| today i joined greenpeace |
[Thursday
September 28th, 2006
9:04pm] |
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"Coughing Colors" : Tilly and the Wall |
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I'M GOING!
I'M GOING!
No more of these silly pills. I've been young with this name. And it makes me a little embarrassed sometimes, since now I'm post-young/pre-old.
If you want to find me, it might be smart to check here:
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) p_umpkinsoup
(Yeah yeah, let's play hideandseek together till our words fall out like nails from wet makeshift carpentry).
Pretty love, don't worry!
I've got some great new ideas.
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[Sunday
August 27th, 2006
6:03pm] |
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"Theseus" : Patrick Wolf |
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I now have my very own Tournee du Chat Noir de Rodolphe Salis. :)
And I have my Patrick Wolf and my ice water, and I'd like to think that while things certainly could be better, I'm feeling pretty alright. With tomorrow being the first day of school and all, I wonder whether or not my flowery handmade tote will suffice to carry the books that we never read anyway. But. It doesn't bother me. Steve, however, does.
Friday I met a man named Eugene and his wife, from Long Island. He's inspired me to persue all that is Jack Kerouac and Joseph Campbell, write poetry even if I've nothing to write it with, and to follow everything magical that my insides secretly love so that someday I can live peacefully and magically on the white cliffs of northeastern England and watch the blurry grey clouds stumble around me. And like some wonderful pixie-presence, novelistic Eugene disappeared with a stride and a closing of the cafe door that meant wisdom and likewise respect, leaving me feeling hopeful and sound.
My birthday is coming up: I'd like a tambourine.
A bike, also. I need a bike. Just a thin rail of a Schwinn with no fancy mountain features, enough to pedal up and down campus and beyond.
Watch everyone tomorrow. They'll act new and excited, new like their orange Abercrombie and excited like their teenage libidos. I fancy watching the fakeness of it all, fancy make-believing who they'll be like and who they'll have to act for a decade from now, and especially, fancy how loud everything is but how quiet it will suddenly turn. Foreign exchange students delight me, I hope to meet some lovely ones.
Oh, but I've already met Ricardo! :) I made him a scrumptious strawberry smoothie and later he asked my boss about my age. Hah. Well well.
Speaking of boss, The Return of Taco Bell aka Bedford Taco Bell Pt. Two makes its official public debut tomorrow, and I've already made plans to host a 7layer vegetarian burrito for post-learning feast. Maybe.
We are ingredients of the industry.
And I will find my white cliffs.
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| firebirds coming down on our homes, SHRRRIEK |
[Wednesday
August 16th, 2006
6:49pm] |
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"Souveniers" : Patrick Wolf |
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Salutations, my summer spiders. :]
In short, this is where I've been for the past few weeks, absent from routine and from order, in photographic summary...
( beauty in season! and more and more )
It may appear by the pictures alone that I might be obsessed with dinosaurs, but that I am not. Indiana is. Plus, trexis was the sadly common disease shared by every tyrannesaurus rex that ever existed, which meant that their little arms were humiliatingly disproportioned to the rest of their sewage-monster body, making it quite difficult for them to do lovely things like pick black berries or knit a rainbow scarf.
Look! I now own FOURRR Patrick Wolf albums, thanks very much to Luna Music in Bloomington. And that's basically all I've been listening to all summer, if you wanted to know. And a little Ted Leo here and there.
Mr. Wolf himself,
thinking in a field so green...
BABY PIANO
That caption was a haiku!
Oh and I can feel myself growing plump like a winter chipmunk around the stomach, because Jeremy and I went for a pancake supper, except for the fact that where we went only had waffles. So we pretended it's a Blue Ridge tradition to have mountainous pancakes with ridges and valleys, forgot that they were waffles at all, and threw syrup about joyfully while attempting a game of Scrabble. The toast wasn't bad either, and I had some strawberry jam ready to go in my totebag, making it one of the most silly meals of my life.
