pizza party

drew picked me up at school, and we whisked past a few of his professors on our way to ritters to pick up a few more people, but it was closed. onward to the party.

when we get there its a mix of everyone i knew from FHS, but the ones that i wanted to see didnt show up for a while. by the time they all got there we had already ordered pizzas. k2 ordered the "sharp edge" pie, which i had to pick the pepperoni off of, but it had ricotta which was delicious!

this place we were at had an attic, and after exploring up there todd and i realized that all of the projects being stored up there were from my year, but now he was in school and the timewarp was almost too much.

we contemplated sneaking out the northeast firedoor right near the boys bathroom like we used to in mr. hardy's class, but ended up sticking it out.

candy monsters

i can't remember how it all started, but once we had offered up as many tiny colorful candies to the monster as we could it finally left and we were alone again in the hot tub. i can't believe we all snuck away from the group to the same place. no reasonable young people would spend their vacation at the resort for the elderly. it just seemed like the place that no one would ever look for us... and then there we were. all thinking the same thing.

well, now that its over and we have appeased the giant shadowy thing, i dont know what to do with myself. i think we are all going home on diferent flights tomorow, to different places. our makeshift headquarters is going to be mark's room once again even though there are candies scattered on the floor there too.

architectural digest

it was amazing that their new house made it into the magazine. the open living spaces and raised platforms incorporate all the best parts of balinese design into a beautiful and contemporary house in hawaii.

he had the sinking feeling that no matter how beautiful the space and how inspired the design, no one would ever respect him when his glossy spread was two pages over from images of how W and the mrs had redone the white house during their stay there. unfortunate.

face

"oh god, whats happening" she thinks to herself, unable to scream, as another piece of flesh falls away from her face, revealing more of the sticky lemon jello layer just under the skin, above the pink that begins to reveal itself now as well.

"why?!?" silent still, "should i call for help?"

now her whole left cheek has come off in soft little pieces into her hand. painless. without reason.

"how much more? why? when will it stop?"

night life?

its late, and she gets the tab at the bar. "don't worry i can just put it on my card," sweet.

"$1,000.00 can that be right?"
"no that says $100,000.00"
"damn, this has been a classy night"

as they leave the bar, it seems that the friends they thought were too busy for drinks get spotted in quite compromising positions with a few gladiators on the roof of the adjacent building.

"so thats where they were..." she comments under her breath as they scamper away, a handful of bright shiny moons under the red glow of the starless city sky.