Shiny Bows and Crinkle paper!
Hullo, and Merry Christmas!
a great day to celebrate Jesus and everything else!
plus da presents roxor!
i got purple checked pants!
Watchyinz get?
~!NL!~
Blog Category: Life
Playing (Music): even flow -pearl Jam
Current mood: holidayish
Added on: 25/12/2007 10:41:44
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the unacceptables part one contin.
walking down the hall with shelly on my back i thought about my choices. I could take out my peircings laser remove my tats, dye my hair, buy new clothes.....but i didnt want to. it was stupid, i was condemming myself for somthing as stupid as doc martins and flannel, but it seemed important. i thought about shelly who wore a lime green skull print hoodie even though her sister had been taken away for the purple version. i couldnt deny everyone elses bravery, i couldnt shame myself like that. i was being stupid. 'but it wont be bad' i thought 'this is america' i guess i forgot about world war 2.
the audtorium looked painfully bare, always it had had backrounds props or posters dotting the stage and walls but now it was frightningly sterile. the drama teacher was sitting at her desk backstage trying not to look at us as we filed in. i saw half of her cast from last years musical talking in the front row. more than eight more were scattered through out the crowd. forty one kids were in the room. i saw the band and art rooms had been emptied as i walked to an empty pair of seats.
i set shelly down and waited in my seat for whatever was going on. i like to prettend like i had no clue but i knew. i twirled the rings on my fingers anxiously, my classring suddenly seeming two sizes to big and pounds heavier. the red stone seemed dull and lifeless.
i popped in my headphones and stared at ms. jackstone. how would she put on this years show? i hoped she rememered this everytime she had to paint her own stage set.
finally an hour later 2 men in black suits walked in accompanied by our security guards and ten police men. they didnt say anything as they loaded us onto a school bus with grates on the windows and no emergency exits.
it was cold out and i was glad i hadnt gone to my locker earlier. i was wearing a pair of black tripp pants with pj's underthem, a wife beater, longsleeved tee, tiedyed shirt, a icp hoodie, and my big carhardt winter coat. i had my bag full of cd's makeup and a fishnet shirt. it had been one of those days i had decided to say fuck off to school and brought no supplies. i grbbed my leather fingerless gloves out of my pocket and put them on. No heat on the bus.
Blog Category: Writing and Poetry
Playing (Music): alice in chains- man in the box/would/noexcuses/ downinahole
Current mood: my back hurts
Added on: 06/12/2007 10:31:59
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