Dear Top Secret Diary,
Mary got a nose bleed today. I saw it before she did and I tried to say 'you're bleeding' but it just came out as 'uhhhh ohhh nooo' because before I could say it she went to rub the bloody part of the tissue on her eye. Luckily other people were faster and not as freaked out as me (we maybe a little freaked out because) she was urgently told by several people what was about to happen. I almost fainted. Blood really freaks me out in a special way. It makes my stomach turn and even as I'm sitting here now, several hours later, my stomach is still not right side up.
Another thing is when I got home I decided to watch a little TV and Friday the 13th was on. The info simply described it as 'Friday the 13th' but it was made in 2009. I dont know what it was supposed to be but it took place at Camp Crystal Lake or whatever but it was abandoned and there were just dead bodies in canoes and Jason's lair under the camp. Anyway there was lots of weed smoking and boobies.
Have a nice day!
Eileen
11.09.2010
11.08.2010
Its soooo windy....
How windy is it? So windy, I smiled and my teeth dried up and my lips got stuck in a smile all night long. I was unintentionally super friendly and fun. I was fun and not socially awkward. This was like a fun party time until I could get my paws on some extra strength Vaseline. My smile got loose and so, I had a slippery smile for a few minutes. Like one of those baby beauty pageant girlie boos. I want a flipper. Everyone should just get one. Or I should just get one so my fancy smile would be the best in the room. Hold on, I need to drink some Alki-seltzer.... Thai chicken. brb
back.
I swallowed a piece of the raw tablet that was not all the way fizzed. It was kinda fun but now my burps are salty.
bye from Christopher over there in Convention Hall in Asbury Park on Halloween!
back.
I swallowed a piece of the raw tablet that was not all the way fizzed. It was kinda fun but now my burps are salty.
bye from Christopher over there in Convention Hall in Asbury Park on Halloween!
10.28.2010
9.22.2010
Hallelujah
I'm sitting on a jetty on the Atlantic Ocean with Leonard Cohen. Well, he's sitting. I'm being fidgety as usual. Sitting down, standing up, twirling wet slimy sea weed in my fingers. He is deconstructing "Hallelujah" for me even though I didn't ask him too.
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Yes, I'm confused as you are. Those are just the lyrics. But hes telling me them in the matter of fact way that he does. I felt I had to listen carefully to what he was saying.
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
Of course I asked him what it was all about as I tend to do. He told me to just sit still and be quiet and listen to the ocean. So I did and then it came. It was Ryan Seacrest who might also be made of pure gold. As Leonard is. I told them about how, in my veins, asphalt flows. And my organs are made of tar and white dotted lines. My tongue is an expansion bridge and my eyes are orange cones. They understood. They felt sorry for me. Which is not what I wanted.
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Yes, I'm confused as you are. Those are just the lyrics. But hes telling me them in the matter of fact way that he does. I felt I had to listen carefully to what he was saying.
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
Of course I asked him what it was all about as I tend to do. He told me to just sit still and be quiet and listen to the ocean. So I did and then it came. It was Ryan Seacrest who might also be made of pure gold. As Leonard is. I told them about how, in my veins, asphalt flows. And my organs are made of tar and white dotted lines. My tongue is an expansion bridge and my eyes are orange cones. They understood. They felt sorry for me. Which is not what I wanted.
to follow that up
After the game had gotten old and us kids started getting restless in out chairs, the teacher decided it was time for a new game.
Early June was a rough time. Too hot to teach to hot to learn. There were only four TVs and VCRs for the whole school. All of them were signed out of the library for the rest of the day. The teacher needed to fill the hour until lunch. She would deal with the afternoon as it came.
"OK everyone get up on your desks"
Oh man. Silent Ball. I was never very good at Silent Ball. I mean, I can catch real good and throw hard and accurate, but I was never any good at being silent or sitting still for a very long time. If you made any noise or your feet touched the ground you were out.
