. . . infinity on h i g h

[pierrescham]

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Random Pierre Fact of the Day:
Has shaky hands around Tori-like girls

June 18

m o o d: relieved

It's done. It's over.

As expected, I made a fool of myself, but in the end, I have the pictures in the bag.

Not literally speaking.

Literally speaking, they're on film, but you know. It's Tori in all her pinup glory.

And I mean that quite literally too.

She joked about giving me a heartattack in the note, but I didn't realize how freaking serious she was about it.
Let's just say that those girl's legs are kilometric. and I may or may not have her legs memorized by now Yes, I was in boy heaven for a while, okay? Don't hate. It's only natural.


THREE MORE DAYS UNTIL SUMMER, BITCHES.

[pierrescham]

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Random Pierre Fact of the Day:
He knows how to lazy it up.

June 25

m o o d: lazy

It's officially summer.

Graduation was dramatic, as always, but that's an adjective always involved when there's more than one girl in the same room.

Yes, it's definitely summer, when I'm feeling too lazy to get into description. Sue me. Expect even less from me during the summer, by the way. I have better things to do. Like scrapbooking. And sleeping late. And eating. And fatting up my chubby little cheeks. Hey, you never know, that may just be the recipe to getting myself a really hot, steamy summer love.

Ha.

[pierrescham]

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Random Pierre Fact of the Day:
Would die if he lived by his lonesome.

July 1

m o o d: content

I work myself too hard, really.

I just cooked. Seriously, I just cooked for Mario and me. Thankfully, the girlfriend wasn't around, otherwise she would've been more outspoken about the lack of salt in my rice.

Dear summer, please, never end.

[pierrescham]

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Random Pierre Fact of the Day:
He wishes he were allergic to dust so he could have a legit excuse.

July 9

m o o d: lazy

Due to my utter failure of rice-making last week, Mario decided it was time his little brother learned to cook. Honestly, the guy cooks too well to be a guy himself, but you know what? I'm not complaining. Or maybe I am. I mean, I'm grateful he's teaching me things (we just made pancakes today, yay!), but does he really need to drag me out of bed so I can help him? He's also insisting I help with chores around the house. Not that that's surprising, because he always says that whenever I'm around, but honestly, it's summer. Does he really expect me to be productive?

...apparently, because he just asked me to dust the furniture.

Since when am I a maid?

[pierrescham]

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Random Pierre Fact of the Day:
Can hate his brother.

July 25

m o o d: jealous

We have a new neighbor. Her name is Camila and to say she is hot would be an insult to her and her...hotness. I just can't find any other words to describe it. She's got dark, dark hair and milky white skin and she's got these side-swept bangs that are always getting in the way of her gorgeously green eyes.

Needless to say, it took me a day to find out her name.

Does this mean I swallowed my inherent awkwardness and welcomed her to the neighborhood?

No.

I just found out through Mario.

Yeah, 'cause I'm cool like that and I asked my big brother who is apparently now BFF with her. I'm not jealous, really. Like, who wants to know the hot chick next door? Not me.

I swear, some day I'll stop being lame.

[pierrescham]

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Random Pierre Fact of the Day:
Wants to travel.

August 2

m o o d: irritated

It's August already. What the fuck ever happened to my summer? I swear, yesterday I was just at graduation, witnessing how Ethan and Indigo made such a spectacle. HOW IS IT AUGUST ALREADY? I can't handle it. I can't go back to school. I'm hardly getting into the swing of things! Like, I haven't done anything cool to brag about in school. I tried learning to cook, but who wants to brag about that? People think I'm girly enough as it is, I don't need to add this to the list. I had a new neighbor move in and while she's hot, she's really not talk about worthy because I don't even talk to her. I would be a more dramatic and say she doesn't know I exist, but she does. She does thanks to Mario. Mario who already has a girlfriend has been talking to the hot chick every single day since she moved in. You know what makes it even more embarrassing? She's over at my house almost every day. Have I managed to say something other than a meek 'hi' to her, you ask?

Do you even know me?

I'm lame. Lame. I didn't even travel. I mean, sure, money's not over abundant around here, but a small camping trip wouldn't have sucked that bad. I even would've taken counselor at that summer camp I attended when I was younger. I'm that desperate. I need to find something to do before vacations are over, just so I can have something to talk about to my numerous friends.

Aha. See what I did there?

[pierrescham]

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Random Pierre Fact of the Day:
His room is gross.

August 6

m o o d: bored

I thought summers are supposed to be exciting. I don't know why I thought that, since every single summer of every single year has been exactly the same. On the spirit of trying to spice things up, I approached Mario about the travelling idea and do you know what he is now making me do?!

