Thursday, June 01, 2006
your silhouette

i am teething. as amusing as that may sound, coming from a soon-to-be eighteen-year-old, it's true. and painful. am mournful and sulky as a result. whined to my sister but she just laughed. i don't see the point in having wisdom teeth, really. i'll fly into a rage if they don't all fit neatly into my jaw. i didn't need braces before, and i don't want to extract anything unnecessarily. gah.

oh, and i'll be down in town tomorrow all day selling pinwheels. it'd be really nice if you could drop by to buy one or two. i'll even flash you a big toothy smile. and refrain from biting. =D

why is jean always busy on my birthday? and my family too. we hardly ever celebrate it on the actual date nowadays. maybe i'll just oh, start doing my gp homework on my eighteenth birthday. hahaha at least it'll be better than last year, when i got hauled off to UH camp and caused a scandal by bathing with sam. how was i supposed to know that most girls don't bathe with their friends? we always changed in front of each other in guides.

i rather like roger, somehow, despite his initial cowardice. i like the way he sings certain lines - 'take your brown eyes, your pretty smile, your silhouette', 'i'm not lying, i've been trying, no one's perfect - i've got baggage', 'i should tell you i'm disaster' and yeah he sings it a lot better. lots of emotion, rather convincing, etc. and yeah hell i like roger, he's the archetypal songwriter type with skeletons in the closet. but i guess everyone has secrets to hide. i tend to like fictional characters because they are perfect in their imperfections, whereas i'm not sure i can handle imperfect imperfections.
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