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[22 Jun 2004|07:05pm] |
okay well,
nevermind,
see you later.
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| 206JJ |
[12 Jun 2004|11:22am] |
11:30am and there is still a part of me that is drunk in this room, alone, which is not mine. and i'm going to work in a skirt i sat on a puddle in at a party last night. but holy fuck i saw GABRIEL RIOT at this party which just made the night infinitely more awesome than i anticipated.
sometimes i'm really in like. haha welcome to middle school. i now see what john cusack's character meant in high fidelity when he realized that relationships dont change from the time you are 14-35, its all the same crap. and by crap i dont mean crap. by crap i mean good crap.
man i'll probably delete this after work.
this, though, is important: july 29th will be the culmination of our [jamie and me] music adoration/appreciation/obsession. SEATS right in front of the STAGE to see the CURE.
swoon, or what.
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(6 fools | stroke my ego)
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| best case scenario |
[08 Jun 2004|09:54am] |
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le tigre - eau d'bedroom dancing |
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i woke up before my alarm and instantaneously began bouncing
around and singing songs that i made up on the spot because
today will be an absolutely GLORIOUS day!
welcome home swain.
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(2 fools | stroke my ego)
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[01 Jun 2004|02:01am] |
i cant sleep. i cant wake up. i'm in love with the liquor cabinet.
miss you,
kiana
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(1 fool | stroke my ego)
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| at least you'll never be a vegetable - even artichokes have hearts |
[12 May 2004|11:37pm] |
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not poetic, just dubious |
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boys, sometimes, are too brusquely honest. muggy weather irritates me. i'm all alone in a house-full of artificial memories. my wandering eye needs to be patched up. the only word constantly repeating through my mind is: STOP!. i've stated before, and i will proclaim again: i miss art! sometimes i want to lock myself in a closet with just oil paints and a canvas. i fall asleep at sunrise and wake up at sunset. love is contagious, but i'm just allergic.
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(9 fools | stroke my ego)
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| you're pretty good looking, for a dead girl. |
[24 Apr 2004|02:49am] |
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i dont want to admit it, but elliott smith. again. haha. |
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so shitty McShit day turned into a quite lovely evening. [and by lovely i mean DEAD]. wuog banquet was a blast. [and by blast i mean soda-pop]. jason and jessica's zombie costumes should win award for best costumes EVER. haha. shit why didnt i take a picture of them? oh well [,okay]. i recall making embarassing drunk phonecall? ? ? [and by embarassing i mean thank god you picked up the fucking phone]. my favorite erutrevo song: "boys have a penis, girls have an orangina." you boys rocked the house. nice cow bell. shortly after banquet, jamie and i decided to give athens a little taste of dead polka-dot wearing prom queens. we were well-recieved, surprisingly, by the sororifrats, but totally scoffed-at by indie kids. ok now for photos:
( robots, pirates, zombies, oh my! )
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(6 fools | stroke my ego)
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| happiness is not the right word, but its the only one that comes to mind |
[28 Mar 2004|07:50pm] |
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fucking amazing. |
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jesus & mary chain - my girl |
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i have the best life. [sans my current apathy for school]. lots of emotions. not enough words. i have surpassed any alcohol limit i ever thought i had. say goodbye to that pint of rum! [in the span of TWO measly hours!!!] jamie katie and rachel i fucking love you girls.
we had a beautiful athens-day today. record shopping. orangina. founder's garden. laying around on north campus was perfection.
but as time goes on, the send-off becomes that much sadder.
anyway this is what you all want: [scandalous] PARTY PICTURES!
( enjoy )
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(3 fools | stroke my ego)
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| reduce.reuse.recycle |
[24 Mar 2004|05:59pm] |
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stooges, sleepy jackson, happy mondays, the chiffons |
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and again i will proclaim:
life is good and the sun is hot....
and we can rest now because it is neither raining, nor pouring.
and doing your best is all that really matters, in the end.
and even though i am drowning in schoolwork, all i envision
is jam and i drinking cocktails and smoking cigs on our
new porch, mood lighting and all.
here's to climbing out of that pathetically drawn-out rut.
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(2 fools | stroke my ego)
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| telephone converstion doodles. |
[21 Sep 2003|01:31am] |
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belle and sebastian - step into my office, baby |
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i must have forgotten how to think things over somewhere along the way.
i've been led.
after a night like this, how can we not be poetic?
whenever it becomes accessible enough, i will see lost in translation every day until theaters stop playing it. and then i will buy the dvd.
new belle and sebastian seems strongly influenced by elliott smith. it's beautiful.
and on that note, i love my friends.
( scarlett johansson has an adorable butt )
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(12 fools | stroke my ego)
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| tie is on tight oh so tight and it chokes you |
[06 Feb 2003|01:04pm] |
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ron sexmith in my head |
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drama on the homefront.
moving right along . . .
my plan to force springtime into coming sooner [like, today] failed and it failed oh so miserably. flip flops and a pink polo shirt. the forces of nature are beyond my control! my poor feet have met the wrath of cold rain. oy vey!
despite my overly packed week, i managed to put some heart into it..
the following people have mix tapes waiting for them:
jamie. katie. cara. sunni. stephen.
this calls for a trip to the ATH.
jonathan and i watched buffalo 66 again the other night.
this is a stick shift. i cannot drive this car. this is a problem. do you know what a luxuuurious car is? thats the kid of car I drive. luxurious. it means it shifts itself! i cant drive this car
time for test #2....
BUT FIRST..
congrats! you are an artsy indie fuck! you
understand way more then any normal human being
in so much ways. you listen to the most
excellent abstract music and analize everything
it means and even doesnt mean! art is the life
around us and no one else could possibly think
about understanding it
what type of indie fuck are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
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(2 fools | stroke my ego)
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[20 Jan 2003|02:01am] |
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none, or other |
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wham! and richard ashcroft |
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i have a tendency to do this.
leave.
so thats what i did.
i left.
as the elders like to say, i had a lot of growing up to do.
so i did it.
i grew up.
i left some behind.
and you know who you are.
but some i kept.
only now do i know waht love is.
tonight i was teased with the thought of thoughts.
circa may 2002.
teased.
so i guess i didnt really fully grow up.
vulnerable and naiive, again.
tonight was the closest thing i've felt to friendship in a long time.
and right when i was getting comfortable, i realised that i was merely being used.
for top secret info.
using is using.
feeling shitty is feeling shitty.
which is exactly why i left in the first place.
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to be meant in more ways than one:
is this the end?
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(5 fools | stroke my ego)
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