Tristiania's Child

I have no past. My present is shaky. My future is uncertain.

5/3/2014, 12:04 PM

As a joke, I told my friend Adrien that my other friends and I were planning to dump a truckload of rubber duckies that look like somebody she likes on top of her, but we didn’t have the money to get as much as we wanted. We had to go to a party, anyway.


5/3/2014, 10:11 AM


It was strangely dark today. I was studying in one of the classrooms with a boy from my class when-
The windows flew open.  Paper airplanes started flying in and out and I could see the windmills going faster and faster.
“What’s going on?” one of the other classmates shouted.
“How am I supposed to know?” I shouted back. I couldn’t get over there to shut the windows, the wind was so strong.

5/2/2014, 9:27 AM

I hate math. I hate math so freaking much…

5/2/2014, 7:47 AM

I wish that celebrities had better grammar. Yes, I know that you only have 140 characters, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t use apostrophes.

5/1/2014, 10:44 AM

I am still feeling sick. My bladder has partially filled to add to the pain of the guilt. I can’t wait for lunch time so that I can give the CD back to Adrien so that this feeling will stop or at least subside.

5/1/2014, 9:39 AM

I feel like I’m about to puke. Bile, guilt and fear all rise up together and pool in my mouth. Gulping it back down doesn’t get rid of the sinking feeling in my gut.

5/1/2014, 8:12 AM

Life is upsetting. I stayed up half of the night thinking about the band whose CD I borrowed from Adrien.
The CD is like a bad luck charm. I think I have diarhhea, and I know I have an upset stomach.
The boys up in the front are singing to Garmunee, another boy. Now they’re recording them singing.


My story goes on longer and longer past the original assignment. I hope the boy gets better.

4/30/2014, 2:14 PM

My birthday has been very calm so far. Only a handful of people have said happy birthday to me
They’re talking about one of my favorite songs. I wish they wouldn’t. It’s ruining the sanctity of the song for me. (I know sanctity isn’t a very respectful word for it; it’s just that it fits it so well. )
Please! Please, I beg of you! Don’t sing it! And- they’ve stopped. Thank goodness.
They aren’t doing the work they’re supposed to be doing. They’re just talking about music. I keep on being scared that they’re going to find the CD that I’m hiding in my tablet bag.

4/30/2014, 12:21 PM

There is a boy harassing me and my friend, a girl named Adrien. She was trying to sew her d-rings for her duffle bag when he came and started annoying us.
He’s a tad bossy, telling her what to do and trying to excuse me for my burping sessions. I was about to excuse myself, but I wasn’t finished burping yet.
FACS is boring now that I have my bag done. I feel like a rebel since Adrien lent me one of her CDs for me to rip a copy of and her flash drive to put the music on since she’s a tad technologically illiterate. But such is life.