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so, lastnight we went to see reel big fish at the avalon.
and it was fucking A-W-E-S-O-M-E.
i had a wicked, wicked good time.
maxeen was okay. the bassist/lead singer was really pretty. really pretty. he had beautiful hair, and great pants. i liked them better than sugarcult. sugarcult was kind of shitty emo. and their guitarist was really creeepy.
but reel big fish was so great. i can't even...i don't really know what to say about it. it was so fun. i love scotty k. and dan was total class. and aaron was, well, aaron. that man is a god.  they played a bob marley medley, and boss dj, and take on me. oh, so great.
it was really fun, too, coming with a lot of people you know. every once in a while jake would dance up and say hey and then just wander away again. and a bunch of my work friends were there! it was awesome! someone just grabbed my arm and i turned around and it was craig. and i saw rachael on the train. and i saw elise crowd surfing, but i couldnt get to her, and then i saw her outside the club. it was awesome to see all of them.
oh man, yesterday was awesome. the subway rides there and back were an adventure as well.

so i get back from the concert late lastnight, and my mom tells me to look in my room. i look, and my mom and leah had cleaned it entirely out, and put in a new shelf unit for me. and i'm getting a computer in it soon. yaaa! now my room is all clean, and i've got all this storage space...lastnight i slept so well. i was so tired, and my bed was all made up so i felt like i was in a hotel, but still in the comfort of my own bed.

and today it is so beautiful out!
i am so happy!

check out everyone using the rich text, the colors and fonts and stuff! i feel like such a trendsetter. i feel like i should be credited or something.  maybe now i should make all my entries black and cold, like ben's heart. just to be a rebel. (just kidding)

anyways, yesterday was a looong day. i had school, where there was sat prep (bleh) and ballet dancers. i think the fact that they did a ballet to "stairway to heaven" really said something about the song. they were good. i like feeling cultured every once in a while. after that was drivers ed, which was fun. then wendy's. then rehearsing. then cafe wednesday!

cafe wednesday, i think, was considerably better than the last one.  i think the songs with gabe and alex went well, (though i still don't like how i did "cold and broken" on hallelujah, but whatever) and i could actually hear myself with shmendrick, which is a good thing, i suppose.  during intermission, after i sang with gabe and alex, a girl from groton-dunstable came up to me and told me she was doing a concert for her senior project, and she wants me to sing in it. jason also told me that he fell in love with me while i was singing. both those things made me feel very nice. i love cafe wednesday.

what else happened lastnight? i was very happy that emma's essay went well. there was a lot of laughter. i think she may have been infected by the cafe wednesday bug now. i was also very happy that natalie got up and sang, and the natalie-aaron duo i thought was very cute, and nice. and obla-di obla-da was a good song.  colleen hammed it up onstage, like always. all the poetry was great.  jake is one of the nicest kids i've ever met. the dubes rocked their instruments.  haha, oh, and i really enjoyed seany's eight-odd measure guitar solo during pink panther, a jazz standard.  and i think a few more people showed up this time.

and, well, i quit today. i haven't been able to sleep well as of late, and lastnight i was awake almost all night (are you awake? sorry, i couldnt resist). there was no way i was going to get up. and i havent missed a day of school all year. but my parents are mad.

ok, this is far too long.  much love.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal.

"It says, 'Bough-wough!" cried a Daisy.

   -Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, by Lewis Carroll

...hey :)

today was a very beautiful day. i really had a lovely day. i got to spend class outside in science, spanish, and discresh. it was so warm and sunny. i'm lovin' it.

gabe brought his guitar, and alex his cello, and singing hallelujah won't work, just like i said it wouldn't. i don't know why no one listened to me.  now gabe wants to do america, and i'm not sure if that'll be good either.  it doesn't have a very strong harmony.  i wish we would do a different song. oh well. obviously, i think america is beautiful.  it'll be fine, i guess. we'll see.

also, emma's birthday is tomorrow, and i went to get her present today. i hope she likes it. i hope i hope i hope-ah.

only two bad things happened today. one, the stupid mean lady from the littleton independent came into our essay class and was being a big jerk. she's so obnoxious. ugh. and two, i had to go to the stupid dentist. i hate the dentist. no, i HATE the stupid, stupid dentist.  blech.

i'm sick of being treated like a child, and not being listened to. i hate that. hey, believe it or not, i'm a sixteen-year-old kid who is well-informed has worthwhile things to say, and i would like to be respected. you can't just pretend i'm not there. it makes me so indescribably angry. especially going to a school like parker where i am used to having adults who respect me and treat me like their equal and will listen to what i have to say, really listen, it frustrates me so much when adults don't give me that level of respect. especially my own parents. just because i'm a teenager doesn't mean i'm not smart as smart as you are, or don't have an opinion that's as good as yours. i hate grown-ups. i never want to become one. all they do is talk at you and treat you like you're inferior.  stupid grown-ups. stupid parents. stupid dentist.  

but, once i get all this homework out of the way, tomorrow promises to be quite a nice day.

so, cheers to that.

the street heats the urgency of NOW.

and as you see there's no one  around.

goodnight, love. <3

You will live in House.
You will drive a purple VW Bus.
You will marry Bette Midler and have 4 kids.
You will be a musician in vietnam.

play mash

huh...weird.

i am deeply, deeply, deeply in love with paul simon.

don't get me wrong, i love art garfunkel too. but paul simon...

goodnight. <3

i spent a long time thinking of what to write, but i couldn't come up with anything to say.

