eyes red-rimmed with sleep
...or lack thereof

but you know, it's all about how one ends a day

if one begins the day fabulously but ends it on a sucky note, the day is recorded as sucktastic in one's memory bank

likewise, if one begins the day on a suck note but ends it wonderfully, the day is remembered as being fantab.

for instance, last week i started off every day in a sour mood until about 7th period, when we would go out and play some of the most violently fabulous games of red rover these eyes have seen. then the day would begin picking up as i would see him that i want to see but never can and, carefully deleting physics from the equation, theater after school was good times as excitement was building for the show (march 28 & 29; april 3, 4, & 5 at 7:00)

today was one of those days

carefully deleting school from the equation, animus was fantab as we actually had a real meeting and talked about the war and it felt really good to be around confused liberals such as myself...
as opposed to the crazy right wing extremists bent on "turning" me that i usually find myself discussing (yelling) the war with.

then we were going to go a-job hunting but we had a picnic at solomons of strawberries and whipped cream, soda, and candy on the fire blanket from my emergency car kit instead...

SO nice
and
SO relaxing

to just sit (stand/dance) in the fog and talk and listen to jimmy and play suck and blow and quote clueless among other pop culture fabs and not have to worry about anything but the possibility that kayleigh's parents might kill her if she comes home suspiciously empty-handed of job apps and that it is getting cooler and clammier and i have no jacket as i left both of them in my locker today...

then we actually ran around and got random job apps so we'd have something to show for ourselves

reminder to self: no one works at the laundromat. this means they are not hiring.

then kayleigh had to go and i drove us back to the school parking lot where i drove around in circles for awhile and once threatened to drive us off the embankment if delant� did not stop singing along to songs he didn't know

side note: he did not

then we downed sugar packets and listened to make-out music...
then i had to go so for all i know they're still there, listening to make-out music and trying to get the sugar to stick evenly on their tongues...

and now i shall wander off to ultimately collapse in a sugar-shock diabetic coma

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