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[06 Oct 2008|12:26am] |
more sweet voting posters here.
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| Sweet new hat. It is so fricking cold |
[05 Oct 2008|05:11pm] |
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| Postlapsaria Fashion Show, part one - Extremely Picture Heavy! |
[04 Oct 2008|09:29pm] |
I was trying to wait until I had all of the photographs from the show, but it doesn't look like that will be happening. Several of the photographers haven't given me the photographs, yet. But I want to give a big thank you to the photographers who did keep up their end of the bargain. You are the best!
courtesy of Aldrin
( Postlapsaria and A Rare Bird Fashion Event - Warning: TONS of photographs )
Naturally, out of all of these photographs, we are still missing photos of some of the outfits. haha. Oh well. I'll have more to show you later, hopefully!
-Keiko Lynn
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[04 Oct 2008|04:20pm] |
I have a new boy. And this time, this one is sticking around =)
Looooooove itttt! =D
Movie in 15. Sleep over with Jackie tonight. All in all, good weekend thus far... It started thursday.
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[03 Oct 2008|08:32pm] |
I'm marching to the beat of my own drum. Screw everyone else.
In the dark , We come out and play
We are its children, And were here to stay
Running through , Hungry for strays
No invitation, take me away
Im not cruel, But thats still what you see
Club to club, Come see this city with me
Hungry for life, Without your pity
I dont want it, But you give it
still cant say she wont start up
still cant say she wont start up a fight
you go city
cause in the city of life she cant she cant wait
In the darkness, A killer awaits
To kill a life, And the lies you make
You do another, So this death can live
Just keep on dancing, To the movie your in
The smell of your sweat, Just lures me in
Your heartbeat, Does sing to me
running feet, Beats my blood
My ghost inside you, Soon will be
still cant say she wont start up
still cant say she wont start up a fight
you go city
cause in the city of life she cant she cant wait
hungry for strays, hungry for life, no invitate your pity
i dont want sex but you give it
still cant say she wont start up
still cant say she wont start up a fight
you go city
cause in the city of life she cant she cant wait( x2)
Now its over, You've taken your life
The dark grows thin, And I'm left to hide
I don't regret it, But its sad anyway
Now were both dead, And scared of the black
This life of games, And diligent trust
Its the things we do, Or the things we must
Im now tired of being cussed
So go sleep forever end to dust
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| oh man |
[03 Oct 2008|06:48pm] |
originally posted by ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) rockport11
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[03 Oct 2008|09:46am] |
I'm so tired of hearing ~i just don't think I'll vote i don't think any of them are worthwhile mrehh I'm so intelligent literally no candidate will ever appeal to me~
that's just laziness. right, you could tell me 36593865935846 things your iphone does, or memorize your favorite bands entire discography, but you can't
1)decide what issues are important to you
2) RESEARCH (read, yes, i know, it's terrible) the TWO FUCKING CANDIDATES you have to choose from. there are two. not 100, 2, 2 people. seriously?
3)decide which candidate you feel you share the same opinions with, or side with, or inspires you, or anything. there is never going to be a candidate tailor made to your opinions, so suck it up and choose "the lesser of two evils" if you must put it that way
i almost hate that i feel so strongly about this, because i have a hard time respecting anybody not voting. especially when they try and validate it with whatever excuse. it's laziness and ignorance.
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| are you or do you know |
[03 Oct 2008|02:28am] |
a clothing designer/company
a band/singer/songwriter
an engaged couple
a model
an actor/actress
just some pretty girl
?
Do you want to model for Zivity?
if you know any of the above and they would benefit from a shoot with me, then send them my way. I'm currently booking limited trade for just about anyone that wants it.
busy busy busy
you can contact me via
Livejournal
email : shurie.saxelby@gmail.com
mm: http://modelmayhem.com/shurie
myspace: http://myspace.com/shurie
cell: 805.210.1623
flickr: http://flickr.com/photos/shurie
You could be next.
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| From my brilliant father |
[02 Oct 2008|10:08pm] |
"How did you get to be so wise?" The young man asked the wise man.
"By making wise choices," the wise man answered.
"How did you know they were wise choices?" the young man countered.
"Why, by experience, of course," the old man replied.
"How did you get experience?" the young man asked.
"By making poor choices!" the wise old man exclaimed.
Knowing that every challenging experience contains the seeds of success makes life a constant learning experience and a magnificient adventure. It's all about the journey, it's always been that way.
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| ATLANTIC OCEAN!!! |
[02 Oct 2008|02:11pm] |
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| I'm just going to keep posting large images until someone complains. |
[02 Oct 2008|12:20pm] |
I have to say that I think this whole thing with Janette is out of hand and I'm surprised about how childish Janette is being about the situation. I want to talk to clear the air and she refuses to talk to me because she thinks I want an apology. It's a little irritating because I actually really don't like false apologies. In fact, I'm insulted by them. A false apology is a lie. Don't lie to me. Period.
Dan came in on my shift yesterday and told me that he thought the store looked good and he was proud of me. I think he's finally going to make me full time, which is awesome, but I almost feel like I don't deserve it. It's just the way the baristas have been making me feel lately. I don't know if it's paranoia or if it's anxiety over everything that's making me self conscious or if it's Janette. I don't know what it is, but regardless, I'd be really grateful to finally be full time. It would be such a relief.
I'll be working during the debate tonight. come and see me. or record the debate for me. I'll probably watch it on youtube later. What do you think? Is Palin going to bomb this one or will she actually seem like she has a shred of intelligence in her head? We can only wait and see.
I need some water. lots of it.
