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| Saturday, February 24th, 2007 | | 11:21 am |
it's brreakk time!! let's plan and execute something! Are you going anywheeere? i'll cawwwl you. yupper-doos. | | Wednesday, November 15th, 2006 | | 9:20 pm |
R: 1. Ravioli 2. Rostropovich 3. Renaissance culture 4. Real ____(fill blank)____ this is what i've got so far.. this is actually quite hard. nice haircut. or rather "hairs" we should plan somehting for thanksgiving, ja? ja? here's the rest: 5. resting 6. recalling _____fill blank____ 7. relaxing 8. "R" words. like reconstitute, recoil, rebuff, etcetera 9. reliving certain events yeup yeup. i dont know if you'll get this in time, (i'll call you just in case! ^_-) but the concert's at 7 pm. huron. come whenver. it'll prolee end around 9ish | | Monday, November 6th, 2006 | | 8:43 am |
hey scout, i am planning on going to stop by 826 to grab a volunteer form and maybe stay and check out the place. and i wanted to ask if you'd like to come, you barnaby, anna, etcetera. just a thought. i'll call yeh'. okay, hope yer having a blast with the extra day off. truly yers chief ^_^ Current Mood:  "hehe" | | Thursday, October 19th, 2006 | | 7:56 am |
i dont kno how to post pictures on this. so i posted it on xanga :) Agape-lovin' yeh, Chief  | | Tuesday, October 17th, 2006 | | 9:55 am |
Dearest Scout, hey, i would call you, but my dad's been using the phone for the past hour. he's still on it. i'll call you when he's done. i just hope youre not sleeping. if you are, please pardon me. i dont think i can do much. i actually doubt it. but um. gahh. i'll call you :) so please pick up. agape-loving you x infinity, chief i love you. i really do. *gives scout the most love-outpouring hug in the course of human history and before and beyond* | | Monday, October 16th, 2006 | | 7:53 am |
i sincerely hope i do not irk you in any sort of manner. but alas, if i do, please tell me. lovexinfinity, chief | | Friday, October 13th, 2006 | | 6:24 am |
Howdy-do scout? man, i was going to ask you to come with me for a stroll in the park on saturday. i've been waiting for the leaves to change fully, and ask you when they're ripe, but i dont think that's going to happen this year. i'm trying to keep up with the weather. i wanted to take you last saturday, cuz it was utterly beautiful, but i had a meet that day. but if i dont ask you now, sooner or later, all the leaves will be gone, and yet i dont want to take you when its dark and forboding outside. it would ruin the cool-special effect. it snowed today, but it turned out really nice after everything cleared up. the sky seems a tad bit cleaner, the air crisper. anyhow, what says you? saturdee? THIS saturday? I wish you golden health, but know you'll prolee only achieve mediocre at best :) still, i wish you the best all the same! agape-loving you, chief | | Saturday, October 7th, 2006 | | 4:27 am |
Dearest Scout, here i am , again, lol..scraping my head off, trying desperately to think of ways to make you smile. I'm running out of ideas. but the love for you that moves me to act, is far from dwindling. i'm trying, really, i am. can you tell? man! i wish i could ... i dunno.. SHOW you how much i love you. or like, let you know. y'kno? .sometimes i love you and think about you so hard and constantly it hurts. and it's sometimes frustrating as well. does this sound sappy and cheesy? if it does, it's becuz i mean Every. single. word of it. i just hope the mushy sound of it doesn't alter the sincerity when reading it. Love(x)a sideways 8, chief | | Tuesday, October 3rd, 2006 | | 11:13 am |
i love you, that's all. :) | | Monday, October 2nd, 2006 | | 2:17 am |
hey scout, what's hangin'? the leaves are turning. the next extra day off we get. lemme take you someplace, k? :) :) chief | | Tuesday, September 26th, 2006 | | 1:25 pm |
it feels like i havent spoken to you for the longest time! like really really talked to you. talked solely for the purpose of asking (and getting a reply) how you are. how YOU are. HOW you are. how you ARE. i'd like to call, but i don't really want to interrupt you when youre doing whatever it is you're doing. how are you, scout? really, how are you? if i could italicize each and every word, i would. i would emphasize each word with its full, limited meaning, and speak each query with every fiber of my being. love love love lovex10000000000000000000000000000000000 chief | | Saturday, September 23rd, 2006 | | 6:39 am |