The game started out as expected. The girls tossed the ball nicely and gently to each other, avoiding the boys who were too rough. Finally Sara, who was 6th grade slutty with thee boys passed the ball to Keith because he was the tallest and the coolest. Keith, who's brother played football in high school and was teaching Keith how to play football too, whipped the ball at another boy. That's when the game started to take off. People started to be out.
In Silent Ball either you catch the ball or you don't. If you catch the ball you get to throw it at someone else. If the ball hits you and you don't catch it, you are out. If you throw the ball and it hits no one you are out. Kinda like Dodge Ball except you sit on desks and you cant speak. So nothing like Dodge Ball, really. Basically a game that allows the teacher read her magazine in peace.
More and more people started to get out. I caught the ball a few times. Got a few people out. Mostly girls. But mostly, I've just laid pretty low and sat there and thought about things. Like how I'm afraid of report cards. How, in a week or so, I will get my last report card for the 6th grade and its not going to be good. I don't do homework. I don't know why. I just don't.
Here comes the ball again. I catch it. I throw it at whatever-his-name-is across the room. He catches it. I finally realize, its down to me and two boys. Suddenly I have to win.
The ball comes at me hard but I catch it. Like I said, I'm good at catching. I try for whats-his-name again. I throw it hard. It bounces off his fingers. He's out. OK, I get the ball again. I throw it hard at tall, cool, Keith. He catches it, throws it back at me, cause I'm the girl. Its a tricky one, fast and at my face but I totally catch it. Then, I wind up and throw it as hard as I can at tall, cool Keith. The ball goes flying directly at his face. He jerks his head out of the way at the last second. My throw hits no one.
"DAMN IT!"
"EILEEN!" the teacher says.
"Sorry."
"That's warning number two."
"OK."
Early June was a rough time. Too hot to teach to hot to learn. There were only four TVs and VCRs for the whole school. All of them were signed out of the library for the rest of the day. The teacher needed to fill the hour until lunch. She would deal with the afternoon as it came.
"OK everyone get up on your desks"
Oh man. Silent Ball. I was never very good at Silent Ball. I mean, I can catch real good and throw hard and accurate, but I was never any good at being silent or sitting still for a very long time. If you made any noise or your feet touched the ground you were out.
The game started out as expected. The girls tossed the ball nicely and gently to each other, avoiding the boys who were too rough. Finally Sara, who was 6th grade slutty with thee boys passed the ball to Keith because he was the tallest and the coolest. Keith, who's brother played football in high school and was teaching Keith how to play football too, whipped the ball at another boy. That's when the game started to take off. People started to be out.
In Silent Ball either you catch the ball or you don't. If you catch the ball you get to throw it at someone else. If the ball hits you and you don't catch it, you are out. If you throw the ball and it hits no one you are out. Kinda like Dodge Ball except you sit on desks and you cant speak. So nothing like Dodge Ball, really. Basically a game that allows the teacher read her magazine in peace.
More and more people started to get out. I caught the ball a few times. Got a few people out. Mostly girls. But mostly, I've just laid pretty low and sat there and thought about things. Like how I'm afraid of report cards. How, in a week or so, I will get my last report card for the 6th grade and its not going to be good. I don't do homework. I don't know why. I just don't.
Here comes the ball again. I catch it. I throw it at whatever-his-name-is across the room. He catches it. I finally realize, its down to me and two boys. Suddenly I have to win.
The ball comes at me hard but I catch it. Like I said, I'm good at catching. I try for whats-his-name again. I throw it hard. It bounces off his fingers. He's out. OK, I get the ball again. I throw it hard at tall, cool, Keith. He catches it, throws it back at me, cause I'm the girl. Its a tricky one, fast and at my face but I totally catch it. Then, I wind up and throw it as hard as I can at tall, cool Keith. The ball goes flying directly at his face. He jerks his head out of the way at the last second. My throw hits no one.
"DAMN IT!"