Clean my room.

I can't wait for summer to be over.

If I don't come back in like, ever, it's because the pile of crap in my bedroom fell on top of me and suffocated me to death.

Yeah.

[pierrescham]

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Random Pierre Fact of the Day:
Lets his own opinions stand in the way of his opportunities.

August 6

m o o d: curious

So instead of allowing myself to be trapped underneath piles upon piles of stuff that I will never see again, I ignored my brother's order and started sifting through my mail. Apparently a wizard my age does get correspondence. It consists mainly of photography catalogs, yes, what's your point? Anyway, one of said catalogs had something about a photography contest. Big prize, big everything. If you're good enough, you get to travel to Italy to shoot a famous somebody and your work will be featured on Witch Weekly's next issue. Look at that. It seems rather weird, because, honestly, who gives amateurs that type of prize? But I'm guessing amateurs will be so intimidated they won't submit their work? I don't know. I know I want to be a photographer and I've been snapping some stuff here and there, but...should I submit my work? A part of me tells me that I have nothing to lose while another one tells me that I'm nowhere near good enough to do this, you know? But, if I did win (and that's a huge if), I'd get to travel, which is what I've been whining about for the last couple of days. Sometimes, you get signs that you gotta take your future into your own hands, but shit son, this is scary.

What do you think I should do, you inanimate piece of scrap, you?

Ugh, I have to decide soon, because the deadline is tomorrow. Apparently I should sift through my mail more frequently, because there was a 50% off coupon for pumpkin pie that I missed.

We'll see.

[pierrescham]

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Random Pierre Fact of the Day:
He could be someone.

August 8

m o o d: anxious

So I sent the picture.

I know, right?

Stupid, little naïve me. But really, what do I have to lose? So Tomorrow (when the results are out), I'll get my little sad notice saying that while they appreciate my cooperation, I simply wasn't good enough. Well, fuck them. I'm making my attempts right now and that counts for something, damn it! Anyway, I sent one of my old shoots, not even when I was trying to get a session out. You know, when you're simply goofing around with a camera and you happen to take a shot of an entirely gorgeous girl in a very gorgeous angle. I've kept it for a really long while, and it's funny, because I wasn't the one to develop that film, I simply got it developed, but man, when I saw the picture, I knew I wanted it to be a part of something important in my portfolio. So I sent that in and we'll see what happens.

By the way, do you think I should tell Livy I sent her picture?

[pierrescham]

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Random Pierre Fact of the Day:
Is stunned.

August 10

m o o d: stressed

I got in. I don't even know how. Letter came yesterday and today's been spent in a flurry of packing.

Destiny: Somewhere in Italy.
Day I have to be there: Tomorrow.

This could be the key that opens so many doors for me. I can't mess it up. I just can't. No sweat. No pressure, really. I can do this. It's not as if my entire future depended on this. Of course not. No. Aha.

Ciao.

[pierrescham]

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Random Pierre Fact of the Day:
He could be someone.

August 8

m o o d: anxious

LALALALA RESERVED

[pierrescham]

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Random Pierre Fact of the Day:
Is stunned.

August 10

m o o d: stressed

LALALA RESERVED FOR GOOD MEASURE.

[pierrescham]

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Random Pierre Fact of the Day:
He could be someone.

August 8

m o o d: anxious

LALALALA RESERVED TOO, SUCK IT.

[pierrescham]

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Random Pierre Fact of the Day:
He is quite irrelevant.

m o o d: blah

So it was back to school night for Pierre and guess what?

Nothing happened.

Nothing ecstatic-inducing, no cataclysmic event, no shock therapy, no anything. It was just another day with another student arriving late to the start of classes, with the same old faces and the same old roommates and...it's quite sad, really. Am I seriously supposed to kick off my last year here this way? That's not the way it works in the books! Something must mark the beginning of my school year, something that will let me know that this is my year. The one year I've been waiting for my entire life where everything will change and nothing will ever be the same because I'm a being of substance, capable of growing, capable of being the same person and yet totally different. I thought that by arriving late I would create some sort of impact but I swear people were just like "oh, hey, you're here. Wait, what'd you mean you weren't here already? Oh. Hey! Welcome, I guess."

It was that sad.

I'm not even worth remembering, how'bout that? And people wonder why I get depressed.

[pierrescham]

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Random Pierre Fact of the Day:
NEEDS TO STOP PROCRASTINATING.

m o o d: anxious

Fuck.

Disadvantage of being late to school startups?

I'm fucking behind on everything.

I've been up to my eyebrows in school work and catchups. I mean, it was just ten days, but it was apparently enough to have gigantic papers shoved up our--

Whatever.

I'm out.