Wednesday, January 21, 2009

if i could find that heina and that sancho that she'd found

ive got like 10 finals tomorrow. its casual though, im not too worried about my gpa right now. ive got other stuff on my mind, you know?

Monday, January 19, 2009

life is a highway

this song speaks the truth. life is a journey not a destination.

anyway hella shiz went down at the waltz last night. ive been brushing up on my technique during the last few weeks so i was really excited to show my stuff on the dance floor. unfortunately i have a little stage fright, which is nbd but i usually just need a little push to get going so i had to hit up my old friend jack daniels if you feel me. anyway after a while i was feelin good and ready to get out there and break it down for everybody cause i'll tell you right now, there is a serious lack of skill demonstrated at these things. anyway so im standing on the sidelines, trying to look kind of wistful like i want a dance partner, but not desperate. its a fine line. anyway i got asked by a few guys but i wasnt really feelin it/pretty sure they just felt sorry for me. finally this one guy grabbed my hand and he didnt even have to say anything, i was totally down. anyway so we're out there, twirling stepping whatever you do when you're waltzing, and i started getting a little dizzy. next thing you know i'm falling through the air, grabbing at peoples' skirts and shiz, then i faceplant. i couldnt be more embarrassed, diary. the orchestra stopped played, mr tsutakawa parts the waters like moses and there i am on the floor lookin like a total dbag. i think i passed out after that, not really sure though.

headin up to baker in a couple weeks, 100% stoked for that.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

better in time

so im trying really hard to get my shit together but right now im working on this term paper....its almost midnight and i dont even have a full paragraph
my plan right now is as follows:
1. paraphrase entire wikipedia article
2. select points and analyze
3. throw in a few key terms from the textbook

maybe im just distracted...after last year's debacle the word "term paper" has a whole new meaning for me. oh well so it goes

i saw mr hawk today in the auditorium, his usual stomping grounds. he didnt say hi, i think hes a little pissed that i havent shown as much of an interest in the theatre arts this year

hating school so much right now i just need a break from this shit show

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

december 1963 (oh what a night!)

dear diary,
is today the last time we turn in journals? is this the last journal entry that will grace these pages? stewart, you've been with me through thick and thin, through the best of times and the worst of times.
i've been looking at my old entries...all that crazy shit with shaun, eli, kevin, lucas...all the dumb stuff me and steph did...my depression and rebellion. this has truly been a journey of self discovery, and i think i've come out of it a more mature, responsible person. in case you're interested, here are my plans for next year:
-possibly drop out of school
-go on tour with my brothers
-focus on my acting career
-take my surfing career to the next level.

i'm turning my life around, stewart. wish me luck!!
xoxo, flora

where'd you go

dear diary,
these dress rehearsals are hella inspiring.

here's to the night

dear diary,
today, a tragedy occured. louisa went into labor and ryan sheckler jr was born, 5 months premature. i was in the delivery room. it was crazy, we looked down and saw he had a birthmark on his left leg-IN THE SHAPE OF A SKATEBOARD. crazy, i know. anyway, the poor thing was pronounced dead at 10:33 am.
anyway these crazy pictures of ryan sr. partying with jesse mccartney showed up on the web so i guess he's not too distressed by the situation...

clumsy

dear diary,
there's gotta be more to life. i feel my passion for the theatre arts slowly waning. the people in this class are bringing me down. elitism, rampant snitchery. whatever happened to rebelling against authority? there are some serious suckups infiltrating this classroom.
xoxo, flora
ps. i'm starting to feel like mr hawk is trying to stifle my creativity.

american boy

dear diary,
OMG!! last night was total insanity. basically, we were at blu water and spotted this total hottie at the bar. we were all feelin him so we sent him stephanie's digits via the bus boy, just as he was about to leave. he texted us and things went from there.
then, the unthinkable happened. he came back to the restaurant! i decided he wasnt actually that hot but he was clearly expecting a follow-up to the conversation, and i'm not one to let people down. he took me for a spin on his motorcycle, which was a total blast. i had to end things before they got too crazy. he was pretty disappointed. oh well, such is life.