Annnnnd I've read two Jack Kerouac books in the last week: On the Road and The Dharma Bums. I liked Bums a lot more, but I'm not Buddhist or anything. Charlotte, my creative-writing-II-teacher-to-be is my little library for all things Beat Generation. Which brings me to my class schedule:
12th grade, glory be.
[A-DAY]
01. Adv. Comp (Creative Writing II); Frazer
02. AP Spanish V; Hodges
03. AP Calculus; Steele
04. AP English Literature; Hollingsworth
[B-DAY]
01. Practical Law; ?
02. Physics II; Steele
03. AP Calculus; Steele
04. AP Government; Ferris
Exciting, eh? I wanted to take Theatre IV and Physcology, but my AP classes prevented them from flowing with the rest of my schedule. :[ Sorry Deane-o.
This year I hope to found the debate team and the poetry club, as well as keep my position as president of the drama club, and member of the National Honor Society. If Sarah Lawrence won't have me, I don't know what I'll do.
But right now, all that's on my mind is how much I'm looking forward to next summer's adventures in England Land. Gosh. It thrills me, it really does. I've been saving for it, my "London Fund." It's up to nearly $400. :]
And now I'm gone again, this time for a foreign film by the name of Maria Full of Grace. Hooray.
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[Tuesday
July 11th, 2006
7:45pm] |
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i absolutely hate it when everything is lovely and then you realize just how shallow the world is. in particular, just how shallow some people can be. and how, when you have all hope for somebody and admire them for just how magical they are, you discover an entirely different piece of them that doesn't seem so attractive anymore, and you've suddenly lost yourself in a not-so-deep pessimistic divide while you wonder the impossibilities of compatibility.
also, a very large part of my life is about to happen.
i am excited, and at the same time, disappointed.
lonely.
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[Thursday
July 6th, 2006
7:13pm] |
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I've just recently received an introduction booklet from Yale and emails from Columbia. While it would be sweet as fuck to attend Yale, thereby continuing a family trend that would please my grandfather greatly, I'd actually rather go to Columbia... maybe? And above all, I prefer the intimacy of Sarah Lawrence.
Goddamn you, college.
Meanwhile, my slave labor at the lovely Cup-a-Joe is a fantastic way to spend my summer. My poor little heart winces with the day's first sip of caffeine, but ohhhh how I do love mochas. And chai tea with cinnamon. And espressos. And peppermint patty iced lattes. And smoothies, holy hell! The ginger biscotti is pretty wonderful as well.... mmm, mmmm.
Anty has applied at Goodwill and Jeremy has sold his soul to Taco Bell, which means pretty soon the three of us will monopolize everything fun in Bedford. Which also means that by the end of the summer we will be so tired of what we do that Bedford will have nothing fun for us, and we'll have to go pitchforking our way up some snowcapped mock-Nebraska slope just to take a few shitty amateur National Geographic snaps, have a bread-and-rice-cakes picnic, clap our hands, and slide back down on the tough part of our heels, just to have a bit of entertainment in our lives. Sadly, the closest we can get to doing just that is a trip to Pedit's Gap at 5am Saturday morning.
Also, Pirates of the Caribbean 2 opens midnight tonight, and while we very much wanted to attend in full pirate garb (though not ravenous fans of the film), we cannot, so tomorrow evening will do just fine.
Aside from current events of my not-so-drab yet not-nearly-as-exciting-as-my-brother's-girlfriend's-adventures-in-Australia-and-New-Zealand summer, it's been a while since I've made a really great cd purchase. Any suggestions? How is the We Are Scientists album, I'm curious?
GOGGLES!
The aforementioned hooligans and I are in the process of making a movie called, "The Chink Baby." It's fucking hilarious.
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| $123 coffee and smoothies |
[Friday
June 30th, 2006
9:46am] |
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"Track 11" : The Matches |
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i have named my car delilah!
six days since my conversation with jesse lacey. :]
nacho libre tonight.
i'll pack things in my goodwill suitcase, including my goodwill watch that was broken when i found it so i didn't pay for it and the little lady in the wheelchair didn't care anyway because she sits outside and smokes herself silly.
