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londonfog
So, this is now the official end of the line, as Anne has moved on as well. :-/ So many crappy memories are housed in this journal. It's making me feel very sentimental.

My new journal is feelshiny. Feel free to add me. Or, if you've been waiting to get rid of me for years, don't add me, but I'll miss you. :)

<3

- Allie
2 standing in the shadow - Have you seen your mother, baby?
londonfog
So.

Old entries are embarrassing to look back upon. Allie has moved on. I'm getting restless.

It's time for a new journal.

You know I'm not much of a journal-changer...I've had the same one for years now. The time, has come, however, for a change.

Friends...please, do add me on my new journal. It wouldn't be the same without you all.

madamtruffle


--Anne

I'm listening to: "I Was Meant for the Stage" - the Decemberists

3 standing in the shadow - Have you seen your mother, baby?
londonfog
So, the hurricane fried my computer, and I lost everything I had on it. My lit paper, my art things, my history, family pictures, music (where am I going to find those things again?)...all gone. I don't even want to talk about it, really.

I miss Tristan. I miss having someone who I can confide in, and who can confide in me. I miss having someone whose approval I don't have to constantly doubt and worry about. Most of all?

I miss being held.

--Anne

I'm feeling: melancholy melancholy

2 standing in the shadow - Have you seen your mother, baby?
londonfog
I should have done all of my homework last night, but I sat up making mix tapes instead. Or, actually, mix cds, which aren't nearly as cool, but which everyone now prefers because they've all thrown away their tape players or something. Isn't part of the experience of the mix having to either sit through the songs you like not-so-much as well as the ones you love or spend endless amounts of time blindly fast-forwarding and rewinding to find the things you like? Don't you bond with your music like I do? Kids today. I tell ya.

One of them is for Tristan, the other's for Gabe, who randomly came up to me the other day and said he wanted me to make him a mix and burn him cds. So, that was odd...when was the last time I really spoke to him in depth? Two years ago, perhaps? How does he know about my musical preferences? Very strange indeed. He was really, really unspecific about what he wanted, too, so I've no idea where to start.

Mr. Newitt is really, really obsessed with that cheesy crackle-effect spray. It looks awful, and I'm pretty sure he wants me to spray it over everything I've ever done. He's a very odd man.

The play is going to be really, really awkward, and I can't decide whether or not it will be even worse than last year's. Yes, granted, kissing Jason was incestuous and I don't even want to think about it, but at least it didn't last for an entire page of dialogue. Eesh!

-- Anne

I'm listening to: Song Against Sex - NMH

1 standing in the shadow - Have you seen your mother, baby?
londonfog
The cast list for the school play (While the Lights Were Out) has been posted - Jason, Leah, and I, all got leads, which is good. However, I think I have one of those parts with lots of "kissing marvelously", which is bound to be exceedingly awkward. I think I have to marvelously kiss two people, as well. Uncool. Stevenson, that bitch, she knows how uncomfortable that makes me! I think she gets some kind of morbid pleasure out of making me do these things. Honestly, I would be more comfortable having sex on stage than kissing someone on stage. Yeah, that's weird, I know, but sex would be something I could detach myself from - it's not quite as personal and intimate for me.

Ew. Ew. Ew.

*frets*

I've also lost my voice, so the readthrough tomorrow should be interesting. Indeed.

~~Anne

I'm feeling: intimidated intimidated
I'm listening to: "My New York" - Reclinerland

1 standing in the shadow - Have you seen your mother, baby?
londonfog
Art at school is actually a lot better than I thought it would be. Taking it independently is totally the way to go. No obnoxious types around, no Newitt looming over me, I can eat my lunch, listen to my music...it's like having a lunch period but nicer. I have to censor my sketchbook, though. Wow I wish it wasn't a Catholic school.

Speaking of school, I got into Mastersingers. I guess that's good. It should've happend two year ago, but it matters not. I have to tell Anderson I can't be in Madrigals now, which is not cool...they have Renaissance garb as their uniform. I think Mastersingers should, too.

Sufjan Stevens was in the New York Times Magazine today. He had two full beautiful glossy pages. I didn't realize he was gorgeous, too. Strange days, my friends. Watch the skies.

I can barely speak, let alone type well tonight. Alas.

~~Anne

I'm feeling: restless restless
I'm listening to: "The Improbable Solution" - The Cassettes

2 standing in the shadow - Have you seen your mother, baby?
londonfog
First day of school was on Thursday – a half day, so it was relatively painless, but still something to be suffered through. I don’t seem to have classes with anybody I had classes with last year, and I have nearly no classes with anybody I would actually enjoy...classing with. o_0 I apologize for any incomprehensible moments in this post; I didn’t get much sleep last night.

