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[02 Jul 2008|09:30pm] |
I don't really know if I can go to Barcelona because of the expenses.
Which is depressing because I want it so bad. Worse than I've ever wanted something in my life, I think.
I just applied to 10 scholarships and I have two more to write essays for and two for UGA. I've been putting 100 dollars of every pay check in my savings account. I guess I could try taking out another loan. I'm meeting with Financial Aid tomorrow. I have to call the embassy in DC. I miss my mom. I hope someone up there sees how much I want this because we all know I'm a lazy shit most of the time. I WANT THIS, BLOG GOD.
I am so inexorably fucked when my loans become due.
But, I am excited that Brian got his 43000 dollars to got to London. So, even if I get totally fucked and don't go to Spain, I can still visit London. Which is better than not visiting London.
In other news, I am almost out of work. Ethan, one, work, zero. Take that work. Until tomorrow.
One year anniversary on Friday. That is really kind of crazy, if you think about it. And by think, I mean "read my entries I made in livejournal two years ago."
I want to see the Fall with Lee Pace. I've decided I love Lee Pace. Lee Pace, I love you.
Party with Tessa this weekend too!
So, my requests go like this: I would like to have a good anniversary, good weekend with Tessa, and I'd like to try to find a way to afford Barcelona, even if it takes 10000031289410 scholarships and prostitution and sleepless nights. I am willing to work! Just give me things to work on!
Ethan
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[24 Apr 2008|05:27pm] |
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Licky like a mobile phone.
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[23 Apr 2008|04:24pm] |
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a) I am way past the state of being "ready" for school to end. I know that its supposed to be my "thing" right now, and I AM enjoying it, but after a French paper/presentation, 10 page Spanish comparative paper, and a debate in front of the class on the Iraq War - well, I am tired. I want to move in to my house, crawl into my twin bed and go to sleep.
b) Erika is moving away and I am buying her bed from her. I feel this must have some kind of connotation about our friendship still surviving. I should give her a piece of furniture - but, then she would have to move it.
c) I grew a sort - of - beard thing. I like it, but its getting out of control at this point. Example:
Well, whatever. My face feel all weird, though. FACIAL HAIR, thy name is awkward.
d)Work is going well, work is going boring. I am at work right now and I felt the need to post this. I need to make more money.
e) I read, quite recently, that they did a study on women and found that women often feel more important and empowered when they can hear their heels clicking on a hard-floor surface. This is why, often around make-up counters and what not, there are tile floorings - in front of jewelry stores and displays as well.
no lo soporto.
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[08 Mar 2008|10:44am] |
For brief dispatches, pictures, links, etc, I've been writing at www.pownce.com
www.pownce.com/modern_ism if yr nasty.
Its a pretty good account for quick postings to friends or the public. If you get one, we should hang out on the interwebs.
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[17 Feb 2008|01:47am] |
Dear Dear,
Hey.
My life is pretty good. I kiss my lover. I go to sleep and wake in the mornings. There is sunlight and there is moonlight. There is everything - there are houses and there is mint green pain in cans and there are hammers and there are whole sale markets. There is beer and wine and liquor. There is cheap rent (255 a month) and parties (0 dollars for 10 beers) and there are mash ups (fugazi and destiny's child). If you don't know about my life, then its okay. Its not cognitive dissonace. This isn't the end, but it doesn't matter. I guess this was a period piece. I'm sorry, LiveJournal. I can't do this anymore, because my life is so unexpectadly unimportant. I got a passport, I'm going to Spain, and I'm not telling.
Love you all. I met one really amazing girl off this journal (what up, NJ) and I hope we will continue to talk and love eachother. I think we will. But otherwise, this is pretty defunct. I'm not interesting or important.
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[18 Dec 2007|04:01pm] |
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I NEED A MOTHERFUCKING JOB THAT DOESNT MAKE ME WORK TILL FUCKING 1 AM AND I NEED ONE WHEN I GET BACK TO FUCKING ATHENS. I AM SO SICK OF BEING FUCKING POOR AND I AM SO SICK OF WORRYING ABOUT WHERE MY MONEY IS GOING TO COME FROM AND IM SICK IM FUCKING SICK OF IT AND IF I CANNOT FIND ONE, I WILL GO CRAWLING BACK TO CLOCKED. FUCK.
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[18 Dec 2007|03:23am] |
Must. beat. Persona 3.
Get back. to. reality.
