Woke up late.

Jordan went up to Nathan and talked to him about SHIT SHE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO FUCKING LITTLE BITCH.

My car broke.


My mom's gonna have to cut down on her hours cause her boss can't afford to pay her much more.

My dad might go to jail.

Stephen told me he's really depressed.


Nathan texted me.










Good news though, Mark and I are still chatting quite a bit.













-sigh-

But bad news, Mark lives seven hours forty-five minutes away.





I found a new band. Or Mark told me to look them up and I did and I like them. Cloud Cult. Go Go Go!

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Ummm. Yeah. basically. I'm so tired. Because I just had the best weekend ever.


Jon, if you're not jealous and regretting your refusal to go, you really really really should be.




I PROMISE, that this will become a real in-depth coverage of the weekend. I PROMISE.


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I suppose I'm rested up enough. After this I need to go unpack. -sigh- I love packing, but I hate unpacking...

So, highlights (these are kind of out of order):

1) Driving through Brownwood and not feeling the need to text Ryan something dramatic.
2) Being at the front for every single band we saw.
3) Seeing so many bands.
4) Meeting Mark.
5) Being the food providers at Tegan and Sara.
6) Getting a great tan.
7) Getting my Halloween costume and a new bag and a fanny pack at American Apparel today.
8) Getting five new shirts.
9) SEEING PRESTON! (this one is only CAPSed because I really missed him and had been looking forward to seeing him for a long time. It's not like better than the rest, which is obvious, because I forgot it until the very end)

Bands we saw:

Jakob Dylan, Gogol Bordello, The Swell Season, Langhorn Slim, Jose Gonzalez, Man Man, Spiritualized, Iron and Wine, The Kills, Stars, Okkervil River, and Tegan and Sara.

So basically, my main two favorite parts of the weekend were Gogol Bordello and meeting Mark.

We were very front row for Gogol Bordello and they had such amazing stage presence. I could have gone deaf right after that show (which I thought was going to happen) and been just fine with it. At that moment, my life was complete. OH. And! We got to touch one of them and I caught a water bottle the Accordian player threw! Yeah!

Mmm. And then meeting Mark. Mark. :]
I met Mark at Stars. Right after the Kills, Amy went to refill her water bottles and left the stuff with me, and the stage got rushed. I had to work really hard to keep enough room for both of us, and while she was gone, I met Mark.
Mark was really excited for Stars. They're his favorite band ever. He was just talking to everybody, and we met at the very begining of the break between the Kills and Stars. I guess I looked kind of alone, because he introduced himself and we talked, and when Amy got back he helped her find me and helped her get through to us. And when I asked if he was staying for Tegan and Sara, he said he didn't know them, but he'd love to.



I don't know. I was all super set to write all about him and his amazingness and how much fun we had and how I like him and blablablabla. But it's like. Wow. I feel like I'm back in seventh grade, when I used to do that all the time. Except I can't anymore. It takes way too much effort. Lol. So maybe I'll just keep you updated on the whole Mark thing? Yeah, yeah.



Mmm. Pictures later. When I get the film developed. Which (hopefully) should be ASAP.















OH. I DON'T REMEMBER IF I TOLD YOU OR NOT! I QUIT MY JOB! HURRAH!

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Such a busy week ahead of me. Every time I think about it, my insides start to melt away.

Mmm. Work today 3-7. I have to use the change from my change jar for break. :[
Afterwards I'm going to Bayless's to finish our Eco. project, and think about our infomercial.
Then, I'm going to SB's to show Nat my photos, so he can choose which ones he wants to put on the walls for next month!!! That's right. I'm having a First-Friday Art Show! Which means I'll be skipping homecoming, but I'm doing that anyway. Nobody's gonna ask me, and we're playing one of the best teams in the district. We're one of the worst. And I've got an art show!

Tomorrow I have an economics test first period, and probably something due in chemistry that I forgot about. Crap. Then Katharine and I are skipping Astronomy and going to Barnes and Noble! So I'll make my French project there, maybe. If not, I'll be like, "Madame Belsan. I'm dying here," and she'll let me off. Then I'm working 6-midnight, even though I told them NO MORE THAN FOUR HOUR SHIFTS. My mom's threatening to call them, but I'm talking to Hillary about it today, because Ciara said she's the one who will do the most about it.

Tuesday I have an Aca Deca meet that I'm not prepared for in the least. Ickkk.

Wednesday our Economics project and infomercial is due. Our project is so hardcore. Lolz. In Astronomy we're presenting our constellation projects. Heh. Laaame. THEN I'M GOING HOME TO PACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THEN I'M LEAVING BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR ACL!
YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I guess I'll be staying the night at Amy's Wednesday. I hadn't even thought about that. Lolz.



Things I need to get for ACL:
-Batteries
-Film
-A New Toothbrush
-Money. I can't forget to go get this during lunch Wednesday!

I need to go shower. Ugh. I have sooo much to do.

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So I'm going to use it writing a blog!

Aren't I super? Lolz.

I wrote a paper for English yesterday and we got them back today. I got an 88, which isn't bad for the first paper I've written since my speech. If you'd like to read it you can probably skip down to wear I'll bold the title. This blog is probably going to be rambly and random, since I haven't had the chance to write much lately.


I called in sick today, but went and got my paycheck when I got my perscriptions. I worked 28 hours last week. That is way way way too many hours for me to work when I'm also in school.

Pathetically, I spent almost all my paycheck on a new pair of shoes.

Ironically, those shoes are for work.

They're high-top Nikes, and I got in-soles. They're soo comfy. I got the very last pair. Not just the last pair in my size. Like, the display pair.






