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[Apr. 19th, 2007|x|06:47 pm] |
Lettie, was it you I made a coffee-promise to?
Or was it Anne?
Perhaps both?
I've been so swamped with shit lately it's a problem to remember anything.
It's so hard to believe that college is only months away. I'm eighteen years old; at the end of this school year, I'll be out on my own. It's creepy, really, and scary. I'll admit to it. I've lived with my parents for eighteen years, and now I'm suddenly looking into getting my own apartment? It's a change.
Mom and Dad have been getting really pissy about their "poor Christian's future." They don't think writing is going to get me anywhere in the world; apparently, they want me to be a lawyer or a doctor or something. No. I am a writer. I might be living under an overpass in Boston, but I'll be a writer like want to be. |
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| I'm home. |
[Apr. 8th, 2007|x|09:13 pm] |
Don't get too excited. (God, I sound so emo.)
Mom totally had a pregnancy scare while we were gone, but there will be no more Andersen kids. She's 41... it's getting kind of late. I'm content with being an only child. I get stuff.
But I'm eighteen now. It really doesn't feel any different. Oh well. Pretty soon I'll be out on my own. Dear Jesus.
I told you guys (or the scarce few that read this, anyway) that I got into Brahman, yeah? If not, I just did. That's probably where I'm going. Everyone else seems to be. I got into CSU too (which is where Mom and Dad want me to go), but eh. I think Brahman will be my school.
That mermaid story that I started to write a looooong time ago? Yeah, I finally finished it. I'm not sure it's fit for human eyes. Into the file it goes, perhaps for some editing twenty years in the future. |
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[Apr. 2nd, 2007|x|06:19 pm] |
t haI'm in Colorado for spring break. There isn't much of an internet connection for me to get my hands on. I don't have my car, so I can't drive to the coffee shop without begging my family, which isn't something I want to resort to. I don't have one of those fancy laptops like all of you rich kids do either. You're just going to have to live without Christian Andersen for a little while. You're all crushed, I know.
If anyone needs me, find someone with my cell number. I know there are a few of you out there.
ETA: Is it sad that I forgot to say that my birthday is in two days? I'll be eighteen, and I didn't even mention it. Whoops. |
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[Mar. 18th, 2007|x|06:47 pm] |
Am I the only one who didn't get completely smashed last night?
(Not that I didn't want to.) |
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| Email to Anne |
[Feb. 28th, 2007|x|07:18 am] |
To: aharvey@eupheme.webmail.net
From: hcandersen@eupheme.webmail.net
CC:
Subject: Talk
I'm worried about you. I don't know if I should be, but I am. I've seen less and less of you since or movie disaster. I know it's not my fault (or yours!), but I can't help but wanting to blame myself. Like I said, I'm worried. You might not want me caught up in your affairs, but I'm trying nonetheless. Talk to me. Tell me you're alright, so I know I'm not crazy.
You know where I live... I think. Stop by. And if you don't? You have my number. Call and I'll come and get you.
-Christian |
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[Feb. 16th, 2007|x|07:44 pm] |
| [ | tunes |
| | Megalomaniac— Incubus | ] |
There's a dance tonight. I'm going to go, even though I'm girlfriend-less. There's not going ot be any costumes involved this time, thank God, so no reason for Dot to think of new nicknames for me. I hope and pray that there is no repeat of Halloween tonight. You all remember. I know you do. And if you don't, you're lucky. You'd think you were crazy if you knew what was going on.
I'll see you guys tonight— I plan on staying for the duration. The cell is staying at home, so Mom and Dad will have to find someone else to call and bug the shit out of; too bad I'm an only child. And I'll have the car, if anyone needs a ride or anything. |
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[Jan. 31st, 2007|x|09:19 pm] |
You know, one day I might get around to keeping all of my promises. I don't see that day on the horizon.
Anne: We are going to the movies. Tomorrow night. I don't give a shit what homework either of us have. We're going.