Anyway, my schedule, in all it’s sucktastic glory:

AP Calculus AB – Coté
NOTES: Meh, this class seems like it could be worse. I mean, obviously it’s going to be hella hard and taxing and ohgodi’mnotthinkingabouththat. But the teacher seems nice, and Maja is in this class with me, so I have moral support in math class for the first time ever.
American Literature – Rescigna
NOTES: I’d just like to point out—asking students to tell you their goals for the year as an introductory exercise is a bad idea. I don’t come to school with a goal for the year planned! I need time to think it through! I DON’T DEAL WELL UNDER PRESSURE. >_O I’m sitting with Jen Camp and Elinor in this class; they are both nice people. However, this class is also full of slackers. Oh god, why. I could have been in Ms. Sell’s class, but no...it sucks to be me.
Chemistry – Rush
NOTES: I like Dr. Rush. She’s nice. Sort of monotonous, but nice, and it’s not her fault that she seems less interested in the material than we are, because I know she is interested. HER ROOM HAS DRUGS IN THE WALLS, THOUGH. I’m serious, I start to feel like a dirt clod as soon as I walk in the door, and then I start to fall asleep, and being a sleeping dirt clod while you should be learning chemistry is not a good idea.
Latin III – Messinger
NOTES: I love Mr. Messinger, and love Latin significantly more than I have ever loved any other language, so of course this class is going to be fine. Despite the fact that I don’t remember a single Latin word. Or declension. Actually, what the hell is a declension? Save me, I’m screwed.
AP Biology – Gupta/Whatsernamethesubstitute.
NOTES: Kill me now.
U.S. History – Lober
NOTES: Drugs in the walls again. Not so much with the dirt-clod-ness, though, more of a cat-like transformation. ...okay, actually, just ignore that. I’m not worried about this class.
AP Language – Towers
NOTES: I wouldn’t know how this class is going to be, because we spent the first day playing whiffle ball. Our summer reading is not due for another two weeks or so; goddamn you, Ms. Towers, I worked on that WHILE I WAS IN AUSTRALIA. I COULD HAVE HAD A NICE VACATION BUT NO YOU MADE ME WORK AND NOW IT DOESN’T EVEN MATTER. Oh well. As Phil would say, we’ll all be dead in 50 years anyway.

I hope everybody notes just how CRAPPY this schedule is. It sucks. There is no other way to describe the complete and utter assholic nature of this thing. It’s like a beast. An evil beast, with teeth and claws and all that shit. A mad, hairy beast of a schedule, of which not even a paw is shared with some kind and loving soul who might rescue me from my teenage cesspit. Alas. I really need to angst less.

My schoolbag this year is orange, which was some comfort throughout the hard, often harrowing four hours of Thursday’s school day.

Crush-boy (he’s still crush-boy, because I haven’t talked to him yet. Status subject to change.) cut all of his hair off over the summer. I am, as of yet, neither horrified or delighted, merely shocked. HIS HAIR. Crush-boy! Phil will not have sex with you anymore!

No, don’t be so sad. It’s okay. He’s very particular. Please, seriously, don’t be upset, he would probably do you anyway.

I have an excellent locker this year, though; it’s on the end of a row, so I won’t be squished in between people. Oooooh, I’m telling you, this locker makes up for EVERYTHING. </pathetic>

On a brighter note, Phil and Sarah, two of my friends from CTY who live right outside of Philadelphia, came down to visit me yesterday...Collapse )

This entry is disgustingly long.

-- Allie
10 standing in the shadow - Have you seen your mother, baby?
londonfog
So, while it is not official, in that we still want to haggle for a slightly lower price, my first ever car is parked in my driveway!!

Go see it!

It is a 1976 Mercedes SL450 Roadster. And it is red. WOW!

~~Anne

I'm feeling: ecstatic ecstatic

10 standing in the shadow - Have you seen your mother, baby?
londonfog
Erm...anyone want to pirate me a copy of Photoshop? Illustrator, too. for that matter?

Oh, and, buy me an airbrush?

Throw some india ink in just for kicks, will you?

*sigh*

~~Anne

I'm feeling: poor
I'm listening to: Little Johnny Jewel

5 standing in the shadow - Have you seen your mother, baby?
londonfog
School begins tomorrow. Am I supposed to bring books and things like that, or do we wait for Wednesday?

I signed up for a deviantart account, just to post the things I'll be working on, so if you'd like to see it - madamtruffle. I only have two things posted at the moment, and one of them sucks, but I'll be posting more soonly.

I barely have any classes with anyone! Except for Leah. I have lots with Leah, so that is good. Speaking of that wench, when are we going to the Renaissance Faire? I have my costume and everything, babe. Just say the word.

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Let me just say - I love my livejournal friends. They are the most interesting people I could ever hope to know. Thanks for that, kids.

~~Anne

I'm feeling: listless listless
I'm listening to: Jonathan Richman

12 standing in the shadow - Have you seen your mother, baby?