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| a chance to break our parents' patterns |
[Wednesday
June 21st, 2006
9:23pm] |
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Monday I went to New Jersey to see the best band in all of the black matter that makes up the universe (Brand New, of course).
Why New Jersey, you ask, when they're going to play a show in VA Beach in 2 days? BECAUSE I'M AN ABSOLUTE LUNATIC. And it was the first date announced for the summer tour, so naturally I skipped class to buy tickets and I'm glad I did because it sold out in 5 minutes, and well, come on, it's New Jersey. Why wouldn't you want to go to New Jersey for a concert?
Besides the obvious. OK, it smells there. Badly. And yeah, a lot of the people are total jerks. And yeah, it's ugly as bumfuck compared to the nice trees and mountains around us here. But you know, when it's Brand New we're talking about, it was fucking worth it.
( so much more where that came from )
When we were about to leave, the truck wouldn't start so we had to go somewhere else to get a completely different mean of transportation; we couldn't find a place that was willing to convert change into cash; Wal Mart's apple selection was the shittiest apple selection ever but we had no choice; MapQuest's directions were hilarious, as usual; as were the employees at a truck stop, who had never in their lives heard or could identify relish; we passed a truck whose back was overflowing (literally) with bicycle wheels, and a guy on a motorcycle whose asscrack decided to peek out behind the rolls of obesity and dangle over the seat for all the highway to see and take pictures of; getting lost never felt so much fun; one guy wished us luck; the hotel lobby walls were nothing but mirrors; our hotel manager was a terrible depth perceptionist; furniture stores and Dunkin Donuts; BADGES!; the boy with his feet out the window; and a roadie with a very sad case of Pathelogical Liar's syndrome.
But we waited in line for 7 hours with our coloring books and rock paper scissors deathmatches, and when the time came for the doors to open, we would have been the very first in if it wasn't for the damned souls that paid just a few dollars more for Star Parking. Dicks.
I have seen Rory. He is wonderful. :)
We rushed to the crowd, because it was more important than merch indeed, and well. Who am I to judge the show? I would, yes yes I would, but it would take me a very long time to conclude just how incredible Brand New were for the third time I've seen them. The set list was as follows:
Tautou
Yeah
Jaws Theme Swimming
Okay I Believe You But My Tommy Gun Don't
The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows
Untitled 6 (Mamas)
I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light
Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot
Shower Scene
Me vs Maradonna vs Elvis
The No Seatbelt Song
Soco Amaretto Lime
Untitled 7 (Forks and Knives)
Sic Transit Gloria... Glory Fades
Seventy times 7
Play Crack the Sky
Which, basically, if you're a Brand New fan, is like super sweet Eskimo technology in corduroy pants. It's just that good.
Now, something that might tickle a little to hear... Well, someone screamed "WE MISSED YOU!" and Jesse had no hesitation in screaming right back, "WE MISSED YOU TOO!" which was pretty fucking special. And after the whole "This is the best welcome-back venue ever" thing, Jesse also gladly announced,
"So we finished recording our new record last night."
I don't remember whether I peed my pants or not. :) They're incredible. Flawless. Magical.
The crowdsurfers must have been wearing kleetes. I have a welt on my head from them. But it's a nice, friendly welt, I assure you. Though a lot of the crowd was made up of a bunch of assholey local weirdos...
I met a really nice guy and his friend who drove all the way from Michigan! And yeah, Virginia is about an 8+ hour drive, but wow. Pretty impressive. And he's in a band, which I have yet to check out, but because they were so friendly, I'm sure they have some decent talent as far as their music goes. :) That was the guy that had his feet dangling from the car window. Actually, I met plenty of nice people. But the bad ones seem to stand out.
Fuck merch. It was chaos in the little room, so I left after having waited several minutes just to find out that no sizes were left and the posters, that I didn't know about, were sold out too. BUMMER EXTREME.