hey sweet-sugar-serbert scout! i actually didnt see christine today. i went down to the cafeteria and got a bus pass cuz i realized it was the last day. then went to relieve my bowels. while i was sitting there on the toilette, i was contemplating what i sed to you earlier. and i realized that today, i was really miserable. so i didnt want my whiny, miserable self to affect how i was, basically. sigh. i dont know how to put this into words. this is complicated. um.. well, i , uh, i really care about *wave arms around* you. does that sound weird? but i really really really really care about you. like CARE-CARE. does that make sense? i didnt want my sour presence to affect any one of youse. hence, i retired to the cafeteria. but then .. i thought, "ehh. i want to be upstairs with scout and all yall." so i did. there it is. that's all. | | Friday, September 22nd, 2006 | | 5:04 am |
This is my story so far. i would say it's pretty lengthy for an entry. so don't read it if you havnet got the time. but just so that it's out there. The lamp on my desk emits a sickly yellowish light. I squint hard, trying to make the most of it. The paper I’m working on is wrinkled and moist from my cold, clammy hands. I struggle to see. There is a lake near where I live. Every morning, there is a dim fogginess that settles around the area. I step outside; my legs brush against the tall, wet grass, and my lungs expand with the effluvious morning air. Sometimes, I don’t leave my bed; my eyes stare out the opaque glass of my square-shaped window. I blink and turn around, pulling the covers behind me. I work at the Blanton Museum of Art. At 5:20 A.M., I go to the museum and unlock its doors. The security guard waves to me as I walk in. His coffee smells lukewarm; I hand him a fresh cup. He chuckles in thanks and the wrinkles around his eyes curve downwards. I watch him leave—one hand holding his new cup of coffee, the other rubbing a stain only he can see. The echoes of his footsteps hang in the air like dying balloons. Last summer, I hitchhiked my way to some mountains. I spent three months there, camping in the dense forests. I remember the conifers, wet with dew, the loud chattering of the small birds high above the ground, the rushing wind through the fallen leaves on the soft forest-floor, and the astringent yet curiously pungent morning air. A hike in the dark showed me what I couldn’t see in the light. The insipid moon was blinking through the soft coverlets of the leaves. The path I was on gradually grew narrow and constricted; the bushes tore at my heavy-duty jeans. The icy wind beat my face, and tiny wood fragments treacherously clawed at my dry eyes. I had begun my arduous journey for over three hours, and I was lost. Everything was unfamiliar and alien. Then, I saw a faint glowing behind the trees. It wasn’t much, and I was so exhausted, I was afraid I was being delusional. Deaf to my intuition, I drew near, ignoring the precautions any sensible person would have taken. I pressed on. The branches’ efforts were futile; I slashed my way through. My eyes grew wide as I realized what I was viewing. It was the city. Sometimes, I dream of vast plains and miles of endless beauty. The grass is always a fresh, emerald-green. There are fields of soft golden wheat, swaying to the music of the wind. Sparkling streams of clear, sweet water run through succulent orchards. Daisies, violets, daffodils, bluebells, tulips—all kinds of flowers blossom in multitudes everywhere. The air is joyful and free. The sun is young and unsullied. There is a perfect bliss that permeates the atmosphere. When I open my eyes, my face is wet. The bus I’m on is small and stuffy, but there aren’t a lot of passengers, so it is not all that bad. An old woman sits near the front of the bus, clutching her misshapen, pseudo-wood cane. Her shoulders are hunched and her head is not visible, but there is, undoubtedly, a silent magnificence about her. With her two feet firmly on the floor, her demeanor rises, and her presence becomes majestically sacred. I look towards the back of the bus. A young-looking woman stares out the window, seeing nothing in particular. Her stomach bulges, and I think she might be pregnant. Her hands seem to be folded neatly in her lap, but her fingers are entwined and demand to be released; her brow furrows for a second. We enter a tunnel. The wind embraces us on all sides as we hasten our journey. We pass through; the air we now breathe is mingled with smoke and ridden with unidentifiable debris. The pitiful familiarity draws the corners of my mouth upward, and my eyes etch over with amused contempt. I sleep the rest of the way. The candy shoppe down the street is having a sale. I usually go there every two days or so and buy candy. I don’t buy it in bulk like most people nowadays. I only choose the ones from the jars or tins. Sometimes I buy candy that