flashbacks: part five: fantastic creative writing

…because what you want right now is some more of me in high school. BEHOLD!

March 17th, 2001-let’s braid steve’s hair.

~green acres is the place to be. farm livin is the life for me.~

sooooo, i walked casserole today. i went to dusty’s but he wasn’t home, so i proceeded to steve’s. i am mad at dusty, so i am writing him a poem.

A POEM FOR THE LAME-O

i went to your house

but you were not there

so i walked down to steve’s

to his underground lair.

i went to your house

but you were already gone

so i went down to steve’s

and swam in his pond.

we plotted and schemed

in that underground lair

to take over the world

and braid steve’s hair.

but you were not there.

so our plots and our schemes

lay untouched as of now

until you can look over them

and call me a fat cow.

so monday i’ll come again.

and monday i’ll leave.

cause if you’re not there,

i’m goin’ to steve’s.

and we’ll plot and we’ll scheme

and we’ll swim the pond

cause if you’re not there

we’re moving on.

hehe. i’m funny. i wrote it all just now. damn i’m good.

love,

deenie

And what’s a flashback post without some cello dork goodness?

April 18th, 2001-Strings and wolf-eliminator

~you are my sunshine, my only sunshine~

when i came home i saw a package addressed to my momma from Southwest Strings. (they have everything, by the way, so if you need sometin’, go there.) the package wieghed about -.5 ounces, considering there were only four strings and a wolf-eliminator in it. i pulled out all of the peanuts to take a peek at my strings before i went to voice lessons, and then left it on the kitchen counter, strings and wolfy still in it. when i got home i couldn’t find my happy package anywhere. i checked the garbage can outside, and sure enough, my mother had thrown away $135 worth of cello crap…thank god it’s not trash night, and thank god i am strange enough to go looking in trash cans. whew!

love,

DVD

Wow. That was embarrassing. There are many, many far worse entries, too. I’m glad the Internet has room enough to continue holding them! (Apologies for the lack of an awkward picture on this post – my scanner isn’t cooperating).

March 17th, 2001-let’s braid steve’s hair. ~green acres is the place to be. farm livin is the life for me.~ sooooo, i walked casserole today. i went to doosty’s but he wasn’t home, so i proceeded to steve’s. i am mad at dusty, so i am writing him a poem. A POEM FOR THE LAME-O i went to your house but you were not there so i walked down to steve’s to his underground lair. i went to your house but you were already gone so i went down to steve’s and swam in his pond. we plotted and schemed in that underground lair to take over the world and braid steve’s hair. but you were not there. so our plots and our schemes lay untouched as of now until you can look over them and call me a fat cow. so monday i’ll come again. and monday i’ll leave. cause if you’re not there, i’m goin’ to steve’s. and we’ll plot and we’ll scheme and we’ll swim the pond cause if you’re not there we’re moving on. hehe. i’m funny. i wrote it all just now. damn i’m good. love, deenie