calabria 2007

dear diary,
OMG! lucas called me today. i wasnt there to answer, but i called back. i guess we're just playing phone tag! clearly he's wanting to throw himself at my feet and beg for forgiveness. that can be arranged, but i think i'll make him suffer a little first.

goodbye earl

dear diary,
so i've been thinking a lot about lucas lately. i dont even know why. i mean, i only met him that one time and you know what they say about alcohol impairing your judgement. he could be a rapist, a serial killer, or even worse, an undercover cop.
things we know:
age, sex, location.
he parties a lot.
he's kind of a hater.

things we don't know:
level of attractiveness (you would assume he's a hottie considering how concerned he was with my looks, but this is one fatal flaw of a large percentage of the male population: they think they're entitled to a good looking woman even if they themselves are completely hideous).
life story (full).
what else do you need to know about a person?
basically the man is a complete mystery to me. but at least i acknowledge that. SOME people just think they have everybody all figured out.

the light

dear diary,
not much going on today.
i went to confession, but to be honest i left a few things out.

drivin me wild

dear diary,
my hand is killing me lately. reason #17 why school is completely bogus. i just feel like theres so much more to be learned out of school. we're all just casualties of society in here, you know?

i want you to want me

dear diary,
t-minus 2 days til cinco de mayo...

caramel

dear diary,
oh my god. too much drama. basically lucas proved himself to be 100% asshole last night.
i'm minding my own business, writing my term paper, and he texts me and is like "hammered". it was like 12:30 at this point, so kinda late, but i didnt say that i was hella nice and played along with his stupid shit.
anyway so as the conversation progresses we talk about my being in high school and he starts saying all this shit about how i'm not old enough for him!! WTF?! and then he starts giving me his life story and i didn't really know what the eff he was talking about but i tried to be like "okay i respect that" you know? but then he was like "you dont know anything about life, you're immature, blah blah..." (um hello i'm here trying to write my paper and you're drunk texting me to tell me I'M immature??)
then he's all like "i'm into more mature girls...i don't think you have much to offer for me right now..."
you know something's not right in the world when you start getting rejected by guys who arent even on your level. then he asked me if i'm attractive (basically forcing me to seem hella full of myself) and said he "might be interested if i sent some nudes". i was like um how about YOU send ME some nudes and then we'll talk about who doesnt have a lot to offer.
then he called me a "little girl" and basically told me to leave him alone. whatever, i'm over that!!

every time i look for you

dear diary,
gotta write my term paper! i'm on it.

fake

dear diary,
so a schism has occured. this schism can be likened to the great schism of 1509. in other words, lucas and i are on a break. not really, more like i'm just taking a hiatus from him. im going incognito for a while. under wraps, down low, whatever you want to call it.
here's the deal: i always text him and we talk until HE doesnt feel like it anymore. what kind of relationship is that? i'm over it.
i may have to find someone new. its sad and everything, but lucas just isnt cutting it anymore.
whatever. life's tough..you know the rest.

what's my age again?

dear diary,
earth. love it or leave it.
happy earth day.

body on me

dear diary,
i'm sure you can guess how i spent today. happy 420.

so little time

dear diary,
today is my half birthday.
i am now half a year closer to death.

like whoa

dear diary,
i'm finding it really hard to keep up with my journal lately. i mean, i have lots to talk about but so much shit has been going down i dont even have time to reflect.

year of the cat

dear diary,
lucas left me hanging yesterday. i'm really mad at him. i thought he was different. now i know better.

so contagious

dear diary,
so i forgot my journal at home last tuesday, meaning another failing grade. luckily, i got hella extra credit for my entries over spring break. its good to know stewart's got my back.
by the way lucas texted me last night and we were talking until like 2 am. we talked about everything under the sun. he wants to have lunch tomorrow, so we'll see where that goes.

