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cast-ket party, grossness, crack, etc.

4-4-'xx: 9:47am

I was thinking about emo this morning. and being emo. and then I remembered about imo, which is possibly the grossest substance on the earth next to that butterscotch antibiotic syrup they put me on once. that stuff made me seriously gag. but imo...fat free sour cream. but it doesn't even taste like sour cream. it tastes like someone ground up asprin and out it into sour cream that's gone bad. oh, and even worse than both of them: that salad with carrots and rasins. and salad dressing. that stuff is the grossest thing on the planet. it makes me gag just to SEE that stuff.

anyway, I forgot to talk about my dreams in my last entry. see, I had this dream that I was talking with david at a picnic table. and he had his hair like conrad birdie and was wearing his bye bye birdie shirt, like at the cast party saturday/sunday. and he had all these pears, in all doffernet sizes and colours. and he had some metaphor about the pears, that was linked to life or something...but I don't remember what it was. but then he gave me this gigantic pear, that was green, and I'm like "tell me your metaphor again, it was really good" and he did, and then I started eating the pear. and I'm like "you want a bite?" and I held it out to him and he took a bite, and then I took it back. and I thought "it's good....fresh, but not quite ripe....but it's still good." but I didn't say that for whatever reason.

now how cracked out is that? just like a regular conversatinon of some sort. something I'd get mixed up with real life. I knoe I had another dream just like it, but I can't remember. I'll type it if I do, though.

so I forgot to talk about the cast party, too. nothing really cool happened but it was a a funeral home. everyone said "it's a cast-ket party!" I said that to russ and ormson. they didn't laugh, because it was old by then.

but I did say something funny before the show. ken had a copy of sports illustrated, and it had an article aobut this family sailing. and their last tame was "nutt". and under this picture of them on the back of their boat, it said something like "the nutts were leaving america for the first time." so I said "hey, you can kiss your nutts goodbye." I made ken laugh, so it must have been funny. yenny laughed, too, but she laughs at everything. she's hilarious.

so yesterday, I go to st vincent de paul to see if they have anyhting I can use for the top of my prom dress (I made the skirt, all by myself. it's beautiful. pictures later). they didn't, but insdeat I found all kinds of rad stuff. some people had cleaned out this supply of hideous cat-eye nerd glasses....real old ones. I bought all but two pairs which were trashed beyond repair. and by a strange twist of fate, the coolest pair that happened to look great on me just happened to be persciption! no joke. I'm wearing them now, I see beautifully. and they were 59 cents. I also found a queen record that I'm gonna send to ben, and another _surprise_ record for taco. tee hee.

so we go to take me to the bus today and what happens? the bus doesn't show up. so I have to take the goddamn greyhound. 8 hours without a walkman. I'm getting queasy just THINKING about the bus ride. I don't like busses, especially greyhounds. the bus stops in toppenish and wapato and prosser and every goddamned hole from here to yakima.

I feel good, I played bridget's violin for about an hour and a half. it's so much better than mine...but my dad talked to her dad and her dad doesn't want her to sell it or something. which is really too bad...the more I play it the more I love it. it's just starting to wake up and the tone is getting alot more even as I play it. I hope I can convince her dad to let me buy it....it's definately god some serious character. maybe this weekend I'll get the cracks looked at....we know a lutheier in seattle that would give it a quick looksee and tell us if it needs any more repairs, better repairs, or if the crack against the grain will effect the instrument considerably. so far, as I play, I don't see a whole lot of a problem but that's just me.

hmmmm. I can't remember what else. eh, whatever. remembering will give me more to write later. when I'm at my mom's and she's at school and I have nothing to do. except she'll probably make me do housework...ick.

later skaterz....

hahaha.

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