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[Dec. 16th, 2005|03:16 pm] |
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| | i'm a reasonable man get off my case... | ] |
ok, this is a great sentence...
To look upon the face of Claire Danes is to discover an exquisitely expressive canvas for all the emotional colorings of life.
angela!!!!
i aspire to one day have sentences like that written about me. i mean, come on, i am way more dramatic than angela chase. |
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[Dec. 1st, 2005|07:54 pm] |
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i've been playing in other journals for the past hour or so, so i figured i should give my own a little bit of attention. in fact, this is the first night in over a month that i've had time to just relax a bit. yesterday was the official final day of moving, a process that started on halloween and lingered for the time since. anyway, i am no longer attached to capitol hill in any physical way. i'll miss being right in the middle of everything, but i am absolutely loving the new place. even if i am drowning in a sea of boxes. and completely ignoring them at the moment. word!
the snow today was exhilirating. i learned that posting about the snow in the seattle community will most likely get your post deleted (not that i tried), but if you put a kitten in the picture, it is automatically disqualified from deletion. in fact, i think that any pictures of kittens in seattle are relevant in the seattle community any time. at least, they should be.
for some reason, i am getting a case of the holiday fever. i don't usually get excited about christmas too much, but there must be something positive in the air lately. maybe it's the new place, the crisp cold air, or maybe it's just that i want to go and spend all of my money.
uh oh greg is home! i need to pretend i've been unpacking now... meep.
i wanted to leave you with a bit of sound wisdom from a lyrical genius.
"Shit,Think,Shit, think,Shit, quick, put me in the closet"
And now I'm in this dark ass closet, tryin' to figure out
Just how I'm gonna get my crazy ass up out this house"
-r.kelly |
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| oh, young bob dylan, how i adore you. |
[Nov. 1st, 2005|04:46 pm] |
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| | don't think twice it's alright. | ] |
probably the worst thing about being addicted to searching for apartments on craigslist is.. when you've already found a wonderful place-- and yet just cannot stop looking at other places to find something better. evil evil craigslist.. already slipping me dreams of a better life than the one i am not even living yet! not really, but you know.
on that note, i am moving! and i already have the key to the new place. goodbye, capitol hill. hasta la vista to you, clever dunne's, crescent lounge, and all you drunk bitches screaming in the streets all throughout the night. i'm taking my kitties and moving to the woods of west seattle. it's been fun, really, but i can't take it anymore. i'm from a small town in texas, for god's sake! you've been unkind, and i am calling it quits!
b&o, annapurna, ayutthaya... we'll surely be keeping in touch.
something else i may be addicted to... audiobooks. i recently finished shopgirl in audio form on my ipod, and just purchased 'coraline' off audible.com. audible.com is really cool, i think, and here's the deal. if you sign up for their premium membership (two audiobooks a month), you can get a FREE ipod shuffle or $100 off any apple ipod product they sell. WHAT A FABULOUS DEAL! audiobooks might be kind of lame, now i'm not sure, but it's nice to listen while i do other things. if i can find a fair amount of titles to add to my wishlist, which shouldn't be a problem, i am SO joining when i am settled into the new place. it's a real shame they don't have "how to be pretentious in seattle" in audio form. i'll never be hip. :(
anyway, back to shopgirl, i want to go see the film this week. steve martin is great, just great.
finally, might i say that having an impossible fight with your impossible dad at age 27 is pretty effing ridiculous. absolutely draining. argh! |
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[Sep. 20th, 2005|01:06 pm] |
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| | jason mraz - unravel | ] |
last night, in a dream, i was sitting on a seattle metro bus behind devendra banhart. i couldn't see his face, but his hair was more shoulder length and curly and he was singing little yellow spider. there was a woman sitting opposite him, an old raggedy hippie lady, repeating after every line he sang, "brilliant. that's just brilliant."
my coworker cindy and i have discovered some unsettling coincidences in our lives. i just wanted to document them for some reason, so here goes.
her roommate (who i think may actually be her partner) is named gina. well, obviously my name is gina, and my best friend in high school and part of college was named cindy. (i miss her a lot. we used to dress up as audrey hepburn and walk around campus splashing in puddles. those were usually two separate activities.)
cindy's gina's birthday is september 15th. my mom's birthday is september 15th.
my lovely greg's birthday is october 3rd. cindy's mom's birthday is october 3rd.
okay, writing it down, it doesn't seem like a lot to be weirded out by. but it is! very much so!!! omg. bye. |
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| waning gibbous |
[Sep. 19th, 2005|01:54 pm] |
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this morning, greg got up at 3:00am and started eating breakfast (a million bowls of cereal). i was hugely confused, so i stayed in bed for about twenty minutes before getting up to eat a banana. then i played with elvis, checked e-mail, threw on some clothes and left for work. it was awesome/notawesome.
