she's just waiting for the summertime when the weathers fine

oh hello, me is back once again. how is everyone? (all of my contacts are probably inactive, so it's likely that i am talking to no one right now)
 
i feel like playing a game. i'm gonna shuffle through itunes and pick out the best first lines and make a story. yay. it's midnight.
 
hey boy, sitting in your tree. yes i can see you. you are an obsession. i went back to ohio, but my city was gone. some people live on a house on a hill. in the time of chimpanzees i was a monkey. ain't nothin' but a gangsta party. i am the man, so proud i am. holly came from miami fla. take me out, tonight. the city is at war! now here's a little bit of old school for you. right about now, you're about to be possessed. cursed on the floor when i moved in, this little bungalow with some strange new friends. it's worked so far, but we're not out yet. drop your glasses, shake your asses.
 
#2
first floor, room sixteen. the very thought of you. woah, i feel good. this is how we do it. this album is dedicated to all of the teachers that told me i would never amount to nothin', to all of the people that lived above the buildings that i was hustling in front of and called the police on me when i was just trying to make some money for feed my daughter, and all of the n's in the struggle, you know what i'm saying? there'll be girls across the nation that will eat this up, babe i know that it's your soul, but you could bottle it up? as i walked through the valley of the shadow of death i take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left. if you are falling, then i would catch you. she got out of town. you are my sweetest downfall. ladies up in here tonight, no fighting. beautiful, dirty dirty rich, rich rich, dirty dirty, beautiful dirty rich. we'll be singing, we'll be winning, we'll be singing. your shadow walks faster than you. three little birds sat on my window. little boxes on the hillside.WHATCHU WANT, BABY I GOT IT. I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MY REPUTATION. i used to rule the world. do you want to come and take a ride with me? that's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an airplane. me and all my friends, we're all misunderstood. EVERYBODY DANCE NOW.

What I won't be wearing this Spring- continued!
Original here: http://www.polyvore.com/wannabe_wardrobe_spring_2010/collection?id=419840

visited the east village this weekend, such a cool neighborhood. wish i could have visited stonewall inn, because i discuss the 1969 raid in my gay rights paper.
 
sorry this is soo terrible! first collage thing
 
title totally jacked from tanalicious
 
OH and check out ma flickr that for some reason i never shared on here... flickr.com/meredithphotos

else; story soon!
the body of tate de brees was found in her room by her unsuspecting roommate. we don't yet know how she died, but charles has sealed off the room, and the girls are beside themselves. well, some of them are...

meet in the common room at 4.45 to remember tate.

blegh, considering how much i hate this set, it took waaay too long to make.
 
We had finished the windows quickly, even without Rhett's help. So what better to do than relax? I figured I'd be doing a lot of it anyway in the next day or two- or decade. It seemed as if a drummer from some insane metal band had gone crazy on the roof. And the occasional thunder, a smashing cymbal that caused even the least faint-hearted to jump. When I heard about the attic gathering from some passerby, I was not surprised at all. It was probably Hannah's idea, just another attempt to scare off the shy girls. In some ways, she was amusing, her pathetic endeavors to get others to join her ignored by most. Waving goodbye to Alexander, I wondered what she would be like if she weren't doped up all of the time- "normal"? Yeah, probably- just another worshipper of *that* posse. Was there ANYONE here I could really relate to? And one would think there would be at least one person I could rely on, maybe even for just one year. But no- oh wait! There was that girl freshman year, oh what was her name... uh....mary..marie...MARJORIE. A drinker too, I recalled. Both of us did not open up very easily, but our good friend Alcohol facilitated. Drunkenly venting to each other on my bed, we could go the entire night just complaining about our lives. She was much more messed up, a senior who had gotten sick of the campus, the people, everything. And as a senior myself, I could see why. She didn't even get through her last semester, dropping out before even saying goodbye. Two weeks later, Schneider announced her suicide.
 
I blocked it out of my mind, bolting up the stairs to the fifth floor as thunder crashed loudly. And there it was- the infamous attic. I'd been up here before, with a few others, of course, but those were days the sun had actually made an appearance. Now, there was limited light, a few torches and flashlights spread throughout the room. Apparently, I was one of the last to get there, Mac entering after me, swatting a cob web and saying something about the room looking like it belonged to Ann Coulter. A few unsure laughs followed, and I'm almost positive I saw Blaise cross her arms at the other end of the room.
"Alright gang, I think that's all of us," Calle said, sitting down. Her friends followed, their lights with them. I reluctantly surrendered, dropping into Indian style.
 
