| lamentations by a now former officer. it's long. but needed. |
[Jun. 15th, 2004|01:17 pm] |
i am sitting in the HRC office alone. it is eighth period. the usual crowd has left, and the noise has died down to a slow chatter of keyboards outside. i put in my cd and let it go. the dmb cd is gone...kurt must have taken it home finally. i cleaned out the room - i (this is no joke) literally carried out like 10 pounds of stuff in a box with my game of life over it to my car a few minutes ago. in it held my sweater, umbrella, two notebooks, my yearbook, a vase i made in ceramics (ick), a water bottle, an old Dial (shhh...), the national geographic for july 1986, the french cd that was left, all the signs i made everyone, and clem's pen. does anyone know where the hand i used to chew on went? i couldn't find it. i left the bat of course. i threw away the trash, picked all the shit up off the ground and rearranged the chairs to where everyone sat. allison's chair, kurt's chair...the "infamous" chair with, ahem, yea....everything as it was. and then i sat down to type.
this is bittersweet. this was my life for 4 years i suppose. going to school, hanging out in this room, joking, laughing, skipping classes, procrastinating, dial/venture fights, making fun of mr. peterman...can we ever forget the day kurt and i spent in this room? impossible. it was a bomb shelter for a day.
today mrs rascati gave us what she called her present to us. a booklet compiled of all the poems we ever wrote in class. the front page of everyone's copy had a special paragraph about each person. most of them were pretty general and universally applicable, but it still had that special feel to it. and mine said i was good in english & italian and a compassionate person. so ha.
she started crying. it was unbearable really. she said she would miss us, and she told us she could never find a class like ours and that next year it wouldn't be the same. i felt horrible. we had abused this class so badly. some us hardly showed up coughcough ben coughcough. i left school for second period. i was so upset. i sat home for a little, changed my outfit and went back. onto third period, period of HELL, and i went to photo to see lulu instead of ceramics.
do you remember when i would go to mr donarum's room sophomore year? or when kim, simone and i walked to ashley's house instead of going on the spring glen run freshmen year because we didn't feel like running and then got scared nils would cut us? when matt ryder kept messing up his lines in italian, or when miss elliot savagely beat the crap out of me and enna's scarlet letter project? do you remember the trick we played on chalina at the bathroom? oh, chawhiz...
the nostalgia i am feeling over this experience that is now surrounding this room is made even deeper with this music. download amsterdam by coldplay. i can feel it telling my entire life's story in its lyrics and music. i loved the people in the HRC. the people in my life. just all the people i suppose. even those i pretend to hate (did i just admit that?) or be annoyed with.
i can remember the outfit i wore to my very first day of high school. it was a light purple gap sweater with gap pants and some black shoes or other. so different from now. for my last day, i wore a miniskirt with a cutup shirt. i still have the same small boobs and the same nasty stomache though...but i still remember. i even remember getting lost to my homeroom, B105, because the door covered the sign. i freaked out and scurried up and down the hallway several times before finding it. how funny that i only can remember my first day of freshmen and senior year. and remember the time i pulled the glass case over the fire alarm and it went off after a freshmen xc meet? i blamed it on ben as i recall.
and its beautiful little insignificant memories like those that i will remember and laugh at and fondly recall. little snippets of my past buried somewhere in the layers of my mind i suppose, that resurface every so often to remind me of where i have been.
i can feel the melody of the music permeating within my conscienceness. the lyrics fit perfectly, and the music is perfect to convey the emotions i am feeling. it's a nice background touch. score one for christine. it's right though. we shouldn't be scared. time and change inevitably grow and build up in front of our faces, like a looming arrow towards the future. you can't be afraid to inch near it. like dante alighieri said, the only way to find your way through the dark forest, "la selva oscura", is to keep walking. never forget what you learned here, but don't live in the past. i've done that too much in my life, and perhaps i should finally start considering closure.
and time is on your side, its on your side, now
not pushing you down, and all around,
no it's no cause for concern
nick borsari once told me i'd be one of those people who said high school was the best experience of my entire life. but he was wrong. i've been through some pretty rough times here, some harsh realities and bitter ends. i've had my pain, and i'm learning to handle it. i've finally begun to understand who i am, and what role the people in my life play. life is hard, but it's livable. high school was interesting and i had some pretty wonderful experiences with some amazing people, but i've had my down times. and it is perhaps these moments that have truly showed me the person that i am.
i told lindsey before she left that she would take all the beautiful things of this place with her next year and to not worry. we should all do that.
but still, never forget what we left behind here.
