You're Lolita!

by Vladimir Nabokov

Considered by most to be depraved and immoral, you are obsessed with
sex. What really tantalizes you is that which deviates from societal standards in every
way, though you admit that this probably isn't the best and you're not sure what causes
this desire. Nonetheless, you've done some pretty nefarious things in your life, and
probably gotten caught for them. The names have been changed, but the problems are real.
Please stay away from children.


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1.  Death Cab For Cutie - Expo '86

2. Weezer - No One Else

3. Run DMC - Tricky

4. Bright Eyes - Drunk Kid Catholic

5. Blood Brothers - Feed Me To The Forest

6. Hot Hot Heat - Jingle Jangle

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EVERYONE.

So, I totally met the foxyEST guys in DC. Like way better than any Canadians. Exceot one was from Calgary. Josh is a fox times 30. Sexpants had teh best pants ever. And a shirt that said Flipper. And I stalked him. And was stalked but fat Spanish people. It was so freaky. The asked me to pose for a picture then took more when I wasn't looking. Like ahh. Anyways, in the Holocaust Museum there was a guy with a Taking Back Sunday shirt and another one with a Bright Eyes shirt. Taking Back Sunday guy definately had Sarah's shoes. Like woah. Uhm. I wrote you all letters and got Sarah the best gift ever. And all you other kids stuff too I guess. Here are some pictures. They are deff poor quality because I fail at camaraing.

Ps.

Things that were said and done often on the trip.

(8) my girl has eyeballs in the back of her head!!(8) - me all the time in the air and space musuem

DEFFINATLY - ana all the time

crisp and nasties - everyones food

lets buy a bracelet! its for a good cause - jacklyn

omg this is the worst day of my life why dont I just die!? - me everyday

stop complaining *30 seconds later turns around and whines* - davita

the sandwich is peeing - leah k

*lost* - jesse

cant you be jewish for one day!? - davita

SO many more cant type them

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 What's wrong.

I can't seem to get the words out when I'm with you. You ask me and I can't explain. I can't tell you. If only you knew. It took a lifetime to get here. A lifetime you missed and can't ever get back. I told you. Or maybe you heard. About those stupid lonely nights,12 hour spans. Standing silently, watching the moon. The haunting light creeps through the glass and cold flys through the open window. Salt water drips slowly down my face and I can't stand you anymore. More wind blows up cold wet air and hits my face so I can't even tell the difference between my tears and the rain. Nothing makes sense anymore. I feel nostalgic, wanting the past. I decide to watch Beauty and the Beast to cure the tears. Because tears are a disease that must be stopped.

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 This is my update. It will shock you. Maybe even make you a little distraught.

On Friday things were normal the entire day. Except, the night. There had always been something wrong with night but this one was different and scary. Saturday I went to Jack's. I think I may move in there for a while. Or see how things go until DC and take it from there. Went walking. For 5 hours or so. Went malling. Saw Shaina and the gang? Yeah, Shaina Alex Amanda and Bridget. I went home. Showered. Changed. Went back to Jackie's and we went for dinner at her family friends house. We biked. And later, Alex came over. It was an amazing night. We walked so much that day. Alex left. Jack and myself watched Mad TV and SNL. We talked. I had some Rice Crispies and we went up to her sisters room to go to sleep. We didn't. Sleep that is. The convorsation we had was majorly intense. Yeah. Fell asleep. Woke up and went to Hebrew! Was not fun seeing as I was so tired I could die. Afterwards, I was full of energy. Did cartwheels and ran around but we had to go back up the hill because Shaina said her dad would be there. He was. Then Jack left. I sat alone in the shade for a long time. I realized that before I normally would be scared of my "image" and never wanted to be alone. Today, I just did. I kinda liked it. Being different than I normally am. Either way, my dad picked me up. I came home and Sarah wanted to do something with me and Jo B. Bridget and Sarah came over and we ate matza then went out. Walked from my house which is like Louise blvd. On top of that hill. All the way to Western. Then all the way to Prince Alberts. I loved it there. I completely understand why Bridget was so yay about it. Got a ride home with Sarahs dad and so now I am here. Working on my monologue due tommorow? No. Working on my memorization for my midterm? No. Doing anything productive:? No.

 Maybe someday I will see the point of trying so hard to please others. But for now I will just do it because I don't know what else to do.

