Rendezvous
24 March 06 : 04.26 AM
TODAY I spent the entire afternoon with Nicole, after my history paper in the morning. I almost forgot how nice it feels to laugh until your abdomen aches and you're all giggly the way you'd hate seeing other girls. She's so beautiful and amazing.
TONIGHT I met up with Don, Damien, Ben and Jackson, except it was almost morning, and we went to Macdonald's, all because Damien lied, saying that he was returning to Hong Kong tomorrow. They're so hilarious, it's unbelievable. Once, we skipped class to have a meal in the canteen, and the discipline mistress came, and we quickly held tables in our hands pretending we were helping a teacher move them. When Don drove me home, he said to me, your street's so quiet. Then I thought about how pretty it is, not sinister, not unnerving, just quiet, and I like it this way.
YESTERDAY John was sending me these pictures of guys online because he was afraid I was turning homosexual. Not that he's homophobic, he just doesn't want me lesbian, with anyone other than Michelle. He also sent me pictures of pretty Japanese girls so that maybe I can try to be just like them. He means well though, he wants me to have all the boys in the world so I won't feel sad about not having that one boy's love.
NOW I'm reading the livejournal of an excruciatingly beautiful girl, with Apache blood rivering in her veins, wild hair the color of polluted sunsets; a contemporary-vintage-gypsy, with thick kohl lining her Chinese phoenix eyes and a tattoo of a seahorse slanted on her back. She has a boy who says she's beautiful at the oddest moments, like when she has toothpaste in her mouth or when she's pushing up her glasses, and calls her his moon. She takes blurry pictures of porcelain unicorns and seahorses and her cats. She's really an animal herself, like a pack of wolves. With beautiful breasts that she's proud of, lying on red carpets half-naked, naked in the bathtub of wine red rose petals, skillfully hiding where she didn't want others to see, someone takes her pictures. This is what she wrote, they see if you look at your reflection a lot during the day, you are trying to make sure that you still exist.
I'm this messgirlthing (with smudged bronze eyeliner and dewy skin right now) and I don't like looking into the mirror sometimes because.
I want to go coachella except I'm taking my A' levels and travelling alone still scares me. Anyone wanna go with me next year?