i want to have a kahlua party. because i can. and because i don't like bailey's. i am feeling much better today... all of last week, i thought my stomach was packing up and moving out of my body, but i guess it ultimately decided to stay put for now. whew. maybe aaron was helping my stomach stay put. he's good at getting things to stay put.
i am loopy, it is naptime. tomorrow, we heart katamari is out. i am super excited about this, and it's all erin q's fault. :) it's kind of fun to open up multiple windows of that website and listen to the music. heh heh. |
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| a little tori dork-out here |
[Sep. 18th, 2005|02:03 pm] |
last night, cocorosie was lovely. i want to be them. oh man, it blew us all away. the triple door is very classy. it was a lovely time. i left during antony b/c i was feeling sick again. (i'm going to the doctor tomorrow unless it magically goes away before then.) i wish i could have stayed though, it was really interesting...
tori amos had this thing on her website for her tour this year where you could request songs you'd like to hear her cover. because she covered two songs each show, and called it the "piano bar." i requested probably a dozen songs or so. she played two of them on the last two shows of her tour. 'bette davis eyes' on friday and 'black' on saturday. i can't wait to download them.
gah and gush and gah!!! |
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| happy birthday mom!! |
[Sep. 15th, 2005|01:43 pm] |
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| | achy | ] |
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| | cocorosie | ] |
i think i survived death! hooray!
one of many...
i seriously think that one day i will die of drama overdose. *cringe*
okay, i don't seriously think that. that might be worse than drowning.
i have an ipod. it colors my soul. white.
i wish this was a haiku. i also wish it was september 20th. |
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[Aug. 22nd, 2005|04:05 pm] |
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EVERYTHING IS BACK TO NORMAL AGAIN! WOOHOO!
so overall the visit with my dad was very good. he loved seattle, he loved greg, loved my friends, and of course it felt great to see him. no more of this four years between visits thing. of course, the perpetual stress i take on in my father's presence was inevitable, but i feel like now that it's all over, and it was a positive event for once, that stress can begin to lift. i'm going to try my best to be a good daughter from this point forward. you know, call more often and actually talk to him about things, share my life with him. i know that i am the most important thing to him--always have been and always will be. i need to earn that, and i can't avoid it anymore. we'll see how it goes...
after an early morning trip to the airport, yesterday was so very relaxing. greg and i took naps, watched father ted and six feet under (we're on to season 3 now), ventured out for a bit, and just revelled in being home again for the first time in over two weeks. being able to fully enjoy each other's company was absolutely exhilirating.
going back to work today was slightly nerve-wracking, but once i got there and saw that things are relatively drama-free at the moment, i started to feel better. i don't know, though. i miss wilson. and jerry. and katheryn.. kim and jacqui are leaving soon, and that makes me sad. now the only people left to keep me sane are laura and colton. everything is changing. we fear change!
ANYWAY. i'm gonna watch the seahawks game now for greg because he can't. heh heh. man, i'm hungry. tacos! |
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| cuddlecakes |
[Aug. 16th, 2005|08:31 pm] |
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| | damien rice | ] |
cuddle2
Originally uploaded by bubblecake.
one of the only things keeping me sane right now. :)
i've had houseguests for a week and a half. first greg's mom, and then my dad. until now, i hadn't seen my dad in four years. he leaves sunday morning. i love him, but he does drive me absolutely bonkers. just ask greg. i really need some gina time! anyway, we've been doing lots of exploring.. an amazing north cascades daytrip yesterday, alki beach and ferry rides the day before, canoeing all over lake washington today. tomorrow we're heading out to rialto beach for some nice peaceful ocean viewing, camping there over night, and heading back through the olympics. friday is the typical city tour and a nice dinner out. saturday we're doing mount rainier. here at home, i keep trying to protect my dad from the devil that surrounds him (ha ha), but really, that's futile being on capitol hill. i wonder how he's feeling... it's really really good to see him though, and such a relief to know that he's actually doing pretty good. i must also say, greg handles my dad quite well. he thinks my dad is awesome. it calms me down. i am very impressed.
now i have to do some serious work on my mom to convince her to come up... stubborn texans! |
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| big mama drama |
[Jul. 18th, 2005|07:22 pm] |
dramadramamdramadramadramadramadreamadramadramadrama
dramadramamdramadramadramadramadreamadramadramadrama
dramadramamdramadramadramadramadreamadramadramadrama
dramadramamdramadramadramadramadreamadramadramadrama
dramadramamdramadramadramadramadreamadramadramadrama
llamalamalallamamalmallalallamallamallamallamallamma
dingdongdingdongdingdoingdongdingdingodingodiingdong
put that in my chapbook. thanks. |
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| weather report |
[May. 26th, 2005|02:14 pm] |
90 in seattle!
