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[23 Mar 2004|07:56pm] |
I've moved to  policeloveyou. I'll be adding everyone on my friends list right now. See you there.
(this moving thing probably won't happen again for a few months now.)
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[22 Mar 2004|03:06pm] |
YES. I command thee to clicketh. Scrolleth down for a bit and find the digital photography gallery. If you'll just take a second to notice that the photo happens to be MINE, that would be great.
Now just mosy on back here and spend some time typing in the following keywords, as they also feature photography by yours truly:
rm, o', 500, pan, mess, dart, BLEK, IMAC, feel, dust, noise, taxis, thing, boots, Sears, shade, choke, clean, Tinsel, makeup, Pearls, skiing, racing, Marked, feather, package, Pressed, vanilla, jewelry, flaking, Hibiscus, lifetime, birthday, dinosaur, footwear, Necklace, Tangerine, Woolworth, Education, permanent, reflecting, microscope, Candlelight
EDIT: Looking through them. It seems the worst of my photos made it into the bunch. Do not judge. I am embarassed. These were taken years ago and forgotten about, piled on a stock site to collect dust, and now there they are. I'll just go and hide and stuff now.
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[22 Mar 2004|06:21am] |
Oh.. oh.. fuck. There.
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[20 Mar 2004|01:01pm] |
So, I feel like I've just eaten every speck of food in the house. Salt&vinegar chips were the highlight.
The Silmarillion is under the young adult section in our town's library?! There's some issues there.
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[17 Mar 2004|06:53am] |
A tragic painting accident occurred with my computer. I'm in the process of picking off the hundreds of red paint specs that were subsiquently splattered all over the screen and keyboard.
We're having a cultural experience in my world studies class today, and I made Easter bread for extra credit points. Stupidly, mom and I didn't exactly realize how big the thing must be as we added the required ten eggs. By the time we were ready to add the flour, we had our biggest bowl out, and it was half full. A little while later I had a mass of dough the size of a chubby newborn spread out on the counter, and we joked that we'd have to cook it in the turkey pan. Then we got a little serious, realizing that, yes, we may need to cook it in the turkey pan.
Thankfully, though, it had to be separated into three parts and cooked. I'll be bringing one, the medium-sized one, into class and keeping the other two monsters. I'll also be doing an abundant amount of yelling at my teacher.
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[11 Mar 2004|09:16pm] |
I was called in because of small problems with my schedule for next year. The classes I really wanted have been obtained (journalism&composition), but both art classes were apparently filled, leaving me with still zero art credits to my name, and needing one to graduate. This year I didn't have room in my schedule, and I don't want to take ceramics next year. So I've been signed up for Psychology, much to my disgust. I can't stand the thought of annyalyzing why people do the things they do. Who the hell cares?
The part I cannot get over, though, is that my principal came to the conclusion that architectural drafting would be in my interests after I told him I'd like to go into writing or graphic design.
I have a month to convince my mom to drive me down to D.C. for the March for Choice. Everyone, start sending her chocolate.
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[08 Mar 2004|06:30pm] |
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Listening to Sigur Ros and reading The Jungle. Doing nothing else. This would be perfect music to dance with a guy to.
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[07 Mar 2004|02:56pm] |
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eunoia is done.
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[06 Mar 2004|09:50am] |
the typewriter cannot be used piano-like in its form. keys collide and build up in junction. their time for meeting, whispering, conspiring, etc. as they wait in small anticipation of use comes to an end, and they press against each other, cool metal in a sudden collision.
below, their white king can be used at will. the user, a vile type of creature in their personal opinion, commands this king, this dealer of death and deletion. creature enjoys power of the white spit coughing onto little black metal fingerprints.
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[28 Feb 2004|09:35am] |
Stealing from rulinian
Step 1: Open your MP3 player.
Step 2: Put all of your music on random.
Step 3: Write down the first fifteen songs it plays, no matter how embarrassing.
Pearl Jam - Bushleaguer
Beck - Loser
Tori Amos - Crucify
Lisa Loeb - Do You Sleep
Pearl Jam - Off He Goes
Nightwish - Dead Boy's Poem
Pink Floyd - Another Brick In The Wall
Guns N Roses - Welcome to the Jungle
John Williams - Cornish Pixies (hp)
Pearl Jam - Red Mosquito
Beauty & Beast - Something There
Dave Matthews Band - Rhyme & Reason
Nirvana - Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge On Seattle
Vertical Horizon - All Of You
Pearl Jam - Don't Gimme No Lip
Am I surprised by the amount of Pearl Jam? No. I have, let's see.. 186 PJ songs, out of 1740 total songs. That's 7.17 GB. 4.7 days long. Coincidentally, I did it a few more times and it landed me with another Pearl Jam and a few Radiohead, which I was surprised to see didn't make the list.
