| The Disease |
[May. 13th, 2008|08:44 am] |
There is a couple. A man and a woman. Speaking German. And the woman is young, sharp-featured, and the chemotherapy has taken everything. Her eyebrows. The color from her cheeks so she looks sallow and wan despite her smile. And they hold hands and chatter and kiss as they wait in the queue. And my friend says.
"I just read your mind."
"OK?"
"You just thought, 'He would have left me.'"
I say nothing, because. Because. |
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| Angel on High |
[Apr. 9th, 2008|08:59 pm] |
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| I Will Not Disclaim My Excitement |
[Apr. 3rd, 2008|01:19 am] |
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| The Accidental Tourist |
[Mar. 31st, 2008|05:55 pm] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Usa For Africa - We Are The World | ] |
1. I think I have an accidental date tomorrow with a French guy named Stefan.
2. I'm going to Italy this weekend, and I just read this vaguely unsettling New York Times travel article about "undiscovered" Venice, and how the writer worked so hard to "blend in" and "rub elbows with locals."
Why does that seem so profoundly ridiculous to me? Maybe it's because my family is Italian, and the idea of some American travel writer trying to "blend in" with them for their quaint authenticity is as patronizing as it is comic.
Or maybe it's because of this: I've seen the people who visit New York, and who think they're doing a bangup job of dressing, eating, talking, behaving like New Yorkers. They're always the dumbest, most sore-thumbish looking people on the sidewalk.
May I not be the person, ever, who boasts about things I haven't seen. |
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| I like this meme so I stole it from you. |
[Mar. 22nd, 2008|12:17 am] |
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Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, thoughts on yaoi, favourite type of underwear, graphic techniques, etc. Repost in your own journal so that we can all learn more about each other. |
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| Stupid Pop |
[Mar. 17th, 2008|10:15 pm] |
Here's something curious. Rockapella is comprised of these five intelligent, astute guys who make this witty, erudite, somewhat conceptual brand of pop music that is, at first, rather difficult to wrap your mind around. And yet their fans are basically morons.
No, I clearly don't mean you.
But you know what I mean.
You've read the Lounge. You've been to the shows. These are not the brightest bulbs on the perilously electrified strand of life and — be honest — you sometimes wonder how you ended up in the same room or atmosphere as most of them.
And yet, I also post on the natty, swarming beehive of a message board of another pop group whose members basically have the combined IQ of a single strand of asparagus. Like, they're basically the stupidest people on earth. And their music is stupid! And their marketing is even MORE stupid!
(No, not Hanson. Although they're kinda stupid too, right? Especially that Isaac.)
But lo and behold, the message board belonging to this profoundly stupid band attracts all of these incredibly smart, creative-minded, curious, funny people who all post messages about pretty interesting topics.
How does that happen? Like, is there basically an unspoken intelligence balance in the universe that requires that some mystery, median IQ always be maintained in populations? So therefore if the idol in question is really damn smart, all of their worshippers are doomed to be bleary-eyed dunces just to maintain that balance? And does this equation work for anything other than bands, and anything other than intelligence? Like, for example. John Stewart is funny. Does that mean that everyone who loves John Stewart is therefore really unfunny? Like he picks up the slack for all of the humorless people in the world? Are all Michael Jackson fans bad dancers?
Maybe we're all just caught in this endless riptide of fawning over what we aren't and can't have. The stupid band in question? They're dumb as a bag of rocks but they were surely the coolest, cutest kids in their respective high school classes. I wasn't cool or cute and I'm not rich (which they eventually became). And a bag of rocks, maybe, for me, was a whole other world. |
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| Reflection |
[Mar. 16th, 2008|09:52 pm] |
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| Next Stop... |
[Mar. 13th, 2008|05:32 pm] |
I am planning the next leg of my adventure. Just you wait and see.
Does anyone know a good travel website for women that isn't freakishly alarmist or cartoonishly ridiculous? As in. Tell no one that you're American! Rape happens, you know! Sew your passport into your underwear! Immediately purchase local traditional dress!
I want to support my sisters and all, but some of the "safety" precautions I've read about are just inefficient, unfashionable, deeply uncool, or borderline paranoid. But I want to be safe, too.
In other words. Is my built-in New York City Armor and Radar of Imminent Danger enough to protect me in _____, or do I need to upgrade the software? So to speak.
