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2003 1 August :: 12.03am
:: Mood: frustrated
:: Music: stepdad! (by hitman sammy sam)
damn, i really havent said anything for a while. well first ill start with today: tamalpa is OVER!!! i ended with a... flop... but its over so whatever, and plus i was sore from weights yesterday. oh and afterwards we ran back and forth on the grass- i went barefoot, and it felt SO good! oh and the guys somehow got onto the subject of sperm banks, and terrence suddenly livened up and he was like "hey, wait, you can get money that way! oh i can make money that way, yay!" which is not a good thing to have in your head. *shudder* and i explained to the girls next to me "well, that would be if he HAD any". actually i considered telling terrence that cuz i was just pissed off that he would say such a disturbing thing. and anyway, who would want to have skinny babies with moles everywhere? ewwww...
im being very mean.
oh heres some other things:
*i have counted almost 40 baby fish in my pond
*i am going to get invisalign (THANK YOU GOD!) and yesterday they took the molds of my teeth, which is basically having silly putty in a plastic tray shoved into your mouth for 5 minutes for the top, and then bottom, while saliva collects in your mouth and you cant do anything about it. oh and they messed up on the top part and had to do it twice :)
*i dont really mean thank GOD, because i have decided i hate religion. at least christianity, specially catholicness (sorry italians) after attending my fuckhead uncle's baptizing of his 4th fucking kid that he didnt want to have but his fucking bitch wife obviously is the "man of the house"... and i had to listen to the stupid church guy saying that ugly piece of turd is another "special creation of god". if that, saddam hussein, and the olsen twins are special creations of god, i am finding another religion.
*in one of my hunger-raids i examined the pantry and found a container of nutella (still edible, too) with a picture saying "try kobe's favorite" on it. hmmm.
*i finished the last gummy bear vitamins
*i found an old ad for kid's sports illustrated showing a copy with kobe on the cover. he really is (was) a role model. i mean, if he's on that, and nutella...
*read some online news shit cuz i was very bored, and theres this contest for nellys women's clothes to find the perfect "apple bottom girl" in otherwords, someone with an ass that can just barely fit through doorways. i wonder if any really fat old ladies will try out for it.
*they'd have to be really short so they didnt completely cover nelly up in the poster when they are rubbing themself on him.
*my driveway-of-doom may be redone... well my mom got an appraisal from this company that does that sort of stuff, and the price ended up being through the roof. well they just sent a letter saying they would take 10K off it since our driveway would make a perfect "before and after" picture in their catalog thing. yes, it does make a hell of a before picture.
*on tuesday i ran for 25 minutes straight!!!! ayyyyyayayay! (you dont understand how much i have worked for that)
*now i just have to work up to running 6 miles straight.
*note to olivia: your magazine was right, p. diddy is in 3 music videos, did the bad boys II soundtrack, and has a show. fine with me.
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leonardiddy
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2003 22 July :: 10.08am
:: Mood: distressed
:: Music: SUFFOCATING
my day:
*mom wakes me up at almost 8 i think
*i go downstairs and my dad yells at me for not understanding chemistry
*my mom joins in and acts like im not TRYING.
which i am.
*then i get a bloody nose. pretty small one though, luckily.
*my mom yells at me (honestly it wasnt my fault)
*then my mom yells at me for not eating her omelette, so i stop chemistry and eat, and then she yells cuz im not doing chemistry
*then i drop my fork and my dad goes "oh she's just so spastic she cant even eat", finally i start crying to make a point because i have just woken up and gotten like the most consecutive insults in 20 minutes
*then my mom and dad start yelling at eachother for some reason
*then at 11 i go to work out with a trainer, that was actually not too bad
*then i come home after an hour and go straight off to a tennis lesson
*with my brother and, turns out, a little girl.
so it is only three of us in this lesson. so at least i am the best ;D .
