Tag Archives: Magnolia

26 August 2005

26 Aug

Before I left Magnolia, I promised not to do one thing. I promised myself never to ever do again what I just did today.

I ate at Subway. I thought that it was a blood pact between my stomach and myself, but I gave in and I ate there.

And now I have what I’d consider to be a touch of food posioning. Again. I think that this is almost worse than the Magnolia incident.

I hereby decree at 4:29 AM on Friday, August 26 in the year 2005, that I, Clay Chastain, will never eat at subway for the remainer of my time on this planet.

25 September 2004

25 Sep

I ruined this poor Asian kid’s arm. Destroyed it; deja vu Fight Club, deja vu Magnolia. I love playing trade hits. It’s something that takes the tension off of a moment. When you keep going, even though you can hardly lift your arm, now that’s fun. Bill Luu, rank five or so in the class, destined to be the Asian guy building Honda’s newest technologies in the future, that’s him. And now he has a bruise that is roughly eight inches in length, six inches in width. There is signifigant blood leakage, as well.

In other news, I spent several dollars on sushi. Nigiri Salmon. Or, so I think that’s the name. I don’t deal well with foreign languages.

So far, I have engineered teachers pretty well this year. English will drive me nuts, Spanish is hard in general, and Chemistry wouldn’t remember if I shot her family.

I had an odd dream. I’ll have to tell you about it later.

Hey, do you actually even read this? … You must be pretty busy, I’m assuming. If I was you, I wouldn’t. What have I said in this journal to recap? Nothing at all.

13 February 2004

13 Feb

I sucked at guitar in 04 and I still suck now!

I always ending up feeling like the adult in any given situation. I have to be the adult. People years my senior become little kids when I talk to them. Age numbers are stupid. Pointless. People are at odds to these numbers, fearing them or praising them as they see fit to best match theirselves. I’m lost.

I should have… done something more for my valetine. Her present was so detailed… so complex. I had candy… I’m worthless. I’m sorry. I’m actually playing the blues on the guitar. I don’t know any love songs. Ironic.

Talked to my favourite math teacher from last year today. She’s still as nice as ever. Glad I got to talk to her. I miss Magnolia at times. It was a place where I could be me and people respected me instead of the age number by my name. Ah, yes, I’m dwelling. Angry? No… flustered to find a real reason though. Lately, my words become backwards… I lost control of my penmanship and my typing. Backwards. sdrawkcab? Why is it that I still see little difference, they’re the same word. I just noticed that it’s really not backwards; it’s jumbled. I would make an excellent creator of those annoying “unscramble the word” puzzles I’ve done so much in my school life.

Somebody asked me why I always type in short, concise sentences. It’s a little inside joke: the longer the sentence, the more poetic I end up making it.

Just for tonight, I’ll learn a love song for the guitar and sing it outloud in my room for you. Goodnight.

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