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[23 Oct 2007|10:45pm] |
See what happens when I leave San Diego? The whole damn city burns down. New York is beautiful. My heart is broken over leaving my loved ones behind. (Un)luckily some of them preferred to leave me behind first.
More later, Livejournal! The computer lab closes in fifteen minutes and I still haven't even checked my myspace!
xoxo
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| Don't read this jargon. |
[12 Oct 2007|08:42pm] |
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I'm suffering from obsession.
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| my last big show before i go... |
[10 Oct 2007|01:34am] |
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[30 Sep 2007|12:40pm] |
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Someday all of you will realize that in actuality... I am the worst person who ever lived.
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[23 Aug 2007|08:18am] |
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It is once again summer, and I feel tan and fit. I've lost ten pounds in the past two months. I'm making money and working really hard.
-Okay, so usually from here I'd go on to some other menial life subject. You know what though, my beautiful little livejournal readers? I have not a single inane aspect to my life. I love my job, and am excited to know that I am going to be doing a job similar to this one for the rest of my entire life.
Goodness, I don't know. I can't even begin to verbalize my truest emotions about work. I just want to keep it all secret. Is that mad? Absolutely bonkers, really. But you guys know me, I suppose I'm the biggest coo-coo clock of them all. Big Ben of coo-coos.
I'll start there then. Chefs are like pirates. I've said this to so many people aloud that it feels redundant to type it... My best friend at work is a 29 year old dude named Kevin. He has red hair (SURPRISE! I don't know why I get off so well with redheads) and he fucking looks like a viking. He used to smoke more than anyone in the whole place, but he just "quit" and now he only smokes cloves (more than anyone in the whole place.) He's a sous chef and he's just... pirate-y. I could go on and describe every pirate in the place but I'll just generalize. They're all dudes. Literally, I'm the only girl. They all work really hard, smoke a lot of cigarettes and laugh really loud. 90% are assholes... Bah. Maybe I'll share more of my coo-coo secrets later.
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[07 Jul 2007|01:37pm] |
Happy 777!
I figure since I got all exicted for 666 last year, might as well...
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| Ally, I found your halloween costume for the second night |
[01 Jul 2007|02:03pm] |
I think Wizards are scary enough
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| HUGE UPDATE! |
[26 Jun 2007|01:44pm] |
My dear livejournal audience:
I do realize that I have been rather boring these passed few months or so, therefore I am going to tell you everything I've been doing since summer! (Not quite a few months, but c'mon people! I smoke pot! I can't remember that far back.) Without further adeu... ( my summer )
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[20 Jun 2007|09:48am] |
( Read more... )
That line reminds me of a poem...
Style
Style is the answer to everything.
Fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous day.
To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without style.
To do a dangerous thing with style, is what I call art.
Bullfighting can be an art.
Boxing can be an art.
Loving can be an art.
Opening a can of sardines can be an art.
Not many have style.
Not many can keep style.
I have seen dogs with more style than men.
Although not many dogs have style.
Cats have it with abundance.
When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a shotgun, that was style.
For sometimes people give you style.
Joan of Arc had style.
John the Baptist.
Jesus.
Socrates.
Caesar.
García Lorca.
I have met men in jail with style.
I have met more men in jail with style than men out of jail.
Style is a difference, a way of doing, a way of being done.
Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water, or you, walking
out of the bathroom without seeing me.
Nothing could sum my feelings up better.
I'm devastated that all the respect that I had for a person for their "style" has been depleted because of a sickly realization that it was all a facade.
The other never really had much style to begin with. HA!
And yet, I'm still purple inside. I've never felt better. I'm cutting out a tumor. It's been taking too much out of me. Tumors never give anything back. Perhaps a life lesson or two, but mine has not left me so lucky. This is the first lesson it's taught me.
Depressing.
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[25 Apr 2007|09:12pm] |
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HURRY UP NEW YORK! WHERE ARE YOU?
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[23 Apr 2007|11:07am] |
Go to IMDB.com and look up 10 of your favorite movies.
Post three official IMDB "Plot Keywords" for these 10 picks.
Have your friends guess the movie titles.
1. Fictionalized Version Of Real City, Rats, Reconciliation
2. Wheelchair, Powdered Wig, Vienna Austria
3. Bookstore, Urination Scene, Anti Semitism
4. Famous Score, Heroine, It Was All A Dream
5. Hatchet, Snow, Ancient Burial Ground
6. Princess Heroine, Kiss, Black Magic
7. Champagne, Annulment, Cat
8. Dysfunctional Family, Trilogy, Cosa Nostra
9. King, Jeri Curl Hairstyle, Queens New York
10. Testicle, Solar Eclipse, Jungle
Most of my movies are set in new york, how suiting!
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[16 Apr 2007|02:35pm] |
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well, isn't my life entertaining?
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[26 Feb 2007|05:54pm] |
Cold weather makes me so lazy! I've been way into naps and HBO lately... I wish that I lived in an old home with a big stone fireplace and an old gas grill to make tea. I believe that I was born in the wrong decade. I wish I grew up in the 70's. Or 20's. Minus the racism... Who am I kidding? I'm sitting here on livejournal right now... I'd probably be bored. Or even MORE weird! IMAGINE!!! oh goodness
I've lost all touch with my inner thoughts, it's all gurgling out into my fingertips and it's so odd. I don't spend much time thinking about myself anymore. I need to be more reflective. I don't spend much time talking to anyone about anything slightly above menial, either. I don't know how to express MYSELF to others. I can explain the three different types of volcanoes and why they errupt differently (ask me about it anytime) yet I cannot for my life talk to anyone about what's happening with me and Joshua Jackson. What an odd and beautiful relationship.
I'm going to start trying to post more! I PROMISE! I need to as much for myself as for your entertainment.
( and now, for your viewing pleasure )
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[24 Feb 2007|09:40pm] |
has anyone heard of the "new weird america" movement? according to last.fm, that's my favorite genre of music but i've never even heard of it!
p.s. my life is weird. kbai
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[16 Feb 2007|01:56pm] |
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so we've decided to "take a break." whatever that means. i'm okay today. maybe i'm in denial, but i'd like to hope that i'd be more upset than this after a one year relationship. and i lied, i do have friends! loads of great friends! i'm going out to get lunch now, and i'm fucking starving.
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| I thought I'd refresh your memories... |
[05 Feb 2007|08:14pm] |
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Not that any of you could forget a gorgeous face like mine.
( Read more... )
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[04 Jan 2007|06:44pm] |
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Oh, dear livejournal! How I've been neglecting thee! Too much has happened to give a solid synopsis. New Year's was glorious... next year will have to work hard to beat it. Christmas was also fantastic. I have much more to say, only no drive to say it. Maybe next post will be more interesting. Oh, I also lost my camera. Sorry, guys.
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[14 Dec 2006|10:20pm] |
Things with Josh are getting really bad. I don't know what to do about it. I wish that I could talk to someone about things. Someone who knows him better than they know me, so I could get some sort of insight into why he acts this way. He keeps saying he wants to work hard and set things straight with his life, yet everytime he gets close I think he's too scared to do it. He has romantic ideas about some hip, obscure, indie life and I know he's better than that.
I've been dating him for a year, yet I feel as though he will never really be who I think he is.
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