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Friday, September 26, 2003 ( 1:39 AM ) shut up christine PART TWO Two years ago I wrote a story set in a time frame two years later. At the time I had a really bad crush on a guy but he didn’t like me back so I wrote the story to get over him and have closure. Well two years later is today. Things didn’t turn out the way I thought they would, so I wrote a revised edition of the story. So back to the future. The old story was: Two years later…….. Christine was walking back to her car after class when she spotted something familiar from the corner of her eye. She squinted to get a better look….the same quick gait, the same haircut, the same body, the same warm face she remembered….but two years older. “Hey!” Christine ran across the parking lot and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hi. It’s me, Christine. Christine from Brisa. Do you remember me?” “Uhhhhh… oh yeah! Hey, how are you? I haven’t seen you in such a long time.” The two old friends proceeded to small talk…simple stuff like the weather, classes, and things that happened to them since leaving. Just hearing the sound of his voice brought a smile to her face…she remembered it all like it was yesterday. After about 15 minutes, they ended their short but genuine conversation. “It was nice seeing you again, Christine.” “It was nice seeing you too. Take care of yourself, and good luck with everything.” With that, they bear-hugged each other and went their separate ways. Christine walked to her car and was about to get in when she took one last look back…he was already far off in the distance. She smiled, got in her car, and drove away. And that was the last time they saw each other. **REVISED STORY ** Two years later that day…….. Christine was walking back to her car after class when she spotted something familiar from the corner of her eye. She squinted to get a better look….the same quick gait, the same haircut, the same body… wait, wtf? “That’s not a person, you idiot,” she said to herself. “It’s only a piece of rice stuck to the lens of my glasses! Ack I hope no one noticed.” She picked the rice off, ate it, then scoped the parking lot for her friend. “Hey!” Christine ran across the parking lot and socked him on the shoulder. “You jerk! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me I had rice on my face!” “Ahhaha, you should eat slower next time. So we gonna eat lunch again next week?” “Okay fine.” As they were walking back to her car, they reminisced about the past two years and Brisa…she remembered it all like it was yesterday. “I can’t believe I had a crush on you two years ago! Man, was I stuuuupid! Hah I’m just kidding yo. I think its cool how we’re still good friends and that we still talk online almost everyday.” “Could you imagine it any other way?” “Nope.” “Me neither.” With that, they bear hugged each other…but the Hallmark moment was cut short cuz he made the loudest stinkiest fart ever. “Uggh you’re so gross! I can’t believe I’m still your friend,” she smiled. Then they got into her car and drove away. They met up for dinner the next week, and the weeks after that. I like this ending much better :) # Monday, September 22, 2003 ( 9:26 AM ) shut up christine Today I move back to good ol' Irvine. I was pretty productive this summer. I don't really have anything tangible to show for it, well besides my shiny new license, most of the stuff I accomplished is tucked away neatly in the back of my cabeza. But just like last year, I end my summer without saying a word to the apple of my eye, Carrrrlos. I'm a big turdy chicken shit. Yeah, its okay though, I don't feel sad this time like I did last summer. I'm kinda hoping that as I load up my suitcase and drive away, he'll come out of his house, step in front of my car, tap on the window and we can commence our make-out session like haat haat mankeys...but that aint gonna happen, and that's fine with me. I'm going to miss skating down Eloise though...for the past 3 months I've spent 2 hours almost every night skating up and down this street..and every time I've gotten this cool feeling, the type of feeling you can only get when its past midnight and the whole neighbohood is quiet and the street is yours, you know where every crack and every pinecone is, your favorite cd is blasting in your discman and you freak yourself out on little sounds in the music that you never noticed during the day, and then you pump your foot as fast as you can until your legs hurt and you're out of breath but when you tilt your head back to look up at the sky, it feels like you're flying...the feeling is so special and so mine. So corny, yeah? All in all this was a fantabulous summer but I'm looking forward to going back to school. # Friday, September 12, 2003 ( 5:34 PM ) shut up christine Me writing about you writing about me.......... hello how crazy is this I was poking around some search engines and I found a stranger's site that mentioned my blog and the person who made that site will probably read this I wonder if you know that I'm writing about you and that I read your site too weird huh does this freak you out? do you know what I look like? look out your window heeeee :) # Wednesday, September 10, 2003 ( 3:23 AM ) shut up christine My hamster died. Lamuel. Sweet, sweet Lamuel. Curse my sister, that hamster killing biatch!!! No it was an accident. The details...they are too painful *dramatically draws back of hand to forehead.