91 in kingsville!
70 in buffalo!
77 in detroit!
63 in whitehorse!
54 in anchorage! |
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| lollerpops |
[May. 19th, 2005|03:34 pm] |
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omg autechre played last night!? why didn't anybody tell me... ??? |
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| and you think you're so pretentious |
[May. 9th, 2005|05:56 pm] |
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i've only been back to work from vacation for less than a week now. but sure enough, already, this past weekend nearly killed me. my sleep schedule is now so fucked up from opening three days in a row that i feel nauseated and achy all over. i am going to try to go to bed early tonight with the goal of getting more than 8 hours of sleep. i've been having really odd dreams lately too. the kind that raise questions i don't even want to begin to ponder. oh man. i'm such a wimp.
oh, the tori shows were lovely, it was very refreshing to see her again. of course, i am now reacquainting myself with obsession.. it's an undying love, really. it was great to go to a show with melissa, because we both know that's the reason we're still alive. ok, maybe that's being too dramatic. it's why our lives are the way they are now, though. all in all, it's pretty nice. i also liked going to shows with ashleigh when we went together in michigan. that was lovely as well.
today, i received the best mother's day card in the mail. which is funny because conventionally, i am not a mother.
i need need need an account with dimeadozen.org but there are none available for the taking. how frustrating! what's a girl to do? help me please... |
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| what are 'shenanigans' |
[Mar. 25th, 2005|03:31 pm] |
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| | emiliana torrini | ] |
i want to see this!
Dale Cooper: [ talking into tape recorder ] Diane, 11:31 pm. Just finished washing up and ready for bed. This morning, I showered for nine minutes. Found seventeen hairs; three curly, fourteen straight. I used the Basalm shampoo along with the conditioner courtesy of the hotel and delivering what it promised. A silky manageability. Cotton towel by Field Crest with just the right amount of absorbancy. Consumed fifteen doughnuts today, Diane. All jelly. I'll be injecting my insulin in four minutes. Diane, slept great last night. Got to find out what kind of sheets these are; not cotton, not rayon, silky. Damn fine sheets. I'm gonna get naked and slide around in them. |
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| j'ai besoin de pamplemousse |
[Mar. 25th, 2005|01:51 pm] |
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| | m. ward | ] |
red line's chicken curry sandwiches are the bomb. too bad they are only available on special. but they have them today! all you carnivores in the area should go get one. i have two. yum.
update: shoulder feels 85% better... whining and playing the sims paid off. also, most bad feelings from yesterday have dissolved with the intake of a large bottled mocha frappuccino. (it doesn't take much.) oh, and also last night's extravagant purchase of a joanna newsom silkscreen poster on ebay, but i don't want to talk anymore about that. let's just say i had dreams last night that i got it in the mail and kept accidentally tearing the edges. i need some art on my walls!
looking up prices to visit mom. theoretically, i should visit dad first (haven't seen him since before i left michigan), but it seems too difficult for many reasons. it's been two years since i made it down to texas, and i'm feeling the need to go home for a bit. i'm thinking mid may for 10 days or so. airfare seems quite reasonable to corpus christi for some reason... normally it is at least four hundred dollars. it's roughly half that right now, so i need to take advantage. it's a shame i don't really know anybody down there anymore. i watched breakfast at tiffany's with melissa the other night and i started feeling nostalgic for cindy, my on and off again best friend from texas. we used to raid her grandmother's closet and try to look like audrey. it's all gone. isn't that too bad? got any whiskey upstairs? anyway, last i heard, she was living in florida.. or was it oklahoma?
oh, i finished paper mario last week. two enthusiastic thumbs up, fine holiday fun! :) |
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| you're reading fitzgerald, you're reading hemingway. |
[Mar. 23rd, 2005|04:30 pm] |
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| | soviet kitsch | ] |
regina spektor is playing at the crocodile on april 14th. i was just turned on to her by the lovely ashleigh smashleigh. from what i've seen and heard so far, i mostly think she's great. you can see videos of her stuff, or listen to her cd, at reginaspektor.com. so i need someone to come to the show with me. maybe somebody out there likes her and wants to come? it's only eight dollars.
don't make me go alone. |
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| it's just a useless raft |
[Feb. 2nd, 2005|08:35 pm] |
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| |  nostalgic | ] |
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| | joanna newsom - swansea | ] |
i have only written two good poems in my life. and ashleigh wants a portfolio?
