It’s hard to keep an erection for five hours.
Get it? Hard? Erection? It’s funny. It didn’t realize its hilarity when it was said, though. Did you?
But on that note, my sex life is my business, my partner’s business, and that of whoever I choose to tell. Not anyone else, and especially not a 74 year old woman’s… unless I choose to tell her. Which I didn’t. So I’ll drop it.
My mum is really psyched that I have a picture of her up on myspace. Little does she know that myspace kills people.
So CATS is going fably. I think our best night was last night. We got an explosive applause. I really like working with Sarah. I think we compliment each other vocally and charismatically, and Dawn did an excellent job casting us together. She does much better than Bomballurina would do. And she’s not as fat. She’s almost as fat though. That was a joke. Sarah is skinneh. But she’s got the hips of a 17 year old…
Holly: How old are you?
Mark: 17, why?
Holly: Because you act like you’re 6.
Mark: … But I fuck like I’m 10…
Uh oh, maybe I shouldn’t have said the F word. I mean, a 14 year old reads my blogs. We all know that no 14 year old knows the F word, let alone says it… Honestly.
Sorry, I said I would drop it.
Nonetheless, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckingfuck.
-So- vindictive. -Such- a girl.
However, I did have a bit of purity and innocence left over. I didn’t know what “knocking boots” meant until recently. My mum was proud that she knew something that I didn’t know. Sexually speaking.
It means doin’ it.
“it.”
As in sexin’.
So that video of Matt doing his own rendition of CATS wasn’t supposed to be seen. Too late. Whoops. Everyone thought it was cute though. He was embarrassed… but he’s in for a lifetime of embarrassment.
Mr. West became annoyed with us the other day, because we were forgetting our “4th grade math”.
“4th grade math? I only ate pi(e) in the 4th grade, I didn’t work them!”
- Trey Pruitt.
I used to think he was an asshole. I think he’s kind of funny now. First impressions are most of the time bad. I thought Matt hated me. Heh.
Jamie made me happy the other day in English. This is what she wrote me:
“Wow Liz… I think he got his degree from a cracker jack box! Why don’t you teach the class?”
He’s on drugs.
He must be, because he loved my sonnet. G unit style. He wants me. And Jackie. At the same time. We’re both taken though. Either way, he’s too fat. And married. And we don’t need extra credit in there.
I’m a delicate flower.
“I know everything there is to know about being delicate. I’m a delicatessian.”
- Wonderful Matt
Oh, Jared, I would have blogged that picture of us like I promised, but photobook isn’t working on my computer at the mo. ment. I tried to shorten moment like I’ve heard/ seen it done before, but it’s just not me.
You know how I am. Always gotta be keepin’ it real.
“Good.”
I really wish I would have done something with Jade and/ or Zephyr this weekend. I haven’t spent quality time/ marqueed with either of them in so long. Too long.
I still haven’t had one of “The Best Burgers In Town” at Skankville, USA, aka Bottom’s Up. Maybe I’ll do that this weekend. I also haven’t gone to Los Portales in a long time.
It’s Los Portales. Not LP. It will never be LP. LP will never catch on. You are the only person who calls it LP, and no one else will ever call it LP. Give it up. Shortening things for the sake of coolness is ridiculous. Hence my not using “mo.”
My life is a black abyss. So dark, you know. It’s strangling me. Tighter and tighter. Tighter than a pair of my little sisters pants (which look great on me by the way.)
Maybe I should stop making fun of kids like that. Or maybe my making fun of them is helping them. I’ll assume it is.
But making assumptions has made me very poor in the past month.
Oh, my brother got employee of the month! I am very very proud of him. He’s actually doing something. This is what he gets:
A. About a zillion Applebucks, redeemable at places such as Sam Goody.
B. Another pin on his hat.
C. His name on that bald plaque in the foyer of the restuarant.
D. A bonus or raise of some sort.
E. Whenever he messes up or gets in trouble, he gets to say “AppleStar, Bitch!”
E would be my favourite part. I would like to work there with him if I didn’t have a burned bridge there. Like, my neighbor. “Let me see your grill.”
It’s hard to find a job. But now that I don’t have a job, I get to sleep. And Matthew lives in Hermitage, and if I don’t have a job, I can just go see him anytime I want… when I don’t have school/ a performance. And we both like that. Seeing each other, not school/ performance.
I wonder how I got 55 views today. That’s crazy.
Crazy for you.
So in conclusion, let’s do the time warp again.