There. I took a little initiative. Let's see if things actually happen this time.
Scott and I got detention the other day in math. It was pretty retarded. We weren't being disruptive or anything— we were writing and chatting to ourselves. It's not like you could have heard us over the stupid teacher's incessant droning. He came by and asked to see our work. I had a rhombus. That should have counted for something! I'd even drawn little congruency ticks on there. It was more than Scott had; he had his initials and those of his fair damsel scribbled all over.
I didn't tell Mom and Dad. If I did, I'm pretty sure they'd take every pencil/pen/crayon in the house so I couldn't write anymore. Then, of course, I would have to go emo and finish my mermaid story in my own blood.
There are so many strange things going on at school that I can't even begin to describe. Most of them don't involve me, yet. The operative word being yet. Eupheme (and Icaria as a whole) is a crazy ass place; we're crazy ass people. I'm not sure things'll get any better if any of us wind up at the same college.
Speaking of colleges, I sent off all of my applications. Most of the schools I applied for are in New England, I do believe. So much for me ever getting back to Colorado. I was really looking for some kind of art school— I looked at the School of the Museum of Fine Arts and the Massachusetts School of Art, but neither offer a concentration in any kind of writing. Anyone know of any schools I could still send my application to and not miss the deadline?
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And it's times like these that I hate don't like living with my parents. Mom's insisting that I need to do my homework now, and she's "not afraid to unplug the computer". Oy. |
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[Jan. 25th, 2007|x|06:33 pm] |
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| [ | tunes |
| | Golddigger - Kanye West | ] |
I talked to this kid named Jacob the other day. He seemed like an ass. I might have come off a little... peeved, but whatever. I don't think I made a bad enough impression for him to be all holier-than-thou.
Anne: I know I haven't gotten around to calling you yet. Every time I start to, something else happens. How about I cut to the chase and just ask you here? How's your schedule for this weekend looking?
Chris: We need to get together again sometime, man. There's a little something I'd like to talk to you about.
Everyone else not important enough to warrant their own name followed by a colon: Talk to me. |
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[Jan. 21st, 2007|x|07:14 pm] |
I took Dot to the airport the other day. It was a pleasant drive, even though there were duck cracks all of the way. We went to Historic Boston and looked around before her flight took off. I had a cheesesteak for lunch. They're not as good as they are in Philly, I'll tell you that.
When I got home, Mom and Dad about killed me. "Where were you all day?" "Why didn't you call?" "Why are there Cheezits all over the place?" They didn't punish me or anything, though, so it's okay.
Anne: give me your number. I want to call you so we can meet up and go to the movies or something. |
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[Jan. 18th, 2007|x|09:37 pm] |
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Dear electric company,
So, it would be extra nice if the power would stay on constantly, seeing as how my computer is plugged into the wall. I'm paying for electricity (okay, my parents are, but it sounds better if I take some responsibility) and want it.
Thank you,
Christian Andersen
In other news, I'm upset about that ban thing at the dorms. Well, sorta. I don't think I've ever been to a girls dorm room with the door closed anyway. Sigh. But, girls, since I live off campus... my door doesn't have to stay open. If you know what I mean. That was my lame attempt at saying 'some chick, pay attention to me'.
I've offered Dot a ride in my car... I'm hoping she accepts. I want out of here. Bad. |
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[Jan. 9th, 2007|x|07:41 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | school | ] |
| [ | tunes |
| | The washing machine | ] |
Classes are all right... so far. I've got Dot in three classes; it's hard to escape the conversations about the duck costume. It seems that that's how most people remember me- "Christian the Duck Boy". Oh well. I know Dot does it to be teasing; I think. I'm not sure. I can't really read girls that well.
I don't have Chris in any classes, as far as I know. It's a little disappointing that I have no one to be nerdy with- at least yet. I still haven't made too many friends. Sue me. I try, really. Sometimes.If anyone ever wants to hang, you know where to find me. If you don't, well... look around. The constant emo kid hair-swooshing I do isn't hard to miss.
