parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hucking My Own Message In The Ocean Listening To: The Best Deceptions by Dashboard Confessional Wow. Did I have a fun day on wednesday. I was expecting to just stay at home and have a wicked boring day when all of a sudden, the door bell rang and I was thinking in my head "is this Kendra again. Oh please god save me from this boring day." So I go downstairs and who else was at the door other then Kendra and her friend Karen. I was so happy to see them. First, we went down to Mike's house to see if he was there. He wasn't, so we went down to White Hen and bought some Vanilla Coke. Then we went down to the pier on Fisherman's beach and just sat on the rotting wood, drinking Coke and talking. It was fun. I then thought of the craziest idea of creating a message in a bottle using the empty Vanilla Coke bottle. Kendra got a piece of paper and we wrote down alot of shit like what we want to be when we grow up and wishes and shit like that. When we first threw it, it came back to shore in about five minutes, so I hucked it wicked far from the dock jutting out from the pier. I should go down there tomorrow and go see if it's back on shore. Anyhoo, tomorrow night is a concert at the Elks Club and I am going with Kendra by train to Salem and Ben, Chuck, Stacey, Stephanie, And fucking everyone will be there. It's going to be wild. But the downside about it is that the next morning, I have the third preformance of The Wizard Of Oz. I don't think that will fly very well because usually in the morning my body is amazingly sore from all the mosh pits I endure. I think this is the first time in my life in which I actually need oil in order the limber up my limbs... 10:17 p.m. - 05-22-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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