irina

If crazy were a style of martial arts, I'd be a black belt. Hi-YAH!

Ok sweet Pav. One more journal entry just for you. This is the last one. For serious. And it's almost entirely in your own words, because we all know how important your words were to you.

Potential Slogans for "The Infamous Get Pav Laid Campaign of April 2005"
(Excerpts from an AIM log - April 2, 2005)

Pav: Now more than ever.

Pav: Not just...
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I'm a loser and I laugh too loud.
But I'm a lady and I swing my hips.
It's springtime, and I'm feeling sassy.

"i don't know what it is about you

but more than anything else....you fill me with...

a terrible need to lie down"

~Pav


So much grief; I wake up crying, I cry myself to sleep, every time I'm alone I think about you now. So many questions will go eternally unanswered. So much anger; but when were you ever not doing something that made me...
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I'm mad at the world for going on without you.

So many memories of you faded away long ago, and I would do anything right now to have just one of them back. I wish our last phone conversation hadn't involved you waking me up at 3 in the morning, because I can't really remember it now. I barely remembered it the next day. I...
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BEST. FUNERAL. EVAR.

Seriously, suckas, you missed out. You don't even know.

I wish I could describe it to you, but I wouldn't know where to begin. But let me say that this funeral was the perfect punch line to every joke that he ever fucking told in his devastatingly short and wasted life. And if you knew him even the slightest, you should know...
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Dearest Crazy Pawel,

You have a tendency to not check the groups in time, or just be lazy, so I thought I should make sure you knew what was happening. Turns out there's gonna be a major shindig tomorrow. Like really major; if there's one party in your entire life that you shouldn't miss, this would be it. The dress code is black, I'm pretty...
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Life goes on. Until it doesn't. Rest in peace, "Platonic Life Twin."

All the love in the world,
Irina

I think I have strep. Yuck. Send me some fucking healing vibes, you bitches!.... I mean.... please?

Besides that, though, everything is grand-ish. For instance, on Tuesday I saw Garbage and they were ROCKIN. I don't care what anyone says. (Sorry if they aren't indie enough for all you hipster fucks.) It was a great show, and I had a great time. Period.

P.S. Why...
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So a lot is happening these days, but the majority of it isn't going to be posted about. Some of it isn't appropriate. Some things are better left unsaid. But recently a man pinned my wrists against a wall. That is something I understand. In fact, it felt like maybe the only thing I've ever really understood. Don't try to understand what I'm saying. Sometimes...
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You pray to God that the phone will ring and his name will show up on caller ID. Maybe you'll pick up the phone and talk to him for 2 minutes or so. Just long enough to be polite, to gauge his interest, and to make plans. Or maybe you won't pick up at all, and he'll leave a voicemail to let you know when...
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So Irina's Funtabulously Awesome Spring Break Recap is almost done. I just need to upload some photos.

Maybe it'll happen tomorrow, if I don't get called at 6:45AM and asked to come to work and save people's asses. You know, kind of like how it worked today. As of yesterday (Sunday), my sleep schedule was still fairly fucked, but that shouldn't have been a problem,...
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