This is my favorite Utterly Ridiculous Travel Safety article. Best line? "Muggers aren't interested in your bra." |
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| Look I Made a Taylor |
[Mar. 4th, 2008|12:22 am] |
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| Survey!! |
[Mar. 2nd, 2008|01:27 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  drunk | ] |
+_1. Are you dating the person you text most?
Nope.
+_2. What did you do at 12 o'clock last night?
Attempted to read more of Wuthering Heights and failed.
+_3. What do you want?
Inspiration. Love. Connection. Sex. Riches.
+_4. Who was the last person you shared a bed with?
The Ex.
+_5. Do you talk to yourself?
I used to when I was younger, much to my parents' horror.
+_6. Do you drink milk straight from the carton?
No. Only boys do that.
+_7. Who knows a dark secret or two about you?
The fake-dark secrets, everyone knows. The real-dark secrets, no one does.
+_8. How long is your hair?
Long.
+_9. Do you like Batman?
I like Christian Bale?
+_10. Who did you last hug?
J____ when we said goodbye half an hour ago.
+_11. Do you swear at your parents?
Not at them. But in front of them.
+_13. When was the last time you lied?
Playing dumb is a way of life for a tourist in Paris. Other cultures would call it lying.
+_14. When was the last time you cried?
Two weeks ago in the kitchen.
+_15. Is your birthday on a holiday?
No.
+_16. What instant messaging service do you use?
iChat
+_19. Last thing you cooked today?
Curried couscous with peas.
+_20. Did you have a nap today?
No.
+_21. Whose house did you go to last?
J____'s
+_22. Do you like green beans?
Not really.
+_23. Where did you get the shirt you're wearing?
Marshalls.
+_24. Have any regrets?
I regret that I posted on the Rockapella Lounge this morning. Because, seriously? Who cares? But if that's my only regret, i figure I'm doing pretty well.
+_25. Do you use alarm clocks?
To get up for class, yes.
+_26. Where are you?
Paris.
+_27. Do you ever snort when you laugh?
Sometimes. And someone always points it out.
+_28. What’s the first thing you notice on the opposite sex?
Stance.
+_29. Is cheating ever okay?
Nope.
+_30. Do you want someone you can't have?
I want lots of people. I can have lots of people.
+_31. Do you wear underwear?
Yes.
+_32. Have you ever kissed two guys in one night?
No.
+_33. Are you a social person or an antisocial person?
I am social.
+_34. What radio station(s) do you listen to?
I don't have a radio here, but at home I listen to NPR.
+_35. Are you afraid of the dark?
No.
+_36. Did/do you miss someone today?
Of course.
+_37. Last person who told you your problems were going to be okay?
Myself.
FRIEND CONFESSIONS
+_1. Are you jealous of one or more of your friends?
Not really. My friends live amazing and interesting lives, but only I can live my life.
+_2. Have you known any of your friends your whole life?
Not really.
+_4. Have you ever been ditched by a friend?
Everyone has.
+_5. Do you have your friends' phone number's memorized?
I don't have my own phone number memorized.
+_6. Have you lost or forgotten a friends phone number?
I haven't memorized a single phone number since 2003, so I suppose phone numbers, in my life, are never found or remembered.
+_7. Have you been to most of your friends' houses?
Yes.
HABIT CONFESSIONS
+_1. Do you play with things when nervous?
Only myself.
+_2. Do you have an odd obsession with knives?
I actually hate knives. And guns.
+_3. Do you sleep with the door open or closed?
Closed. Always.
+_4. Is there at least one sound you cant stand?
The sound of ugly people making out.
+_5. What is your worst habit?
They're not so much habits as genuine personality flaws.
LOVE CONFESSIONS
+_1. Who do you love?
Everyone.
+_2. Do you want to kill one of your ex's?
No. Please.
+_3. Do you get bored of your girlfriend/boyfriend easily?
No.
+_4. Has one of your crushes ever called you self centered before?
No, even though it's been true.
PERSONAL OPINION CONFESSIONS
+_1. Abortion?
Your body, your decision.
+_2. Gay marriage not ok?
Gay marriage is 100% constitutional and is therefore OK.
+_3. Is pink an ugly color?
Pink is my favorite color.
+_4. Needles aren't so horrible?
Needles make me want to die.
+_5. Do you have plenty of secrets?
