*monday, april 29
Goddamnit ow. Remind self never to attempt to jump from moving vehicle, even if it IS the buglet and Alistair threatens to not stop (not even slow to anything less than 10 km/h). MY SHOE! He ran over my shoe. But then again, those vans are not goin anywhere better, so now they're just broken in. He really didn't hurt them. However, my knee is awful chafed from the concrete (not actually... it was the friction of shoe against pavement against thigh against rough car-seat material... GODDAMNIT!) and now I'm awful giddy... My neighbors saw me. "Freakin kids..." -Mariea (but I'm sure the neighbors were thinking it too). Ew ew- too much stolen pepsi (goddamn stage crew) and dress rehearsal adrenaline action is going on in my stomach... I'm really really glad I didn't get caught coming from the teachers' bathroom... again ("Phil! You're partied out man, AGAIN!" -w.c.). And now I should go and get that outline for Spanky as well as start my homework. Freakin kids is right.
~check ya later
