ex-girl

date: february 10, 2000
time: 4:00 p.m.
listening to: ex-girlfriend by no doubt.
talking to: margo.

i had the weirdest fucking dream ever last night. and for your reading pleasure, i have typed it all up for you. *smiles* you lucky bastard you. here it shall be, even in ITALICS!! *gasps*

lace came up to my house, and we were hanging out at this tractor store on north avenue *?* and she just wasn't...like herself i guess. she didn't look like she does, but i knew it was her. and we were hanging out, when all of a sudden her mom shows up and instantly i thought she looked like mrs. rhoten. she had like, strawberry blonde hair...and she didn't like me. she was very...cold to me. and then her brother and sister [funny, she only has two twin brothers] and they were twins. same weird orange/red color hair as her mom [in my dream] had. and looooots of freckles, and blue eyes. about age 6 or 7. and then there lace was, cuddling on the couch with some dude (apparently a boyfriend, who had dark hair and eyes, or else i'd assume it was zac hanson), and not paying attention to anyone but him, cause she was blinded by love, or lust rather. and then these little like, cats, came out of nowhere, hundreds of them, and were attacking her twin siblings. like, viciously biting them and such, and i went running for her little brother [whose name seems to be jarrod...], to save him. lace's mom put the rest of all of them [being lace, her little sister, and lace's "boyfriend"] in the van/truck that they drove up in, and was VERY angry with me, for some reason like, she thought it was my fault that her little son was hurt. then i woke up.

weird, huh?

i thought so. so if anyone knows what this shit could mean, please email me here okay? thanks.

so ummm...oh. snowcoming is tomorrow night. it was supposed to be saturday night, which it ALWAYS is, but then mr. FUCKING boudro's son, stinky ass RJ, had a wrestling match, so it got changed. just because of the damn vice principal's son. GAY. anyways, margo is coming up to go to it with me. we're making LONG BLACK SATIN LACE skirts for the occasion [hanson anyone?]. yes, yes, we shall be veddy sexy. and i am also dying my hair HOT FUCKING PINK, ala gwen stefani. *nods*

SPEAKING OF GWEN. i just got the no doubt tour dates and GUESS WHO is coming on march 25th to a VERY small club near me? if you guessed no doubt, you are VERY CORRECT!!! i can't fucking wait!! cause since it's a small ass little club, a) tickets will be cheap and b) i'll most likely meet the band! AHHHHHHH! *screams* HOLY SHIT!!! i can't fucking breathe just THINKING of it. i will sob my damn eyes out if i meet gwen! god! and plus, i haven't seen no doubt since way back in 1997, so it's high time i see them live again, don't you think? I SURE DO.

oh god, i had to go to a fucking therapist. cause see, i accidentally told my mom i was going to kill myself [i totally wouldn't, it just slipped out] and she tried to drag me to the fucking hospital, and was going to unless i started talking. so i showed her my arm, which was adorned with scarlet blood from cutting it. *nods* very nice, yes. and so we didn't go to the hospital, but i did have to go see a doctor to see if i have the family's heriditary depression. and i got blood drawn, which HURT LIKE A BITCH, and left a big ass bruise. and i also had to attend a therapist meeting on tuesday.

not fucking fun. first of all, the bitch is old as FUCKING ROCKS. and secondly, she thinks i'm a fucking lesbian, for reasons i have yet to discover. god. but no, she kept asking if i had a girlfriend. i was like "WHAT THE HELL?" my my, what an experience. basically it fucking sucked, and i was told i have "mild depression" and must come back two more times. UGH.

well this has all been rather fun, but i think i shall depart my dears. talk later.

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