Today...
...I braided the sides of my hair and pulled the rest back as well, it looked nice I must say, in a Swedish kind of way. It was the first time I've put my hair up (other than a ponytail or "nubbins" =P) in like three years.
...Two white trash kids were gettin' it on in one of the hall nooks. I saw them on my way to English. I also saw a lump at the back of his neck where her tongue was pushing the skin out! Okay, maybe I didn't see that. But close enough. It was not a pleasant afternoon experience. They made me want to cut my tongue out. I don't understand people who have no sense of decency. A quick peck? Okay. NOBODY wants to see anything else.
...I took John Wise to the back corner of the library and showed him a photo from the 60s of a young woman in simple clothes with beautiful long legs. He took me out behind the school and showed me his massive-temp-SUV, supposedly the kind of car that discriminatory people drive. It was sunny and we looked artsy and it's fun doing things you're not supposed to.
...I agreed to go to this senior high girls Bible study thing at the Jenny Underwood's house (new pastor's wife), and I do -not- want to go. I feel like changing into all black just to spite her.
But Tess is gonna be here in a few minutes and I don't have the time; not that I care that much anyway...
The guilty undertaker signs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The sliver saxophones say I should
Refuse you
Cracked bells and washed out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
It's not that way
I wasn't born to lose you
I want you
I want you
I want you
So bad
...Two white trash kids were gettin' it on in one of the hall nooks. I saw them on my way to English. I also saw a lump at the back of his neck where her tongue was pushing the skin out! Okay, maybe I didn't see that. But close enough. It was not a pleasant afternoon experience. They made me want to cut my tongue out. I don't understand people who have no sense of decency. A quick peck? Okay. NOBODY wants to see anything else.
...I took John Wise to the back corner of the library and showed him a photo from the 60s of a young woman in simple clothes with beautiful long legs. He took me out behind the school and showed me his massive-temp-SUV, supposedly the kind of car that discriminatory people drive. It was sunny and we looked artsy and it's fun doing things you're not supposed to.
...I agreed to go to this senior high girls Bible study thing at the Jenny Underwood's house (new pastor's wife), and I do -not- want to go. I feel like changing into all black just to spite her.
But Tess is gonna be here in a few minutes and I don't have the time; not that I care that much anyway...
The guilty undertaker signs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The sliver saxophones say I should
Refuse you
Cracked bells and washed out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
It's not that way
I wasn't born to lose you
I want you
I want you
I want you
So bad
posted by Angela at 6:13 PM
1 Comments:
Oh Angela. Why did you agree to go to that Bible study at HER place, of all people??? Get out, if you still can!! And, yes, I think Lodi was a town even back then! The Peace of Lodi was ... a very peaceful time in Lodi.
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