| moving. |
[04 Jul 2005|12:46am] |
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MOVING AND FRIENDS CUT
Recently, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) dreamsoup said she was trying to get an old email address by emailing the old owner... and I'd never thought of that before. And I tried it. And the lovely gent that used to own "monster" was sweet enough to give it to me. Rock ON.
NEW JOURNAL. GO. ADD ME BACK. monster.
However, I have finally decided to do a friends cut. This will severely kill my friends list, but it was getting sort of weird. A lot of my friends were old duplicate journals; those are all gone. Also gone are people I don't really know or whom I've sort of lost touch with.
If you see yourself un-added (or if you have an old duplicate journal I didn't friend but you plan on using again), please tell me if you want to be re-added, and I'll try and make more of an effort to befriend you. Or, if you see yourself on my list and don't want to be, this is the perfect time to say, hey, I don't know you, can we not be friends?
PS: If you have duplicate journals I DID friend (writing, more personal, etc.) please remember to add me back on those.
PPS: You may now unfriend howlovely. (And, actually, while we're at it, unfriend porcelainfake, as I'll be deleting that one, soon.)
Thanks so much!
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| fish cannibalism |
[03 Jul 2005|01:03pm] |
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I can't tell if my one fish is trying to help my other fish off his side, or just trying to eat him.
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| love forever, love is free |
[02 Jul 2005|02:00pm] |
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Matthew Good Band - Truffle Pigs |
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A Day In San Francisco, In Short: Car. Mediterranean food. Haight-Ashbury and Che Guevera shirts. The Love of Ganesha. Skirt. Car. Park. Cello. Car. Hills. Ocean. Wet pants. Skirt. Hot sand. Jellyfish stings. Salt. Car. Bo in Center. Puppets. Laughter. Berkeley. Amoeba Music. Marillion. Wallet. Books. Older brother. Chinese food. Watermelon. Car. Starbucks. House. Amy. Presents. Talking. Sleep. Oatmeal Squares. Car. Home.
( A Day In San Francisco, In [Very] Long... )
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| yay, life. |
[29 Jun 2005|03:08pm] |
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The Clinic - Come Into Our Room |
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Having one of those panicky "I'll never amount to anything I'm a horrible artist writer musician everything ever" days.
People think I'm kidding when I say I'm going to be a starving artist. No, really, I think I am. Or a starving writer. Because I have shit else that I can do. And, let's add on to that, I'm sort of not-really a high school dropout. (I haven't tested out how much the letters GED mean to people.)
*breathes*
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| if i could look you in the eyes |
[27 Jun 2005|10:29am] |
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Mew - Her Voice Is Beyond Her Years |
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Aside from the not-so-interesting incident in which I forgot my ID and they thought I was trying to use someone else's credit card, my life has been pretty damn uninteresting!
However, I like it like that. :D
(Usually.)
Edit: Oh, and, I have yet to see the last SIX DN Angel episodes. SIX! I think I'll go insane.
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| an observation of squares |
[22 Jun 2005|11:43am] |
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Elliott Smith - No Name Face #3 |
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People. We move from box to box to box to box to box. House to car to building to car to house to building to car to house to house to house to house.
We all talk about loving nature, about getting out into it, about how important it is, but when it comes back down to it, we fucking love our boxes.
(even a photograph of something beautiful is just a square with a snapshot of something else stuck inside it.)
Fuck.
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| thoughtless betrayals of self |
[18 Jun 2005|12:08pm] |
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Aimee Mann - Save Me |
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By all accounts, one should be able to tell the personality of a person by their room, and what's in it, and, especially, what one chooses to decorate their walls with.
aliveandsoalone, for instance, has yellow walls, sunflowers everywhere and pictures of her friends plastered everywhere. This belies a sunny personality, a deep loyalty to her friends, and a bizarre love of the colour yellow. Oh, and a love of Spiderman. :D
My brother's walls are almost bare, with only one little plaque made in elementary skool with his name on it. The room is mostly arranged for the convenience of playing games on his Xbox or PS2. That's mostly what his life is about, really: he hasn't filled out his interests yet, but he's getting there.
Now, what exactly do my walls say about me? A fondness for fucked up movies (Peter Pan, Fight Club, Closer, I ♥ Huckabees, Much Ado About Nothing), printed out photographs of beautiful people, anorexic models in beautiful/hideous clothes, and a rather destroyed closet door. Oh, and the egomania of vinyl albums from the band I'm named after.
