parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- School, Backstage Passes, And Pillow Covers... Listening To: The New Dashboard Confessional CD I woke up today with my father warning me that if I don't call him for a friends house to check-up with him again, I'll be grounded for a week. I fell back asleep. I woke up again by my father, this time asking me if I read any of my summer reading books. I said yeah, which is a lie. Three weeks until school and I still only have about 30 pages I've read. Only about three more books and a hundred more pages to go! I know that I am gunna read all of them three days before school starts. School is coming so fucking quickly. This is the first time though in which I am actually a tad excited for school to come. I think I like Swamspcott High now. I am just so fucking happy that I didn't go to Marblehead High because I know for an absolute fact that my freshman year would not have been pretty. I think I am happy about school this year because I am not pressured to fit in anymore, much like it was in Charter and the first year of High School. I am gunna be happy to see Diana and Steph and Stacey and Sean and everyone five days a week again. It's gunna be so much fun this year. I just know it. I got my paycheck this week. It was a slight suprise to me that I got a $.50 rise from $7.00/hr to $7.50/hr. I got $99.96. IT WAS SO CLOSE TO ONE-HUNDRED DOLLARS! That paycheck compelled me to find four pennies just so I can make it an even $100. Didn't find any. No biggie. I cleaned my room spring-cleaning style. I changed my sheets, put all my clean clothes in my drawer, take all my dirty cloths down to the laundry room, organized my desk, nightstand, cloths drawers, T.V stand, closet, and I also changed a picture in one of my picture frames. All while listening to A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar. To tell you the truth, it was kinda fun. I felt organized and smart. I have been trying to reach Julia all fucking day to hang with her today and do something. I know she is at Kelly's right now, but all I get is the answering machine, as usual because both of them NEVER EVER EVER EVER PICK UP THE PHONE! EVER! I don't know if they are too lazy or something, but when I redial the number, they pick up the phone and they're mad at me 'cause I call twice! I'm like if you don't want me to call twice, then pick it up the first time! This actually only happened to Kelly and I twice, which was a long time ago. But nonetheless, they still never pick up the phone and it is really annoying. Yeah, I just call her again and she picked up the phone on the first call. So that means that the whole story I just wrote was pointless! Fun for me! I like it when I type these long stories and then they become pointless 2.6 seconds after I write them! Fun Fun Fun ! Anyhoo, I completed the entry form for the Brand New contest. If I win (which I'll probably not) I will be getting a backstage pass to the Dashboard Confessional/Brand New concert. I can bring a friend (Julia) with me backstage too. Last night I was wondering in my head what it would be like to go backstage and see Dashboard Confessional and Brand New play live. That would be so fricken cool. I doubt I would win though, 'cause it's a contest and they're are probably about 150 people entering for a chance to win the same thing for the same venue. I would be amazing if I got it though... Oh god this entry is so long, but I just feeling like writing about shit that is on my mind. Isn't that what diaries are for? And yes, I took my medication today. Wow. My diary is so fucking boring. I don't get why people read my entries. I think my entries were much better when I first started to write in this. Now, I just don't like the fact that everyone knows about my diary. I think I should lock it and give a password to my closets friends. You know, all one of them. Maybe I will in the future, maybe I wont. Well, apparently everyone is gunna go to Benbo's house and chill there. I'm gunna be tagging along with them. I hope Ben, Mike, and Chuck have band practice today. I wanna go hear them again. I haven't heard them in a long time. The last time I was there at band practice I was thinking in my head that I should really get back into the whole band thing. So I decided to become the band...bitch agian. Suprisingly enough, Ben let me have a better name then the band bitch, sooooooooo I am now the bands...friend. I dunno what I am gunna be named, but I was suprised when Ben said I could get a better name. I have have gone to every single one of their shows and tried to create a record label, which burned to hell but might be revived some time in the future once I get more knowledge on the local bands and how to create a good show. Wow, I have written a shit load of stuff in this entry. I think this might be the second longest entry in the history of my diary (the first being my very first entry). Congradulations on whoever is still reading this, for you have a lot of time on your hands... 3:15 p.m. - 08-15-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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