...including that missing hand. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2004|08:17 pm] |
we're baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.
banquet pictures to be posted. word. |
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| I MISS COLLSCOLLS |
[Feb. 12th, 2004|03:26 pm] |
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O-M-G!!
I CANT BELEIVE U LOSERS STOLE COLLSCOLLS!!!!!! I WANT HIM BACK AND I WANT HIM NOW!! U DIAL/VENTURE LAMEASS BEST WATCH URSELF! U MAY HAVE WON THIS BATTLE BUT U HAVE NO NOT WON THE WAR! mmmmmwwhhhhahahahah (<----evil laugh)
~The Jester
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[Feb. 11th, 2004|11:13 pm] |
ok i decided to rewrite my edited thing because it was kinda mean and condescending.
first and foremost. we know who the bandit is. was. whatever. doesn't matter anymore.
secondly, i want to apologize to dial/venture for the blame we laid upon their shoulders for our missing key. what you have to understand, is that all the clues pointed to dial/venture as the culprits. think about it. there's a "bandit" on the loose in our livejournal, we found signs that said "dial venture wuz here" and a green sign that said "hrc sucks" in our room, and we're not even allowed in dial/venture anymore. obviously we concluded it was dial/venture's fault. plus, the key was found in your room. what would you guys think if your key turned up in our room? it works both ways.
also, i want to say to leah that i'm sorry i brushed you off when you tried to talk to me in the hallway. i was flaming mad and ready to kill nick for causing the feud and i wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone and i felt bad afterwards. to be honest, we always knew most of dial/venture wasn't involved with this whole battle thing.
but i'm off. bandit comments, once found, will be deleted.
entries ensuing should not have to deal with them.
goodnight,
christine |
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| Godfather of Lame (with a capital LAME) |
[Feb. 11th, 2004|07:26 pm] |
Does anyone have directions to Lent Road? aka cyril's house (im not allowed to say the house number for confidentiality purposes) C-ver is going to have some friendly visitors over vacation! ;)
~The Jester |
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| WHO THE FUCK TOOK THE KEY |
[Feb. 11th, 2004|11:48 am] |
WHO THE FUCK TOOK THE KEY? That's all I'm writing for now because I as angry as prostitute who wakes up in the morning and finds out that the old man she FUCKED left without paying. So if you want to mess with me then keep up the DUMBASS work. If not then turn in the key or else I'll get collcolls on yo' ASS! Remember, G-UNIT brings the heat and unless you want yo' ASS to feel like summer, you'll turn in the GOD DAMN FUCKING KEY
SHIT! |
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[Feb. 10th, 2004|10:21 pm] |
"you will be losing a very important member very soon?"
wtf is that!?! r u Miss Cleo or something?!!? get over urself, ur not cool or funny!
~The Jester aka L. Simone |
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[Feb. 10th, 2004|09:49 pm] |
renee
i am most joyous at present.
and at late, have realized i have not yet begun my scholarship essay. pity me the fool.
but that has no bearing on the news i must inform you of. oh, and have you seen the flag kurt and i drew today? you should have been there 4th. |
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| SORRY BANDIT |
[Feb. 10th, 2004|06:02 pm] |
We had to calm security down because our security is PSYCHO! So sorry about the crazed entry from Master Christine. Anyway, Dial/Venture bandit I see that you chose to ignore the warnings and continue to harass anyway. That's okay because it makes life interesting, but what will be more fun is to watch you suffer when we take you down. Christina, Christine, and I are coming after you. We've done some heavy investigating and questioned some people and we've pretty much figured out who you are. If I were you I would watch my back because we could be anywhere at anytime. It's not safe outside your stupid A309 room which is full of all the dorks, including the naive GDL.
Bandit, you talked about a MOLE...well we've got our own double agent as well. You think you're the only one with smarts? Ha ha, think again, we've got all the bases covered and it's bottom of the ninth...translation - you'll soon be OUT!!!!
Until next time punk! Remember we've got eyes everywhere...
By the way, Christine the colors are cool and all but can you change the theme because the plaid reminds me of something Steve Urkel would wear.
G-Unit!!! |
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