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Last night was odd-strange. I went to see a movie. I mentioned to Kel that she might want to put gas in her car, and she said that it'd make it. It ran out of gas in front of my house, and I pushed it out of the way of the driveway.
Walking back to her house, we saw a snake. Having Good Impulse Control when it comes to Dangerous Things, I didn't play with it. Even though I wanted to.
I found a piece of white and blue and green striped tile.
The dialogue in the movie was flat. Everyone talked the same way when, in reality, only two characters could be excused out of using contractions in their speech. But it was a lovely movie all the same. Good camera angles. A lot of reflections and repeating themes.
We borrowed her parents's truck without waking them and got gas for her car. Kel's name is on the insurance too, so it was okay that she borrowed it. Especially since it was an emergency. I sat in the very back of the truck, in the fresh air, holding the gas can steady. I loved that feeling. Of being open and alive and real.
I've been getting into a bit of trouble with my mom. She doesn't like it if I have too much noise around me at once, even if the noise can't be heard outside my room. I've tried to explain that it makes me feel calm and secure to be surrounded by chaos and noise, but she didn't buy it. And I can't remember half the things she tells me. Hell, I hardly remember to take pills for my headaches. Even when I pass the medicine cabinet twenty times.
Walking back to her house, we saw a snake. Having Good Impulse Control when it comes to Dangerous Things, I didn't play with it. Even though I wanted to.
I found a piece of white and blue and green striped tile.
The dialogue in the movie was flat. Everyone talked the same way when, in reality, only two characters could be excused out of using contractions in their speech. But it was a lovely movie all the same. Good camera angles. A lot of reflections and repeating themes.
We borrowed her parents's truck without waking them and got gas for her car. Kel's name is on the insurance too, so it was okay that she borrowed it. Especially since it was an emergency. I sat in the very back of the truck, in the fresh air, holding the gas can steady. I loved that feeling. Of being open and alive and real.
I've been getting into a bit of trouble with my mom. She doesn't like it if I have too much noise around me at once, even if the noise can't be heard outside my room. I've tried to explain that it makes me feel calm and secure to be surrounded by chaos and noise, but she didn't buy it. And I can't remember half the things she tells me. Hell, I hardly remember to take pills for my headaches. Even when I pass the medicine cabinet twenty times.