But you know... I will be seeing Brand New again on Saturday. This time in Charlotte, North Carolina. So this isn't the last of me, you angry people who skip over my posts in your friends pages! GUAHHAH. By the way, it'd be nice if you replied every once and a while. I do make these entries for a reason. Ahem.
And oh yeah, I have a few sound recordings as well, but I'll wait until I get some from Charlotte too and I'll just post those all at once. If you want them badly enough, that is...
If you are already a fan of Brand New, I salute you.
For those of you that aren't, I pity.
So far, my summer has been immaculate. :)
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[Saturday
June 17th, 2006
10:30pm] |
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"Godrevy" : Patrick Wolf |
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Today I learned that everything is in fact illuminated, but it takes time for some things to obtain a visible glow, as it takes time for one to develop tolerance for its brightness and the standard of which things obey a limit to brightness. And really, there are no limits, just boring ideas. And really, there are no boring ideas, just repeated ideas. And really, there are no repeated ideas, just shared thoughts; and shared thoughts are our means of compromise and cooperation.
We do not understand each other. Nobody does. We all live only to impress ourselves and perform for how we think it will please us. Things that are good and things that are bad are just things with bland adjectives assigned to them, and we waste time trying to measure the right adjectives for what we do, when we could be doing so much more.
Yet everyone is different and everyone is a gypsy in their own life. We think we're searching when really we're just attempting to satisfy a void. When something is found we're not actually fulfilled nor are we content, as we pursue impossibility. Like infinity we grow with time until time doesn't exist and speeds are immeasurable and words cannot be pronounced or comprehended any more than they can be invented.
All we need is a night sky and an imaginary friend residing somewhere behind it to intimidate us and prevent us from finding what is impossible. The only burdensome wall between determination and possibility is imagination. When at the same time, imagination is what makes impossible things reality.
And when I fall asleep, I don't have to worry about any of it because I never truly worry anyway. I am not content, and I am not sad. I am learning how to build myself around whatever tries to wreck me.
Like boats we paddle blindly on waves that refuse to be malleable to our oars, and we are never really achieving anything except what we think is direction.
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[Tuesday
June 13th, 2006
6:07pm] |
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i was awoken the first time by gunshots. two of them. aggrivated, i stuffed my face deep below my pillow and managed somehow to fall back asleep.
not but an hour later, the phone rang. twice. nearly blacking out on the steps running to pick it up, you can imagine my pissy, hoarse, post-sleep voice as i said hello. and the only thing the other voice said was, "chelsea get in the little white truck and come pick me up at bryant's store." "...ok.." it was my stepdad.
fumbling to put on a pair of fantastically dirty jeans and a tshirt from goodwill that hasn't been washed yet since its purchase, i put some coffee on while i brushed my teeth and slumped busily around the house. shoes without socks. just as i was trudging through the door the phone rang again, and it was the same drab caller. "the driveway past bryant's. i'll be on the side of the road." his mysterious way of keeping me completely fucking confused was not amusing, and so i drove slowly.
of course, when i peaked the hill at bryant's, i saw the motherfucker.
WITH MY CAR.
i just fucking got this car YESTERDAY. i haven't even driven it yet because i don't know how to drive a stick shift yet and because it didn't pass inspection due to one faulty tire. ONE. apparently this dick drove it away into the slums this morning and put four new tires on it for my "birthday present." and apparently on the way back home the clutch broke, and thus the sitting duck and his toothpick addiction. the clutch broke? it fucking BROKE?! then how did my mother and i get it from harrisburg to big island? and why was he out driving it anyway? it's MY CAR. MINE. yet he still demands that he be the one to teach me how to drive it.
so we drag the poor blueberry to the strip of gravel in front of bryant's, and he is suddenly adimate about going to overstreet's garage in bedford to calculate the cost of getting an entirely new clutch. curious? $501.95 AWESOME.
i bet he expects me to pay, too. coincidentally, i have a job interview tomorrow. thanks, pops.
i revoke the fact that i just referred to him as "pops," when clearly, he is not nor ever will be an honest father figure to me. fucking bullshit.
