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3.31.2011
Evan and I have both been really out of it the past couple of days. Neither of us are sure why.

"I just want to lie on the ground," I said during break, when we were sitting outside smoking (Marlboros).

"That's weird," he said. "Me, too."

"I don't know why," I went on. "Maybe it's psychic. Like being one with the earth or something. I don't know. I don't know what I'm saying."

"No, I get it," he said.

"I'm so out of it," I said.

"So am I."

Further discussion revealed that we were feeling the same way . . . not tired, but lethargic, and unable to think clearly, but we didn't give a shit.

"I feel like I'm so stoned," I said as we went back inside. "like the drowsy, useless kind. I can't believe I'm sober."

Evan laughed.

"I mean, I don't take drugs," I said. "I'm a good Christian." I flicked the cross dangling around my neck. It's not mine; it's Ophelia's. And it irritates me to no end.

He started laughing. "Sure you are," he said. "Of course."

"What are you laughing at, heathen?" I snapped.

"Atheist," he snapped back.

And then I couldn't stop laughing.



3 Comments:

Sounds like spring fever..hehehehee..thats what I always hear. Great comebacks.

By Blogger ellie, at 4/01/2011 07:42:00 AM  

Wow, I loved the dialogue.

By Blogger Unknown, at 4/01/2011 09:14:00 AM  

Heatheist! <<

By Blogger L, at 4/01/2011 08:57:00 PM  

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