(3307) You're haircut looks really bad, and I'm not just saying that because I'm mad at you.

There was an event for Rachel Stricoff in the living room at 125 Farwood. My mom was throwing it. My mom had gotten potted plants as party favors. I set two of them aside, a multicolored rose pot, and a multicolored wildflower pot. When the party was over, there were no pots left. Just purple lilies in the middle of the room. I was about to grab them when I realized they were on a mound of dirt in the middle of the room, it was my Nonno's grave, and the purple lilies were for him. I was upset I didn't get any flowers.

Mama was in the kitchen making heart shaped cakes for valentines day. She was taking the batter and pouring it into a heart shaped mold on the frying pan, like pancakes, but then they'd rise like cakes. She asked if I could frost them for her. I agreed and looked in the pantry closet for anything pink, red, and white. All we had were Halloween sprinkles.

The doorbell rings and Mama answers it. Chris, Monty and Eric were at the door for Evan. I began to get even more pissed off. "Why didn't you call me?", "Oh, we just figured because you had work at 6:30am at Whole Foods you wouldn't want to hang out, so we called Evan, we're going to the beach."

Well I wanted to go to the beach, true, if they went to the beach I wouldn't make it to work in the morning, but I was mad they didn't call me or try to work with my schedule. Mama started getting mad because I had told her I'd help her with the many valentines cakes she was making.


Chris, Monty and I were sitting in the advanced photo studio, me sitting next to Chris. His hair was shorter, buzzed. "You're haircut looks really bad. And I'm not just saying that because I'm mad at you. It honestly looks bad" I told him, my arms crossed.

"it's a good thing I woke up before they poured the cement in my coffin."

Christopher Montgomery had died of a heart attack. His arteries had clogged from too much scrapple, beer, cheese-its, and goldfish.

I was walking through a forest, half Wissahickon, half the grange near the 125 Farwood house, mourning the death of Christopher. I see his mother, Laurie, she's upset but not crying, her face twisted and wrinkled with sadness.

I go to work, still upset, talking to my co-worker, Jo, about Christopher. My work is half Whole Foods and half Maggie Moo's.

I see Christopher through a doorway. He's missing his glasses and on his face is a look of surprise and confusion.

"I thought you died!"
"I did, but it's a good thing I woke up before they poured the cement in my coffin."
"Do you remember being dead? How was it?"
"I don't remember."
"Do you remember slipping into death while you were still alive?"
"I don't remember."

(3307) Paci's clicking paws

I was at Temple. I was wearing and old dress of Zia Liva's. I wasn't wearing underwear, the wind blew up my dress, exposing myself to people on the streets. There was a dorm where the Fox School of Business would be. Kate lived there and we hung out for a little. I then met up with Monty and other people at Broad and Oxford where we started walking westward. The city soon became the suburbs, despite the fact we hadn't gone far. It was night at this point and we entered into a stranger's house. We sat on their sofa in their nice suburban home. I was sitting on a sofa squished with Colin and Kathryn laughing and snickering at a police officer asleep on a sofa facing us. Steve was sitting next to him.

I was in the backyard of 125 Farwood. Paci was standing on the monkey bars of the jungle gym we had there. I would hold up a photograph of her and block her out and she'd disappear. I went into the house and looked at old videos and photographs. I could hear her nails clicking against the wooden floor. I went into my pantry and found an old Christmas photographs of Mama and my dad when they were still together. There was a photo of my mom in a white mermaid dress and Nonno in a tuxedo. I looked at another photo of my dad that same evening of the previous photo in jeans, a white button up and a small costume cape. My mom was in the kitchen and I asked her why he was dressed that way. She said it was a Christmas party and he had been preparing the outfit for months. Zia Liva had babysat me that night they went out to that Christmas party.

(1574) Kyra early in the morning.

I was on Chris' bed, it was early morning. I was still in my pajamas and on the ridge edge, next to the door. Kyra was on the floor with me. She was sprawled across the stairs, spilling into Chris' room. I asked why she was there. She told me she was hanging out with Monty. I told her I was happy for them. Chris was going on about how he wished I would stop squirming. How he woke up once every hour because of it and had gotten no sleep.

art museum 3x magnified.