Yesterday I went and saw Oklahoma. The high-school project. The play itself wasn't so great. Th plot was confusing and strange. The actors were amazing times 2. They sang so well. Afterwards, I was congratulated on my preformance many times. The lead of the play and some of the other major characters took a break from hitting on 6-year-olds and told me I had a beautiful 2nd soprano voice. One said he wet himself because my preformance was so stunning. I thanked them and told them I had worked very hard on this production. They said "Good luck with opening night tommorow." and left. Later I spoke with them a little more. One wouldn't stop shaking my hand. We all laughed pretty hard. Then at about 12 30 I went home. I got to sleep at about 1 30 and was having a dream about people at a picnic. Someone was really upset at something but I don't remember what. Then Take Me Out starts playing really loud. I sit straight up and my muscles all go tense. As I realized it was only my phone I glanced at the clock. 6 30? Who is calling? Jackie obviously. It was so dark. I couldn't find any clothes. We talked while I got breakfast and went to my basement (*shudder*) to get clothing. I can't stand my basement. It's all wet and very very cold. I went to choir and Mr Holowitz asked how I liked the play last night. I don't like cowboys. French. I found my binder when I got there. Well no. I found it at the end of class. In english I spoke the language earlier stated. Lunch. Math. I read A Farewell To Arms. I no longer care for math and so I dont try. Gym. Sex ed. Jackie is starting a rumour about me being pregnant. Upon my request of course.. right. After school.. I dont know.

I'm so tired. As I was driving down the street I almost fell asleep. The smell woke me up. It nearly killed me. I could have passed out in that haze. It filled me up and coated my insides with a thick grey smoke. If smoke was a liquid. I coughed once. He turned around and I thought twice before doing anything. His dirty baseball cap also had a certain unpleasant smell coming from it. Tahnk god they let me out.

 Okay. I was just informed that I work at Hooters. Wow.

 So on the flip side, my day was fantastic times three. In French I basically was 30 minutes late. Then we had a test, which I didn't finish. During the test, grade 9's with last names from A-L were called for shots. Eeek. I wasn't planning on getting one, I just wanted out of class but I got there and Alyssa, Meagan, Jess, Jen, Alison and others convinced me to get it. I. Was. So. Scared. But it didn't even hurt. Then I guess first period ended. I went with Sarah and we got my stuff from my French room. Then her stuff. Then we ditched our stuff and were kings of the castle. Well I was king. She was queen. And it was a dirt pile. But it was grand none the less. It was really nice out but we kind of thought we should go back to class. So we did. She went to Math and I went to English.

 I arrived at my class like 45 minutes late. I open the door and walk in trying to look like I just had a reaction to the vaccine. I obviously succeeded. Acctually, I dont think she even noticed I was late. Just handed me the over-heads and said to copy them down. She was even cheerful. So that's what I did in English. Copied over-heads.

 In third I went back to French and finished my test. Oh right. In english I copied over-heads and made cheat notes for my French test. Because when I told her I didn't finish it she told me I got half of it wrong. So I went back and finished it, then went to choir. I have a love affair with choir. You know? I love it but it's such a hassle to go do it. And I didn't eat. Sigh. I completely love the songs though. The phantom ones just made my day. I got pretty confused with the Bohemian Rapsody though seeing as all me do is make weird noises instead of acctually sing the song.

 In math we got switched. Our. Desks. Were. Switched. I nearly died. Me and Rachel are like FAR APART. Jeeze, I sit next to Colin now. Or is his name Travis? Either way he's really annoying and loud. I am the most messy in my row now that I don't sit near Rachel. But! I am near Tasha so that is fun and good. She didn't let me eat. And I was acting all depressed and such because of the desk change and the lack of food. And I acctually worked. On my English homework. But still it's working. She looked worried. I wasn't talking or being obnoxious. Thank god we are having another switch next month.

 Gym. Oh god. I was so late. I didn't know if I was going to go or if I would skip with Jess and Jesse. But no. I went. But I had to get dressed and I can't open lockers with these fucking nails so I was very late. My stuff was in three seperate lockers. When I got to gym they were in the middle of a test. Well no. They were at the beggining of a test. And I did it as fast as I could. Bad idea. I think I failed it. Unless I was right when I said FIT stands for Flexibility, Independant and Time. I think I was wrong. We played a game I had played before and one I hadn't. It was my first time ever playing dodge-ball. It was so fun x2. I love it.