"Wait," a soft voice came from the steps. Kennedy pointed her obnoxiously bright flash light in the direction of the source of the sound. Phew, only Cadence. She sat next to me, her huge eyes illuminated. "Don't start without me."
 
And so it began, a ping pong game between an asker and their victim. And finally, the ball landed in my court.
 
"Else," said Ames, the nosy one. Oh goodness. "Truth or dare?" I passed on the latter, considering we had some pretty imaginative people sitting there. But oh, did I set myself up. "What happened sophmore year? You know... between you and Hunter?" It was inevitable that I would have to explain that night. And I swear, she took out a tablet to jot it down.
 
I couldn't lie, I mean, I hated the majority of them, but I couldn't lie.
 
"Uh," I gulped, unsure where to begin. It wasn't that big of a deal, for a normal person. But for me, it was. "So there was a party..." Wow, how very cliche. "We were all drinking, and I was completely gone." I glanced around, weirded out that thirty eyes were staring at me. "These senior guys... I think there were maybe four of them... were with me and we decided to go out into the woods. I didn't know them that well when I was um... sober. Anyways, we left the building, and once we were alone they,"I gulped,"forced me to do all of this stuff..." I paused, hoping I wouldn't have to elaborate.
 
"So Hunter apparently saw us leaving and followed. He got me out of there, earning two black eyes in the process. But I was so grateful, I um..."
 
"F*cked him," Kennedy said, her expression blank. I nodded.
 
"So, um, Cadence, truth or dare?"
 
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Eventually, we all got bored of the childish game. We resorted to chatting, as girls do.
"Else!" Claire ran over to me, shining her flash light on my outfit. "You wore something girly last hour too! I'm glad to see you're happy!!" I guess they do pay attention to me...
"I will never succumb to pure girlyness." I said.
"Oh please! Since you've been hanging out with Alexander you've been so happy! I couldn't help but to notice in the common room. And now look at you, wearing this!" It WAS an extremely girly piece. So girly that my former debutante mother had secretly packed it in my bag.
"Clare, we're not even dating."
"Not YET!" I cocked an eyebrow. "Oh please," she whispered. "You've got the look...the look of love!"
 
comment with 'rough night' if you read that shitastic story

uplifting title, right?

na na na na na na na na na

things are starting to get weird in joeys - windows are shattering and rain is leaking in at every opportunity. schneider has called a dorm meeting for 2:15 in the common room to work out a "storm management plan" - mostly boarding up windows and sealing doors. stay away from electronic devices if you don't want to get shocked, and whatever you do, don't keep schneider waiting.
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"come on, else. you know how crazy schneider is!" alexander sat on my bed, impatiently. "alright, alright," i responded, pulling my head through a striped sweater. "what time is it now?"
"2:10!" he shrieked, causing me to question his gender.
"fine, let's go." we rushed down the steps and down the hall, finally reaching the common room, the almost completely vacant common room.
crashing on an available sofa, i lifted up alexander's wrist, the silver chain of his watch blinking as lightning flashed outside. 2:13. "professor forrester says it is always good to be punctual."
"yeah," a deep voice from the left agreed. "i've been here for the last ten minutes." eliot said, adjusting his jeans.
"no suit today, huh?"
"well there's no classes.. why not? i mean i only own one pair, and honestly i feel more comfortable in a suit." i laughed, turning my head to see who had entered the room.
"yo fagatron," matt said to alexander, falling into a recliner.
"now that's enough matthew," mrs. schneider scolded, her hair dripping wet. "where is everyone?" she reached for her watch. "it's..."
"2:14," alexander said as a few more students arrived.
"well let's hope everyone is here on-" a large crowd of students came in through the door, their chatter cutting her off.
"lovely," she said, checking her watch in case they happened to be one minute late. "let's start."
hunter interfered, an obnoxious techno song blaring out of his handheld speakers. cooper fistpumped from the opposite side of the room and hunter stopped in front of mrs. scneider. "yeahhh way to start the partaaaaay mary!!" (if someone else already used her first name, tell me!)
"duuuuude chill out," jersey said, sinking lower into a leather chair.
a frown appeared on the dorm advisor's face, a thousand wrinkles following its wake.
she rambled on about the windows for what seemed like forever. before i knew it, alexander and i were off, along with two hammers, a box of nails, and a bucket of planks. we decided to go to the second floor, right near the stairs. and there he was, staring out the large window. only this time, there was a large crack in it.
"rhett! what are you doing?" he shrugged, still staring off into the distance. alexander and i quickly nailed several planks down. "want to help us rhett?" i swerved around, realizing i was in fact speaking to a beige wall. he was gone.