Sometimes I think the only thing my mom does is wash clothes. The washing machine seems to be going constantly. Sometimes I wake up to it. Who the hell washes clothes at six in the morning? |
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| Oh God. |
[Jan. 6th, 2007|x|11:07 pm] |
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| | Dad watching 'Deal or No Deal' | ] |
The (dreaded?) Last Semester is upon us.
I'm not ready for the real world. |
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[Oct. 28th, 2006|x|10:49 pm] |
I hear there's a Halloween party tonight. Hell, I'll go. I'll take the car and go. Mom and dad don't care. They want me to get out more, anyway. At least... I think that's what they want. Mom's been all secluded since my grandpa's funeral, and dad's always quiet. I guess I get it from him. Wow, I drift from subject to subject easily. Halloween party. Right. I'm itching to go as a duck. Don't ask why, I have no idea. A nice, fluffly, yellow duck. I'll look out of place with all of the Greek gods and whatnot, but who cares? I will be a duck. If I could find a last-minute costume, that would be grand. |
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[Oct. 23rd, 2006|x|09:24 pm] |
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I've been away from school for a while. Mom and Dad took me back to Colorado for a visit- pretty soon, no?- and my grandpa just so happened to die while I was there. Oh, that was wonderful. We were never really close, but I wrote a story about him. He was a wizard in it. Creepy. It's not fit to be read by human eyes. Trust me. I swear I was high on something when I wrote it.
I hear a lot has been going on at school. I probably don't want to know. This place is utterly strange. I've given up on trying to understand it. Hell, I'm not even sure I understand myself. But did I ever? I do think, though, that I might try to make friends. I get so tired of being by myself all of the time. I've been told there are a lot of people I could be potential best buddies with. I just haven't made any effort. Why can't they come to me? I don't know why I'm so lazy as of late, but I don't see it changing anytime soon.
Back to the old grind. |
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[Jul. 31st, 2006|x|09:53 pm] |
I've heard from reliable sources that there's a party at someone's house on Thursday. A costume party, at that. I've always liked dressing up. I went to Renaissance Faire once or twice back in Colorado, and they were really fun. I don't care what names you call me. What's wrong with wearing tights once a year? Absolutely nothing. I have an idea or two about what I'm going to dress up as, but don't know if I'd be able to go all night in the costume. Maybe if I get drunk, it'll be alright.
I had a weird dream the other night, and I'm just now remembering. It was like... a bunch of different fairy tales all combined into one. There was an ugly duckling, a princess and prince or two, a mermaid, and a couple of other things. It was so realistic, like it'd happened before or something. I don't want to tell Mom and Dad. They'll think I'm (more) crazy.
School's starting soon. Eupheme seems to have some cool people about- either that, or backstabbing liars who put on friendly facades. Take your pick. I'll learn in a few days.
Ugh. Mom wants me to go shopping with her. It's moments like these that I really wish I had a little sister. Or a gay little brother. But I have neither. Why can't Dad go with her? I want to stay at home and see if I can get my muse to work with my dream so I can write something. |
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[Jul. 31st, 2006|x|12:52 am] |
We've up and moved. It's as simple as that. Goodbye Colorado, hello some remote-ass place in New England. Thanks, Dad, for getting a new job. I'm feel so uprooted. All of my friends back home in Colorado are never going to see me again.
There is one good thing about moving all the way across the country. I'm going to a "gifted" school now. Thank God. I hear that Mom and Dad had to pay a bunch to get me in. But I deserve it, right? Maybe this way I can get some of my stuff more recognized. So what if I write for children? They're people too. Little people with sharp fingernails and big attitudes, but people nonetheless. It'll be good to meet other people "like me". What exactly that is, I don't know. It'd be nice to meet a chick who liked kids. But that's just wishful thinking. Girls don't like me like me. Hell, boys don't like me like me either. But maybe this school is different. I hope so. |
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