but its so little-kid-ish it gets to me after a while, and we are running around under the sun when its like 100
*so then after an hour and a half of that i come home
*relax for a while, practice some violin, and eat dinner
*then violin lesson that was an hour and a half but then my violin teacher started going off for half an hour and it was dark and my mom was getting bored. i have to practice "3 hours a day". (wait what's that? sorry, i heard an hour)
*okay ill do 1.5 hours maybe
*then i come home and it turns out that out of sheer niceness (well actually i think he just likes getting his money's worth) he has brought back 2 little apple turnovers for my brother and i from the golf place
*and my mom goes ballistic:
"IM TRYING TO HAVE US ALL EAT HEALTHY FOOD AND NOW YOUR SABOTAGING EVERYTHING",
"WHAT HAS HE DONE? I GO OFF TO THE STORE AND BUY ALL THIS HEALTHY FOOD AND COOK IT..."
*and i say "mom. he is the reason we are ABLE to buy food. and live in a house. and you have your nice car."
*but she still acts like oh, poor her, she works so hard and he is counteracting it all. all her cooking and driving.
Jnr100: my day was not half that busy or annoying
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leonardiddy
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2003 20 July :: 11.20pm
:: Mood: contemplative
:: Music: tchaikovsky
contemplative and tchaikovsky... lol. i am so bored i am downloading classical music. well actually, its the stuff i have to audtition with so i might as well hear what it SHOULD sound like...
i am very bored. many thanks to cristina for making two days of mine fun, but now im back in my house, in my stuffy office, and i think my deoderant isnt working (and i had to share that.)
p diddy is 33. did anyone think/know that? weird. i dont know, how old are most rappers?
my mom is being nice, yet very fucking annoying. she still insists that i eat healthy things. she goes "well its hard switching over when you have a sweet tooth." SHE EATS MORE JUNK THAN I DO, I AM ALREADY HEALTHY!!! all i eat is chocolate- i mean, all the junk food i eat. just chocolate. and chocolate is not junk food, its special.
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leonardiddy
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2003 11 July :: 9.42pm
:: Mood: lethargic
:: Music: in da club
ahh now i have also had a dream about mushroomdiddy! perfetto... yes good times, even tho he really was only THERE he just kinda was staring blankly and didnt say anything. well how could he say anything i dont know what he would say, and my brain doesnt make stuff up about ppl unless i know them well.
my leg has an icepack on it. yep, i tried running today. not too good. i also had a dentist appointment and the long and short of it is i need to floss constantly and massage my gums with a toothbrush while im reading or watching tv or something because i have gingivitis and theyre not a healthy color and theyre too sensitive. yeah i could tell, theyre was kinda blood all over my mouth while she was cleaning. okay, so ill floss, i dunno about the massaging part... and hey, i dont smile with my teeth, so who really gives a shit.
i dont want braces, i dont want braces, i dont want braces... please god please! hes probably laughing saying "haha so she thinks she can be religious now... ha!"
lizzie and i had a discussion about this man who was sentenced to life after sucking boys toes. we also attempted to come up with a word for it. using a latin dictionary, i came up with "digitoplantar (having to do withthe toes and foot) sex" and "performing digito". well i typed sucking toes into google just for fun and i got so many porno links. crazy. i dont get it. turns out their called foot jobs, "If you enjoy watching beautiful women giving foot jobs and
sucking toes, you have found the site to fulfill your fantasies! ..." very weird. doesnt sound too enticing, but hey, things can get pretty lonely for middle-aged-single-men-living-in-shacks, and thats when those kinds of websites become their only company. im not sorry for them, theyre bloody pervs.
i wanna go to rock the mic so bad.
i havent eaten much today, exercise is making me less hungry. maybe my body is instead using up the fat on my hips and i will become stick-like. or at least normal.
not much else to talk about. cept i found out one of my baby fishies has a black tail. very cool. when ure as bored as i am.
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leonardiddy
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2003 10 July :: 4.24pm
:: Mood: exhausted
:: Music: nobody knooowwss, the trouble i seee...
waaay too much running. i am dead. however the helper-guy from redwood is waay hot. and he was pretty nice when i told him i was gonna throw up. hm. nice, hot guy...
