Il giornale straodinario del'A. D. L.

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:: 2003 30 September :: 6.55pm
:: Mood: refreshed
:: Music: bad boys for life

about the new picture- yes, thats p diddy, and hes on a roof, and yes that is a golf club, and champagne bottle

and his socks are SO hot!!!

have to get off soon, not supposed to be on computer...

just had a massage to heal my leg. ahhh so nice. i would write more but id rather live (to tell you more later)

so ciao

:: 2003 26 September :: 8.51pm
:: Mood: relieved
:: Music: murphy lee- wat da hook gon be

SO GLAD TO BE BACK... FROM THE SCHOOL WEEK...
so... that weeks over... thank god. i dont know how i made it. actually i do, i realized this morning that the math is due MONDAY. so i can do it later...

my dad is stuck 30 years in the past. so he blasts 70s music... so i blast rap. hes so deaf he probably cant even tell, plus i have the door closed cuz if its too loud it will keep my mom and bro up and also then the swearing will be recognizable. if i could, i would turn up the bass and the treble down. in fact, i will see if i can do that.

back from friday aids meals... another nice output. almost as good as this journal.

Yo! Wat da hook gon be?
uh ohhh!
see i dont need no fuckin hook on the beat,
all i need is the track in the bac round' my head phones loud keep
the drink goin round'and imma rip it

so what else can i talk about?

oh, diddyage: today not too good... yesterday very good... day before that, my memory stops

ok ive gotta turn the music down... swearing too loud

I LOVE OUTKAST!!! theyre so cool...

i had something else to talk about, but...

till lata

i have forgotton

-austin danger leonardiddy

:: 2003 22 September :: 8.23pm
:: Mood: bored
:: Music: no doubt- bathwater

tv sucks
i now know why i dont watch the emmys. cuz it as an award show for the cheesiest shit on tv, or the cheesiest actors on tv, or the cheesiest actresses on tv. and i dont watch cheesy shit. i watch videos on mtv and bet, good saturday night live repeats, almost everything else on comedy central, and occasionally an episode of the simpsons or king of the hill or other shows that 1. happen to be on and 2. are easy to follow and 3. dont have annoying, ugly actors in them and 4. a lot of bullshit.

i think my dad has fallen asleep watching tv. heres a good hint why: i have listened to the noise coming from downstairs for about 5 minutes and i have not heard a single word in english. the verdict: he's watching hispanic tv with his eyes closed.
this happens a lot after a hard day of doctoring, golfing, wineing, or ironically telling us to conserve energy by risking plungeing down the stairs into darkness and getting a concussion. so once he has succesfully gotten us to turn off all the lights, he falls asleep on the couch with the tv on. sometimes ive found him asleep on oxygen, and bet, and now foreign language channels.

:: 2003 22 September :: 1.01am
:: Music: no doubt- ex girlfriend

sunday- the day of whooping homework ass in austin's religion
how come we have so much goddamn homework if were supposed to not work on sunday? fuck that anyway. i hate the stupid bible. its so disgusting and sexist. although it also has funny lines... ok heres some i can remember:

"Who told you that you were naked?!"
-god, mad at adam cuz he ate the apples

"Give me some of that red stuff, for i am famished!"
-some dude... anyway i didnt know stuff was an actual word. its very thought provoking. what is red stuff? does it taste good? can you eat it on crackers? should you refrigerate it?

"come on out to the field with me"
-abel i think, or maybe his brother. yeah well its before he kills him. haha.

and then theres the usual "here rape my daughters" or "you can have my servant as your sex-slave", etc. yeah, great book

latest heart's record: 18-85-104-79

YEAH!

today i had so much math homework to catch up on. grrr. oh god now i remember about my math test... grrrrr...
not going to think about it.

i just realized after looking back at my old entries that i dont even remember writing them. maybe its cuz theyre all written late at night.
whats all that noise downstairs. omg right its the emmmys, i know theyre crap and i dont see why anyone interesting (p diddy) would be on them but its something to do!!!

