People don't even know my story anymore.

I've decided to tell you all about my life.

I am Elsa. People call me Salsa. Or Gigi. And occasionly Guinivere.

I am blonde-haired, although I may dye my hair red this weekend. Woop-de-doo.

I have four or five really awesome excellent loves / friends. Wynne. Lisa. Tommy. Laura. Ellie. Maybe six. Dayna. Olivia Lenz (still cares about me.)

I am an artist.

I am a writer.

I am a poet.

I am a scenester.

I am a hippie.

I am an indie-child.

I am a lover.

I am alive.

I am crazy.

I have a very busy schedule. On mondays, wednesdays, and fridays I stay at school until four ocklock because my sister has sport. I see Tommy every day in the senior parking lot after school driving home with his mom in his car. Sometimes he makes faces at me. Sometimes I make faces at him. Sometimes he yells VAMP. Sometimes his brother picks him up. And some of the Dallas Retro kids. And sometimes they play Shakira and sing and laugh and say hi. And sometimes Tommy stays after school with me and talks. Or we play guitar in the lot. MRV. DR. WBX. J. Registration. And titles. And glove compartments that are innacurately named and contain nothing to keep our fingers warm except souveniers of better times. I am a radio and I am PROUD.

On Tuesdays and Sundays, I have guitar. It is my joy. Isaiah is my hero. He wears socks and moccasins. But he is not part of an indian tribe. And it does not match his hair because it is not streaked orange. But none the less, he is my hero.

Thursdays is my day. I reveal no more.

Me and Wynne are like this. X. Diablo. The 2nd. Starving marvins. The house the house the house. Fish food. Waterbeds. I mean, poolcovers. Living off the land. Ukelelards and guitards. Duet. BOBD. Reagan. A Clockwork Orange. VAMP! The project. The plan of attack. Punkin ball. Pho. French cafes. Linkin park / the Chipmunks wit asians. GEORGE!! and the free pizza! Hippie wednesdays. And sometimes tuesdays. Or thursdays. Or fridays. And mondays. The Stones. But not rolling ones. Watering the dog. Badminton. Receipta. Larissa and Katrina Weener. My neighbor and the spandex pants. Carwash. I am a vampire. Knock on wood. Breakfast club. Jeece. The list goes on and on and on.

Lisa and Ellie. are amazing. The films. The slideshow. A & E. Track meets and pee bottles. Feo. Elsh is welsh. Jimmy Neutron. The burglar. And of course, the indians. I heart huckabees NO pagans! Two sounds. Me hitting you and you hitting the floor. Lumberjack. Sandal Nark. The hippie song. You and your juices. I'm a frayed not. x a google. I could not love them more. They are my life.

Dayna is a cutie patootie. She is an e-block homeslice. We are excellent skiers. Andrew the myspace-man. Slideshow. Psychadelic jesus. And a broomballer. Again, there are many many more.

Laura is a crazy ho. Who orders kittens from asia in bottles with tranquilizers on top. And has an announcement. And is a fatty-jogger. And wants to have a houseparty but is shy. And is a b-s-j. And sings OOOPERA!!!!!!!!!! and should be a punkin-baller but isnt cool enough. Friar Lawrence. The baldy hottie. And wishes she could be juuust like me. Yada yada yada. Lovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelove lovelove. It rhymes with glove now.

I am a loser.

I am a cookie-baking booty-shaking polka dot thrift-store tommy-drawing-painting-multi-media-ing loser.

I will miss it.

I will miss going to Weatherbox and Shining Through shows with Tommy. I will miss Diablo the tadpole at Wynne's house. I will miss art with Tommy and Dayna and Ellie and Colin and Ben K. I will miss english with tommy. And tommy. and oh who else? Laura. Ellie. And tommy.

I will miss friday a block. Tommy always choosing love songs off my ipod. such as bright eyes and wetherbox and dc4c. I will miss drawing eachother during class. I will miss filming and singing vamp songs. I will miss it all.

I will miss lunches on the field with the 'tar and Death Cab and Wynne and Lisa and Tommy.

I will miss capture the flag with the Tank. and Wonton.

I will miss you all.

Write me.



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i love you.

Check, check, check out reality.

(( this does not mean i am over my past journal entry. I still feel that rabidly. ))

check, check, check out reality.