Notes from Hallie

Hallie’s response…

Hallie,

I’m so disappointed in you.  You really make me mad.  I try to be a good role model for you, but it’s so hard when you act like this.  I know I never hang out with you anymore because I’m too busy worshipping Rob, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get pissed at you.  I know pretending to be sick all the time must be hard on you — I know it’s hard pretending my family is dysfunctional.  But that doesn’t mean you can turn into a drug addict.  How do you think it feels to have a best friend who is a junkie?  My life is so hard, I don’t know how I deal with it all.  I’m so overwhelmed.  I’m getting a bracelet from Tiffany’s.  It’s really ugly, but I’ll wear it anyway because my Mom got it for real cheap and it’s from Tiffany’s and makes me feel like I’m pretty.  What was I saying?  Oh yeah, I’m mad at you.  I can’t watch you do this to yourself.  I mean it.  It’s not worth it.  I had 2 shots of Absolut at Jeff’s, so don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.  You can’t just run away from your problems and everyone in your family is a drug addict and I don’t want you to be the same way.  I’m trying to save you, I won’t let you do this to yourself.  I think I already said that.  I arranged an appointment with Ms. Sparno, and we’re going to see her whether you like it or not.  You need help, you really do.  I don’t want to see you dead on the street somewhere, because then I don’t be able to argue with you and prove you wrong and pretend I know more about computers than you.  I don’t want you to die.  I’ll kick your ass before I let you die.  I’m getting pink leather pants.  They make me look sexy.  I hope I can make Rob jealous.  He’ll be jealous that the doesn’t look this good in leather pants.  My hair is growing back.  It’s not as thin as it was.  Maybe.  You make me mad.  I hate watching you kill yourself.  You piss me off so much.  Jenna’s mad at you too.  And so is Mike.  I am, too.  I want you to get better, maybe you can go to rehab.  I’m upset with you, but I’m only saying all this because I care about you and I want you to get help.  Call me, we can hang out.

Your BEEF, 

L

P.S. Do you wanna buy some cheese?  I have to sell it for band.

The reason for the stop in posts…

I found this crumpled up from Lindsey….

“Did you know Hallie has been doing drugs Adam is buying over the internet?  She’s been getting fucked up.  We need to get her help b/4 she kills herself.”

So yeahhh….. moral dilemma on posting that, but I made a commitment, so there it is.  I’m not sure of the sequence, but Hallie does respond to such allegations…

Ghetto Bub

1-3-00

Jenna-

What’s up, yo?  Our English sub looks like a pothead.  Either that or he has a cold.  A few sucrets go a long way.  So, how are you?  I didn’t know that Adam dumped Zeena.  That shows you how informed I am.  That relationship lasted like, 2 days.  He and Stacy took some E but Adam didn’t get high because he’s on Paxil.  I started taking Flagyl again.  Whoop de frickin’ do!  Yeah.  That’s enough about drugs.

I want to take Local Government this semester, but it’s going to suck to take it eighth period.  Cuz then I’ll have to stay until the end of the day like a (gasp) normal person!  Nooo!  But since you and I know that I’m not really sick, that should be no problem.  Shlager!  Sorry.  Just felt like writing that.  The door is open and I’m getting a bit of a draft.  Not good.  Yeah.  Ok, later.

Sorry

So

Short

Hallie 

Jenna

2-23-00   7:19 am

Hey Carcass—

What’s shakin’?  So yeah, I’m still alive.  I’ve just been sleeping and slowly succumbing to the evil wrath of antibiotics.  Very slowly.  I slept last night without tranquilizers…aren’t you proud?  That is, of course, after I finished throwing up.  Yum.  Flaggyl rocks!

I worked on the taxes project a tiny bit - I made a title thingy, and I got some pictures of the candidates.  I guess we could do a thing for each candidate, with quotes and facts and captions, and maybe some index cards providing background on taxes.  Luckily for us, no one gives a fuck about taxes this year.  So the usable info is on that issues 2000 page.  You want to come over today or tomorrow to work on it?  I’ll kill you if you have to work… I was counting on you to write out some quotes and crap with my glittery pens.  Even if our project sucks ass, we can get points for visual appeal.  Did you know that Oliver Wendall Holmes said that taxes are the result of living in a civilized society?  Yeah, every time I show a shred of interest in something, my Dad shifts into lecture mode.  The other day he even pulled out this map of Europe and Russia, and showed me how his Grandparents fled from Trieste from Bessarabia in what is now the Ukraine - before going to Budapest, and somehow ending up on the lower east side.  Oy!  You’d need an awful lot of hutzpah to make a journey like that, no?  And he showed me where I still have cousins in the Ukraine… I hope there won’t be a quiz…

Hallie

Write back you goddamn son of a bitch!

Just found a note from Ethridge…

It says:

Ridge

468-6305

Remember that guy?

Don’t worry, JENNA NANCY-ROSE MUSILLO, I won’t tell ‘em your name!

Baby’s black balloon makes her fly.  I almost fell into that hole in your life… Goo Goo’s

October 19

Hey Bub,

Sup?  How’s the world of normal people that actually go to school?  Well, I may not be in school, but I’m doing work, don’t you worry.  Lots and lots of work.  I did 4 history assignments in like 3 days.  Long assignments, too.  You know those 10 comprehension questions at the end of the chapter?  I just did those and the graphic organizer thingy.  We’ll probably learn to hate graphic organizers.  At least she doesn’t make us analyze political cartoons.  Heh, heh, the Wangmobile.  Faster than a premature ejaculation!  It’s a bird, it’s a plane… it’s a WANGMOBILE!  Taking on evil, come what may…fighting off crime to save the day.

Ahh… my leg fell asleep.  That’s like the 5^th time today.  I cross my legs and they fall asleep on me.  Now it’s all numb.  You know what I hate?  I hate when it’s just coming of being asleep…ah, waking up?  Shut up, I didn’t ask you.  These voices, these voices I hear them…) and it gets all tickley, and it feels like your veins are pulsing and wringing themselves out.  I hate that.  Then I lean on my elbow and it starts to hurt.  I need my Malic Acid.  It’s “Acid” for short.  Then people will think I’m an LSD-freak.  ”Duuuuude… I need my acid… this withdraw is killer!”  Then I’ll drop the bottle.  ”Look, I’m dropping acid!”  Haha.  I’m losing it.  Have you noticed how my handwriting is?  That’s because it’s late and I’ve been doing too much work for my little hands to take…my hands hurt like a bitch, but they’re not yours, they are my own…. um, yeah.

I havent’ been doing too much.  Sleeping.  Whining.  Reading.  I finished this 478 page book in like three weeks.  It’s the one with all the fairys and genies and people named My Secret Agent Man.  No, I’m not high.  Why do you ask?  Maybe the chick who wrote the book is though.

Is it just me, or does the guy from Creed look and sound like Eddie Vedder from Pearl Jam?  Have you seen the video for Higher?  He looks awesome in those leather pants.  You know what I hate?  I hate how guys (like our Johnny, for example) can buy a six pack of those Hanes undershirts and still look so damn hot.  Not that I’m complaining or anything.  Ok, my handwriting is getting messier as I write this, so I better stop while you can still read it.  You can read it, can’t you?  Later-

Hallie