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[02 Oct 2008|12:19pm] |
SO pumped:
EVERYONE WATCH THE DEBATE TONIGHT! 9pm my time, 6pm your time.
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[02 Oct 2008|11:24am] |
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Yesterday I got a call from my friend Adam informing me that a young woman by the name of Kirsten Brydum had been murdered in New Orleans last week. She was 25. I was best friends with Kirsten's younger sister Erika in middle school and both of us always looked up to her. It's been quite a while since I've seen Kirsten, but after doing a bit of research, I found out that she had grown up to be quite an intelligent, wonderful young woman and activist. My heart goes out to her family and loved ones. It's also very nice to hear how many people's lives she has touched. I keep hearing the news over and over from people I didn't even realize had known her. Her memorial page can be found here: http://kirstenbrydum.virtualmemorials.com/
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| THE FUTURE IS NOW! |
[02 Oct 2008|12:03am] |
The evening desk clerk-- he can tell the future. He always asks me about my day, and because I'm the type of individual who loves to tell about my day, I tell. He took specific interest in my attempts at getting into MIT. I'd trudge into the lobby of my apartment complex late at night-- it's a disaster due to renovation, dust, paint, no carpet-- and there he sits at his ancient desk. He has a phone, a button to open the front door, and a pad of paper and some pens. As I talk to him he takes notes. I can't understand why, I haven't asked yet. He just jots down some of the key things I say about my dreams and aspirations. To any passerby he seems like an average Joe. Just some guy working nights, pretty nice, smiles a lot, always says hello.
But he can tell the future.
He talks in this tone that is almost mystical, he allows himself room between words-- he doesn't just lay it all out there. "Kosta I think tomorrow you should go back to the offices at MIT. Because I think he'll be there. He will be there. And bring a pad and paper, I see you needing to write some things down." That was after my fourth attempt at meeting the man at the Media Labs.
The next day I did not want to go to the Media Labs again-- four failed attempts, the secretary knew me by name. Sure, Gerald-- that's name of the man at the front desk, he told me that the man I sought would be there. But what does Gerald know, he runs the front desk. It's cold, rainy, I don't want to trudge over to the Media Labs and bother the secretary again. But I decided to go anyway.
"Hi do you know if Chris is in?" I quietly ask the man sitting on the couch who looks EXACTLY like the Chris in question. "I don't think he's here today." He says to me, and I make a weird face. "I'm Chris. You must be the guy leaving business cards with my secretary every other day." FINALLY.
He tells me something about being extraordinarily busy, about how he doesn't meet up with students, about how he has some killer deadlines. I empathize. I tell him I'm from California, that I have to explain my transcript, that I have some questions, that I'd like to meet with him. He says January-- He'll look over my portfolio, January we can get together-- and if I heard correctly he wanted to meet up in Boulder Colorado. Which sounded awesome to me, but I might have heard him wrong. That happens a lot-- I'm forever writing stories. So I say thank you. I shake his hand, I leave.
And I haven't gotten what I want at all! I haven't told him anything, I haven't heard anything. I met him, I shook his hand, but that was about it. I wanted to sit down with the man and see what he's like. I want to find out if he's the mentor I imagine him to be. I want to tell him why I think there is a bit of symbiosis between what he's doing and what I'm doing. How our ideas could work well together. How I have something to offer. These things work so much better in person!
So I do what any average self deprecating over-achiever would do: I call my life line Nanci. "Nanci, he's right there. And I didn't get to the point of what I wanted from him. I didn't ask him for a meeting, I just kind of fumbled-- he put me off till January."
And I'm misquoting because I don't think it's possible for me to directly quote Nanci: "Get your butt back in there and tell him what you want. You know what you want!!" So back in I stormed.
"Chris, I'm sorry to bother you again-- but I'm here for two weeks, I have questions for you, I have some Ideas I want to share with you and if I could borrow five minutes of your precious time I would be greatly appreciative."
"E-mail me on Sunday and maybe I can squeeze you in next week."
All you have to do is ask. How cool is that?! The desk clerk can actually tell the future!
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[01 Oct 2008|09:14pm] |
this is so strange to hear i don't even really know how to handle it.. or what to think..
i guess it really makes me realize you can only live your life in the moment because you never know what could happen...
rest in peace sweet lady
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| Deportation rally |
[01 Oct 2008|02:13pm] |
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| Skynard? |
[01 Oct 2008|02:10pm] |
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[01 Oct 2008|12:14pm] |
Jimmy, Jimmy
Come back Jimmy
When you go Rwanda Congo
Take me on ya genocide tour
Take me on a truck to Darfur
Take me where you would go
Got static on ya satellite phone
Got to get you safe at home
Got to get you some where warm
So you get me all alone
Jimmy Aaja
Jimmy Aaja
Jimmy Aaja
Time and time and time and time again
You keep pushing that button but I don't know what your sayin
You hit me on AIM tryin' flip me on some game
Are you coming are you going are you leaving are you staying
You told me that your busy
Your loving makes me crazy
I know that you hear me
Start acting like you want me
You told me that your busy
Your loving makes me crazy
I know you can hear me
Start acting like you want me
Jimmy Aaja
Jimmy Aaja
Jimmy Aaja
Time and time and time and time again
You keep pushing me, what you sayin
You hit me on AIM, flip me on some game
But I still don't know what you're sayin'
You told me that your busy
Your loving makes me crazy
I know that you hear me
Start acting like you want me
You told me that your busy
Your loving makes me crazy
I know you can hear me
Start acting like you want me
Jimmy Aaja
Jimmy Aaja
Jimmy Aaja
also, I turn 21 in exactly one month. I want a new lense and I know exactly what I want it to do, but I don't know what it's called. I need to go shop
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