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[27 Sep 2005|09:48pm] |
i think i'm going to be posting over at my old journal- ididntso add me and i'll add you back. i don't really know why. i'm just stupid like that.
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| guess who and i'll give you a quarter |
[27 Sep 2005|03:41pm] |
good day. it's starting to feel like fall :D i got a few of my art supplies and i should get the rest tomorrow. i might as well just start posting in lyrics.
well it was kind of hard to pull away he said buck up baby it's ok the sunlight on the floor will always fall and i meant to write it on the plane high above my earthly pain but i slept right through the flight and that was all
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[25 Sep 2005|04:18pm] |
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my husband just called me from work where he and his coworkers are watching a tornado out the windows. jesus.
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[25 Sep 2005|02:14pm] |
yeah, i get my art supplies soon so in a few weeks i'll be annoying everyone with my own things instead of with others'.
Stammer away, penny brigade, Hell sunk and fretless and dancing. I played all my fears into alchemy's ears and she's deaf to my every asking.
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[25 Sep 2005|07:45am] |
my most screwed up dream ever. i wish i could remember it all.
me and tony were living in this circular building on stilts. it was on this huge beach. or more like a desert that meets the ocean. all you could see was sand and water. this small building was somehow able to house a supply store, a theatre, countless office buildings, and etc....there were all these mazes of corridors and stairs that circled it. at one point i was standing outside of the building. the waves were crashing and it was getting windy like it was going to storm. i looked up at the sky and the clouds were huge and black and rolling. it was just scary and so amazingly beautiful. but occasionally their movement got jerky, kind of like a movie that skips backwards some and repeats a few frames. in my dream i thought only god could do that and i felt all small and terrified and then i ran to get back to tony and the kids. there was also an incident where i found a hatch on the side of the building and pulled it open and every single item i've ever thrown away or lost seemed to be in there and i kept trying push it back in, but it kept tumbling out on me.
i think i've been watching way too many weird movies.
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[23 Sep 2005|09:27pm] |
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chicken broth and cranberry juice is really starting to get old.
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[23 Sep 2005|09:20pm] |
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hey, all you netflix people, friend me! boxcarbecca@gmail.com is the add to use
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[22 Sep 2005|08:35am] |
i've been feeling like total crap. the left side of back has been killing me, chills, sweats, feeling fluish, so i'm guessing i have a uti. half the time i get a uti it's caused by a kidney stone and i really don't want to deal with that right now. and tony is sick as well and has like a billion tests and work. i miss being a kid and having someone to take care of me when i'm sick. one good thing is that my art supply order should finally be shipped today or tomorrow. and yesterday i got a surprise package from amaliadubois (thank you!) and a check from the university that we weren't expecting. so, even though we're all stressed to the max and sick, i guess things could be worse. and boy is this entry pointless.
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[20 Sep 2005|11:31am] |
eli in his beautiful hand-knitted soaker that zoeparker made for him :D
 he kept running from me and this was the only way to get a picture!
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[19 Sep 2005|06:55pm] |
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i love how chris martin sings "stew-pid" in trouble
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| lyrics of the day |
[19 Sep 2005|06:44pm] |
chasing those circles in the ground the same old shit is still the same old lie just when you think you've got it down watch it fly trouble by shawn colvin
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but i've got everything backwards, i do what i do. i am what i'm not. if i wasn't growing my hair out again, i would have forgot all these things. marylee by rose polenzani
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[19 Sep 2005|07:08am] |
while i wait for supplies, this is what i'm planning painting- going to warm up by painting that photograph of caitie lounging in the chair painting 2- recreate a dream. self portrait. only sky in the background. funky jet streams everywhere. woodcut- print carving of jaclyn linocut-little girl with big fish
i am so in love with netflix. wed. i have these coming- pi rabbit-proof fence a tale of two sisters
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[17 Sep 2005|08:26am] |
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i've been trying to order art supplies for three days. i used paypal's shop anywhere virtual debit card to get my supplies from dickblick.com. the first attempt deducted my funds from paypal, but there was no order history at dickblick. so, then i had to go through COMPLETE HELL to get that straightened out. the second time my order went through at dickblick but now the money hasn't been taken out of paypal. I WANT TO KILL PEOPLE
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| so much for being quiet |
[16 Sep 2005|02:45am] |
movies audition- seriously one of the most disturbing movies ever. i think there was twisted humor and some underlying themes in there too, but it's hard to get past the disturbing part. whale rider- beautiful and sweet. the city of lost children- i was a little dissapointed. it's very creative and the visuals are awesome though.
on the way- city of god blue team america: world police
guess which one is tony's. :)
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[16 Sep 2005|02:14am] |
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if i'm quiet here for a while it's because i'm sorting, simplifying, plotting, and organizing.
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| a few cleansing fuck yous |
[13 Sep 2005|10:44pm] |
the closest i'll ever get to voicing it
fuck you elbert ray fuck you A.sshole fuck you mrs. patton fuck you roger emerson and co.
and now on with my life.
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| me and my operas |
[13 Sep 2005|10:20pm] |
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i wonder which would be easier for me to do- stop talking so i don't have to worry about the stupid crap that comes out of mouth (or fingers) or get some confidence.
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| the other brown-eyed boy |
[13 Sep 2005|10:13pm] |
no more pictures after this. i promise. he's not sticking out his tongue in this one so i HAD to post it.
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[13 Sep 2005|10:01pm] |

we watched whale rider together and then had fun chasing jacob and eli while making the bugged-eyed tongue out i'm going to eat you face. why can't you see things changing?
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