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leonardiddy
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2003 10 July :: 8.15am
:: Mood: awake
:: Music: the song with nelly and p diddy
im "awake" cuz i woke up after having a good dream... p diddy was in it hurrah!
at my old school... yeah well i never did get his autograph, well still he was there.
its completely logical, last night i alternated between south park and making the band. ahhh i was dying of laughter- from both of them. south park is obvious, but making the band was very amusing too because p diddy was so HONEST with telling the ppl what was wrong with them. i wouldnt like that... but these ppl get payed for being on the show dont they? so its okay? anyway, he tells the white girl her stomachs sticking out too much and shes saggy all over, another guy he needs to work out a lot, two other guys they need dermatologists, and the other girl she needs a new hairstyle, and that their song was BORING (which it was).
why is that funny? i guess it was at the time, cuz theyre the kinda ppl that are too confident and all. wait now i feel bad. if i was like, for example, justin timberlake or something telling them that, i would hunt him down and shoot him. i am going to anyway. pointless subject
too bad i have running soon. gonna kill myself.
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leonardiddy
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2003 9 July :: 9.33pm
:: Mood: predatory
:: Music: dontchu... forget about me (the one 80's song i can stand)
over the past few days... well, really, nothing new has happened. my mom has been keeping me from eating anything that tastes good (what the hell is that, a diet?!!), i have been achey for no apparent reason (well i guess i have been walking... so sue me, stupid legs!), and i called just about 20 people and nobody could go to the fair. of course that is something that would happen on the very last day. so i didnt go to the fair. great. its just sinking in what crap this july is. oh wait, good movies! yeah, well that also involves people. people who screen their phone calls and go on family trips.
oh, one good thing though. i have a hammock (for reading harry potter), and i fired my dad (now-ex-chem-tutor). actually my mom kinda ended the torture when she overheard me ask a question and he started yelling "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE THINGS SO DIFFICULT?!!!". so she called up this thing to find me a tutor, and then told dad the next day. hah. he deserves it.
ok so that brings up the point, why does austin have to spend her summer getting through half the chem book? well a, because my mom is psychoparanoid, and b, a long story. just remind yourself things could be worse. i also half to practice violin like the devil's after me (...like running, kinda...) cuz i have to audition again for the youth symphony and "need" to get first violin. and i have to do the stupid running thing.
at least i have one friend, even if she is a year younger than me. yeah, theres only one other sophmore girl there, and she looks/acts/talks like shes 12. scared the shit out of me when she told me she was 15. sacro merda di piccione! (btw, there was a kid they quoted about the fair in the marin IJ whose last name is piccione, haha!) oh so yeah, i could become friends with the guys... NOT. weirdos. blech. ok the phones ringing now... its almost 10... hey maybe my dad has to get off the couch and go to the hospital to drug someone up heehee. i am a spiteful person today. (hence the "predatory"... well thats also cuz theres no good food in the house that my mom will let me make/eat and i may have to eat my brother.)
ive been thinking a lot about guys, those hot ones whose faces i cant remember cuz i need need need to be back in school, crazy i know. i saw the best movie ever, well not really, called "while you were sleeping" with sandra bullock and the guy from independence day and the guy who looks like hes made of wax. well sandra bullock works at the subway place and she sees this guy and decides he is THE one for her even though she has never even talked to him. well i dont wanna give the rest away, you should see it, but ITS A MOVIE I COULD FINALLY RELATE TO. ahhhhhh yes that happens to me a lot. so yeah, then i remembered this guy that liked me in 5th grade and i had liked him before that and if my life would have been different if we had gone out or something. really stupid i kno, but my 5th grade year was crap and i cant believe i took advantage of the situation cuz he was such a nice little kid to me... and isnt it true that the people that went out with someone sometime back then tend to go out with people more after that? yeah im screwed up, i'd probably still have ended up this way. damn i talk to much
well one more thing. i hate terrorists. i want to work for the CIA so i can personally track down and kill terrorists and other bad guys of that sort. ya know why?
