2002-04-16 - 4:20 PM
Dos Cervezas (All My New Scrawls)
So I'm in Don's room right now - and it's as hot as southern cooking outside. OOOWEEE! Well, I think I'll leave the story about my day for my update tonight, 'cause I'm pretty sure I'll be updating tonight - well, with what has happened and what will (you'll hopefully find out what I'm talking about in the next entry). So now, for this entry, I guess I just feel like doing something (anything) and just type out a bunch of things that I've written in my notebooks (yeah, there's more). How's that sound, eh? <=0) Well, on to bigger and, I use this term loosely, BETTER things.
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"Don't waste ability; keep dancing. Don't waste paper; keep writing. Don't waste life; keep going."
"So the girl says, 'Everybody likes sex - guy or girl. It's just our nature.'
God, we're doomed. If love fucks us up this much, think about adding sex to the plate."
"Her hair was done up today. It was pretty damn gorgeous if you ask me - it wasn't too ordinary, as it tends to be. But today, it was great, like I said. She towered over me with appearance, sitting next to me - me with my three-day scruff, weary eyes, and the grey polo shirt I've been wearing for the past two days. It's terrible when I think about it. But I forgot about it once I noticed her hair was done up today."
"She was in a semi-slouch position in her seat. With her right arm propped up on the desk, holding her tired and weary head, she rested her other arm over her peek-a-boo stomach. Up and down, up and down, I watched that resting arm go, and I couldn't shake the thought of how sexy she was being. I kept repeating the thought in my head, 'cause maybe she'd hear me. Maybe she'd notice I noticed her. And just when I thought I'd gone crazy - she looked at me."
"One girl cut her hair - what used to be passed shoulder length, was now tapered at the chin. It really did make her more noticeable - she was pretty damn cute, now that I got to see the lines of her neck."
"He was like a god for five minutes, up there making a speech about Maxim. He was so casual, confident; he knew his shit. 'Sex sells.'
I know...I bought that issue you're showing us."
"Sex, sex, sex - everywhere we look. No wonder we bang the shit out of each other...we're not happy, are we? If I have to question, I guess I know the answer."
"Make jokes. Make jokes. Make jokes. That's the only way you'll pass."
"Was it the being blonde that made this girl ditzy, or did the bleach seep through her scalp?"
"She took a slow sip from her Dasani water bottle, courtesy of it being ninety degrees out. Hot as hell. She pulled the bottle down away from her pretty face, licked her lips ever so gently, as if she had just nibbled on some funnel cake and her lips were powdered with sugar. There were sheets of notes scattered across her desk, littered with lines that we'd hear in just a minute. She packed the papers together into a pile, nervously bit her lower lip that trembled slightly, and began to stand up. Her right hand dropped, caressed and glided down her curving hip and all the ways behind her slender thigh, in her attempt to iron out the subtle wrinkles that formed when she sat. She walked to the front of the class - the knocking of her black stiletto heels against the floor echoed throughout the entire room. She turned to the class, papers in hand. Dark brown Chloe glasses held back her long mahogany hair that spilled onto the arch of her back. A fiery red top draped over her shoulders, kept the white baby shirt semi-hidden, letting the smoothness of her tummy peek out. I followed the motions of her breathing - traced the lines and curves of her body, up and down - up and down like breaths. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with the gracefulness of her index finger. She fluttered her eyes like butterflies, and freed an anxious sigh. Then, she looked up at us all, maybe even to me, with those beautiful wide eyes - let out a whispering exhale, licked her persed lips once more. And with a newfound confidence in her soft voice, about to speak her topic, she rhetorically asked, and somewhat naively: 'What is sexy?'"
"She spit fire when he tried to challenge her. She strut her stuff through her words, and demanded that her Destiny's Child POV be heard. I think my switch was turned halfway between on and off at that point. The duel went on, until she finished her side - and then it was amazing. She laughed, and it was heard............*FLIP*!"
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'Tis all that is left in my notebook, thus far. I'll keep you all posted with all my new scrawls - yes...all my new scrawls - inside my notebooks. But for now, I must depart. So I'll talk to you later, oh computer. PEAS! And a woo woo woo!
