don't let the smell stop you

Thursday, December 09, 2004

daft punk - harder, better, faster, stronger

i live for moments like this.
every day at work. bryce and i stare at eachother, bored, over a pool full of screaming kids. he suddenly sits up, sticks out his chest, tucks in his chin and rubs his nipples.
seriously. every single day. we sit there and don't say a word over the radios (ugh, sandi), but we wave and stretch and flirt and today, have a fist fight 150 feet across from each other. it's one of the most unique recurring things i've ever encountered.
oops, says little ol' me! i felt really guilty about saying no to alex.. so i said i'd go to the dance with him... and since then i've been thinking "ugh, dance?!" i hated winter ball. homecoming i tried it again, thinking it was only lame 'cause of my date. but tommy is seriously one of the best guys i know, and i still hated it. so, dances are out. they're a waste of money, the only fun part about them is the whole dressing up and eating out part. so now i get to tell him tomorrow "um, sorry, but no." i am such a bitch.
but hey, get this! just talking to david, like, just now.

CaptainSEDUCT0: and my sister likes you more than she likes elaina!
CaptainSEDUCT0: and so do I
CaptainSEDUCT0: for real
missinglunchbox: wow. and your sister barely knows me. cool.
CaptainSEDUCT0: yeah, for real
CaptainSEDUCT0: she says elaina's no good for guys cause she's so friendly... she got pissed off at her so bad last time she saw her
CaptainSEDUCT0: but for real, I love you

and see, elaina is my idol. my goddess. if i could just... obsorb someone's traits, i'd take hers. a little more considerate, maybe, but otherwise... she's just the fantastic person. loud and sarcastic and not afraid of anything. totally convinced that everything she does is perfect and enviable. she listens when you've got a problem, and can meet people faster than anyone else i know. i mean, who else do you know meets "the gas station guys", takes them out to dinner, and hangs out at the apartment of their waiter in the same night? i love elaina. hell, i met all my favorites through her. she's amazing.
haha, i even met cole through her! the whole mallrats thing. i'd forgotten about that, until just now. i love cole.

mistacole17: i wish it worked the abs more
mistacole17: but hey, if all goes well i will work those in other activities ;-)
missinglunchbox: ooooh.
missinglunchbox: cole's got a potential?
mistacole17: coles got nothin
mistacole17: lol
mistacole17: keeping his options open

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

mars volta - cicatriz esp

as i sit here nursing a giant coffee-shop style cup of hot cocoa, i'm thinking one thing: the holidays aren't turning out half as bad as i thought they would. the cd burner, plus the new cd player my dad bought for me today, are two "monetary objects" that are cheering me up. but more than that, i've got my friend back! sure i was busy, but that doesn't mean anything if you've got no meaningful relationships going on. it was all "hi! gotta run! bye!" and in the downtime, steph was always busy off with her boyfriend, or i was too tired at jamie's to stay awake. what was worse: i'd walk through the hallways after school, and there'd be no one to stop and talk to. i'd just walk to my car and drive home. it was lame, really.
but i have my friend back! god, liz and i are so immature. i can't believe we didn't talk to each other for... months. and now it's cool again! we skip lunches to go get starbucks, make plans to do random things that no one else ever wants to do with me. and what's better? we do them! take today. she was going to get me out of my class so we could go off, only i wasn't at school. yeah, i know, but it's the thought that counts. so 'round 5 she comes over, we watch citizen kane and bake cookies (and ohhh man, don't get me started on those cookie cutters!) 7:30, it's all dark and rainy outside, and we take off on a run to the aquatic center, laughing about rapists and drunk drivers. at the pool we swim for a half hour or so, and in the locker room i start talking to this woman about swim lessons and jogging in california, and she gives me bottled water! very cool. and then we ran home again. maybe it's the convenience of living so close, but it's great having someone to just call up randomly and take off. it just doesn't work that way with the other people in my life. either they can't (tuey) or they live too far away (ryan, david, elaina, cole, william...) so. i'm content. sort of. still chewing ice, but hopefully not for long.

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

credence clearwater revival - jeremiah was a bullfrog

okay, so if he ever finds this thing, this will immediately disappear. just so you know.
so i'm teaching lessons to my uber-cool kids, james and rhianna and luke. and out of nowhere, this asian kid in a track suit is trying to get my attention, all "hey, are you chelsea??" and he says alex wants me to go with him to winter ball.
scuze me, turning into a 12 year old, but... OMFG! haha! lolololol! holy shit i cannot get over it.
aw geeze. last thing you expected to hear, huh? alex is awesome. he's my homie at osc. today i found out he swims for king, so's i told him about how we're in the same building, twice, nearly every day! and, well, then that happened. he gets his friend to ask me to a dance? what the hell is that? sixth grade?! i told the guy in the tracksuit to have alex talk to me. nothing yet.
almost fell asleep at jamie's watching them play crash bandacoot. i love that game to pieces. but i dozed off before it got to be my turn, so i took the hint and went home. yet.. here it is... 30 minutes later and i'm not even close to sleeping.
i need a jordan catalano in my life. mm, yeah. that's the answer all right.

Sunday, December 05, 2004

simon and garfunkel - america

"At the age of six years I wanted to be a chef. At the age of seven I wanted to be Napoleon. My ambitions have continued to grow at the same rate ever since." - Salvadore Dali

i should have something witty to say about that quote. but i don't. i just think it's entertaining, both because of the quote itself, and how sure of himself dali was. david and i were exchanging our views on art. him - "yes, i am an art fag..." charming.
so, an hour after i opened this, here i am. there's this website. http://www.televisionwithoutpity.com and it recaps lots of tv shows. so here i've sat all day, reading old recaps of my so-called life. lame, huh? willingly giving up the opportunity to have a so-called life of my own, just to read about someone else's. which, of course, only points out how plainly dull my weekend has been.
house-touring was fun, though. so was spending pointless amounts of money at pier 1 imports.