 After school. Was good. 9/10 choir rehersal thing. I like the Come to me, Oh my love song. It's pretty. I sat and talked to Bridget and Sarah and Alex and Shaina. And it was fun. But I was tired. My dad picked up me and Bridget and we took her home. Then he went to the bank and I walked home from there. And sang the song. Come to me, Oh my love. And I was louder than ever. Amd people were driving with thier windows down. And I sang louder when they drove past. Because I didn't know them. I got home. And now I am attempting to burn CDs for Sarah. Bright Eyes- Digital Ash in A Digital Urn, Bright Eyes- I'm Wide Awake It's Morning, The Killers- Hot Fuss, and I think that's all. I didn't really write that out because you are particularly interested but more because I needed a reminder of which I was burning. So far I have listened to all and burnt none. I'm just not skilled with the computer.

Exaggerated pause.
That is unnecessary.

Snide remark. That is hurt. 

In the news today. I read. About a girl. Who died.

Wrong. Who was killed.

She had gone for a walk. In the park? Yes. And had been taken. By a man she didn't know.

Maybe she wanted to know him. Maybe. She didn't. Maybe he wasn't always the man he was that day. But that day. He was that man. And he killed her.

 Today you told me you would take me to see Paul Mcartney. I loved you so much in that one moment I thought I wouldn't be able to live without you. I'm doing it now. Living without you. But it doesn't have that feeling. That hot,cold feeling. It could rip through my skin. And break my pulse. It could swallow me whole and leave nothing behind. No trace. Like the girl in the park. She had no chance. You gave me no chance. You caught me off gaurd and were so wonderful. How could anyone not love you. How can I live...without you.

From special request of someone who will remain nameless(mostly because I don't know who asked for it) here is this thing. Again.

1. Reply with your name and I will write something about you.

2. I will then tell what song[s] remind me of you.

3. I will tell you what my first impression of you was. (depending on if I remember it)

4. I will tell you what my favorite memory of you is.

5. Last, I will try to name a single word that best describes you.

Today was tonnes of fun. Slash. I love life sometimes. Not in that way. But. In the way you love commercials. Sometimes you can't wait for them to be over. Other days your happy just sitting on your couch watching them play. Other times you wonder what the motivation was of the person that made it. I can compare my life to a commercial on the level that many people are sick of it before they even know what it's about. I can also compare my life to a commercial on the level that it's short. It's loud. Sometimes depressing and sometimes amazing. I love you.

The first thing you said was, "Don't tell anyone."    It's okay. I'm not judging you. You never have to be afraid. But please. Get some help. I'm worried for you. Your well-being in general.

 ^^^^^^^^^^Katz. Me and Cela. Notice Celias awesome facial expression. I thought you would enjoy it.

 I'm in love with Damien Rice. At least that one song he has. And it's all pretty. And it makes you go, sigh, I love.. stuff.

Me and Celia could quite possibly be joined at the brain. I had my corkboard thing out last night. And we had some paint. At the same time we both painted hearts. She said mine was anorexic. I said it was self consious and she shouldn't make fun of it. Anyways, hers was obese. We talked about how we write ferocity. She said my letters were sharp and hers were friendly. I said I agreed. It wouldn't even be weird being friends with letters because they are just so friendly and soft. Esspecially the F. I could be his best friend. Sometimes I wonder why me and her aren't twins. Then I remember it's because we weren't born on the same day. That explains a lot.

 Last night I wanted to stay at church and sing with the rest of the choir kids. Father said, "You aren't asking me to stay at church on shabbat." I replied quite obviously, "Well, I was, but I realize now that your response would be a blunt no." He shot back, "Go get dressed and don't ask me stupid questions anymore." I did just that. He came back later and started talking again, "I hope you don't think I'm upset with you. I'm not. But when you called you weren't asking to stay at the church."  Wasn't I? I thought I was. After all. Why would anyone in thier right mind choose to stay home every Friday night and learn. We have dinner at like 8. That's pretty late. Anyways, by then I don't even need food. I need people to leave me alone. Esspecially father. I don't want to learn about the sacrifices. The holy of hollies. Nadav and Avihu dying because they tried to give a burnt offering to Hashem. I believe in God. Sure I do. There's no doubt in my mind that he exists and created everything. I belive He has a plan. Why? Why does he kill the ones that try so hard to serve him? Why does he judge them so harsh. Why can't he help us a little more. Why do bad things happen to good people.