by the time the overstreet mechanic family handed us the nice little paper that translates to "YOU'RE FUCKED" in numbers, it was nearing lunch, and i had not had breakfast. so considerate mr. steve takes me to southern states to show me how to order horse feed in case i ever have to pick some up for him. does that make any sense.
food lion was the last excursion, just for fun. and i twitched like a smoker for a pack of gum, gnawing on it viciously while i drove home.
motivated not just by the completely ridiculous morning adventures but the absolutely horrid condition of my room, i decided to clean it. enter obsessive compulsive disorder and patrick wolf my new woodland friend. hours later, i had done more than just clean. i had labelled and foldered every scrap, every paper, and every keepable schoolwork piece of shit into my filing cabinet, shoeboxed old cds and 37 decks of cards, seperated fat sharpies from skinny sharpies and black pens from pencils from colored pens, stacked magazines in tuberware boxes in order of their pressing, strung beaded necklaces around the fuzzy wuzzy neck of a freaky wind-up teddy bear, and even propped a pink plastic magic wand that i stole from a yard sale in the exact perfect spot on the window above my bed so that the air conditioner blows its shiny plastic strings in colorful dancing fashion allowing them to hover in a dangled mess and thereby releasing the magic wand's true plastic beauty while i sleep.
no longer in such a crappy mood and actually quite pleased with my accomplishments, i was beginning to have a wonderful time listening to my dearly beloved patty wolf play his gothic romantic peter pan music with an english accent...
when mr. joe aka craig from cup a joe called. i have an interview tomorrow! it sounds promising. and soon i can take patty's sounds with me on the halfhour drive to free smoothies, coffee, and muffins. then i'll have money, and then i'll have fun. sad but true.
tomorrow sounds lovely. first i'll be visiting the school to cap off some questions for the newspaper article i'm writing, then to the interview, thennn the best fucking cats in the world and i are to spend the afternoon doing who knows what with water balloons and ice cream. i'm very excited. (by the way cornelius, i have no money - perhaps we could find a dollar theatre? OH and let's pack a picnic, eh?)
these days entries just feel naked without pictures. so. here.
( two more )
i think tonight i'll try and overdose with my reading in a tree grows in brooklyn. it's a wonderful book, but it's taking forever and i would like to start some jonathan safran foer one of these days.
rice with chinese snow peas was my dinner, and it was glorious.
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| montreal you are a pet of mine |
[Thursday
June 8th, 2006
10:52pm] |
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"Halo the Harpoons" : The Stills |
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well. the end of the school year at last.
and so a present for you all:
The Stills - Oh Shoplifter
it is a most wonderous song that i feel you all should get to know, and sing along with, and one day we can have a big shoplifter party.
what's more to say about the finish of 11th grade than that i look forward to summer? yes, i have to get a job, no i don't know where yet. but i have a feeling the only reason i look forward to summer is because 12th grade begins at the end of it. and with 12th grade, comes ap literature. which, call me a twit, i am fascinated by already.
oh yeah, and about the whole romantic side of me... bears. have absolutely never been sweeter. :]
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[Wednesday
May 31st, 2006
9:31pm] |
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behold, the umbrella jesus.
( more than just jesus... )
so guess what, i love the stills with all my heart.
and learning about nuclear power plants.
and finishing gatsby but still thinking he's a prick.
and shaun of the fucking dead.
and postcards, lots of postcards.
and kidnapping followed by a nice hot smoothie.
i mean cold.
and getting to dress like a flapper for a grade.
and using the library telephone just to hear ashley's grandpa speak on the other end.
next journal entry, i have a present for you all. :]
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[Monday
May 22nd, 2006
7:43pm] |
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"Fair" : Remy Zero |
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IT LEAKS BANANA FRAPUCCINO!
ask me what agitprop is and i'll punch you in the face.
then tell you what it is.
