{"id":102,"date":"2001-06-04T11:18:48","date_gmt":"2001-06-04T19:18:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=102"},"modified":"2009-08-15T22:04:58","modified_gmt":"2009-08-16T06:04:58","slug":"whatever-you-want-to-call-it-fever","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2001\/06\/04\/whatever-you-want-to-call-it-fever\/","title":{"rendered":"Whatever-you-want-to-call-it fever"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>there is a piece of me that feels 15 and wants to do 15-year-old things, like going to the mall and blowing my money on lip gloss and tank tops and <a href=\"javascript:alert('like radiohead\/amnesiac, weezer\/green, air\/10,000 hz legend and ida\/braille night');\" title=\"footnote\">records<\/a>, going to pool parties and amusement parks and the beach<!--although i've hardly got the body of a 15-year-old to show off-->, and following a boy to work to drop off love<!--\"love\"--> notes. i want to stay out &#8217;til after midnight, knowing that it&#8217;s two hours past curfew, and climb back inside my bedroom through the window. i want to blast the radio and shake my groove thing in my bedroom,<!--oh wait, i did that last night!--> then collapse on the bed with a trashy magazine and bowl of ice cream.<!--ditto, minus the magazine--> i want to stay up all night, whispering sweet somethings into the phone, <!--or, better still, smooching senselessly--> only half-covered by bedsheets, with the moon peering through the crack of the blinds.<\/p>\n<p>maybe it&#8217;s the <a href=\"javascript:alert('oh it is definitely the weather. flipflops and tanktops and skirts and pigtails and popsicles, oh my gosh, and do you remember otter pops? yum.');\" title=\"footnote\">weather<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>i&#8217;m convinced that there is something in the air, besides the usual so cal sea breeze and pollen that leaves my hair stringy and nose runny. no. it&#8217;s something else. some kind of fever. and i&#8217;ve got it. bad.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>there is a piece of me that feels 15 and wants to do 15-year-old things, like going to the mall and blowing my money on lip gloss and tank tops and records, going to pool parties and amusement parks and the beach, and following a boy to work to drop off love notes. i want [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=102"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1309,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102\/revisions\/1309"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=102"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=102"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=102"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}