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July 14, 1999 (Bastille Day)
Posted Jul 15, 1999
Hello, happy Bastille Day to everyone out there. Yay for France! I just got back from Paris today. I have been awake for a good twenty-five hours, and so am very tired. Then *PAM* two things hit me, one right after the other, and now I feel horrible. I have done things that a bout of amoebic dysentery would be ashamed of. And I may not attend the high school I wanted to next year. One, two, *smack smack* and now I feel like pond scum. So, I'm just going to slink off to a corner and quietly rid myself of my entrails in hopes that I will be able to get rid of the nasty sinking feeling in them.
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June 26, 1999
Posted Jun 27, 1999
I am tired, exhausted, pooped, etc. (I cannot go on because my thesaurus is packed.) I have spent the last two days manning a garage sale and packing, between which I practice violin like a madman. I also squeeze in emotional rollercoaster rides when Pat says he'll call, and then doesn't call and doesn't call. What a cliche that last is! But this is only the beginning of a long, arduous summer. Tomorrow we move, Monday we clean, Tuesday we begin a week-long stint at Mark's house presumably helping him pack and clean, and then off to Dad's, and then to France, and then to Dad's, then Mark's, then Las Vegas, then Dad's, then it's gonna be played by ear until September when our house will finally be built. Talk about relaxing. It's gonna be a hell of a ride, and I for one am about to piss in my pants.
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June 24, 1999
Posted Jun 25, 1999
We live in a godless world. I have proof. You see, I have been trying to seduce this friend of mine for several months, and he, while willing to have sex with me, insists that we have it at either my house or his. Things being what they are, we hadn't had a good chance for some time. So finally today, I was at home alone, my mom was gone for a good solid two hours, we weren't fighting, everything was good. So I called him and invited him over. He naturally agreed to come over. So I was really excited. I waited and waited. Finally, and hour and a half had gone by (he lives fifteen minutes away) and I decided to go online. There he was, online. Turns out he had no access to a car and hadn't realized this until after he hung up. Then he says he forgot my phone number and that *69 thing, so he couldn't call me back. Tell me, does that sound plausible? Anyway, I was and am angry, especially because I even put on my pretty panties for him. He says maybe I can come over tomorrow, there's a good chance his family will be gone all day, but I just don't trust the world anymore. And that's why there is no god.
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June 21, 1999
Posted Jun 21, 1999
I am having a bad week, I just know it, even though it's only Monday. Yesterday was bad. I had to get up early and go to a baseball game. I wore a revealing shirt in my idiocy. I was getting checked out by nasty old dads because it was Father's Day and all of the fathers in Denver had gone to see the Rockies. The truck we were driving didn't have air conditioning. I was sweating all the way up to Denver and all the way back. I got sunburned. I had to lug around the computer desk because we are moving and putting stuff in storage. I never knew how heavy the damn thing is and I'm never going to lift it again, I swear. Today started out with my mother coming in my room and insisting that I help her remove my blinds for cleaning. I refused, and she got them herself, cursing me roundly in the process. I fell back asleep, woke up three hours later when no one was home. I got up and tried to sneak past the now naked window because I was in the same state and years of movies depicting young men with binoculars have left me frightfully paranoid. I had to mow the lawn today, which sucks ass. And I've been packing like a mofo, because we're moving Sunday and I have done only minimal preparation. I also have been playing Mario Party a lot, but that's a good thing. Anyway, my thoughts are becoming more incoherent and so I will go before this entry becomes even stupider.
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June 17, 1999: update
Posted Jun 18, 1999
I went to the mall again today. I think I'm going to get Suburbia Overload. The doctor will prescribe a strict regimen of downtown window shopping and no more cookie-cutter houses. I can't wait! Anyway, I tried on strapless bras today for the dress I'm wearing in my mom's wedding. I hate strapless bras. They squish. They're also hard to put on and take off. Overall, they're just a pain in the tits. I also bought some earrings and a necklace and a pair of shoes. So now I'm set. I looked at sunglasses and found a wicked pair that I really want. They're bright blue with dark lenses, giant round things. Each circle is about two and half or three inches in diameter. They're just like a pair my grandmother has, except hers are tortoiseshell. They make my mouth look very pouty. Maybe I'll get them, I don't know. I wish my friend Meg were back from camp. She has great taste. I know she'd tell me what to do. I also want to wrap fringe around the bottom half of my jeans, and I need her opinion. ::sigh:: It's a hard life, being a fashion adventurer.
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