Then again, I also have about twenty stuffed animals, a happily bubbling fish tank, and a cute little green lamp. Oh, and my cat is curled up very cute-like on a white down blanket.
I want to start over, but I love it all too much.
Next up: A dissertation on Why I Think iTunes is Psychic.
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| the human mouth is quite gross. |
[10 Jun 2005|06:40pm] |
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K's Choice - Everything For Free |
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Interesting but tasty: Chocolate chip cookies and fresh mushrooms. This leads me to believe that mushrooms would taste quite good indeed, dipped in chocolate. Yum, yum.
One of the fillings in my front teeth is messed up. Mum is going to redschedule a dentist's appointment. Yippee. The last time I went (for this filling, how mysterious) is felt like they'd shoved a razor blade between my teeth.
And yes, the visuals make me cringe, too.
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| maybe a concert? |
[07 Jun 2005|02:26pm] |
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Stereophonics - Dakota |
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Green Day and Jimmy Eat World are in Sacramento on Sept. 30, 2005. (The day after my birthday, how fortunate!)
Anyone, anyone?
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| we met on that wednesday night |
[05 Jun 2005|11:19am] |
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Azure Ray - 4th Of July |
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I keep thinking, I really need to get all my weekend stuff done... it's almost Monday! And then I realize, nothing spectacular is happening on Monday. I probably won't even get out of bed until ten.
I love summers.
So, that entire best-friend-losing sort of thing was rather anticlimatic, in the end, since he emailed me and we're talking again. But that was four days of seriously unfun moping.
However. In the midst of those four days, there was couscous, dancing naked under the stars, painting my friends' chests ritualistically, the dead Mexican Chris, pie with cookie dough ice cream, tea, and fish water on my feet.
I think that sums it up rather nicely, really.
And today I have to go to my cousin's wedding - the first in this generation, I believe, that the entire family has been able to attend. I think there was another one, but they live in Alaska, so I'm not really sure. But if we went in order... I'd be the fifth in this line to marry. Heh.
It's kinda weird, when you think of lines like that. It probably won't work out in order - I fully expect my brother/sister to get married before I do, and they're 14 and 10, respectively.
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| just a little girl, fuck her. |
[01 Jun 2005|08:41pm] |
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Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc. |
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I'm going to go cry pathetically in my bed now. I just lost my best friend.
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| peas, glorious peas! |
[01 Jun 2005|06:43pm] |
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Stone Temple Pilots - Interstate Love Song |
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I went to bed at three because I was nauseous, cramping, and in serious back pain. Magically, I managed to fall asleep for two hours.
When I woke up at five-thirty, feeling infinitely better, everyone in the family was elsewhere.
Dad calls at five-forty. "And I bought you snap peas from the farmer's market -"
"Yay!"
"- and radishes!"
"Yay! Thank you!"
Mum comes home at five-fifty. "I bought you snap peas!"
"Yay!"
Apparently, being sick to your stomach means you get snap peas! Hurrah! International Give Your Sick Daughter Snap Peas Day!
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| i hate boys. and girls. stay away from me. |
[30 May 2005|09:49pm] |
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Rob Thomas - I Am An Illusion |
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It's sad that a ten minute conversation with my ex-boyfriend can leave me utterly exhausted, whereas, previously, I was pleasant, thoughtful, and perky.
Now I just want to go to bed for the next five years. And maybe take about five hundred aspirin for the forming ulcer I'm almost positive is lurking beneath the calm exterior of my rather pudgy stomach.
Angst, angst, angst. Sorry.
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| new album releases |
[26 May 2005|03:03pm] |
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Caesars - Jerk It Out |
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Abandoned Pools has a new album coming out. And an EP.
*shudders all over, melts into puddle*
And 30 Seconds To Mars has an album coming out in August.
*melts once more*
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| my sister's undergarments |
[25 May 2005|05:28pm] |
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Mew - Coffee Break |
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Washing the dishes, I unzip my sister's lunch bag to empty it out and clean whatever utensils lie inside. Instead, out falls a white training bra. I pick it up with two fingers and inspect it - my sister doesn't wear training bras. She's ten, and whatever breasts she has right now are actually just fat. (Unkind, but true.) And, mum won't let her have one.
I bring it out to my brother. "Hey... Kevin..." We both stare at the little white triangles of cloth.
