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Saturday, May 05, 2001
I just had the most wonderful day. we drove up to the hills and went bridge jumping. it was pretty warm, but not very sunny. the water was freezing. the first bridge was about 35 feet up from the river. the second one was probably twice that-- no one would jump it. then we went to salmon falls and sat in a circle on the rocks. it was absolutely beautiful. today reminded me of why I came out here.
this is my race from last weekend: novice 8.
posted by K-Lo
@ 02:18
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Friday, May 04, 2001
One final down, three more to go. I cannot wait for summer fun! hip hop and classis rock sound soo good in the summer. I don't konw what it is, but walkgin around outside and hearing someone blastign jay z out on the balcony makes me smile
posted by rayve nation
@ 09:16
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Thursday, May 03, 2001
Two things that make me hot: Harlem avenue in the summertime--somethin' about all those italian stallions gathered outside of Jimmy's Pizza place. Two, the Cardigans. I am only slightly ashamed of this one. It's because I listened to them at pinacle points in my high school career and so listening to them now makes me filled with all kinds of teen angst. More on drinking + siblings, later.
posted by Record Album
@ 01:33
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Wednesday, May 02, 2001
arrgg. My grandma fell yesterday and broke her hip, and my dog has bone cancer. Also, my grandpa had another stroke last week. what the hell.
posted by rayve nation
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Tuesday, May 01, 2001
oh good, it did
posted by Kelljoy
@ 16:58
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i hate this fucking blogger. i can never remember my goddamn password. and i just blogged and it was a long one. i swear. it didn't register and now i'm positive this thing wants to destroy me. why ya gotta be a hata, blogger? let's see it this works, punk!
posted by Kelljoy
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today my dad has been sober for exactly one year. I want to say something to let him know I know, but probably won't because I can't seem to think of anything truly appropriate. I thought about mailing a card and just writing how proud of him I am blah blah, but alas May first has snuck up on me and I don't want to send it late. Perhaps humor is the best way to go-- usually is with my dad. Hey dad, remember that time mom went to see you in Palm Beach and go to the family conferencing at hazelden? I had my friends over for margaritas and we all got silly drunk. Jeff threw up in the yard after one drink (aahh, prom date), Matt, Mike and vicki somehow created the monster that is the evolution of man at the expense of who else, but John Campbell. marisa and francie helped me pour more of whatever the pink drink I was spilling in the kitchen was-- what was that?! and then frankie showed up to drive our sorry asses to a party and sam and monika's. you don't know them dad, but they throw a good party. what was I talking about? oh yeah, I'm really proud of you dad, I love you.
posted by K-Lo
@ 13:25
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Monday, April 30, 2001
my dad leaves for albania in three days. im really sad about the whole thing (is this talking about my feelings enough, steph?) but im not saying anything. something weird happened in my upbringing (re:alcoholic father) which makes me think that i have no right/there is no reason to expect anything from any men. so i dont say anything except, "i'm really going to miss you", which is true but the bigger truth is that i wish he wouldnt go at all. now everything he does seems really precious. we filled out the fafsa last night and while normally this would have ended in me screaming at both my parents, making constant snotty remarks ("what-ever"), and being an overall uncooperative pain in the ass, i actually enjoyed the experience. it is the last chance im going to have for a very long time to see my dad be himself and spill diet coke all over our income taxes.
we decided that the best thing he ever taught me (more importantly, the only time i ever really listened) was that nice girls always unlock the driver's side of the car after the boy lets her in the passenger side.
a couple days ago while i was driving van halen's, "how do i know when it's love" came on the radio and i started crying. when i was little, anytime that song came on while we were in the car together we would both be like, "yeah! rock!" and he would turn it up and we would sing really loud. when i was new york, he called me and played it over the phone because it came on the radio. it was the nicest thing he had ever done.
last night kit tells me that he really is moving to egypt. his best friend brian is going and it seems kit's been corresponding with some guy over there that is giving him a job taking photos for this english newspaper. again, i do not know how to react so i say something lame like, "well, im gonna miss you but best of luck with that". i do not say how i really feel because i never tell men how i really feel and then i make myself go crazy because i expect them to use their massive powers of intuition (ha ha ha) to magically know.
very strange that the two hetero men that i am closest to are both moving to different continents. my mom thinks that it is just because the world is getting smaller. i wonder if i smell.
posted by vic
@ 09:06
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Sunday, April 29, 2001
auggie moss is a kid we went to school with. Read libby's guestbook entry to find out what he has to do with seventeen magazine.
posted by Record Album
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who the hell is auggie moss?
i understand what ya mean, steph. i think these things work in waves.
saw bobby conn last night and he rocked.
begin move in T - 2 days.
posted by marisa jo
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what's the connection between seventeen and auggie moss?
posted by egeus
@ 08:21
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