If god has a plan why do we have free choice. Why do the ones who believe in god always seem to lose faith. Maybe you just never hear about the ones who said they didn't beleive but then really lost faith. But I think that everyone on some level has to believe. How could you live knowing that nothing came after this? I couldn't. Sometimes I get mad at god. People tell me I'm stupid. God doesn't care if I'm upset. I think he does. Sometimes I'll talk to him. And I'll ask him to give me a sign. Like.. make it rain tommorow. I rarly ask for signs anymore. I don't like getting discouraged all the time. I like to talk to him. Sing to him. Ask him how my dead relitives are. Ask if they are fine. I tell him about my day. I tell him how the weather is. I don't expect him to listen with undivided attention. But I suspect that he gives me some of his time. I am one of his best customers. At least I think so. If he could maybe help more people and not let us drown in the mess we created for ourselves maybe he could get more followers. I don't think of god as a part of religion. I mean sure he did stuff in the bible and whatever. But I think of it as two completely seperate things. God and religion. I like to think of god as my friend. But religion sort of leaves me confused. Either way, I wouldn't be the same person without God or religion. They... shaped ... me?

Sometimes I love my friends. I just am so grateful for them. And I got to see Alex today! Yay!

Today, school was meh. It was after school that was amazing times three. I got a great picture. Steph is a real artist! It was pretty graphic but I mean anything could have been happening behind that star. Yeah. Me and Jackie walked to her house and had one of our obviously convorsations. You know the ones.

"I obviously can say obviously more times than you can. Obviously."

"Obviously not. You are obviously a little bitch. Obviously."

Then I got hit. Well almost got hit. By a car and a bus and a van. Then we went to the mall.

I rolled a hockey puck around to tell us where to go. It was magic! It only hit one guy. But then it rolled into Lenscrafters or something. And we lost it. Tear.

 She got some fucking ugly shit. I found my soul mate. Erwin. And a sweater that you just have to hug the person that's wearing it. I would just touch that person all day. It was so nice. Yeah. We went a lot of places and by the end I was tired.

And we saw Bridget.

And we laughed. A lot. And everything was great. And me and Jackie decided that we don't fit in with our group of friends and the only solution is become more scene/emo. But she said not to say that. But I just did. Oh well. And Jackie was all freaking out because she was late for dance. But I was late for everything. Everyday of my life. I'm used to it and I'm guessing that's why I'm so laid back. Yes. I am laid back. I also think I would make an amazing fashion critic.

 We saw Sari's brother. I don't know his name but he looks a lot like Sari. And I was all *whispher* "Do you know who that is?" *He passes us* "Sari's brother!!"

Beep test tommorow!! Oh no! Stress out!!

Uh oh. Now I must get dressed for dance. Sigh.

Goodnight. Love Georgia

We can have a few.

This was my day.

French So I walked in and what do you know! Another desk change! I'm behind Aarica and beside Jess. The rest of the class is across the room and it's great. We are loner sick buddies. She bought me a fruitopia and gave me a sucker. Twas awesome. I love Jess.

English Watched more Twelfth Night. Die Mrs. Knight. Go die.

Lunch Gave Sarah my horoscopes I made for her. I was a little harsh on Cancer and Taurus. Was pracctically raped by Geukers. I mean Rachel was all "HES TOUCHING ME!!" but I thoguht she was just being Rachel. But, no. He was mauling people. And I was tickled to death. What an ordeal.

Math Me and Jenna were late. I was eating my lunch and Rachel was all. BLEACH. So she wouldnt have any sandwich. So I gave her an S cookie. Again she said BLEACH!! But ate one at least. Then we wrote a story about the S cookie for Alyssa and saved her one. Then Gilby read the story and was all ALYSSA IS MY NAME! I said she looked more like a Marryanne. Or Lydia. Either way. I got no work done and was... for once in my life. SAVED BY THE BELL. ahahaha Me and Rachel didn't want to take our turns in Jeopardy so it just came down to us and then RING RING RING. YAY!! No Jeopardy!