my godmother used to have a huge glass jar filled with ribbons. i stayed there in the summertime growing up from third grade on. every morning, my cousin missy and i would pick out the ribbons we wanted to put in our hair. and on our cabbage patch dolls, my little ponys, barbies, other cousins, the dog.
anyway. no real story there. how a melody can bring back a memory... just wanted to remember the swirly jeweltone ribbon jar. how light, how light. |
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| content? what? |
[Jan. 12th, 2005|09:29 pm] |
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when i got in the shower this evening, i had 'fascination street' in my head. now i'm thinking about coachella and how much i want to go again this year based on the fantasy tentative lineup that was sent to me by a curiously unreliable source. to the desert! but i'm driving this time. and i'm getting in the pool, dammit.
if i ever have kids, there are a lot of things i'll have a hard time dealing with, if i'll be able to manage at all. like loose teeth. or splinters. *cringe* i think i have a splinter right now. i'm just going to ignore it until it goes away.
joined the gym recently, it's kicking my ass, and in the most pleasing way. it also provides yet another handsomely justified excuse to go shoppping. i need... a gym bag, workout clothing, sports bras, shoes. towels, travel toiletries (body wash, shampoo, conditioner). a travel blow dryer, mp3 player, yoga mat, workout gloves, swimsuit. ha ha, ha.
on an even randomer note, one of my biggest pet peeves is whistling. i can't stand it when people whistle. tunes, i mean. it's always men who do it, too. usually older, walking on the sidewalk, whistling frank sinatra (who i am growing to love as of late), being jerks. this stems from an experience at the airport once... the first leg of my flight was delayed and when we landed, i had twenty-five minutes to catch my connecting flight in ANOTHER TERMINAL and i had to take the train to get there. i believe it was in houston. and this guy was in front of me on the escalator down to the concourse, taking up the entire width of it with his asshat self and luggage, whistling the 'winnie the pooh' theme song. my hatred for whistling also goes back to riding in the truck with my dad... he'd listen to the eagles and whistle through his teeth. *one more cringe*
ahhh okay. one more thing... thanks to todd, i am now obsessed with joanna newsom. thank you TODD! lovelovelove. i want to buy a weakerthans cd as well, but am not sure which one to get? anybody out there have any input? probably not, you jerks. but i value all of your opinions! maybe the weakerthans suck though... i heard them in a cafe in tacoma and thought i really liked it. hm.
tacoma was weird. the museum of glass was cool. the gregory barsamian exhibit was pretty neat. very dark and mechanical, like a tool video and william kentridge combined. way existential. like ren and stimpy..
i like erin's margaritas. |
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| sexy kitties |
[Dec. 28th, 2004|08:08 pm] |
elvismolko
Originally uploaded by bubblecake.
flickr is really neat. this picture makes me laugh. i got a digital camera for christmas. :O it is really nice! wheeeeeeeeee. |
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| i'm a socialite! |
[Dec. 28th, 2004|06:33 pm] |
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melissa and tony called me from outside, made me dangle elvis out the window in the manner of madonna michael jackson (you're being ignorant!), and then proceeded to come upstairs to drink tea, straighten my hair, and play gamecube. now they are gone and i have a them-shaped hole in my apartment, as well as a new foundation for the grossly regenerative mount dishmore. this is not a guilt trip, i wish it happened more often.
i really miss russian lessons. i suppose i could whip out my notes and textbook and try to teach myself, but i'm not sure it'd be that easy. you see, dawn has been busy marrying a man 25 years older than her and hasn't got time (for the pain). that's fine, but who else am i going to find that will begrudgingly try to translate sentences like "i was overwhelmed with a general sense of ickiness" for me?
fine fine fine. just a quick customer story.
so this girl comes in every day and orders a venti add-shot no-whip mocha frappuccino with vanilla bean powder and chocolate drizzle on top. oh my christ. so a girl i work with asked her one day what she does for a living. she says, "nothing. i'm a socialite! i go to parties." ha ha ha! she came in two days before christmas and i asked her if she'd finished her shopping for holidays and whatnot. "no, i haven't even started! i will probably just give all of my friends cash. every time i go shopping, i end up buying myself stuff. i have a thing for designer jeans and i found a really good deal yesterday and bought twelve pair. they were only seventy five dollars though!" i can't even look at her now... omfg. where do these people come from?
i'm going to go clean my refrigerator now, by means of eating everything in it. i wish i had some alfred hitchcock dvds to watch. ingrid bergman is the bomb, yo. i can't wait for greg to get here with ms word so i can work on my resume. i'm currently floating on motivation, and i can't let it go to waste. |
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