When the Sky Begins to Fall...
Tuesday, September 30, 2003
      ( 9/30/2003 05:38:00 PM ) Lisa  
We decided we're gonna get new volleyball uniforms. So today, we wrote down our numbers and our sizes. This girl Anna wanted number 13 and asked if I'd change my number. I said no because I've been then number forever. Laughlin let her pick first and she picked 13. The whole team started telling her to pick a different number because that's my number and Laughlin's like, "she deserves it." The Hell she does. She's been playing volleyball for a month and the only reason she's on the effin team is because she's tall and we don't have any tall people on the team. She's pretty much useless to us all. I'm sorry that I had to go to a wake and a funeral. Maybe I should've told my friend not to kill himself for another week so I could get my volleyball number? And I'm sorry that Anna's stupid sister ALSO doesn't know how to play volleyball and decided to step on my ankle. Both of those are NOT my fault. So I got shoved with number 14 because 10 was also taken and 0 isn't a legal number...I'm probably just going to stop showing up after we get our uniforms and take our pictures. It's not like he uses me for anything anyway. #



Saturday, September 27, 2003
      ( 9/27/2003 09:48:00 PM ) Lisa  
Yesterday, Nate and I hung out. We met up at North Riverside Mall then went to his friend Nick's house. He's fun. I like him. Then we went to his friend Chuck's house where they smoked. Chuck's wife (? girlfriend?) based me the bowl, but I said no and Nate was gonna make me. Chuck's...girlfriend would put it in front of me, then when I said no, move it to Chuck, then when Nate said yes, put it in front of me...That went on for like 5 minutes. lmao. It was great!! Then we went back to the mall around 10 and I went home. 'Twas quite fun. I don't feel like writing about everything we did, but I had fun. :) #



Tuesday, September 23, 2003
      ( 9/23/2003 05:46:00 PM ) Lisa  
Gabriella joined soccer. I find it quite adorable. Nick, Christina, and I were all in soccer at young ages. Maybe she has a future career in store for her...Maybe not.

I went to Liz's dad's wake today. 2 wakes in 4 days for me is too much to bare. Saturday, I had to go to my friend Franky's wake. Sunday was his funeral. He committed suicide a week ago. I loved him so. :'(

Tomorrow our volleyball game is 2 hours away. 'Tis going to be boring and long. I foresee a horrible loss for us once again. 'Tis quite alright, though. I've grown accustom to our losing by now. #




Sunday, September 21, 2003
      ( 9/21/2003 06:16:00 PM ) Lisa  
It can't be good that when you've become so used to losing, it doesn't bother you anymore. #



Wednesday, September 17, 2003
      ( 9/17/2003 12:39:00 PM ) Lisa  
I didn't go to school yesterday or today. I just feel really...crappy. I'm gonna have TONS of make up work to do, though. That sucks. Tomorrow's a half day, so that's not too bad. I don't know if there's volleyball practice or not and if there is, I don't know what time or whatever. I'll call Sandy later tonight. Eh...That's it I think. #



Friday, September 12, 2003
      ( 9/12/2003 07:54:00 PM ) Lisa  
R. I. P. John Ritter 1948-2003 #



Thursday, September 11, 2003
      ( 9/11/2003 06:55:00 PM ) Lisa  
I can't take the stres. Volleyball, school, homework it's all taking up WAY to much of my time...It's like I can't even shower until I finish all of my homework, which could be as late as 1:00 AM. I want to quit the volleyball team, but why quit after playing for almost 6 years, you know? Arghhhh. #



Saturday, September 06, 2003
      ( 9/06/2003 05:53:00 PM ) Lisa  

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Lisa. 16. Sicilian. Chicago. Southside. Junior in high school. Mood swings. Rebel. Musician. Flute. Bass. Nipple fetish. Short. Weird. Athletic. Middle Child. Likes surveys. Labeled as "Punk" and "Goth." Sees no point in labels. Smart. Debates. Yells a lot. Reads. Writes. Penguins are awesome. Hates curly hair. Hates phones. Dyed black hair. 4.3 GPA. Quiet. Little feet. Black clothes. Chains. Spikes. Bad temper. Impatient. Hates shopping.

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