are all different, and sometimes I get extras of the same kind—it depends. The store is not large, but there are many choices. Today, there are a lot of people crowded in and around the shoppe. They reach out and grab as many different bags as possible. Someone broke a jar and the brightly wrapped candies are strewn across the newly polished floor; the people go wild. Some are crawling on the ground, trying to scoop up the candy into their shirts. Mothers scream for their children, not one significant word is heard. A stray piece of candy finds its way to my feet. The wrapper is a grayish color with brown and white dots. It is the most bizarre-looking wrapper I have ever seen. It’s the kind that nobody wants, the ones that are always left behind in a jar of multi-colored candies. They are the kind that is always taken last, if at all taken. I bend over and lightly pick it up. The wrapper, surprisingly, is not the crude plastic usually found around candy; it is a soft, metal foil. I un-wrap it cautiously, taking care not to rip the outer covering. It is a hard-candy. I pop it in my mouth and close my eyes, waiting for an unpleasant taste to hit me. It hits me. The taste isn’t truly horrible, but it’s queer, different. I have never tasted such a candy in my life before. It isn’t all the way bitter, but it isn’t sweet either. The taste is caught in between becoming-a-fad and revolting. The texture is also quite noteworthy. The beginning moment, when it first touches my tongue, feels a bit rough and uneven, but the more I roll it around in my mouth, the smoother it becomes. I’m beginning to accept it, and even start enjoying its uniqueness. Then the candy unexpectedly surprises me; the center is chocolate! I walk out of the store, marveling at this wonderful piece of delight. The clamor of the crowd is still, and there is only silence everywhere. The spider just proposed to the fly. ..yeah. that's pretty much it for now. tell me what you think. | | Thursday, September 21st, 2006 | | 7:47 am |
Hola! Scout! i'm writing a short "story." so far, it is just a collection of random happenings. It is plotless and pointless. I think i might need to write something that will please my teacher. She doesn't like "pointless" "happy" stories. she says they BORE her! can you believe it! oh, the very thought! lol.so the thing with my teacher is this: she has her own ideas (great! that's nice) but she wants us to think like her, or at least pretend to. or she thinks we DO think like her. so , i dont kno what to do. for me to come up with a story she'd like, no prob. but i really want to write! blehh. | | Wednesday, September 20th, 2006 | | 6:00 am |
since you were gone to-day, i shall tell you about it. today was grey/gray. and the september cold lashed at our red, ice-bitten cheeks. The wind howled like child being beaten. i brought the paper and colors. but you werent there. so i made an elephant and wrote stuff. and anna signed hername and ben wrote three words. and i felt something was missing. but i couldnt do anything. i called you. i went to samulak's after sixth hr. you werent there. i went back to the 8200 portable and dropped the elephant off. the sub couldnt lock hte door. so i assisted her. i went running. and i thought of you. i remeber i sed i wanted to take you to this super fabulous place over the summer. but Time was cruel. but i will def. take you when the leaves change and fall like pieces of me hearrt. i hope reading this cheered you up. i WILL see you tomorrow, ja? | | Tuesday, September 19th, 2006 | | 6:56 am |
boo radley is In-Cure process. let's make him a BIG 'n' HAPPY card. (like a big 'n' tasty, but naught) anyhow. tell me what you think. i'll bring in markers 'n' such things | | Friday, September 15th, 2006 | | 11:31 am |
+++Scout--- I'm sorry I wasn't present to hug you and love you aka to try and make an effort to make things more bearable. I hope you liked the chocolate, though. ===, chief P.S. (Point of Story) I love and love, and love and love you to the uttermost. I wish I could show you HOW MUCH I love you, and care about you, and how much I think about you, or want to make things...poof!...but I don't know how. I don't know how! | | Sunday, September 10th, 2006 | | 10:27 am |
i noticed yer new cellie, do you have a new number? lemme kno.. how was the game? | | Friday, September 1st, 2006 | | 10:01 pm |
dearest scout, i'm now off to chicago. i will certainly see you when school starts! be safe and awesome while i'm gone,ey! sincerely sincere, chief | | Sunday, August 27th, 2006 | | 6:29 pm |
so i got this haircut...*twirls hands femininishly*.. |
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