ayo technology

dear diary,
oh my god. last night was so crazy, i cant even begin to explain, but i will anyway. stephanie's notorious for not knowing her limits, but ive never seen her this bad. we were all just relaxing and having a totally low key evening and steph just wouldnt stop drinking. shes been going through some shit lately and i guess she was just trying to forget about it. which is understandable, dont get me wrong, but it doesnt excuse her actions.
anyway so one minute shes having a great time and the next she flips out and starts going apeshit. she was like biting and scratching and pulling my hair, i thought she was possessed. this one guy tried to pull her off me and she like dropkicked him. i think he had to go to the hospital.
then she goes and finds this girl thats hanging out in the kitchen, 100% innocent, and starts chasing her around with a knife.
she passed out somewhere between the bathroom and the garage, and when she woke up in the morning she didnt remember a thing. it was pretty fucked up.

doctor jones

dear diary,
totally feelin tech theatre these days. i might try out for the lead role in our next production. i may not have much experience but its pretty clear to me at this point that i have a natural talent. i could upstage all those bitches.
speaking of upstaging, i need to get a little more agressive with project lucas. i'll just strike up a conversation today. i'm sure he loves hearing from me.
i'm out.

shut up and let me go

dear diary,
wow i'm so lost without stephanie here!! i never thought i'd miss having to put up with her bullshit all the time. maybe im just jealous cause i know shes probably hooked up with tons of mexican hotties.
im loving this lesson on greek theatre. i'm really feeling drawn to these pictures in the slideshow. i think i should go back to my roots and start really getting into this acting thing. the greeks like, pioneered theatre. actually the greeks pioneered everything. i'm wasting my time with stupid shit like boys and skateboarding. its time to embrace my cultural heritage and become a more enlightened member of society.
now we're talking about the shakespeare festival oregon. can you say roadtrip??

ps i havent heard from lucas in awhile. whatever hes probably busy. i wonder if he's into theatre?

waste my time

dear diary,
so maybe i got a little overconfident there. he didnt come to seattle and now hes off to the middle of nowhere for filming or whatever. but im cool with it. we had a totally meaningful conversation. he explained why he wasnt in seattle and i was like "ok whatever" and then he just asks me what i'm doing out of nowhere!! i'm like 90% sure we're soulmates at this point.
xoxo

soft rock star

dear diary,
oh. my. god.
okay clearly i havent been making the most out of spring break. this we know. but its not my fault.
life is just such a bummer lately. but guess who texted me? bingo! lucas!! he wanted to know if im in town. which i am, of course, considering my lack of a social life these days. this is totally just what i needed. i'm back to my old self!!
xoxo

MOVE FOR ME

dear diary,
i dont know whats wrong with me lately. last night steph and i went with scotty to this party. hes leaving soon so they kind of went off to do their own thing while i sat there feeling like the black sheep of the world. baa.
a few guys tried to talk to me but i wasnt feelin it. this one dude was especially cute so i was like semi interested but then he opened his mouth and was the definition of a dbag. i realized that i just cant be bothered with all these wannabes. besides, since when am i the type of girl to sleep around with some guy just cause he's good looking? dont answer that.
i dont know diary, i guess i'll just see where things go from here.

what you want

dear diary,
sex is the leading cause of death. think about it.

forever & always

dear diary,
totally effed up that quiz. i thought i'd taken some really detailed notes but they werent as helpful as i'd hoped. it just sucks cause i really felt like i was getting the hang out this theatre thing.
my brothers had some really harsh critique when i did my monologue. theyre on stage all the time so its like no big deal for them.
stephanie's sucking up as usual and going to all these plays and shit for extra credit. god. whatever.
basically school is bringing me down lately. luckily spring break is upon us. i'm thinking nonstop partying, mixed with maximum chill out time. stephs going to be in mexico...
more later,
flora