"Well... that's not yours..." We both look down at my chest; I'm a 34C. We grin. "I so can't wait to see her face when she comes home."
The options:
A) Stole it from another girl.
B) Having affair with other girl.
C) Someone gifted her their bra.
Reality: Meg says her friend gave it to her, and it was some sort of pressure to change/conform. Right. Yeah. Whatever, girl. Pffft. (Mum believes her. I don't know why.)
She's so totally having a scandalous lesbian affair, I just know it.
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| the mysteries of croutons |
[22 May 2005|03:23pm] |
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Man Man - Moustache |
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The croutons I am eating currently are called, simply, "Seasoned". Now, how ubiquitous is that? Seasoned with what? Could be rat poisoning, for all the labeling does. I bet rat poison makes everything tastier.
I wonder if they use the ground up bits of small children. I should look at the ingredients.
Drat. No small children in these croutons. I am clearly not getting my money's worth.
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| woe is meee! food is yummy! |
[20 May 2005|06:53pm] |
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Unwritten Law - Save Me |
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I tried to be anorexic, today.
I lasted until 3:00 PM, whereupon I ate three gingersnap cookies, one rather large piece of bread, and a mini-bagel.
Hopeless.
I suppose I really shall have to start exercising regularly. Drat!
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| motion sickness in a still world |
[19 May 2005|03:25pm] |
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Iio - Kiss You |
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Today we had a field trip to the state Capitol to go to a historical Lewis and Clark movie and to visit the California Museum of History, Women, and the Arts. Well, the movie was nice, the museum was tedious, and lunch was quite delicious (caesar salad, blackberry italian soda, and a lemon bar, if you must know). When we came back to the bus area, there was a sign and a group of people directly in front of the Capitol steps. A very small group, mind you.
"1 Man + 1 Woman = Marriage" the sign said, and the people (all women) standing below it looked quite solemn. Before we went over, all I really understood was that it was anti-gay, so Marie, Amy, and I all held hands. Marie and I stood by the presenter holding hands, and the cameramen shifted around so they'd get a picture of us. Ashley kissed me when her boyfriend wasn't looking; I'm not sure anyone else saw, though. The women gave us odd, withdrawn looks.
When asked to comment about the presentation, Vittorio, our resident Italian import, looked angry and a bit confused. "Why? What's wrong with it?"
Back at the bus, Ben looked grumpy and a bit annoyed, and he had his hands shoved into his rather tight pants. "I asked the guy a completely valid question, and he completely ignored me. Just, totally." Mr. Robinson shook his head; what a shame.
They're going to try to put a bill on the ballot next year to get a California constitutional amendment to ban gay marriage. I don't think they realized their audience was a group of liberal seventeen year olds.
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| i already tried all that; i'm gonna let him fly |
[18 May 2005|10:28pm] |
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Dixie Chicks - Let Him Fly |
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So. Rather aggravated. I've been pruning my hostees, lately - the people that are hosted on my domain - and one, I let slide, because occasionally, I see her update her art, though she didn't say she'd updated. I dunno, maybe I'm a lunatic. Maybe she'd never updated in the first place.
But finally, it got to the point where I knew where she hadn't updated in a while, so I emailed her. Two-ish weeks later, I emailed her again. Then again. And now I'm downloading all of her shit onto my computer, in case she comes back from the dead and says "omg you fucking whore why didn't you TELL me?"
Now, I know her, and I know she's not going to do that, but just in case. And jesus fuck, but she had a lot of shit on here. I know I was really really lax on space provisions, but right now, I'm the in midst of downloading at least 15 MBS of fanart. When, actually, the limit was 15 MBS, total. Gah. Ergh. Her site is also sucking up most of my bandwidth - honestly, I'm really, really glad she didn't email me back. Now she's gone, and if she emails me back, I'll send her her shit, and tell her to go somewhere else, please. Politely, of course, because I'm really a very nice person, deep down.
But I really, really hate bossing people around like this. I am not a natural born dictator; for Christ's sake, I'm a Libra. I'd fuck you even if I hated you, if it'd make you happy.
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| conversations |
[16 May 2005|10:09pm] |
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CSI: NY |
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Me: Aren't I cute!?
Mum: Your pants are a bit low...
Dad: She just says that because she's jealous she can't wear her pants low like that.
Mum: I will one day! When I'm older, and wearing those elastic pants, and I keep stepping on the ends of them and they come down and my Depends are revealed!
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