Your Favorite Annoying Teen

We lost the game.

It was intense. There was blood in the air and tension tighter than the stays in a corset.

Could not effing breathe.

They won because they had a girl that single handedly carried their team whom I have christened the EvenStar while passing her in the hallway tonight and her friend loved. During the game we Odds would have rather seen her throat ripped out.
Crazy.

We lost by 8 points maybe. It sucked.

I nearly cried when the new coaches were named. I felt sad when we lost. I can't really talk and have serious Smoker Voice.

I was going to go to a part but then a I got there and instinct raged at me to turn the fuck back so I did. I hung out with some friends and now I'm here.

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Muse Love

Oh and Jay nearly scared the shit out of me tonight. I walk in to the computer lab and do a "ho fuck" step in and step back "what?! Oh my god!" He's laying over the chair like he is dead. I lost my breath entirely and my heart beat madly...And then it hit me he was probably doing one of those famed weird things he does and I kind of nearly collapsed in the doorway laughing until my ab seized and I had a dagger of pain in my side...all within a period of two or three seconds. I said his name a couple times as I registered that that pose probably felt good.
We exchanged minimal words. The image of him strewn back across the chair is burned in to my retinas. It was for a moment one of my worst fears personified.
He is such an interesting character. In one sense I don't like him but in another my muse has wrapped herself around him...
I want to take his photograph sometimes, be like "Can you do that thing where you scared the shit out of me again?" The other day his door was open and all you could see was him sitting in a chair in the middle of his dusk-lit room with a notebook and a pen. These are the things an artist lives on...Those images, those exceedingly strange characters.
He is my muse love.

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Anyway, I'm going to bed now. It's dose son y quince la manana (dunno if I said that right) and I need sleep and homework tomorrow.

Peace.
~Lo

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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (1) Share on Facebook A summery of Your Favorite Annoying T... Hello, I am YFAT or Lo. I have been writing/around on Journal Scape for over a decade now. Time flies! This journal chronicles my random thoughts, high moments and sometimes low, throughout high school, college, and now beyond, into the world of "adulthood", whatever that means. Sinerely, ~Lo		2008-09-21 1:55 AM The Game (you just lost it) We lost the game. It was intense. There was blood in the air and tension tighter than the stays in a corset. Could not effing breathe. They won because they had a girl that single handedly carried their team whom I have christened the EvenStar while passing her in the hallway tonight and her friend loved. During the game we Odds would have rather seen her throat ripped out. Crazy. We lost by 8 points maybe. It sucked. I nearly cried when the new coaches were named. I felt sad when we lost. I can't really talk and have serious Smoker Voice. I was going to go to a part but then a I got there and instinct raged at me to turn the fuck back so I did. I hung out with some friends and now I'm here. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Muse Love Oh and Jay nearly scared the shit out of me tonight. I walk in to the computer lab and do a "ho fuck" step in and step back "what?! Oh my god!" He's laying over the chair like he is dead. I lost my breath entirely and my heart beat madly...And then it hit me he was probably doing one of those famed weird things he does and I kind of nearly collapsed in the doorway laughing until my ab seized and I had a dagger of pain in my side...all within a period of two or three seconds. I said his name a couple times as I registered that that pose probably felt good. We exchanged minimal words. The image of him strewn back across the chair is burned in to my retinas. It was for a moment one of my worst fears personified. He is such an interesting character. In one sense I don't like him but in another my muse has wrapped herself around him... I want to take his photograph sometimes, be like "Can you do that thing where you scared the shit out of me again?" The other day his door was open and all you could see was him sitting in a chair in the middle of his dusk-lit room with a notebook and a pen. These are the things an artist lives on...Those images, those exceedingly strange characters. He is my muse love. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Anyway, I'm going to bed now. It's dose son y quince la manana (dunno if I said that right) and I need sleep and homework tomorrow. Peace. ~Lo Read/Post Comments (1) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top