I really don’t feel like doing any work today.
Despite the fact that I have an essay to complete, I’d rather be here talking to you.
So how are you today?
I’m fine, thanks.
Listen, I’m sorry for what I said to your brother.
Mainly because your dad read our chat logs and now he hates me.
But also kinda because I shouldn’t have said it in the first place.
But don’t tell your brother.
He might see that I’m actually human on the inside
and start chasing me again.
And we can’t have that, can we?
I also would like to apologize to your brother
for how I’ve talked to him in the past.
The last conversation I had with him was about you
and I used too many metaphors reliant on sea life.
So my apologies.
I have an essay to write, so I will see you and talk to you tomorrow.
Farewell, my favorite sophomore.
alice.
I got a fabulous new pair of boots at target for $14.99 on sale. They’re perfect for winter…hopefully they will last til next fall. (Thanks to the 3.5″-4″ heel, I’m 5′4″-5′5″ with them on. Therefore, I will be wearing them a lot, especially around all my guy friends who make fun of me for being short. I do enjoy being cuddle-sized, but I also enjoy being tall and elegant once in a while.) I can’t wait to pair them with bright tights and fall florals like these:
I’m also a huge fan of plaid nails. Mine are currently white and gold plaid over hot pink. I use art deco nail polishes (purchased at Forever 21) for the plaid details. The hot pink is also from Forever 21. I’ve been experimenting with a bunch of different plaids lately. Everyone’s wearing plaid these days–I hope the plaid fad isn’t planning on fading anytime soon!
I also painted my toes gold. They’re so fantastically festive 
The holiday season is quickly approaching, and I can’t wait for all the Christmas shopping! I love shopping for others more than I love shopping for myself.
Oh–and for those with guy friends that are hard to shop for, try this site. They have the most fantastic ninja-star push pins. And mugs that say “FTW!” and “WTF?” and fail stickers.
Hope things are going well in Connecticut….and everywhere else!
And for the daily dose of music:
The city lights shine so bright
Brings back the look in your eyes
alice.
Jumping into my kaleidoscope of insanity. I process all of my insignificant teenage thoughts. Drama, drama, drama. Band drama. Friend drama. Boy drama. School drama. It’s all a little bit very redundant.
Jumping ahead of the rhythms. I spend an hour with my lips on a vandoren mouthpiece. Seventh chair, fourteenth chair. It’s all the same to the rest. It’s all the difference in the world to me.
Jumping into math class. She sits behind me, and she’s been behind me all year. And now she’s behind me in band. In fourteenth chair. She asks for help on a few questions. I question her motives. Welcome to my cynical life.
Jumping into his arms. We meet for moments on the stairs. I jokingly threaten to push him down the stairs. He says that if anyone ever pushed me down the stairs, he’d catch me. Mainly ’cause if he didn’t, I’d be pissed. We hug briefly, smile, and say goodbye.
Jumping into his arms. At least, I wish I were. He’s taller this time, and I call him something else. He is someone else. I sit next to him at lunch, and melt a little bit every time he smiles. He’s just that adorable. We joke around, smile, and chat…but only as friends.
Jumping into my homework. Damn. Torture belongs in medieval Europe. Not suburban Ohio.
Jumping into the real world. I imagine that someday, I’ll just marry a rich guy and have a buttload of slaves servants to do all math-related work for me.
Jumping into the real real world. I realize that in order for that to happen, I have to find a man that can handle me.
And I know, baby, just how you feel.
You’ve got to roll with the punches to get to what’s real
alice.
Oh, December.
The weather, the things that begin in December.
They’re all so magical.
I wish it could be December forever.
Actually, I don’t wish it to be December forever.
‘Cause that would mean I’d be stuck forever.
Stuck where?
On the fence between Sanity
And Sanity’s close friend.
Sanity.
But whichever way I go, at least I’ll be off the fence.
And on to a new year.
And that’s what matters.
Right?
I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass
alice.
my parents have decided to confiscate my computer until I reach a certain goal that shows them that I am capable of functioning without one.
Yeah, it didn’t make sense to me either. And they haven’t even established any goal yet, so I have to live computer-less with no purpose besides getting good grades and getting back at my parents. Which naturally means I’m probably just going to be hanging out with my friends more and spending less time on facebook. It doesn’t matter to me, it’s all time spent talking with people I actually enjoy being around.
Naturally, because of this, I’ll have to blog when I can, on the family computer (a.k.a. the ancient, overflowed piece of crap that takes forever to load 100 pixel images). Not like anyone reads this anyways. But I’ll probably just journal and then type them up when I have time. Anyways, til later.
alice.
Why is it that I left him fifteen minutes ago
And I already can’t wait to see him again?
Why is it that his arm fits around my shoulder
Like a missing piece of the puzzle?
Why is it that his cheek resting on my forehead
Makes me want to sit on his lap forever?
And why is it that when I listen to his heart beating, my cheek resting on his chest
Mine skips a beat
Just to be in time with his?
alice.
I’ll be the one you’re falling over every time you laugh
And you say shut up, shut up, every time I say it.
alice.
Life is simple today, of all days.
She skips jauntily into the darkness with her friends
With his arm around her shoulder.
They leave the light, the music,
The people who babble and converse
Like a massive intersection of so many brooks.
They leave the world behind
They enter the theatre.
They all talk quietly amongst themselves
Like a secret group
Secretly meeting
Secretly.
They toss around lighthearted jokes
And “That’s What She Saids”
Like any high schoolers would.
Laughing
Like most high schoolers would.
She sits in a chair, as he does
Facing him, talking to the group
His arm still around her shoulder.
He is her leg rest today
Like most days.
Today, he lightly strokes her calf
Today, he sends shivers up her spine
And back down again.
He is gentle unlike most high school boys
He respects her.
Unlike most high school boys.
And she can’t stand it
Because she can’t have him.
Not yet.
Not until January.
And it kills her.
Later, she sits in his lap in the passenger seat of his brother’s car
Laughing with him
His brother sits in the driver’s seat.
His brother is not amused.
She and his brother are a story that was never written,
Mainly because she didn’t want it to be written.
So it wasn’t written.
His brothers words echo in her mind:
“You stay away from my brother,
You hear?”
And she heard.
But that doesn’t mean she plans to obey.
Instead, she talks to him
She walks with him,
his arm around her shoulder
She sits in his lap
She sits by him and laughs with him.
It pisses his brother off
But it doesn’t matter.
She can’t have him anyways.
But is this infatuation different from
All those other infatuated moments;
Does it set itself apart?
She doesn’t know.
She can’t know.
All she knows is the thought of him sends shivers up her spine
And back down again.
alice.
I’m officially a member of the Sycamore High School branch of the National Honor Society. I feel so…honored. The ceremony was too long… and I have two tests tomorrow.
I must be really tired. I just spelled ‘tests’ as ‘testes’ and almost forgot to correct it.
alice.
I stumbled across this picture while surfing the web today:
Extremely bittersweet…I welled up a little bit. And Calvin’s daugter looks a lot like Suzie.
I guess they ended up together after all.
alice.
