"I was in fourth grade, and my teacher called my parents to tell them he thought my jokes had double meaning."
-Dad

the spanish armada
is unexpected
the holy grail
is in the cupboard by the dollar store wine glasses
the chicken pox
are for the chickens
stop breaking down, and get a drum set
stop crying and take a picture of a giraffe
quit making me want to kick you hard.

WORDS

"Look at Matt."
"He's so full of himself."
"I'M JUST DANCING!"
(kelsea, me, matt)

"Um, but I don't want to be like a creepy old guy."
"You are a creepy old guy."
(matt #2, kelsea)

"It's not everyday you see you ex-sports marketing teacher in the bathroom."
(zach @ movies 9)

"I think he said something funny in his language."
-Stephen Young

Today was one of those. I think I would sell my brain for $1.93 so I can buy some gas for that life sucker sitting in the garage. A band practice that I want to pretend I don't know what a bass guitar is. Watching five little boys, and trying to put on my mean face, so they could guess that I mean business. Secret conversations...

Now that you know what my dad was hiding all this time, I can emphasize that it is hereditary. Yes I got it from someone. He really does use those big words all day long, and he really is that impatient, and he sometimes does pretend he is his own harmony/melody mixture. Too much creative genius being suppressed behind his lefthandedness and perpetual sobriety?

I like how Jess and Karly left me alone in Yearbook with Josh. Except NOT. Josh sits down across the table from me and says:
"We need to have a little chat, Rachel. Lets talk about why you dislike me so much."
I laughed in his face until he laughed too, and then I lied.
"I don't dislike you," crossing my fingers underneath the table. What is a little white lie now and then, I can't stand yearbook drama.
I contemplated joining Alison and Allene in whatever they were doing, but they looked to busy, so I put on my headphones and started drawing. Then I just put my head on my bag and sniffed.
Haslam could sense my newfound lifeache, and she told me to go lie down. So I did.
But I couldn't sleep because the couch smelled like marijuana, and people kept coming in to ask me what the matter was. They are not very good at this.
I woke up when the final bell rung, and everyone thought I was a red stoner. And so I went home and did more pretend sleeping, and then Kelsea came over and gave me an envelope and we took a walk through White City to say hi to someone with a dirty black poodle.