first person to get out of the mosh pit at Ozzfest. Can you say: pussy? Anyway, I guess that was it.