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[Tuesday
May 16th, 2006
9:36pm] |
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"from my own true love" : the decemberists |
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i got a fucking perfect score on my english SOL. 600/600, FACE.
new layout!
annnd, american dreamz is officially the funniest movie i've ever seen. i plan to see it again next friday, so all of you should come with me. i mean it. (yes cornelius i know you've seen it already: CONGRATULATIONS OMAR! ahaha).
friday i skipped school and got kicked out of the mall for putting up these:
haha. (we were then of course followed around by an old asian man with a fart machine in his pocket, who laughed with a certain strangling damp hack and spoke probably six words of english.)
and in case you want more from the past couple of weeks:
( take a gander at these puppies... )
so. the moz and i are going to buy two cheap copies of the da vinci code tomorrow and have a race to see who can read it first, then the first to finish will pay for the other's ticket when we go see the movie. :) it should be fun.
ah, what else.
levi i need your address. comment with it puhleazeeee.
my weekends are so nice. i wish i could live in them. they are filled with incredible color and taste and laughing so hard the car shakes, and when sunday night toles its nasty bells i become very depressed, because then the week has to linger until my next lovely friday night.
this friday is the talent show - i'm excited!
and saturday - to greensboro!
last night i had a dream that i was going to italy with a bunch of wonderful people.
oh and i've finally had the green apple smoothie, and it was divine and i didn't want it to end but it did. so i went home and sliced an apple and dipped it in caramel, just to piss off my cravings.
i hate what we're doing in math analysis right now because "the nth degree" is what constantly streams in my head.
i need a monopoly party. you're all invited.
i missed my aunt's 60th birthday, and that kind of sucked.
the weathermen sure are getting attention this week, what with new england drowning and all.
ok. i think i'll go read something.
edit: FLA, GO FUCK YOURSELF. DAVINCI CODE PROTESTORS, GO FUCK THE FLA.
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[Monday
May 8th, 2006
4:30pm] |
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"swallowed in the sea" : coldplay |
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i think about england every day.
i need to get out.
but in the mean time,
i'm really enjoying the great gatsby.
and smoothies.
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| the red sled and the analytical forest of treasures and kittens |
[Sunday
April 30th, 2006
7:10pm] |
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"New England" : Big D & The Kids Table |
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SKA WEEKEND,
mmmm mmmmmmm.
( I highfived Dave. )
Ok, let's see:
touch the brick
Marla and Mom
tickle fights
Eli the Barrow Boy
floor quesadilla
Swedish animals
little Asian boy
hats
explodable coffee
cheap fireworks
hobo man
Gay St.
railroad punk army
Jump Up records buttons
antique store postcards
instrumentals
cafe dance machine
games with the ball
games with the battery
in the face
pizza mistake
caution in the bathroom!
cheers from Chicago
guy with hair
confetti
muffins!
don't wake Chelsea
rocking chair sociology
stolen Pringles
stolen kiddy pool
repetitive beach music
pee and coffee
poor dead Marla
Yeah-yuh.
Ugh and AP exam tomorrow morning. The other extreme.
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[Sunday
April 23rd, 2006
11:00pm] |
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The family gathering today meant that I spent my time out on the roof, hiding from… well… the family gathering.
I ate a bowl of truly wonderful grapes, and the wind blew. So I tossed helicopter buds in the air and watched them float to the party below.
And I learned a lot about Washington Irving.
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| drive my car into a walllllllrus |
[Wednesday
April 19th, 2006
2:49pm] |
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"Shattered" : Saves the Day |
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For the good of my magazine, tell me what you think about MySpace. Anything. Good and bad.
Then join my little maggy's community. :]
When you are there, we can party with words and ideas, and soon a printed version of our collaborative masterpiece will be available to sillies like us everywhere.
Click the picture to enter Le_Blot!
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| oh. hey. |
[Sunday
April 16th, 2006
8:19pm] |
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"Eulogy" : Saves the Day |
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Yeah so yesterday was basically one of the best times of my life.
Guess who.
( more... )
I could die this very moment, and be completely and utterly pleased about it.
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[Thursday
April 13th, 2006
9:35pm] |
everyone's taking everything they can
everything they can
everything they can
everyone's taking everything they can
everything they can
everything they can
there doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me.
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