ITS THE REASON IM NOT IN ITALY RIGHT NOW
ciao
-austin combs (or combes?)
PS omg omg terrance is in the running camp now! hahahahahahahahah!!!!!!! it makes sense and all, he runs... fast too... but seeing him just cracks me up!!!!!
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leonardiddy
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2003 2 July :: 8.12pm
:: Mood: complacent
:: Music: p.i.m.p.
i dont know what complacent means, so if you think i am complacent and go "huh thats weird" its cuz im really not. it just goes to show that they give you a LOT of words to use. theres like, 15 that mean happy. and lots more that mean angry. and then "enthralled" and "exanimate". geez, im not gonna do so well on the SAT, whenever i take it... well anyway, im actually bored as hell and now my brother is home and playing the piano. oh joy. except he cant really play, and during the summer months he likes to play christmas songs over, and over, and over. you know, i cant play piano over, but for GODS SAKE HE MESSES UP ON JINGLE BELLS ALL THE TIME!!!!!!
oh yes, the insect project. does it even count? will i lose my B+ in bio if i dont really give a rats ass and decide to do it- really crappily? why the hell do we even have a bug project anyway, we didnt STUDY bugs. so i have to go downstairs soon and stare at my jar of pond water with mosquito larvae (after killing 4- yes, 4, one after the other- caterpillars) and im supposed to write 400 WORDS ON THOSE LITTLE SQUIRMY THINGS?!!!
also i hurt my knee, walking is painful, and this is the summer i need to figure out how to run. crap. maybe if im lucky my mom will CALL THE FRICKIN PODIATRIST (her opinion is "oh things will hurt at first..." whereas my opinion is i would like to be able to WALK without feeling like my knee has a knife stuck in it) and then maybe i can get orthotics and my right foot wont twist out more than the left so my knee wont hurt no more. or maybe that wont fix the problem and it will have to do with more than just my foot, and have those things fixed to. i could start next year with a braces AND a kneebrace wouldnt that be fun! (lol olivia that would probably make you feel very fortunate). but no. i will assume orthotics will fix it. and for now i must walk around with an icepack-in-old-sock tied around my knee.
is it just me or has the world been sucked into a time warp? oh no, its just my house- my brother is playing the same thing over and over again and making the same mistakes every time. SACRO MERDO DI PICCIONE HES JUST DOING F-G-A TWENTY THOUSAND TIMES AND HE CANT EVEN DO THAT RIGHT
ok now i remember complacent means kind or something. well ive figured out im bitchy, irritable, bored, and sore. i wonder if theres medicine for that.
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2003 27 June :: 9.39am
:: Mood: accomplished
:: Music: that early 90's rock one with the guy screaming about having a fever of like 500 degress i dunno
I HAVE MASTERED THE ART OF TOASTING MARSHMALLOWS. thats right. no really, you should see them, theyre beautiful.
however today is a very hot day and i am in a lot of pain. and now its night. well at least i am wearing a hawaiian sari. kinda like when homer decides to work at home he will gain 300 pounds, and wears a mumu everywhere.
but i actually exercised, yes at 9 in the morning i went off to go run with the stupid camp where everyone is faster than me in the 12 and up group. and a guy of an unknown age (probably 12 or 13) is waaaay too nice to me.
but yeah, this old running guy stayed behind with me on the trail and was like "oh its okay sometimes you just have bad days" and i felt better- not really. cuz i know every day will be bad. and i want to do cross country.
well okay maybe not any day but i think its gonna be almost this hot for a while.
o right, the bitch lady in charge of the pool/tennis courts i want to be part of is taking way too long. well, yes, its all my parents faults, they should have started earlier. but the point is i have to wait for all these rich ppl to vote on my famiily if we're good enough to join, and so i have to wait 2 frickin weeks melting in my house with NO POOL OR AIR CONDITIONING
damn it all. except for my marshmallows, we had a barbecue for dinner and i got to toast some. yumm.
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