:: 2003 14 September :: 3.19pm
:: Mood: gloomy
:: Music: no doubt- bathwater

still lots of work
You and your museum of lovers
The precious collection you've housed in your covers
My simpleness threatened by my own admission

And the bags are much too heavy
In my insecure condition
My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again

But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
I can't help it...you're my kind of man

Wanted and adored by attractive women
Bountiful selection at your discretion
I know I'm diving into my own destruction

So why do we choose the boys that are naughty?
I don't fit in so why do you want me?
And I know I can't tame you...but I just keep trying

'Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
I'm on your list with all your other women
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
You make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it...you're my kind of man

Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?

So I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles
Diligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble
Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions

'Cause I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
Share a toothbrush...you're my kind of man
I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it...you're my kind of man

No I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I still love to wash in your old bathwater

i need to find my no doubt cds, theyre in the ol' exploder or somethin. lots of work still, mom being a bitch, hair needs to be washed so im taking knots out of it...

i guess even if i was in a happy mood it would be smothered by the amount of work i have.

i hate my mom. she is a mean spaz. i hear her downstairs going "shes gonna run out of time!" to my dad whos like yeah, whatever. honestly why is it her damn business when i do my work. ive been working all day, doing what i can, so as long as i dont stop working, everything wil be okay. or as okay as possible.

btw i am 5'7 and 3/4"! yeah i know the measuring tape is a fucking lier. but whatever. if i look 5'8.5" then thats what matters.

back to grooming.

Austin
Danger
Leonardini

oh and in the words of homer simpson-
"you can dance! you can dance!
everybody look at your pants!"

:: 2003 14 September :: 11.03am
:: Mood: crappy
:: Music: nirvana- lithium

i feel like shit!
I'm so happy
Cause today I found my friends
They're in my head
I'm so ugly
But that's ok, 'cause so are you
We broke our mirrors
Sunday morning
Is everyday for all I care
And I'm not scared
Light my candles
In a daze 'cause I found god

Yeah

I'm so lonely and
That's ok, I shaved my head
And I'm not sad
And just maybe
I'm to blame for all I heard
And I'm not sure
I'm so excited
I can't wait to meet you there
And I dont' care
I'm so horny
That's ok, my will is good

Yeah

I like it
I'm not gonna crack
I miss you
I'm not gonna crack
I love you
I'm not gonna crack
I killed you
I'm not gonna crack

well those are the lyrics, hey i didnt write them.

i hate being depressed cuz i dont enjoy eating as much and anything actually, theres a lump in my throat but i cant cry, and my stomach hurts and i think my heart does also. im not kidding, it LITERALLY does. and on top of this i have tons of work and ive been kinda sick all week and my mom wont let me communicate with civilization. (im trying to type quietly now.) and last night it took forever for me to fall asleep. the whole time i had that song stuck in my head... (not lithium). i need to talk to people and get away from my house. cuz depression sucks and right now its not going anywhere.

:: 2003 13 September :: 9.48pm
:: Mood: indescribable

dont go around breakin young girls hearts

lol

:: 2003 10 September :: 10.25pm
:: Mood: lethargic
:: Music: red hot chili peppers- the zephyr song

blaaaaaaa (dont want to do homework)
i love red hot chili peppers yaaaay!

i decided today (i mean realized) i cant fucking run. if my life depended on it. well actually maybe, if it was a good day. unfortunately, there are very few good days nowadays...

today after school kadhja and i stole lots of cookies on this plate outside the entrance to the big theater. inside, mr. rich goth-punk and quail were practicing inside. yeah i think the cookies were for them, or anybody practicing, but hey... we had just run.

the cafeteria dude is such a cranky bitch. the door was open at like 3:15 or something so kadhja and i went in to get some banane, and he was like "oh, just so you know, the cafeterias closed after school." thanks, asshole. why cant you close the door. and why cant you serve us anything edible, you have made me become a vegetarian and yet wont serve any good vegetarian meals. so today i had: rice... some overcooked vegetables... and a chocolate milk.

well kadhja and i figured its because theyre doing the "dirty work" right now: either spitting in the soup or de-feathering the pigeons. oh and if its beef: ripping out all the left-over cartilage from a cow's neck and soaking it in sludge for tomorrow's lunch.

just wait, tomorrow we'll have beef... haha

physics was fun!!! i tried counting my hairs, but then again i am not "the average human" considering my heritage. you see, my mom was italian, german and ESKIMO. that is why we have lots of hair.

today not so much time around mushroomdiddy, i only saw him twice. but honestly, give me 24 hours after seeing him last and ill completely forget about him. i have very weird problems. like, going from OBSESSION to blah. until i see him again. well actually that makes sense, i have not met him personally, so really all i go on is his face, and his insane laughing, and that reminds me that he is a spaz, and then i love him madly again.

wait, i forgot, i came into the computer room to do my math homework! right! well ill be going now

...fly away on my zephyr...

