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Ugh it’s summer and I’m so bored. I haven’t started the screenplay thingy yet and I haven’t been skating like I said I would because I’m suddenly obsessed with recording my own songs even though they don’t have any structure or really make any sense. Well except that Mountain Goats cover I did and sent to about a million people. But writing and recording and stuff was hard because my guitar was broken due to some shoddy soldering.

But I got the wires extended and then soldered them back on so all is good. I just watched this documentary that was just SO GOOD. It’s called Être et avoir or To Be and To Have and it was about a teacher in France teaching kids aged 4-10 in a one room schoolhouse and he taught them all the subjects and it was just so good and I think I have to buy it. It was on Sundance and I found out that every Monday they show a documentary and next Sunday they’re doing The Times of Harvey Milk which I’ve been wanting to see for forever! It won the 1985 Oscar for Best Documentary and it’s about Harvey Milk’s reign as San Francisco’s first gay city Supervisor who was asassinated with the city’s liberal mayor George Moscone. So everyone see To Be and To Have and buy it for me and stuff.

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Cool so it’s 1 AM right now and I’m reading about paper cuts. Did you know that paper cuts can also occur with other thin material, such as aluminum foil? And the reason paper cuts exist is because paper is so thin, even as thin as a razor blade, and can exert large amounts of pressure. Pain receptors on the skin cause the acute sense of pain received during a paper cut, and the wound is exposed to air which causes all that pain from a paper cut. The fingers have a great concentration of sensory receptors, so paper cuts on the fingers are more painful than paper cuts anywhere else on the body.

In other news, I found this obscene pornography in my bathroom:

Ugh stupid people leaving their erotic literature in my bathroom >:|

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I got a 96 on my Geometry final and like a 78 or so on my Biology final. Today was the last day. My mom picked me up late so me and some other people that were staying late went to the back deck and looked at the middle school kids across the street leaving. We were waving at them and talking about pedophilia and then Ms. De La Ossa comes from the hall behind us and sees us waving and she told us that the girls across the street were too young for us.

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I think I failed my PE final, I don’t think I did so good on my geography and Spanish finals, tomorrow I take my geometry and biology finals. Tomorrow’s the last day, too, and I don’t know what I’m doing. Somebody do something with me.

My mom took my brother to Jack in the Box which means I had to go to Jack in the Box. She wouldn’t let me stay in the car like I always wanna do so I had to walk in and wait for them to order. When I was walking out, the girl in front of me who was also leaving looked at me and said, “Peter?”
I said, “Yeah..Tanyaaaa…”

A few seconds went by after I said that and she was smiling, probably because it’s weird how we haven’t seen each other in a while but still remembered who or what each other used to be. Tanya was this Russian girl I used to go to school with. I hadn’t seen her since the last days of 8th grade, exactly a year from today. I haven’t seen any Lanier people since that week now that I think of it. Well except for Hannah and Marsha but still, the last time I saw them were months ago.

Then she continued the conversation. “Yeah. How are you doing?”
THen I just totally ignored her question because I’m rude. “It’s been a while.”
“Yeah, it has.”
“OK well I have to go now, so-”
And then I waved at her.
“Bye,” she said and then we both walked out.
Tanya waved goodbye when my mom was pulling out of the parking lot.

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Everything sucks! I have finals starting tomorrow through Thursday. The only thing I planned to do for the summer was go to Plan It X Fest because I assumed it would be at the Southmore House, but it’s not because Ruck and/or the guy at I <3 You Productions organized and booked it at some place an hour away in like Spring or the Woodlands or Magnolia or something. And then I find out Marsha is going to Europe and I don’t know when she’s going or when she’s coming back so I don’t know if she can make it to Architecture in Helsinki and I haven’t seen her in like 10 months and I need to give her her Communist Manifesto and she needs to get me my ViewMaster. Blah blah blah typical LiveJournal whining. Then instead of Fox’s regular schedule where they show the Simpsons and King of the Hill they’re playing some crappy Star Wars movie nobody cares about. I tried ripping all of my CD’s but it took too long, I think I only ripped like 8 or 9 CD’s. And I taped an English review and some kids expected me to type up a transcription for them but I’m too cool for that so I used my wicked DJ skills to transfer the tape to my computer and then mix it. I found a tripod so I was playing around with it. It fit my camera, but while I was adjusting things I accidently pushed the trigger. I like the picture that came out.

She remembered home as only degrees of summer.
Entire afternoons devoted to a single green apple, the swirling clouds in glass jars of water that always resolved themselves in purples with each dip of her brush. Ben the teenage drag race casualty with his slowed studied way and sudden smile or Albert the teenage drag race champion always in a different nice shirt that never fit right. They’d both stop by without anything much to say but a whole lot of questions if and when they’d ever chance upon each other.

Oh yeah and there was like a Rosa reunion show this afternoon and they were shooting hoops at Lanier before the show or something. Too bad the guy told me like 90 minutes before the thing started.