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I herp and I derp and I blow the house down.
Crew kid, fencer, and nerd supreme. Expect to see lots of ships and opinions.
Crew kid, fencer, and nerd supreme. Expect to see lots of ships and opinions.
I went to Sammy Hagar’s book signing, aww yeah.
The crowd consisted of middle-aged slobs and their resentful middle school children. However, I had actually taken some time with my outfit (pictured above), because I refuse to give off an air of non-give-a-fuck-ery. Especially not around Sammy Hagar. He had to climb his way up for most of his life, and he always, always gave a fuck.
Anyway. My mom, dad, and I stood on line for maybe fifteen minutes. When it was our turn, the employees were hurrying everybody along, grabbing the book out of my hand and passing it off to Sammy as if it were a baton, and he just signed each one and acknowledged the customer’s presence and moved on to the next one. Ridiculous. However, when I stepped up, he looked at me and (allegedly) said “Oh, wow.” As in oh wow someone who gives a shit, this is a rare species let me do more than acknowledge her presence.
He looked at my shirt and said “I really like your shirt, do they make it in men’s sizes?” And though I was grinning like an idiot, I mustered up a witty-enough retort: “I’m not sure, though I’ll check for you,” at which he chortled, and then gave me a high five. The assholes employees were trying to rush us out, but Sammy insisted I’d be allowed my picture with him. Which was awesome. <3 And my dad casually thanked him, like, “Thanks, Sammy!” as if they were lifelong bros or something.
All in all, it was fucking great. And it was the first time I’d met a celebrity. Which I’m somewhat ashamed to say because I’ve been on this earth for fourteen years. But still.
I’ve had a cough for two whole weeks. It’s getting worse right now. Last night when I got home, I was getting ready for bed and it erupted from my throat. I coughed so hard I had to go barf a little.
Just now, I was getting ready to take a shower and it happened again, but I contained the barf, which I guess I shouldn’t have because whatever’s in there is probably bad and the acid’s already touched my esophagus and whatnot so I should have just let it out but whatever, I’ll remember that for fucking tomorrow when it will undoubtedly repeat itself.
I tried a lozenge, but I coughed and the cough drop just went PCHOOOOOO down my gullet without my consent. And I was going to go downstairs and make some sugary water to help my throat but my mom was there and I really don’t want to talk to her.
Should I even go to crew tomorrow morning? I’m afraid of hacking up a lung in the boat and barfing over the side.
Fuck yes.
Are you kidding me.
I need someone’s company. More than that, I’d really appreciate someone’s love. And I’d do fine with sloppy drunk makeouts.
I’m not often emotional, I’m normally quite content. But on the off-chance I feel upset or angry or lonely, I kinda just ignore my own needs and continue entertaining everyone else, ‘cause that’s what I’m best at.
It might help to post my feeeeeeeliiiiiiinnnnnggggzzzz here:
I feel pretty lonely at the minute. My social life could possibly be improving, but I feel so lonely nonetheless. I need someone to fall in love with. I don’t need a new friend. I don’t need a new best friend. I need someone to kiss me and put their fingers in my hair and kiss me more. Someone who will tell me I’m everything to them.
That would be nice.
I don’t hate high school. I just want the freedom of college. I want to get up at 3:00 for crew. I want to eat wherever the fuck I want. I want to join a club for everything. I want to take awesome courses. I want to go to parties. I want to be able to do anything on foot. It would be so much fun.
I wake up at 7 to get to the station to take the trains in. I wait on line at 10. If you know what the Metropolitan Museum of Art looks like, the line was from the stairs to the corner back to the stairs.
I waited on line for a good hour and a half. When we’re finally close, they announce the exhibit is closed. FFFFFFFU-
Oh well. We went to visit Columbia. It’s beautiful and perfect and has great sports and I want to live there.
I’ve got a working name for it and I’m writing a song right now and everything.
I’m so excited.