I have some pretty fucking good ones, I will admit.
HAVE YOU EVER CONFESSIONS
+_1. Have you ever fallen UP the stairs?
Sure.
+_2. Have you ever had a nail fall off?
No gross.
+_3. Have you ever slapped someone across the face?
No, but I've always wanted to!
+_4. Have you ever killed anyone?
Surveys are retarded, aren't they?
+_5. Would you wear the same clothes for a week straight?
I think that's what I'm doing right now. In a roundabout way. |
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| HILARITY |
[Feb. 24th, 2008|11:10 pm] |
Hanson is playing Sayreville, New Jersey.
On my birthday.
I'm going to be in Italy. |
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| Today's Strange and Disparate Realizations! |
[Feb. 17th, 2008|11:03 pm] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | A Different Party - Jordan Knight | ] |
1. Robin Thicke wrote and produced most of Jordan Knight's self-titled solo album.
2. I wouldn't have a problem dating someone who has children. |
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| Woah. WOAH. |
[Feb. 14th, 2008|08:58 am] |
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I just woke up and Philippe Candeloro is on TV. |
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| I mean, just to say it. |
[Feb. 12th, 2008|06:07 pm] |
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| Well... |
[Feb. 2nd, 2008|01:39 pm] |
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| Well. |
[Jan. 27th, 2008|09:40 pm] |
Leaving for Paris tomorrow.
Oh my. |
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| Strange But True! |
[Jan. 21st, 2008|10:40 pm] |
Seven somewhat odd things about Laura:
- I have always believed that I have a mild form of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
- I love making puzzles, and I always start them in the middle.
- I'm much more likely to cry during the moving or triumphant moments in movies than the sad ones.
- I have an insanely sensitive neck. If someone touches it, it either feels sublime or horrible.
- My body reacts very badly to caffeine. A single cup of regular Starbucks coffee will wreck my sleep for two nights.
- I dislike all modern art that isn't colorful or funny.
- I have rather poor spatial awareness, and have trouble estimating and eyeballing distances, shapes, and sizes with any kind of precision.
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| Strange Photographic Proof! |
[Jan. 18th, 2008|10:32 pm] |
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| My name is Laura and. |
[Jan. 17th, 2008|11:30 pm] |
If you know anyone in Paris. Speak now.
I leave in 10 days. |
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| This Is My Favorte Poem |
[Jan. 15th, 2008|12:06 am] |
Fuck me like being born
Sean Thomas Dougherty
Fuck me like a roller coaster ride in summer,
or a Ferris Wheel, rising over the body's harbour, fuck me starstruck & glittery & dumb.
Fuck me for breakfast.
Fuck me like the apple tree in bloom, the yard filled with petals.
Fuck me like the mail woman delivering a hundred acceptance letters that say:
We love your work & want to publish you in every issue
for the rest of your life & put your picture on the cover
of TV Guide like Oprah & send you on talk shows
to answer questions like "why do you think
all the really GREAT poets commit suicide?"
Fuck me weeping & wet, shifting & sanguine, rouged and religious.
Fuck me for dinner.
Fuck me holy, wearing rosaries, singing to Yoruban deities.
Fuck me laid back like reading
the New York Sunday Times sipping coffee, after fucking
all night.
Fuck me like licking the spoon.
Fuck me like this poem almost rhymes.
Fuck me raucous & raging, dripping like Pollack with paint.
Fuck me so I remember
those two slow children I saw playing checkers:
How the one touched the other on the cheek & said, You win.
Fuck me that tender.
Fuck me perennial. Yes, fuck me perennial, millennial. Fuck me like you're mental. Fuck me sentimental.
Fuck me like a Lincoln Continental, pimped out, slow & low. Fuck me with sequins & sangria.
Fuck me homeless & heartbroken, shapeshifted & celebrated.
Fuck me like the rain washing us clean.
Fuck me like all those fucked up Giant cartoons in the Thanksgiving day parade bobbing in a strong wind.
Fuck me like how the President fucks us all & doesn't even kiss.
Fuck me with mangoes in your mouth, let the pulp slip sticky between our tongues,
for the neighbors downstairs are arguing again.
Fuck me so loud & hard & full of joy perhaps they will hear
& remember the shape of their two bodies & its sober song.
On the first day of this astonished world.
Fuck me like being born. |
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