. . . . . entries for 14.8.05 . . . . .
It's Sunday here in hot, hazy, humid Binghamtonia. I am going home late today, since the Lintz family has to get going to Pittsburgh tomorrow. One of those things you just can't help, I s'pose.
So first, I'm thinking a CTK or two (or three, or four) is kind of frustrated with Charlie and myself right now for sulking off alone so much last night at Toine's. I know people like it when couples do not act couply when they're in the company of others, but goddamn it, it's not like Charlie and I ever have the opportunity to NOT be in the company of others. I apologize for circumstances we cannot control and for being sick of playing along with the group mentality when it's really not what I want to be doing, because while I do not see why I should be made to feel sorry, I still do. (But then, I do see why I should be made to feel sorry. Toine is leaving; Mikey is leaving; Dan isn't leaving as such, but is going to college, anyway. It was a goddamn farewell party, and I know that it sucks to ignore that.)
Other than my residual feeling of guilt associated with Toine's party, it was pretty fun. What with the strange activities under the trees in the rain, and the lightning game - yes, it was fun.
Still thinking that if one side or the other let up on the infernal game you CTKs play, the other side might stop being so. . . icky. It takes a lot of courage and faith in the conscience of the other party to be the first one to back off, though, and there's no particular reason for any of that to be present. So, eh. What can you do?
I also loved chilling at the Hyland home afterward - long past curfew, but eh - and meeting Nora, bantering about ROTC and history and stupid, stupid standardized tests. o.o Good times were had by all, even if it was incredibly roasty in my corduroys.
Today is not as roasty, and I am wearing my cutoffs. O, the agony and the irony, they're killing me.
I love when you're so vague so I have absolutely no bloody clue what you're talking about. xD
Seriously.
come home?
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she looks like the real thing
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out and about
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THIS IS AMERICA
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stop being depressed
{alisa}
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eating knowledge
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my dm
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are you reading this?
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approach focus
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wait a minute
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turtles! turtles! by araglas
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