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by advertisement
Feeling: frisky
6:25 Sunday Evening   Stranger's Laps and a Pink Balloon Today I -Woke up, got dressed, ate a small breakfast -Went to church -Went downtown with family minus Chelsea -Saw the golden human statue -Got involved in a busker's act (Robert Blake, Dutch magician) -"Levitated" and had my head in a stranger's lap while a different stranger's head was lying in mine -Got kissed on the cheek by a Fat Dutchman whom I hadn't known more than 20 minutes. -Ate a salad and petted a calico kitten -Saw the fountain human statue -Voluntarily danced in front of 200/300 people -Had the busker put his coat and hat on me -Received a pink balloon shaped into a heart -Watched another busker show -Went home Yesterday was the ROCKY HORROR SHOW AT 11 PM AND OH MY GOD IT WAS EFFING AMAZING. Caleb came over that afternoon and we went to Scott's and hung out there a while and bussed downtown with Scott, Gwen, Arina, Arina's sister, Kerry, Chris, and Frances. Arina was dressed up as a nurse (like Frank-N-Furtur on teh way up to the laboratory!), Arina's older sister had a great Magenta costume, Kerry looked fabulous in her Columbia outfit, and Chris was stunning as Riff Raff. It was fun to the extreme, and Caleb even enjoyed himself which was a big plus. He kissed me on the cheek and i got butterflies in my stomach for the first time in months. This week and weekend have been so freakishly amazing. Too bad school starts so soon.
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D'OH!
: P
Well I'm leaving you a note here instead of at lyingdecember cause this one is more of you, less story, and i'm talking about you, not the story. actually I'm talking about me. But I'm talking TO you.

I've been swimming over 10 years, and I didn't use to be this fast jerk, but somewhere in there I became one. I dont know about your league, but in mine all the fast kids know each other and most of them are friends and they live in this ...cont.
...little world all to themselves. And I was part of it without knowing it. I mean, I didn't talk to anyone else on the team because I didn't know them. I didn't practice with them because I was going to the ridiculously early morning practice. And then I stopped going to practices, fell out of shape. I didn't like swimming anymore. It was a chore. And I wasn't friends with them anymore. Makes sense, since I didn't see them for over a year. cont.
But for some reason every September I would sign up again, go to an age group practice till november, then quit. But I would still swim my high school team, cause if you're like me you can never really quit. And whenever I see any of my old friends at meets they might say hi to me, but there are no real conversations. And suddenly I have this urge to get fast again and just show them. But I dont want to be friends with only them again.
I'm sorry for all of that.
It's just that none of my friends at school swim and they don't understand me. For some reason I think you will.
Also I dont know HOW you could dance in front of 200/300 people!
I'm PSYCHIC.

And I've left you notes before on this diary.

And I think you used to have a similar font on this one as on the one where you write your journals.

And this one was the only friend.

Speaking of friends, may I friend you? You have interesting things to say and you didn't get mad at my for my long rant slash story of my life.

heh :)
Yes. I love the summer league. After it's over I'm like "I'm going to swim all year so that I'm better in the summer!" But of course it doesn't happen.

We're leaving notes at the same time.
Are you the one from New Zealand? Or am I thinking of someone else?

SOMEONE is from New Zealand.
ohhhhhhh man, robert blake. *envy* one of the best street magicians. that's so bliddy awesome.
You can call me that from now on.

Well to prove my psychic/investigative skills, I went through all of your All Comments to find myself. And I did.
Like three times I think, saying stupid things.

I think before I was like "hmm this advertisement girl sets her diary up like sobyootiful" but my psychic skills failed me that time and I never connected the dots.

My cat is licking a plastic bag again. Uh oh.
look in 51 or 52 i think.
i had some dirty latin words.
I use it all the time, with my Latin buddies. Charlotte and I are the coolest of all of them. So what I'm really saying is that they're pathetic.

Anyway I went to sobyootiful to look over there too and there are things I wrote almost a year ago.

About your vomit dream and cicadas.