camila's absence

is due to her stupid computer. As is mine.

Bear with us.

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You might be smiling, or you might not.
There's good in him, and you can se it, or rather sense it. She doesn't believe it, doesn't feel it, but it's there. His eyes are enormous, stretched to their full creepy capacity, but you're still laughing. His loose clothes give a softer, warmer, yet somehow dirtier impression that makes you feel welcome. He's wearing your watch on his skinny brown wrist, along with his black bracelets on the other wrist and silver necklaces around his neck. And for all his threatening nature and willingness to strangle you, he feels safe because he's reliable. He isn't all teenagerish and unpredictable. Sure, he'd always kill someone he hates, but he'd also always ask why you were crying. You know you'll do that tonight... cry, that is. That's why whether he's hugging you or strangling you, you'll feel safe being surrounded by him, despite the fact that he himself isn't too tall either. So you smile, and it turns into a very unpious laugh in the middle of church, just because it's

Austin.

whee

so. who wants to do all my schoolwork for me? like, all of it? no reason, I'm just really lazy.

I have to offer:

-a large collection of business cards
-several old books I don't read anymore. you can't have any of the good ones, though.
-a snake. yes, I would miss it. I am rather fond of the creature. but you could borrow it for the rest of the school year.
-half of an eclectic wardrobe. you couldn't have the whole thing, but I could part with some of it.
-a great many half-scribbled poems and stories. claim ownership, make millions.
-lots of coins.
-british coins!
-many Sobe Drive stickers.
-a really cool tea tin. like, seriously.
-the ability to nod and smile. rant incoherantly, weep, wax rhapsodic -- I'll pretend to listen, no matter what!
-copious amounts of sex
-my sister's stuffed animals. no way are you getting mine.
-lots of half-finished cryptic crosswords
-flannel sheets. spring is coming anyway
-nail polish. shiny!
-cds. old cds. cds I am ashamed to own. I dare not even speak their names.
-a lamp or two. I have enough that I could spare them.
-a bed. I can sleep on my rug.
-a lava lamp. damn thing doesn't work well anyway.
-many lists. many many lists.


there you go. can't take them all, obviously, but claim a few and do my mathbiospanishjournalism work and let me vegetate. everybody profits, right? right?

Alex Screws Up

It was the fault of the stupid BlogThis! window, but I posted a somewhat long entry that was supposed to go on Five Walls on here instead.

Forgive and forget?

Where Camila Is.

Camila is in South Carolina.

She is there because of a Journalism trip, and she is sorely missed, especially at tonight's birthday party for our brilliant Allison.

"First you take the plank out of your own eye so you can see the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye!"
"That's no answer to the question!!"
"Did I promise an answer?"


Anika "Yes, it's all for the! Yes it's all for the!"
Nate"Yes, it's all.... over."
Anika "YES it's all for the, yes it's all for..."
Nate "Over."
Heidi "YES it's all---EEP!"


haaahahahhahahahahhahahhha
I should've been in that.