Going to grandma's to give her a computer lesson today, and doing a little clearance shopping if I can find anything. I'm g oing to count up my pennies right now and see if I have $10 for CD Warehouse.
I'll have pictures to post tonight, along with something I wrote that I actually like.
EDIT: My dad is tying his kayak to his truck right now. Yes, he's going kayaking in February in Pennsylvania with his college-aged friends. And he's going skiing tomorrow. Love my dad.
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[27 Feb 2004|03:36pm] |
AIBOHPHOBIA, the fear of palindromes, is a palindrome. And the word lisp has an s in it. It's a cruel world.
I got new face powder and keep opening it to smell it. It's so nice.
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[26 Feb 2004|10:29pm] |
words slime up throat
in their negative state
one two three for one
thought junction thing
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calling my burglars my
boys slightly more. all
muscle brained, they
scatter like a flatterer
caught in a blush.
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black microwave slip a
swanson's.
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their dysnomy
leading to my dichotomy
split me spit me
styrofoamize me by eternity.
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[24 Feb 2004|03:45pm] |
(written last night but was too exhausted to post)
My legs are crossed, sitting above that wasteland of shedded hair and thrown-away clothing called a floor. I'm writing neatly on homework paper, sometimes putting my thumb to my forehead and forcefully relaxing my face. My most recently opened Coca-Cola can is doing its job of waking up my senses, which have been absent for the better part of the day. Elliott Smith is serenading me and plucking strings through my headphones.
I'm expected to jump to the level of a volleyball net tonight continuously, frantically trying to keep a small rubber ball from hitting the ground. It's all so ridiculous, so I don't think about it. Instead I pretend to know everything about it and remain forever aggravated with my mom's lack of knowledge for the sport.
Sidestep: desk contents. Umberto Eco is currently being read, and I have books ready for inspirational use, such as Neruda, Plath, and Lou Reed's lyrics, which reminds me that I need to start printing lyrics to keep in some type of notebook. Lyrics websites never work when I really need them. All my favorites in a book to read at will would be a worthwhile project.
Enough of the real life crap. The internet is my second world, one which I must now pay unnecessary amounts of attention to. Ink for my typewriter has been ordered. I will soon make an attempt to put together a zine called Electroencephalograph. There's a good chance that it will be all my work, only because I don't feel like putting the time into finding good writers. I would like to get a few of my friends to do pieces. After all, they're geniuses and such and cannot be ignored.
Well, Jess, go on. Put on those shorts, that shirt, those socks, those dirty, raggedy shoes. Play some nonsensical volleyball. Here endeth both the flow of crap onto screen and Coca-Cola into mouth.
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[22 Feb 2004|08:55am] |
opening act for Rusted Root, year or two ago.
( surveyCollapse )
Nothing to say. Went to the mall. Got clothing. In Utero for $8. Cleaned desk/semi-cleaned room.
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[19 Feb 2004|06:16am] |
Why won't it snow?
I watched What Dreams May Come for the first time last night, and cried the whole way through it.
Now school, I guess.
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[17 Feb 2004|03:55pm] |
(not the best)
Everything's boring.
Have a lot of homework.
I had $10 on Sunday and went to CD Warehouse. Got the Pearl Jam Live On Two Legs cd for $9, and also saw beside it Riot Act for $9. Grandma gave me another $10 shortly after, and I went back about an hour later to get Riot Act, and poof. Gone. Upsetting.
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[14 Feb 2004|05:56pm] |
Dad took mom and I to the Hollow Tavern for dinner. I continued with my no meat campaign, which has been buzzing in my head for a few months but has really taken great effect this week.
And I had a photo to share, but my FTP isn't working for astronaut again. Anyone want to host me?
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[12 Feb 2004|06:25am] |
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The h & j keys fell off my laptop last night. No matter how much I poke they will not go back on.
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[11 Feb 2004|09:39pm] |
Mom gave me an old book on halftone effects. Every page is filled with pictures of examples for effects, so I'm going satisfyingly and happily crazy cutting everything out for my scrapbook.
Also went to the sales racks in Kaufman's and obtained three shirts.
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[09 Feb 2004|09:48pm] |
There's too much to do for school. I'm planning a mass burning of papers towards the end of the week. Anyone like to join?
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