The Philadelphia museum of art was about 3x the size it actually is. The building, the steps and the artwork was just tripled in size. There was a huge Alexander Calder mobile. I was there with Eric, Monty and the entire Hazle-Cary family. Eric and Monty and I sat on the huge steps on the overcast day.

Philadelphia Bombing

I was near 69th street, though it looked more or less like the stretch of Wynnewood Road coming up to the Wynnewood shopping center. It was overcast and I approached this deserted lot with a crumbled house on it with Jocelyn Jones and Kim Dwyer. As time went on, the house crumbled more and more until it was a pile of rubble with a trampoline. The three of us bounced around for a while and I felt myself soaring higher and higher into the gray sky.

I then met up with Monty, I picked him up from the 69th street terminal, though again it looked like the Wynnewood r5 stop. We met up with Paul Benson and Katie Wisniewski deeper in center city Philadelphia. People around began panicking- Philadelphia was being bombed. There was this river separating us from another side. There were bridges we had to cross. Paul and I were paired together noticing many bridges crossing this river were collapsing but decided we could cross one anyway. At first, we tried a narrow oriental styled bridge, but that one crumbled leaving Paul falling into the water. Paul crawled out and we looked for another bridge to cross. As this was all happening I was attempting to text Chris telling him I loved him and I was sorry that I was probably going to run into a lot of problems and that I was scared. Except texting is difficult when the city around you is being bombed. We found a wider bridge packed with people. The moment we stepped onto it the entire bridge twisted. Paul and I fell into the water first. As I came to the surface and looked up I saw hundreds of people raining down on us. The image of them plunging me underwater flashed in my head.

Everywhere

I was supposed to meet Monty somewhere around Center City Philadelphia. I met this goth couple along the way who took me in the wrong direction. Suddenly, I was outside the Haverford Library, but it was sill the city and I was alone. I paced around a few blocks and found Monty. Then we were in a van. It was a green one so it was either Chris' or my grandparent's and we were driving through rural landscapes. I was talking about my parent's divorce. I was at my parent's basement. It was empty which made me feel bizarre. The walls were painted blue and I remember my dad being so proud of it. I went to go find Chris to tell him about the house and how my dad went crazy because my mom had left him. But again I was in the city going to UArts, but UArts ended up being a cobblestone square. I called Chris and he didn't pick up. I went to a jewelery store and found Mr.Seigerman, my AP Psych professor. I made fun of him and he made fun of me. I didn't get to ever see Chris. I was back in my basement again where I found Julie Longman who was now in love with my brother. When no one was home so much sexual intercourse took place between the two. Colleen Pickup was there having sex with this black man. We were all at dinner and Evan and Heather weren't there. Julie got upset and turned into a spaghetti snake so she could find him cheating on her. I ran down to the basement where I found Evan and Heather and told them to ask as normal as possible and then hid in the boiler room when Julie slithered down to find them. However, I giggled, she screamed and left the house.

I was then with Heather along a stone wall watching families in boats ride down a large waterfall. The sun was setting making the sky turn beautiful colors and projecting those colors onto people's faces. I took pictures of them as they went down water slides. I made my way to the bottom and found Brandon Ard where he showed me how to get back up, but the climb was difficult and there were too many children scrambling around me to climb.

Again I was back at my house where there was a Halloween Party happening. Christina Barberes and Dan Snyder were there. I told them to get in my car. We didn't end up talking, so I only drove around the block and took them back home.

Frustrated on a Ski Slope

Chris came home from Syracuse and we were sitting in my car, just like I had I thought it'd be like except it didn't go how I planned.

I was in London on an art trip. I had to make a digital image, so I decided to use Naomi as my inspiration. The piece came out well but the leader of the trip was evil and took over my brain with wires and changed my art.
I peed.
then, Harry Freedman called me asking if I wanted to hang out with him and his girlfriend, Erin. I was thoroughly confused, but agreed. Sometime during the conversation I ended up in a ski slope with Monty. I had to wrap these crayola markers with brightly colored yarns, however, the markers were buried in snow and Monty kept tangling himself up in the yarn. I was so frustrated with him and left to go for a walk with Eric. Everyone we kept passing in our walk was going back to London but the evil woman who took over my art was there I Eric and I decided to stay in the suburbs of Philadephia.