:: 2003 8 September :: 6.16pm
:: Mood: giddy
:: Music: radiohead- there there

SPASTICITY
< marquee > < /marquee > thats how you do the html thing, just a remider for me. cept without spaces. yeah its the thing where it moves, ya know...

yeah well im actually not giddy right now, you should know from my last entry, but i was giddy 3 hours ago. SHROOMDIDDYS SHIRT TOUCHED ME!!! lol kadhja i will never wash my shoulder.

plus i was near him during lunch, and as heather said, "omg austin if you just saw that, you would not like him anymore..."

but honestly, that would take a lot. at least more than having problems eating. and i am not one to criticize spasticity.

lol

:: 2003 8 September :: 6.15pm
:: Mood: hungry
:: Music: radiohead- there there

too many bitchy people around me!
so tired of my mom. i just got back from the gym and she tricked me into telling her what food i ate. yeah, i ate a popsicle (frozen juice) and really yummy bar FROM the gym, which if you must know, was 110 calories, and the treadmill said i burned off 220.

so then she started yelling at me telling me how all i eat is candy and i was eating a muffin so she was like STOP EATING!!!

fuck her. i cant help it if i want to eat. and i am a spiteful person; you know what happens when someone tells me to stop eating? it makes me hungrier.

sd,jvgasd,gjkawej. grrrr. whatever, i will just ignore her. after all, i am only further developing my outer protective shell against criticism. the louder she yells, the harder it gets. someday maybe i will not be bothered by her at all.

:: 2003 7 September :: 10.20pm
:: Mood: worried
:: Music: songs from my fair lady

my future
i just realized something. this is sophmore year. i have never had a boyfriend. that sounds alright, but if i dont have a boyfriend by the end of sophmore year doesnt that kinda suck? going into JUNIOR year never having kissed a guy? junior year is late... but if i dont have a boyfriend by junior year im doomed. honestly. goddamnit, i have to wait til junior year? at least, it better be junior year. ill have invisible braces. better than normal braces or thered be no hope for me. oh god i dont like planning out my life like this. aghhhhhhh.

ok i will have a boyfriend by junior year, i will go to stanford, i will become a billionaire.

yeah i can do it.

:: 2003 6 September :: 6.12pm
:: Mood: crappy
:: Music: the godfather theme

~la vita e merda~
heres my away message right now:

"watching the godfather. those people are so lucky. if i had a godfather i would never have problems with my english grades or getting into dances."

well yesterday was pretty wonderful with numerous r.m.s. (random mushroom sightings) so i was all happy and shit. oh btw since im in a not-so-good mood im gonna fit swearing into each and every sentence... and shit. so yeah, kadhja and tara came over to watch the godfather which is good but goddamn long and then get ready for the dance. btw i wasnt very sure when the dance was but i remembered during assembly saying it was from 9 to 12 and shit. so we decided to take a break from the movie and get ready and shit. so we get there at 9 fucking 18 and ms you know who waltzes over with a grin on her face and asks as if we just got there. well yes, you dumb bitch. so we said yes and she said we couldnt get in to the dance and shit because we came too late. and i was like wow my life is shit and said wait... the assembly said it started at nine... why does 18 minutes make a big difference. and she spewed out some bullshit about keeping track of kids. yeah right, dumbass, the reason probably has to do with drugs and alcohol, and we werent very late, and we werent stoned. then there was this long fucked up silence and after like 40 seconds she pointed to my moms car and was like "you better go before she leaves" and i wanted to fucking kill her.

so, right... we came home, oh yeah, just a little pissed. but then again we have like 3 more dances left to go, so no problem. im being sarcastic. im fucking pissed. on the bright side i saved 12 bucks which is a bullshit amount for a dance... but everything else is crap. i never imagined this happening. im just beginning to realize what bullshit it is and how much fun i cuold have had.

wheres a godfather when you need one.

