sweet sweet

spent some time with Jamie. had a spare first block, sat with her in art. she's painting Mick Jagger just like AW did. sweet sweet.
i never worked out today. i shall tomorrow. actually, since tomorrow i'll be at home, i'm going to work out double. gonna run total of one hour. and i shall do other things. sweet sweet
then i shall treat myself to a movie. and no food after 7 pm.

i'm volunteering at my church on Sunday. i can;t wait. old people are the cutest. it's the only time i have fun washing dishes. i really like volunteering. it makes me feel like a good person, when others make me feel otherwise.
what's that word. inferior i think. what does that mean?? i remember it was said in Princess Diaries, the first one. something about not letting people make you feel inferior or something along those lines. i'm thinking Eleanor Roosevelt said that quote ?

anyways, i think it has something to do with not letting people make you feel down or some shit like that. the point is, i like that.
wow, all that trouble just to let you know i like that.

i danced in the hallways with Tyler today. i walked in circles with Alyssa today. literally. i didn;t just walk in circles as in my whole school, i walked down the hallway, and in the middle of the hallway amidst all the people, i walked in a circle... and continued on my way. Alyssa laughed. i love making her laugh. honestly, her laugh makes me laugh.
you know those people who have contagious laughs ? i love those people. because i'm able to laugh at nothing with them. like my cousin Kevin. when he laughs, i just cannot help myself man. it's just CARAZY.

i watched some of The Crucible today. i love that stuff. religions other than my own, beliefs other than my own.
i remember i used to read about Kabbalah. i think i might start again. try something new ya know. look at it from the other side, from above or maybe below. or diagonally.

i was a kid, i had a white Italian bible. i told my friend it was witch language and that only i could understand it. i was six or seven, and thought i was a witch. cool? i think not. i was a loser. haha

then the time i painted the side of my garage with the brown paint my dad left outside from painting the fence. i liked to paint. and the stucco was my canvas. mother locked me outside until i wiped it clean. clean, it did not get. so the mark is still there even to this day.

the time my brother hogged the sand bucket in the sand box. i would not tolerate such nonsense. i'm a selfish little person. so i wacked him over the head with the nearest sharp object. a spade.

i'm quite selfish. no doubt about it. and i've mentioned. it's frowned upon now. but i tell ya, in the future, it shall do me good. HA who am i kidding...

Jamie suggested taking a photography class. possibility.

then there's the times my room was a pig sty apparently. mother threw everything in a garbage bag. cried my eyes out until father or brother fetched it from outside.
i always disliked my mother cleaning my room. i never knew where anything was afterwards.

i miss Beverly and the people who inhabit Beverly.

sweet sweet