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About To Burst...

Posted on 2006.06.12 at 15:15
Current Mood: indescribableindescribable
Current Music: Serge Gainsborough
Ten days until camp. Ten zarking days, my fr00ds. That means three days and a week. On the 22nd I fly to and arrive at Portsmouth, and am then driven to camp, where I stay until August 10. Skool is out, and I am happy, if freckled, zit-covered, and Doc Martened. I ended up not going to the Elvis Costello concert- I went into my batcave (not a coincidental name) and read Yevgeny Yevtushenko aloud, trying to pronounce the Russian names, to my wall of LP album covers. I have decided to dye my hair at camp-a Jewfro on a white girl is silly, dreads on white kids are Rastafarian cross-cultural junk, and I can't think of anything else to do but go skinhead.

There's an idea. Ditch my nerdy rude girl cover and dive for the skinhead. Would I be a frada? No, I would not. I would be a wally. Wally is an acronym for "Women Always Look Longingly At You".  But it's used for both genders. Can you tell I have to go to the Gay Pride parade and hand out condoms printed with the logo of my father's business? I'm going to be mentally scared from the embarrassment. Hopefully I can do pamphlets or something instead.

I bought a red Chinese outfit today for fifty cents, top and bottom. It's pretty deck. I'm going to go eat now-I haven't had anything to-day and it is almost half-past three. I think I have dieted enough. I have "Julia" by the Beatles stuck in my head, and I wonder how long it will last, and how I remember the words when I haven't heard it in years. Since I was five and I knew half the words. I remember being five because it was my fifth birthday and Alan was humming it while we were hiding in a cabinet, and my mater heard and found us. I still haven't forgiven him-I had to wear a pink dress.

For my graduation I am wearing a zoot suit with reet pleats. That's the way it's going to be. The rules say you need to have a strapped pastel dress, decent length, but on the other hand, the boys have no rules and nothing is cooler than stomping on an outdated sexist tradition like that, giving the principal the finger, and having it be the last night of school so you can go and party away afterwards without being punished by the big cheese himself.

Comments:


Brackett
aliseadae at 2006-06-12 22:15 (UTC) (Link)
pastel? bleah. that is too many rules...
(Anonymous) at 2006-06-13 14:26 (UTC) (Link)
"Can you tell I have to go to the Gay Pride parade and hand out condoms printed with the logo of my father's business? "

Yeah, because that's not awkward at all...

I feel for you.

w00t! Go you. Pastel dress? Bleh. What did i wear? Y'know i don't think we even had a graduation in middle skool. i just wore khakis and a white shirt to the high skool one. The band had to play, guess what? Yep. The curse of graduations everywhere-pomp and circumstance. Not a bad song, but after the 2023489573th time it gets annoying. Anyway, back to clothes and suchlike, sarah yelled at us for being totally uncreative. (Half the band was wearing that)

But i'm sure y'all don't care. Anyway. I haven't been on here for a while...so hi! Hello. Eating your weetabix? Good girl. Keep it up, frood.
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