I miss everyone!

I feel a lot better now.

A girl I used to talk to at SCC, (the one I wrote about not last summer, but the summer before, the one that looked like Kirsten Dunst, well) she IM-ed me (we talk on and off about 10 times a month).

And I told her how I was feeling about everything, and she told me how she was, and she got my cell and said that she missed seeing my face, something like that, at school.

Well thank you. (And I kinda miss school. And seeing her too, but that whole environment. Maybe Im just in a mood. Maybe I just cant wait to get out. Maybe I just want friends again.)

But the day had started getting better when I burned the first 20 songs of how I was feeling from my old computer (which holds a little over 500, which really isnt that much compared to other people) and started with Mondo 77 by Looper and ended it with Damn it Feels Good to be a Gansta by, well, I dont quite know right this second.

And whats cool about it is there is this whole array of different music in between (in alphabetical order, of course) (to be honest, a lot of it is semi-depressing, slow, but someisnt) (and also, it’s in alphabetical order according to my computer, so if something has a * or anything, it’ll show up earlier, and why am I telling you).

Anyway. I felt better. And then she said that. And then Im writing happier.

I have something to tell you next time.

dj_johnnyquest

November 4, 2003

yes jon, you are a gangsta.

Scripted Confusion

Geto Boys, and damn it does feel good. ^.~

sorry I left like that.. my comp froze and it wouldnt let me back on… and then my gf wanted me to pay attention to her… blah! lol .. I’ll call you soon and we’ll catch up… later Dave

apparently we only get a chance to hangout when its spontaneous and not planned. because when its planned other things come up and get in the way of our hanging out and things get messed up. my play is going to be soon. because i finished the rewrite last week. my school’s talent show is going to be the 14th. not this friday, but the next.

i might have to do a monologue and i’m nervous. we’re doing an improv skit with all the actors that want to be involved, i think. i’m nervous about that too because god knows i laugh at everything. steel band is performing. thats the one thing i’m 100% ocnfident about. we rock and mr donnan is just freaking sexy and i like looking at him after school for 2 hours every tues.&wed.

i dont know why i’m writing you all these comments while i’m sitting in journalism. maybe because i’m putting off doing my story about people in the military and wondering why the hell the air conditioner is off. and what im going to eat for lunch because i dont know anymore since the school food is horrible and i want a large pizza hut thin crust cheese sitting on my lap that i can have all.

all to myself, nontheless. and probably a movie to watch. there’s a lot of movies i need to see. but i refuse to see the matrix for some reason. this weekend im seeing elf and i am determined to see ‘radio’ even if i have to go by myself that movie just looks SO good and if its not i think i might cry. i could sit here and write you notes all day, i think. but i can’t because my computer sucks

so this will be the last one. they were totally random because for some reason my mind thinks you like it. your writing makes me want to write, but i can’t write the way you do and it dissapoints me. if you wrote a book i swear i’d probably read it 10 times a day because i love the way you write, it’s different. and it’s good.

ok i lied. this is the last one. one day, mr. strong, when you are feeling spontaneous we should hangout. because that seems to be the only way we ever see eachother. or whenever i go to borders, you’re there and we talk for about 20 minutes about stupid things and you see me in my stupid school uniform and i see you in your work one. and it just works that way. i hope i see you soon. <3diana

f=uck you too jon amos