The end

Pretty soon she had had enough. Lux wanted control of her life again. She decided to throw away the bird. Of coarse it took her a while to work up the courage to do it, but finally she threw it into the trash can, picked up the black garbage bag, and put it infront of her house for garbage day. Then she opened the windows to air out the house and tried to forget about it. It seemed to help at first. The stench was gone, as well as the flies. But about three weeks later, Lux started noticing a rash. It started on her hands. Lots of red bumps started appearing. They started small but once the rash began moving up her arms the bumps grew bigger. She figured she was just having an allergic reaction to the bird, and it would soon go away.it just seemed to get progressively worse. Lux would have gone to the doctor, but she didn't have any insurance, and was worried the doctor might some how find out about the bird and she would have to pay even more bills. Lux kept finding black feathers around the house, something she also figured was left behind from the bird. But soon she found the feathers in her bed. And on her skin. And different bumps on her back that were hard as bone. She could've sworn she had started to shrink. Her clothes barely fit her at all. When she looked in the mirror her eyes were just all black, and as strange as it sounded, she had been growing more feathers. Her heart rate had rapidly increased. She had become some ugly beast, he long blond hair had all fallen out, her pale skin was either covert with feathers or the rash, which had turned an awful purple color. She had strange bones poking out everywhere. She didn't dare leave her apartment, she kept the curtains drawn, to frightened to let anyone see her, to frighted to let anyone help her. She didn't know what to do. She was horrified with what was happening to her, and unable to bare looking in the mirror, she covert them with news papers. Lux couldnt take it anymore. She went to her medicine cabinet hoping to find something to get her away from what she couldn't even tell was really happening or not. But as she opened the cabinet in her bathroom, a powerful pain took over her, coming from her back and mouth. She was lying on the floor screaming as she shrunk smaller and smaller, and wings ripped open from her back, long sleek wings that were so black they looked blue and purple under the bathroom light. Her mouth had morphed into a sweeping beak, and when she tried to cry out in pain all that came out was an ugly, raspy caw. Soon the pain subsided. The bathroom window was open. Lux flapped her wings for the first time, and flew out the window.

a troubled teen had a run-in with the law

i had to go to the "social" councler today. it was about unexused absences. which is weird because last year i had so much more absences due to ditching and they(the man) didnt bat and eyelash, but this year i have like two and they are getting on my case. even said they'd be sending a letter home, but thats ok because its all ligit with the parents. the councler was a bitch for sure but thats to be expected.
ANYWAY
last saturday night i did something worth mentioning in a blog (for once). i got caught with my comrad trespassing on a rooftop. the man (pigs,cops,police, whateves) were involved. but we didnt get a ticket so all is well. but Im missing the premire of harry potter as consiquence. oh well i am actually not as siked for it as i was last year.

there has been a HUGE harvest moon two days in a row. and its cold and dry now. i lick my lips perpetually and dusk has a beautifull grey blue transparent light that i cant figure out what color it would be on the color wheel (we're making them in art) but it reminds me of picasso's blue period.

i am finally getting along non-awkwardly with my friends boyfriend.

something strange happend today. i was talking to the past love and he seemed diffrent, i couldnt figure out what it was. i thought that maybe when i was infatuated i saw him as an object and not a person, but i knew that wasnt true. i later realized that i had been talking to him without having the overwhelming rush of emotion which had sortof been acting as though i was seeing him through a colored lense or somthing. i dunno it was strange, diffrent.

i bought converse shoes made in the seventies for 2.99 at the local salvation army. i could sell them to a japanese collector for millions of dollars, but there pretty comfy.

catnap.

today, was nice. not wonderful, but nice. i went to school at the crack of dawn for a block two periods, which both turned out to be easy for once. then i went out to lunch, came home at tweleve and slept until four. my dad excused me from eighth peroid (french) which i had been dreading. i was worried when my dad went to parent teacher confrences but, the only thing bad they said was that i would have a's if i was willing to work harder, because i am brilliant. more or less. then the family watched victor/victoria, which i had been wanting to see for a while. and now, a three day weekend.
tralala.

reason # 24759 why i hate sundays

i spent sunday afternoon listening to frank sinatra and looking up biblical allusions. pathetic. school tomorrow.
i hate sundays.

Young adult novel

I do not like suburban kids who's lives are soap operas because they have nothing better to do. Eventually all the problems sound the same. Like all the episodes of the O.C will end up repeating them selves.
i DO like being stuck up in the mountains all day listening to the pixies and having my brian light up. and not seeing my family for 24 hours and pretending to run away. and being in a hot tub while it snows.

my ultimate stoner fantasy is watching beavis and butthead while eating spaggehtio's.

angst

so today, at home, i was wearing my little boy star wars t shirt that i bought for 7 bucks at the local target. my brother saw it and said "why are you wearing a star wars t shirt?". my father was in the room and he overheard and said "she's trying to be ironic." and i said "no, i genuinly like star wars. well the old ones." and then, to my dismay, he looked down and said: "oh. why are you wearing a star wars t shirt?"
le sigh.

the yellow pages

i think im going to start writing letters to random people i find out of the phone book.