Parker is confusing me. He stopped talking to me again. And then I texted him tonight to see if he would go to ACL with us, but I just said, "Will you talk to me?"

A couple minutes later he actually called me. I hate when people do that. It's like, well, I really only wanted to ask you something...

Anyway, here's how the conversation went:


Me: Hey, what's up?
Parker: Hey, I just got that text, did you needa tell me something?
(I could hear a lot of noise in the background)
Me: Oh, well, uh, I really just wanted to talk.
Parker: Oh, what're you doing?
Me: Just sitting at home, what are you doing?
Parker: I'm really drunk!

Ick. The rest of the conversation isn't that important. And it's not that I care that he was drunk, just that it's the only time he's talked to me since Monday. Like, I wonder if maybe he was drunk when he called me last Friday? I don't get it. He acts like he likes me so much, but then he doesn't talk to me. Where does he get off telling me that I'm his "favorite person ever" and kissing me and hugging me and drawing pictures of me for his art class when the theme is 'what is Beauty?' and then turning around and ignoring all my texts?


HE'S SUCH A GIRL.


Ugh.





In health yesterday we talked about mental dissorders. (That was only yesterday?) A girl who sits behind me said that her mom had bi-polar when we started talking about that disease. I shared too. I think I just bumped my teacher's pet status up a few more notches. Ick. Teacher's pet in anything but English is WEIRD. Especially when the teacher is a creepy coach who saw me when I was working at Market Street and said "hey you." Hey you is a term used by cute couples or people who miss eachother. Not teachers to students! ICK.






I have tickets to ACL for sale. PLZBUY! I need the spending money!!!

MY CHEST HURTS. AND MY STOMACH. SHIT. OUCH. OUCH. OUCH.


K, English paper. The prompt was something along the lines of "should the past be forgotten or remembered?"

Remember-Me-Not

"Forgive and forget" is a common term, known to most of the English speaking community. With the knowledge of this phrase comes the knowledge of another: "forgive, but never forget." Sure the practices are a matter of choice, but only one truly works. To let go of something we must forget what we are letting go of.*

Holding a grudge is easy when we remember the wrongdoings a person has committed. With memories residing at the very fronts of our minds, they are always ready to be relived. All it takes is a word, a color, an object, a feeling to trigger the spark of anger. But when we choose to leave the past in the past and all but literally forget it, as Rachel Shilskey does to become Ruth Mcbride Jordan, we can "forgive the most dreadful sin[s]," (217) and in turn chhoose to, if not forgive, leave those by whom the sins were commited behind. If we cannot forget and forgive, forgetting must be our form of forgiving.**

When we are too caught up in our memories to live in the moment, we are remembering too much. Some people go to great leangths "spen[ding] many hours in meditation... to" (Davidson) obtain a way of living in the moment, but there is really a much less time consuming and much more effective way of going about it. All they really need to do is forget the moment prior to the one they are trying to live in. It's a simple feat to take a deep breath and forget why we are angry, or at least decide to ignore it. Outstandingly, many once-harsh, commanding, and unhappy Alzheimer's patients have learned to enjoy life's simpler pleasures, merely because they can't remember why they would ever need to be harsh, commanding, and unhappy. If the rest of us could only learn to do this same thing, withough, of course, the loss of direction and train of thought, the would would be a much happier place.***

While I am in no way suggesting that we all should aquire Alzheimer's, forget how to read, or ignore the life lessons some memories teach us, I do think letting go of the past and forgetting trivial grievences could do us all some good. Think about it: World Peace could be just around the corner, if we could all only forget how to get there.****

*Mrs. W wrote: "Hm... interesting idea," next to this.
**Mrs. W wrote: "Excellent point" next to this!
***Mrs. W wrote: "Good integration of ideas" in the margin next to this paragraph, but I don't know what she's talking about...
****Mrs. W wrote: "=) Nice closer" after this paragraph! YESSS.
Then at the bottom she wrote: "-Overall, well done. -Ideally, I would like to see further development. -88"

Sweet action, yeah? I'd love if you guys would give me some critiques. I want my writing to be absolutely outstanding, ASAP.

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Oh man. What a smutty literate guy.







Last night after I got off work I went to see Parker instead of going home.

-sigh-


The story's only cool in person. But it was totally like a movie. Like, I got out of my car and started walking towards him, and I'd been hyper all night and running around and dancing and stuff, and I just felt like I should run towards him, so I did, and we met under a street light, and he did the whole pick me up spinny turn thing.

Which was cute.



He's so unreliable though...

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(which would be even funnier if you knew these guys)


Last night at about 1:30 Nathan called and told me that he and Steven were heading over to my house. So they got here and, though I was super nervous about getting caught, I let them in and we chilled in my room.

"What do I say if my mom comes in?" I asked them.

"Just tell her we're gay together," Steven said.

A few minutes later Nathan looked at my closet and decided we should play dress up with my clothes. I would not be the only one dressing up. Nathan was wearing a pink and grey shirt of mine with an umpire waist line that flairs out at the bottem when my mom knocked on the door. I was wearing my 8th Grade Banquet Dress. Steven was wearing his own shirt, but it was half-way unbottoned. I opened the door, and my mom was just wearing a big t-shirt.

"Oh... Hi... Sorry, I'm not fully clothed," my mom said after I introduced them.

"Don't worry, neither are we," Steven said calmly.

"Yeah, they're wearing my clothes, heh," I said to my mom, before I leaned forward and whispered, "they're gay."

She was cool with it, and we continued to hang out in my room. After they left my mother came in and told me that she thought that they were a cute couple.



Pahaha. Silly. They're not gay.

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