Today was water. I had no AP English, as we all sat in the auditorium waiting for the photographers to set up the cameras and lights and things. I heard her name and heard her laugh. I screwed up their photo seat and that me smile enough to last until the flash. They told me to scoot over, so I moved the whole seat. I mean, their directions were terrible. So, I smiled slightly more than last year. Appropriate, though my hair looked awful. "I'm standing on a stage of fear and self-doubt. It's a hollow play, but they'll clap anyway." Italics make quotes from young bands seem classical and respectable. I love old pictures. I want to go back in time so bad. See the Wilsons from the '60s and '70s, led by father Thomas Wilson, the almost gentle giant of the 1920s. Marcel A.Viti was an important Italian man who helped him in business. I am listening to One Direction, because you've got that one thing. You think young Brits would have more sophisticated grammar. Nothing has blackened, actually. I just wanted to quote D.a.t.H.
Soft and sacred, sweetly speaking.
ew that doesn't sound cool at all.
Me and Nick wanted to visit both antique shops today, both old and new. We cashed some coins and walked downtown, only to realize our journey through the humid brick halls of steel town was useless. However, we had a pleasant visit to Artisan's. Very pleasant. Thank you, Mathematicians. Because that's just who I am this week. The new antique shop looks legit. We debate over the identity of the interesting coat in the window. They replaced that God-forsaken Hookah Lounge, and Al Basha's red sign still hangs there, big and intimidating, though too high to notice. I should be doing homework, but this stuff is so easy. Checks and balances. I laugh in his face. Wooden houses and coffee-doused. I am soaking wet like the Micks of the '20s, in the beans. Mmmmm.
The Soft V.
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