"EILEEN!" the teacher says.
"Sorry."
"That's warning number two."
"OK."
So anyway, heres a story I wrote when I still wrote stories
n My face is smashed into my left folded arm. My skin smells like salt and the condensation from my breath is forming a puddle on the fiberglass desk. I have my right arm stretched out and my thumb in the upright position. The classroom is quiet. I cahear footsteps around me. I feel a presence. Then…yes! A sweaty hand pushes my thumb down. I leave it down. I keep my eyes closed. I'm not gonna cheat and check out sneakers. OK yes I am. Nike Pumps. It's a boy. Oh man a boy picked me? What? OK.
The teacher announces 'heads up'. I pick my head up and open my eyes. I have to blink a few times so my eyes can adjust to the sunlight from the windows. I stand up. I was picked. I look at the seven up front by the blackboard. Five boys and two girls. All five of the boys are wearing the same Nike Pumps. Now I have to go on the sweaty factor. Lets see, all the boys look sweaty. It is June after all and there is no air conditioning in this school. The teacher has the lights off to give the illusion that its cooler then it is. I think its smelly rob. That's what I say. Rob. It was him. He sits down and I go up to the front of the class by the blackboard. I lick my finger and draw an EK in the chalk dust on the blackboard, like I always do when I'm close enough to it. The teacher knows I do this. She doesn't seem to mind. I like being near the blackboard. Blackboards are neat.
The teacher announces 'heads down, thumbs up'. I blow lightly on my hand to make sure it is not sweaty. I'm smart so I walk around to the back of the classroom, take my time. I'm going to sneak up behind someone so they cant identify my purple Keds. I decide to pick the hottie Keith who sits in the back a.) because he is tall and b.)because he is cool. I take my index finger and poke at his thumb. Then I walk away behind him and around the classroom. The teacher rolls her eyes at me because I am always the last one done, with everything. I smile at her when I get back to the front and mouth the word 'done' to her.
The teacher says 'OK heads up'. Some of the kids say 'finally' and look at me in an irritated way. I just smile. Keith goes first. 'Eileen duh cause it took so long'. 'DAMN IT!' I said a little to seriously and marched angrily back to my desk.
The teacher says 'EILEEN!'
'Sorry.'
'You got a warning.' She says.
'OK'.
The teacher announces 'heads up'. I pick my head up and open my eyes. I have to blink a few times so my eyes can adjust to the sunlight from the windows. I stand up. I was picked. I look at the seven up front by the blackboard. Five boys and two girls. All five of the boys are wearing the same Nike Pumps. Now I have to go on the sweaty factor. Lets see, all the boys look sweaty. It is June after all and there is no air conditioning in this school. The teacher has the lights off to give the illusion that its cooler then it is. I think its smelly rob. That's what I say. Rob. It was him. He sits down and I go up to the front of the class by the blackboard. I lick my finger and draw an EK in the chalk dust on the blackboard, like I always do when I'm close enough to it. The teacher knows I do this. She doesn't seem to mind. I like being near the blackboard. Blackboards are neat.
The teacher announces 'heads down, thumbs up'. I blow lightly on my hand to make sure it is not sweaty. I'm smart so I walk around to the back of the classroom, take my time. I'm going to sneak up behind someone so they cant identify my purple Keds. I decide to pick the hottie Keith who sits in the back a.) because he is tall and b.)because he is cool. I take my index finger and poke at his thumb. Then I walk away behind him and around the classroom. The teacher rolls her eyes at me because I am always the last one done, with everything. I smile at her when I get back to the front and mouth the word 'done' to her.
The teacher says 'OK heads up'. Some of the kids say 'finally' and look at me in an irritated way. I just smile. Keith goes first. 'Eileen duh cause it took so long'. 'DAMN IT!' I said a little to seriously and marched angrily back to my desk.
The teacher says 'EILEEN!'
'Sorry.'
'You got a warning.' She says.
'OK'.
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