having to explain things.


like, lhs won the spurs this weekend, and that is a BIG DEAL. but to tell you that, i have to tell you that lhs is the highschool i go to, and we have this rivalry with one of the other highschools in our town. our school is an academic school, and not very good at athletics. monterey, the other highschool, is a sports school. they win the spurs [yes, a real pair of spurs that is sort of like a trophy and get's passed back and forth, depending on who wins the spurs football game] every year. we haven't won the spurs since 1999.

and we won them friday. it was amazing.


okay, so maybe that wasn't so hard. but i want to put that in my journal, too. and i hold my pencil wrong, so writing takes me forever and hurts my hand like no other. it's very aggravating, i must say.


this weekend at our halloween party i met a boy. his name is matt and he held my hand. and we're hanging out on halloween and on friday. and things are good with that.

but also there's a boy that i've liked for the whole two or so months we've been in school, and he's just starting to act like he likes me back. his name is preston.



i want to put that in my journal, too, but i have a thing about not using names in my journal. i don't really know why. but it makes it less 6th grade diary and more this is how i feel. and when i'm talking about multiple people, it's hard to distinguish who's who unless i write in the second person. and i do that some, but only when i'm writing about ryan, because he was the first person i wrote about in my journal, because i bought it when i was with him, and so it would get really confusing if i 'spoke' to more than one person.


i wanted to go to sugar browns tonight to do my homework, but my parents wouldn't let me.
i busted my lip twice in the same place this week. first i had my golf club in my hand and i was putting on my bag, and i bounced a bit to settle it on my back, and my hand went up with the golf club and i hit myself in the mouth. then, at spurs, after we won, everyone was flailing their arms and bayless punched me in the mouth.
i left my makeup at amy's house, so i won't wear any tomorrow.

that's normal stuff i blog about, but i wouldn't write it in my journal.


the end?

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hotass.
baby.
lover.
dear.
hottie.

i use them all excessively. and i quite enjoy it.



in golf today we got these killer black fleece pull-overs. we get to keep them for forever. and they didn't even cost us anything.

and they're so warm!!!



but stinking golf has screwed me over.

you see, i bought a political t-shirt from preston to wear on tuesday in responce to the horrific treatment of our english department.


BUT I HAVE A FREAKING GOLF TOURNY ON TUESDAY. so i don't get to wear my shirt.

and i won't get to wear it to school ever again because it says bastards on it. in fake latin. so everyone was going to wear them tuesday and be like 'DON'T LET THE BASTARDS GET YOU DOWN!' [except in fake latin] and make a big statement.

only i'll be wearing a sick-nasty yellow polo and playing 18 holes instead of going to golf.

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i don't think people like me very much. i know that sounds really pathetic and attention-seeking. but. i really don't.



i mean. i know there are people that do like me. i have some friends that i know are my friends.


then i have my friends that i think are my friends but that i can't ever be sure about.




i wish they would just walk out of my life for good.

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so humor me?




that would be a really great emo wordplay if i could figure it out.


but anyways, they really do. this time last year i would have been whining incessently if something like this happened. but now i'm just amused.

i mean. i hate it. but at the same time. it's hillarious.

and fun.



flirting with five guys at a time is FUN.

not to mention the kids i flirt with that don't like me back. like nathan. here's a typical nathan-hannah conversation:

hannah gives nathan a hug. "hey baby."
nathan. "hey hottie."
hannah. "let's make out."
nathan. "alright, where?"
hannah. "right here."
nathan. "in public?"
hannah. "yes please."
nathan. "alright, let's go."

we don't ever make out, but he usually makes me feel his chest or his legs. errrrrrr.



that's all. :]

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Rockudramedy (5:27:44 PM):
my name is hannah, i am swell / i like to eat at taco bell
i'm so whiny, i like to complain / one time i kissed a dude named shane
i don't have a scortum, and that's okay with me / but i want to get into sex therapy





yesssssssssss.

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the night goes as follows:

hannah goes to tinseltown 45 minutes early, buys she and jordans tickets, and waits for jordan.
hannah and jordan go to united to buy food and drink.
amy comes to united.
we buy stuff.
we go into the theater.
it is mostly lhs people, though i can't tell who all at first.
douglas throws popcorn at hannah.
hannah realizes she is sitting next to katherine.
hannah hears shane yell at someone.
hannah watches the GREATEST MOVIE OF ALL TIME.
that would be across the universe.
hannah stands up when across the universe is over, and looks for shane.
hannah sees shane and yells 'SHANE FARLEY!' and waves at him.
shane runs down the stairs to hannah.
hannah runs up the stairs to shane.
we collide.
hannah's cake flys out of her hands and directly into haleys.
yes, hannah did buy a cake at united.
anyhow, shane and hannah hug.
shane says: hannah, i didn't know you were here! i would have said hi to you!
shane and hannah walk up the stairs so they can get to the exit.
shane says: what, you're leaving?
hannah says: yeah, i have a party to go to. but let's get lunch on monday!
shane and hannah are still hugging.
shane looks down at hannah and says: lunch on monday? okay.
hannah says: yeah. good.
then they both lean in and kiss.
like it's the most natural thing in the world.





thennnnnnnnn at the party everyone is running around outside and hannah sees a falling star.
how could that not be a sign?

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