damn delayed flight. damn damn damn. i have a one o'clock call and i really wanted to meet autry at the airport but noooooo, her flight's delayed, so my dad's gonna meet her and bring her over to the theater. and i'm all jittery and shit and i have nothing to do but sit here and type so that's what i'm gonna do. type. type. i really don't have much to say because my brain's moving to fast for me to get any thoughts out and written down. my brain's moving about five times faster than my body and i have all this excess energy that's manifesting itself in the form of nervous habits. sikursbvsrnsuvoiusfubsrgibugrs. suiesbuivbsnuouxfjbbdvkuUI:u iuefb uf euibbua eubsbc b sefug ;iueruig efu b ufsdvu ru skufgr ouesru;oiszrhiofgub rsoihasdvgh ksdfuhasr ;g uosuiga kdxzgxduvhg sudfo usduvgh soudg sodfh iv M <--say my spazzing fingers. wow that felt good. hmmmm. whipped cream yummy. i should eat something. i should try yo slow down my thought process. it's been almost exactly three months since i last say autry. squee. everything's planned. me happy...oh so happy...except for the whole delayed flight thing. that make me mad. i hate my brain. it woke me up really early this morning and would let me go back to sleep for a really long time. hurrah...i have a job and 72 dollars because people are cool and i actually have two jobs and they're both part time but i make good money. and money can be a really good thing sometimes. for buying cool pins and getting me in places. dat's all i need it for. my mum sits here talking to me about george barnard shaw. hm...pygmalion. paz said she felt like a ditz for not making me official stage manager for those two shows. cuz i always end up feeling like i'm stage managing anyway. ladeda...i want autry to get here so i can have some fun. nervoustensionnervoustensionnervoustensionnervoustensionhave i been listening to take on me too much lately? subliminal messages get in my brain aagagaaaaaaaaaagh get them out!!! la. hm. what else will i write. toni you are silly. so there. and i hate my uteras. ergeshmerferner. of sourse i would get my period now. fuck my body. hm, yes do that. fun. except i'm bleeding from the crotch. some days i ate being a girl. then again i wouldn't want to be a guy either no matter how much you paid me but i'm tired of being as girly as i am i hate being girly. hate hate ate it. but there's nothing i can really do...not really...that's just kinda how i am as much as i try to always be tough and always be the strong one i still am such a girl. sdubvsiuvsbuvsuibrgsvuibfs. ergh. i will never ever ever ever ever write a song about sibbe. i ficking hate sibbie. hey stinkoman. did you just call me stinkoman? homestar you put your head back on right now. i tink i need to sleep. except not. cuz i can't. eat, maybe? marshmallows! whipped cream! it all started when i decided to drink thirty-two glasses of melonade. will and i will eat all the pound cake. yummy yummy. i really want some fresh strawberries with whipped cream right now. mmmmm yummy. yummy yummy. i like sweet stuff. and yummy stuff. and i'm hungry in case you haven't figured thst out yet. autry's birthday present is sitting right next to me. hm it's pretty. well actually it's in something pretty. she has a hot pink guitar. i got an 80 on her quiz the second time. hum de dum...damn autry's plane just get here already. raar. ergh. when i was in eighth grade our plane was delayed for an hour...we sprinted across the airport cuz our other plane had been late and then we got to the gate and the plane was delayed. so we played poker with my deck of cards and sat at the gate and then they moved us to another gate and all the people on that trip were bitchy. they ditched me in the holocast museum. xcufsbuvSDIBUvsdbuivesuibuirf. i hated them. i still do. ergh. hated hat school too. hm i thought the gms punks were the hardcorest thing ever...but i realize now that they really weren't. at all. they were preteen groupies of a sort...the rather cool sort, but stillgroupies. hm. i remember when i still talked to anna and she told me about rossi and stunt monkey. i wonder how she's doing now. i haven't seen her in over a year. oh well. whatever. mitchell park. that's where i had my...second kiss. i don't think the first one a few months earler was a dream. that was a weird night. disco ball spinning stars onto the wall like a nigth sky with no moon...that's what that night was cuz they had the disco ball and it was spinning and i looked at it and the bass was pounding through me and i was dancing with hannah and it was so beautiful and fun and completely unreal...the whole hannah thing in general seems unreal. merferschner. i think ima go eat now. maybe i stream of consciousness more later. my consciousnesss is screwed up. i loff you all. eeee autry be here soon!