wouldn't a one armed scissor be a pointy stick?
<<2002-02-12 - 5:35 p.m.>>

hmm... today was really odd. yesterday i felt terrible, but things didn't turn out so bad. just... odd. so me and scout ARENT over, really. but it's different. there's a tension between us. or at least i can feel the tension. every move she makes i'm super-aware of, so scared every minute that she could turn away and not come back again. i dunno. it's weird. i can't laugh as easily with her. it's all changed. maybe i'm overreacting. i AM overreacting.

i just started to explain my theory about how my insecurity with scout and my ideals of a perfect friendship were related to my coldplay slash story and then i just deleted it because it was quite stupid. seriously.

so anyway, i haven't seen pants for a while. i'm wondering where he's gone. and everyone's coming up to me and all like "ommmggg i cant believe u left the math class! WTFFF!!!1!1!!" haha, well, not really. but whenever people complain i put it in newbie speak. i mean, they weren't really complaining. they all think i'm taking an independent instead of math, and i don't know who told them that, but i'm only getting homework help. yeah. my history class is pretty ass boring, but i can do the homework right after i get it and my french class has always been boring and sam doesn't really talk to me anymore.

however.

today a british boy named james visited our school. he was uber-european - he wore a black turtleneck, black leather jacket, black pants, black shoes, and his hair was fashionably messy. he looked like a . he was sitting in the library during lunch today and i swear to god it was like some sort of freak show - all the "popular" abercrombie-wearing bimbos were filtering past him in a line, staring at him and trying not to make it look obvious. it was so hilarious. we just sat and watched it. and then when they ran away to go giggle about how hot he was, we went up to him and said "do you know you're being watched?" and then his voice OH MY GOD HIS VOICE... after he spoke to us, i slunk away to go sit in a corner and wish i was chris martin's wife or love slave or something like that. he was pretty gorgeous, but i wasn't going to stare at him. sam was flipping out though, it was pretty hilarious.

so yeah, that's my entry for today.

ps: a fabulous quote from a chris martin interview in 2000:

Already, you seem to have developed an attitude towards music critics. Why?
"After this album, we're not planning to do any interviews at all. Either because we won't have to - because we'll be so massive - or because we'll have been dropped. I'm fully expecting the album to be panned, because we've put so much work into it. That's what hurts - when people criticise you and dismiss all your effort in just a couple of thoughtless lines. Every time I read something which attacks us, ever if it's only a tiny little thing in an article not even about us, it gets me there. It's upsetting, but it makes you more determined."

pps: Ayachan Fujimiya: you should give that to people on valentine's day
TheBuckmister: yes!
TheBuckmister: good idea!
TheBuckmister: but theres a problem!
Ayachan Fujimiya: what?
TheBuckmister: I've already given it to just about everyone I know!
Ayachan Fujimiya: damn
Ayachan Fujimiya: well
Ayachan Fujimiya: find something new!
TheBuckmister: That sounds suspiciously like effort.