Gym So, I was in Michelles group and almost puked. Like for real. We were doing stations so I was in her group but was Kristens partner. We did stairs too. Tommorow is weight room and I'm not looking forward to it.

That was my day minus everything exciting. I have to try really hard to make my day seem exciting. What did I do after school. I will make this Exciting.

After School.. Oh my god! I was standing alone in the gym because my eyes had popped out of my head and ran away in terror (yes they sprouted legs) when I walked into the change room and saw it changing. Ewww. Like eww times 30. She is overflowing her skin. And has no sense of personal hygeine. And just.. cries. about everything. So once I had throughly been disgusted I was waiting for her to leave. Ms Man(Hauch) walks up and goes, "GEORGIA!" in her calm demanding man voice. "You owe me!"."Oh, right. I'm sorry I have the money just a minute."  Now I have to go back into the change room. Do I dare? Yes. I went and she had no pants on but I made it out alive with the money. Jesus. She didnt give me change so I get 5$ tommorow. After that I went back in because I still didnt put my clothes on. Got changed and got out! Called dad to get picked up. Called jackie. Tim and his blue hair came out. JACKED MY PHONE! I chased him down the street screaming aftyer him but a pack of wolves were right behind me and started biting at my heels. I was covered in blood and Tim turned around. He was all "OMG Georgia I'm sorry" Then Jackie on the other end was like NOO GEORGIA DONT DIE. So I got up and put a bandaid on my wounds. Walked back to where my dad was picking me up and waited. He came and then there was a high speed car chase!!! AHHHH. the police came in and chased a car down the street. Our car did the go gadget go thing and turned into super car. we chased the car and beat the police. and then we went for donuts. But I didnt eat any because I didnt want to get fat. And then the entire group from ANTM came and were like georgia dont be anorexic! so i didnt and I had a donut. And so did they. Except for the one girl who waas anorexic. Or bulimic. Whatever. She went and puked it up after then. Then I came home and found a chocolate bunny. so thats what I'm doing now. Eating a chocolate bunny reminising about my exciting day.

OoooooOOoooOOooOOoooEXCITING ooOOOoooOOOooooOOOooo

 So anyways. I am feeling quite sick right now. I can tell you. It's not that fun. So it seems no one tells about thier day anymore. I'm not going to keep up the new trend of being all profound or rant-tastick so here it is. My day.

 This morning in French I came in and we had yet another desk change. What is that? Our fourth since we got back from March break? I don't even know. But I sit across from Aarica, diagonal from Jamie Lee, and next to Jess. Yay. Me and Jess are fun when we sit near each other. I think we are getting another desk change tommorow though so maybe I will sit next to Aminah! She is funny and smart. I like her because she can do a good french accent. Okay. Not because. I like her and she can do a good french accent. I thought I was getting behind on French so I didn't do my math and I acctually took some notes. Only because now I am in the front.

 In English I got quite upset. I did my journal response but it is so horrible I needed another day. She is so evil sometimes. She used to be my favorite teacher of the semester but now. You know what? She's not! Gilbert might be. Just because she is so nice to me and never gave me a detention. Acctually refused to let me get a dettention even after being late like 32 times and never doing my homework. But anyways. Ms. Knight was being stupid. I didn't like it so I sulked and made sure noticed. I read my book. Then we did Twelfth Night. I like it. I don't know what everyone has against it. In a play, I would most like to be Viola/Cesario. She is so quick witted and has so many lines. We reveiwed what we read before the weekend then listened to a reading of Act 5. We also got to watch a bit of Scene 1 Act 1. Twas grand.

 In math I was late again but she wasn't mad. I always make up these great stories (all true mind you) about why I'm late for class. I have to say, Rachels was better than mine today. Gilby thought so too. But I did most of my homework in class. Only 6 questions left. I think I am getting more disciplined.

After math I felt so sick I just couldn't move. I went home. Me and Max were laughing so hard a minute ago. He put pantyhose on his head like a robber. It hurt and he said, "ow, myheads to big." I laughed and yelled back, "you have a freakishly big head." It was good times. Me and Celia are now going to eat our pizza then clean my room. My dad instructed me to and Celia is insisting on helping me. lmao. But I want her help so Yay!

                                                                   -Must Jet. Love, Georgia