Coat

ok, last night, alyssa and i spent two hours taking photos. i love her. i love her photos. she makes me look beautiful. she has a talent. i <3 her. she's so close to me. i feel so loved. the photos are on flickr, and some on photobucket bcuz i couldnt post anymore on flickr. both under the name TragidyBaby. if you wanna see em and it asks for a password, ask me. but, some of the photos were taken in this wild denim coat lines with faded blue-to-white fur. its so sexy and wild. everyone has made comments! josh hinman even said he likes my coat. i feel loved. this coat is getting me noticed. i hate to tell alyssa that, i dont want her to get jealous. i want to keep her as a friend. shes wonderful. anyways. i dont have much to say. ive been enjoying life. dad wanted to talk about tennis last night.....we kinda fought. hes mad bcuz im not active. im mad bcuz he doesnt understand who i am. he says my epitaph will have the word EXCUSE on it somewhere. oh well. im still enjoying the moon over the clouds. and the music. and the smiles of everyone. im happy. im afraid for my bite tho. cuz the scab is forming on the sides of the broken skin. so the sca goes inward and sadly i cant pick it. but, the skin is closing faster then the scab is healing. i dont want my skin closing over a scab. ew.
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language fair in april. im doing a play with alyssa and my own poem. all in french. the play will be from candide. and the poem is a sad one. let me read alyssa's note and ill type the poem.
Colloque Sentimental by Paul Verlaine
Dans le vieux parc solitaire et glace
Deux formes ont tout a l'heure passe.
Leurs yeux sont morts et leurs levres sont molles,
Et l'on entend a peine leurs paroles.
Dans le vieux parc solitaire et glace
Deux spectres ont evoque le passe.
-Te souvient-il de notre extase ancienne?
-Pourquoi voulez-vous donc qu'il m'en souvienne?
-Ton coeur bat-il toujours a mon seul nom?
Toujours vous-tu mon ame en reve? -Non
-Ah! les beaux jours de bonheur indicible
Ou nous joignions nos bouches! -C'est possible.
-Qu'il etait bleu, le ciel, et grande, l'espoir!
-L'espoir a fui, vaincu, vers le ciel noir.
Tels ils marchaient dans les avoines folles,
Et la nuit seule entendit leurs paroles.
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isnt that pretty? i think it is. homework so far: read candide. find a scene to act-out in french. i hope i win this language fair. crystal is doing a dance. cool no? i wanted to write our own play. but oh well. maybe they'll enjoy our rendition of candide. maybe we'll revise it and make them laugh. alyssa and i have to come in after school tho to work on it. kinda like speech team. g2g now and write alyssa.
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brittni
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p.s. PHIL GETS TO GO TO DES MOINES WITH US ON SUNDAY. YAYYYYYY! pick him up around 5 am. take him home around 9. yay. 6 hours total of driving. mike's going the day before with eric, and that means just dad phil and i. food choices will be easier. and mike wont be there to whine, bitch, moan and smell. lol. itll be fun. drive in, take moms car, eat alot, walk alot, and dinner and lunch too, and breakfast and coffee, and then drive home. omg in sooooooooo excited. YAY X1000000. but.....lets hope we dont have a repeat and we dont pull a callen three days after we get back. anyways. g2g. loves