:: 2003 3 September :: 9.59pm
:: Mood: aggravated
:: Music: jesus christ superstar (i dunno what its doin in my head...)

i dunno why but the freshman make me really ANGRY. here are some potential explanations:

1. there are too many of them and theyre getting in my way
2. a lot of the guys have very hot senior brothers (and... im not friends with the guys who know hot people? i guess that makes some sense)
3. the very short and ugly ones cut me in the cafeteria today
4. despite #3, i feel like it is my above-them-classman responsibility to not knock them over screaming "dumb freshman get the hell out of my way and NEVER cross my path again!!!"
5. nowadays everything makes me angry

well anyway, i have discovered some ups and downs to being around hot people. yes i am glad to be back at school ;) because of them. and i am especially happy when i happen to be right next to them. but it turns out the closer you are to them, the less time you are allowed to stare at them. you know if theyre like miles away, you can stare all you want, but the closer they get, the more you have to control how many seconds you stare at them. and ure like "damn i wish i could look at him right now" but they would notice and maybe its even geometrically impossible. like spf last year, i couldnt stare at him cuz he would notice and anyway if i turned my head i would hit him. ok time to go now.

:: 2003 2 September :: 12.24am
:: Mood: shocked
:: Music: the sweater song by weezer

school tomorrow! and CATS ARE SCARY...
ok im extremely lazy so i will tell you my story in conversation form

itALiaNkiwi 23: have you seen dragonfly?
blondiebaby730: no
itALiaNkiwi 23: did you see the trailer?
blondiebaby730: yea
itALiaNkiwi 23: yeah that was hela scary... well anyways
blondiebaby730: yea
blondiebaby730: i thought so
itALiaNkiwi 23: my cat was sleeping on my bed
blondiebaby730: vuh huh
itALiaNkiwi 23: and i dunno you probably have noticed this how like they have this white stuff that goes over their eyes when their sleeping
blondiebaby730: yea
itALiaNkiwi 23: well his eyes opened so they were like almost all white
blondiebaby730: ahhhhhhhhhh
itALiaNkiwi 23: and i picked up his head and it was completely limp
itALiaNkiwi 23: and i was like shit is he dead or something?
blondiebaby730: ahhhhhhhhhhhh
itALiaNkiwi 23: and then i picked up his paws and they were limp
blondiebaby730: omg
itALiaNkiwi 23: and then like 30 seconds later every muscle in his body twitched and i screamed and ran into the hall
itALiaNkiwi 23: and after that i could wake him
itALiaNkiwi 23: up
blondiebaby730: omg
blondiebaby730: wow
itALiaNkiwi 23: but omg i was so scared, it really was like in dragonfly when theyre dead and then theyre not

so yes, if uve seen dragonfly... yep extremely scary shit. i swear people, dogs may be extremely stupid and clumsy, but cats are frickin SCARY. and just last night i had this weird dream that ive had before where this black cat is like following me and talking to me... maybe ill tell you that later cuz i might have to go soon but just so i remember: black cat, gun, bike path, cds

eeeeeeeurrrrghhhhhhh!!!!!

so yeah when his eyes opened, i put my fingers up close to his eyes and its like he wasnt seeing them but he flinched like he knew they were there. and i will never get that image out of my mind when he like twitched all over like he was being shocked by those things they had in the hospital. not just like the usual kitty or doggy dreams where theyre runnin in their sleep. i mean like his front end was lifted up and his eyes were looking at me but not seeing me... omg i will never be able to sleep tonight. ill ask my mom if she wouldnt mind having an extra person in her room... i mean lately she has been pretty generous n all to me since i have been running the skin off my feet. i mean literally i have blisters completely covering my arch. yeah so wait, werent those orthotics supposed to HELP me run? oh no what was i thinking... theyre to make the bottom of my feet turn into pussy water balloons. ick.

remember people: dont play with sleeping cats.

:: 2003 29 August :: 12.37pm
:: Mood: cold
:: Music: erykah badu- danger

just drank a smoothie so im FREEZING!!!

oh god today i have to run... waaahhhh

not much going on, so...
MY BEST HEARTS SCORES SO FAR!!!
4-78-100-78 (hell yeah!)
46-83-96-113
60-102-79-97
61-97-101-105
65-103-87-83

tada!

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