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[11 Dec 2007|01:40pm] |
Plantains instead of french fries. And avacado and tomatoes and onion on scrambled egg sandwhiches.
That's all I'm saying.
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[10 Dec 2007|11:01pm] |
Off with her head! Off with her head!
said the Queen of Hearts
We've been watching Alice by Jan Svadmejor, one of my (new) favorite Czech animators. And drinking vodka - I've been looking up plane tickets to Valencia and plane tickets to Moscow. And Russian drinking - they prepare, evidently. Eggs (preferrably raw), potatoes, salt and acids - essential to being able to to drink and now get too drunk. Wake up at 5 am and drink a beer to chase the hang over away - a shot in the morning only works for alcoholics.
Traditional Russian:
Put some white cherry preservatives on your tongue
Take the vodka, let it run over the sour, sweet, strange flavor
Eat a salted cucumber cut.
It sound refreshing - I want to go to Moscow. I want to drink White/Black Russians. I want to wear fur coats because the sun doesn't come up for months on end.
I want to go to Spain and eat rabbit pallela - quisiera ir al mar. This would be amazing - el mar es azur - o, lo que es que yo pienso.
I like Spanish - its prettier when it is describing something sad.
I hope it snows soon - I like the color and the texture. Remember when it snowed in the parking lot of highschool - that really feathery, strange sort of snow?
Soft.
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[03 Dec 2007|02:26pm] |
I'm not a failure I swear,
I wish you could see it from over there -
I've got a lot over here with me, I've barely been gone;
Everything is very very busy lately.
Its nice and cold outside, the leaves are falling off the trees in little windy orchestral patterns - no snow yet, but I have hope still. And if not, then I feel that Brooklyn will help me with that part of my perfect winter.
I'm eating crisps and onion dip; watching Election (one of the best movies out there). My birthday is in less than a week - my age will start with a number its never started with, which to me is sort of interesting. And crazy. I start with a "2" now - or I will, anyway.
I have all the bands I need to book ready for January - I'll take a little break from the constant nagging of musicians and then reseume booking for February. Its really interesting experience, the whole inner working of a radion station. Also, having a staff with which I can delegate is strange; and having the "final say" be up to me is also very weird.
Its a strange feeling being the one in charge of anything - also, terrifying. I can't say I completely recommend it.
Anyway, lunch and Spanish, then Arabic.
Also, I love Brian. He is coming up to Virginia at the end of December. I want other people to love him too.
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[30 Nov 2007|02:56pm] |
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Nosebleeds in the morning.
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[11 Nov 2007|08:09pm] |
I made Local Music Director!
I'm very excited and scared and squared.
I think this is something that I really want to do.
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[02 Nov 2007|12:48pm] |
The Golden Compass comes out on my biiiirthdayyyy.
Do the test and tell me what you get, k.
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[17 Oct 2007|12:53am] |
Lately I have these weird feelings; somewhere between fullness and emptiness - but both extremes at once.
I don't understand it at all. Its nice, but scary. Hope, but dread.
I'm watching Spanish movies right now and dreaming of Galicia, a little bit.
I have a nice bed waiting for me whenever I want it.
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[16 Oct 2007|07:28am] |
BRIEFLY, my children!
What is it that makes you feel? Is it seven in the morning, watching the sun come up (on the eastern most cost of a very-large-continent), listening to little birdies shaking around in early, blue-green sunshowers?!
Is it early morning cable? Good morning, Mr. Sheffield!
"I could watch you grow forever."
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[15 Sep 2007|02:29am] |
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Its strange to objectively watch things fall apart.
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[12 Sep 2007|01:54am] |
Dear Everyone who wants a mixtape!
I love you and it will be coming to you in the next week or two! I don't want to recycle them, so I'm going to make each one seperately (because you guys are so kewt), so if it takes like a week or so, don't hate me.
Love,
Ethan!
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[06 Sep 2007|02:35pm] |
POST SKRIMP SCRIPT:
Would anyone like to trade a letter (real, fiberous, physial letter) and a mix CD or two?
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[06 Sep 2007|02:32pm] |
Do not pull on the tiny vibrating strings
with too much force - with too much resonance.
Its not fair to numb everything under lines and fists.
Its not fair to hide it all under your little blankets
and swift sayings meant to conceal it all.
Swim softly and look at the pale blue ending -
visible in stillness:
they look back up at your eclipsed eyes.
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[02 Sep 2007|02:32pm] |
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"La Fiesta es una revuelta."
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