Sleepover, fishing trip

On Friday I spent the whole day shopping, wasted $20 (and some borrowed money) in stickers and nail polish and jewelry until evening.
I left with:

One (1) My Chemical Romance sticker

One (1) Marilyn Monroe sticker

One (1) Grateful Dead skull with shrooms inside sticker

One (1) fate-deciding seaweed bracelet that grows in water

One (1) color-changing nail polish for someone special

Fate was a pervert and awesome, and she placed our hotel room across from Crabby Dick's, where we ate dinner and shot a few photos for memories. A subsequent photo-shoot at Wal-mart added 100 more pictures to the camera.

That night, a documentary on ghosts came on. Bedtime at 11, and I slept at 1. It was hot, my friend took the whole bed because he was scared, and I sat up several times to wipe the sweat.
It's a good thing that it got colder later that night, or I would have stayed up forever. Unfortunately, my sleeping bag was on the floor.
"Humans can lick too."

The next day, awakened at 7 or 8 and read Twilight through the light from between the blinds. It was raining again. My friend wanted to sleep, so I turned the alarm off for him.

Checking out of the hotel was the hard part. No guy wants to be caught dead reading Twilight, especially by hordes of high school cheerleaders on vacation.
Edward Cullen, Bella Swan, Jacob Black, Mary Sue.

We didn't fish; we just watched. Fishing is animal cruelty.
My friend almost cried for them. I only wish I could.

My Chemical Romance, perverted jokes, sand castles and popsicles passed time under rainy skies until dinner, and then perverted jokes and birds and bees stole the ride home. No aliens attacked our car that night, though. Fate was on our side again.
A new language to confuse curious parental eavesdroppers, too.

"Maybe why can't fish tell sticks when they're blue? Maybe sticks are usually pretty open about it."
"Maybe which tastes better: fins or tail?"
"Maybe have you ever gotten blue looking at the SH fish?"
"Maybe not......................"

"Maybe these parents are either complete idiots or pretending to not understand."

She was gone when I got back. I still had the bracelet.
I kept wondering why she still liked me, and so much more than I like her.
Out on the bridge before class on Sunday, I cried a little for I don't know why.
I wasn't even sad, I don't think.

On the last day of school...

I thought perhaps I would feel a little sad that it would be the last time I walked to school,
but I was drenched in sweat when I got there.

She made this collage...
She's leaving this Sunday,
for a month,
and then I'll be leaving for two years.

I don't know what else to write today.
Stupid, stupid, stupid empty whatever.

Walking home, worms, and my bracelet is finished

It rained today. At the crosswalk , before I crossed the street, I saw the girl in my art class holding a plaid umbrella, and she looked nice in the rain like that. I thought maybe it was the last time I would see her at school. I tried to take one last look at her as I was crossing, but I couldn't find her, and I had to see where I was going, so I turned around and kept walking forward.

I was almost happy, for some reason.

The rain was just the right amount. It felt nice on your skin, but it didn't get you too wet.
I had to watch where I stepped to avoid earthworms, though. They're so helpless and vulnerable out on the sidewalk, like penises... People should mind where they step when it rains.
A bird was eating one until I came by. It upsets me so much when I scare them away. I wonder if I'll ever meet a bird who can go on eating his worm.

And then the rain was still pretty light, but I was getting wet, so I put on my hood.

When I got home, the girl friended me on Facebook.

A test:

Before bed, hug your blankets and think of someone you like,
and if you feel your heart melting a little,
you are probably in love

Today I...

I had my art finals today.
Everyone at my table was doing pretty badly, even my friend who's usually just about the greatest artist in the class. But halfway through the period, that really seriously cute girl who sits at the other table lifts up her picture and....

She's a better artist.

I knew it all along, but she'd compliment my works so much that perhaps for a second I believed I was better.
Whatever.
I spent the rest of the period scribbling snakes and Alice-isms and ecstasy all over my picture.

It turns out there are better artists than me, better speakers than me, better writers than me. What does that make me? I'm pink again on that graph, right? Or lower...
My invincibility left.

Logic goes poof when emotions sink in.

A poof-kitty...

Last Plane Part II

Long-distance phone calls are ultra-expensive....
Too bad.

Off to bed now...
Bonne nuit.

Last Plane to London?

Before I leave, I would like to buy a phone, so maybe I can lie on my bed and talk for hours into the night with my friends.

Maybe it'll be still burning up over in my cabin, and the fan would be sighing all night, and in America, it would be a winter morning. I don't have such a good imagination, but just hearing the word "snow" makes you feel so warm. It's funny. Cold things make you feel so warm, but summer makes you think of cicadas and cool nights and bugs by lamps and Taiwanese winters.
I must ask about the ducks, in any case.

What if they make me take off my bracelet at the school?
I guess I wouldn't mind my wish coming true so much, right? I wonder if it still works... the heart came off the green one, so does it still count as the original bracelet?

Wait, I still haven't made a wish on the blue one...
How's "I wish I'll find something super-amazing one day"?
So selfish.
"Because the Pisces must survive, he can be a very determined, even selfish individual."
I don't really believe it, of course, but I'd like to play it safe.
Wishes are horrible things to waste.

Dizzy, dizzy, an afternoon in front of a screen...........................
Envy is when someone makes a better friendship bracelet than you.