* But seriously, Lamuel, or "Hammy" as I liked to call him, was the freakin coolest hamster in the whole world. Hammy was one of the many offspring of Old Dirty Bastard, but unlike his raggedy human-flesh-eating mother, he had a very sweet, playful disposition. Man, last year we spent my entire spring break together, 24/7. He was my homie, my dawg. Friends fo life. My sister and I had a beautiful funeral ceremony in our front yard. We threw rose petals into his grave and I even wore my favorite black dress. Alright I wasn't going to mention this but I've got to get it off my chest..Hammy is technically my sister's pet, so whenever she'd kick me out of her room I'd say "I'm gonna kill yo' Hammy! I'm goin keeeeeeeell him!" But I was just kidding! I never meant it. NEVER. I'm sorry Hammy, so sorry. Forgive me. # Tuesday, September 02, 2003 ( 2:54 AM ) shut up christine I don't know who he is or what he looks like but I have a huge geeky internet crush on him because he writes like this: My mom's from Vietnam. Yup, I'm first-generation-born-somewhere-other-than-that-place-guy. My older brother was born there too. Why don't we have the obligatory X-Men-Cyclops eyes? Don't know. Don't care. I always look tired anyways, so it doesn't make much of a difference in the long run. I had a bad mother. She's nice and all, but sucks in a lot of departments when it comes down to the final inventory. No big deal. No bad feelings. No skin off of the Irish-Vietnamese back. Tonight at the bar, I was engaging in some type of conversation that I thought was important, when I heard my name being called...There was a small, smiling lady selling something. With my bad vision, I thought that it was roses. But it wasn't. She was lugging around a wooden display case full of bracelets. That was probably why the lady was brought to my attention. I'm one of the only guys left with a girlfriend. So everybody was directing the lady towards me. Nobody wanted anything. The bracelets were okay. Nothing special. What was special was that I bought one. That she was smiling, even though that she had to try to sell cheap trinkets of homemade beauty to a bunch or worthless kids. What was special was that she always had a smile on her face. What was special was that I could hear people making racist comments behind her back, even though two of them were black. What was special was that she danced to the live band that was playing as she left the bar. The only money that she had was what I gave her. She danced away with a smile on her face as people made fun of her. These are the same people who probably made fun of my mother years ago when she came to this country. The only reason that she was here, and the only reason that I exist is because she met a handsome white guy. A guy that gave up the job that he loved to shack up and do the nasty with a beautiful girl. Nothing mattered. All that my father wanted was what was best for the both of them. They asked why I bought the cheap bracelet. I half-joked that I was watching out for my own. I told them that that was my mother who just left. They said, why, because she was Vietnamese? I said no...because she was a person, you fucking idiots. i love this guy. ask me if you want his blog address # Monday, September 01, 2003 ( 8:05 AM ) shut up christine I've made up my mind. I'm going to major in sociology with minors in English and education. I stayed up all night planning my future, and this is what I came up with. To Do List: -get driver's license (sept 16 wish me luck!) -create a computer font -be a tourist in Hollywood for a day -go skydiving -learn how to swim -start a greeting card company (a small one) -learn html (so I can make my own website and sell my greeting cards online) -write a book and get it published -have a garage sale -learn how to make sushi -take up photography -slalom skate at least once -lick a beard (again...but a hairier one) -throw panties at a band onstage -french kiss someone -study abroad -knit a scarf -learn how to play poker -take my kids to the library and teach them how to read..my mom did that for me -plant a tree -fall in love (boo hiss corn!) -go to a shooting range and shoot stuff -write a fan letter to someone famous -go camping -ride a subway train -stand on top of a mountain and look down -learn how to do a handstand -visit New York -catch a snowflake -plan a wedding -love my job -enroll in a yoga class yeahhh sociology woot # |
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