The last train is nearly due,
The underground is closing soon,
And in the dark deserted station,
Restless in anticipation,
A man waits in the shadows.

His restless eyes leap and scratch,
At all that they can touch or catch,
And hidden deep within his pocket,
Safe within its silent socket,
He holds a colored crayon.

Now from the tunnel's stony womb,
The carriage rides to meet the groom,
And opens wide and welcome doors,
But he hesitates, then withdraws
Deeper in the shadows.

And the train is gone suddenly
On wheels clicking silently
Like a gently tapping litany,
And he holds his crayon rosary
Tighter in his hand.

Now from his pocket quick he flashes,
The crayon on the wall he slashes,
Deep upon the advertising,
A single worded poem comprised
Of four letters.

And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding
The poem across the tracks rebounding
Shadowed by the exit light
His legs take their ascending flight
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.

i guess quiet sometimes is more than words.

check, please.

such a cool picture. i think that's my favorite.

scott mutter

ok, goodnight. for real. (that means that i'll go to sleep in a few hours or so)

<3

today, me and garth rocked grammar. HARD. 

also, i realized that jason smith is hilarious. this kid is so funny. he just turns to me in MST class and says, "dinosaurs eat rocks, you know." later, i told sean this, and sean said, "yeah! they do! and then they go like this!" and he shook around like a maraca. he knows this from jurassic park. he is so smart.

what else happened today?

well, it was relatively warm, and the sun was shining, and i spent a good portion of my day outside, which was good. cause and consequence was a lot of fun. i got zero work done, but sean, aaron, garth, justin and i had a good time.  discresh was mellow, and fun. lunch too. paul has a beautiful falsetto voice (alex's is, admittedly, a little frightening), and i was amused by their acoustic rendition of "i believe in a thing called love."  but i'm boring.

goodbye.

wow, i've never gotten so many comments on one post before. granted, most of them were ben, as it seems that ben is always indignant and disagreeable with me. one might say he has an opinion about everything. just kidding, calm down!! sheesh.

though, i would like to clarify, whether or not you agree with what i said, that the previous entry i wrote was not concerning parker as a whole (though i did, regrettably, use the term "parker snobs"), but myself and several of my friends, specifically. please note that after i said we were snobs, i continued to point out several occasions when i was in harvard square with those friends, and i felt that way. i got caught up when there were comments about parker...but that's not what the entry meant. i was saying that fletcher, jill, gabe and myself are snobs. we're snobs. and, while i'm at it, i'll add that i was in a bad mood and was being pretty...unfair.  the end.

the point is that it's not a big deal either way, and there's nothing anyone can do about it. it's your opinion.  it's a moot point. and i'd like to drop it. please?

there are a few things on my mind today.

there's one question in particular that's been cling clanging around in my brain since yesterday. when did we become such parker snobs? when did we evolve into look-how-well-read-i-am, check-out-all-the-obscure-music-i-listen-to, i-have-an-opinion-on-everything, i-am-superior-to-you jerks?? i was thinking about that yesterday when gabe and fletcher were arguing over the patriot act, and when i told gabe maybe he was thinking of john irving, who wrote "cider house rules," and not washington irving, and when everyone was huddled around club passim, and when we all talked about how leo kottke was coming to harvard soon.  i wonder how many of us have actually heard a leo kottke song. or could name one of his albums. it's really gross. it totally disgusts me. we all do it. it's a constant contest to see who's the best. ugh.

snob: One who affects an offensive air of self-satisfied superiority in matters of taste or intellect.

we are such snobs.

okay, enough of that.

the good news is that i love the cds i bought yesterday.  and that it's now 5:15 and is still light out. and it's still pretty warm. and that "the water engine" went very well lastnight (congratulations). and my mom's making chocolate cheesecake.  and emusic has some pretty good stuff on it. and i am getting a computer in my bedroom very soon.

i am so obnoxious. i'm sorry. seeya.

zack berger at age eleven, ladies and gentlemen. 

he kind of looks like jay leno in that picture.

today was harvard square. it was only me, jill, gabe, fletcher.  it was fun, i guess. i dont know, i was in kind of a funny mood all day. i kind of felt like wandering around by myself. i fear i was rather quiet and distant. but oh well. we had a good time. fletcher wiped out on the ramp in the T station, and that was funny. i did buy a smiths cd and a sublime cd, which i was happy about. i also got seany a blue oyster cult album for his birthday.  and i ate good food. and it was pretty warm out.  and gabe can play "hallelujah," a beautiful song. and, just, simon and garfunkel. like always with me.

"Just let the LOVIN' take you hold! 'cause it will if you let it.
I'm funky, not a junky, but i know where to get it."

seriously, brad nowell is the man. was the man.

"sing me to sleep. sing me to sleep. i'm tired and i want to go to bed. sing to me. sing to me. and then leave me alone. don't try to wake me in the morning, 'cause i will be gone. don't feel bad for me, i want you to know. deep in the cell of my heart, i will feel so glad to go.  sing me to sleep. sing me to sleep. i don't want to wake up on my own anymore. sing to me. sing to me. i don't want to wake up on my own anymore.  don't feel bad for me, i want you to know. deep in the cell of my heart, i really want to go. there is another world. there is a better world. well, there must be. there must be."

that song embraces how i feel right now. so beautiful.

i'm going to sleep. goodnight, darlings.