everybody needs a little devastation !

today i joined greenpeace

2006-09-29T01:11:44Z

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:

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.

oatmeal

2006-08-27T22:43:49Z

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.

firebirds coming down on our homes, SHRRRIEK

2006-08-17T01:19:05Z

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...

[this little guy kind of looks like my dog]

[my mother]

[aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

[view from my backporch]

[this was in a burrito shop]

[this was written on a set of Goodwill pajamas]
[that I did not buy]

[MICHAEL!]

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.

yellow jackets

2006-07-11T23:51:24Z

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.

comfortable shoes

2006-07-07T00:17:49Z

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.

$123 coffee and smoothies

2006-06-30T14:12:47Z

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.

a chance to break our parents' patterns

2006-06-22T02:28:04Z

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.

[Colour Revolt]

[Colour Revolt]

BRAND NEW

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. :)

numbers

2006-06-18T02:47:51Z

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.

so when the birds fly south i'll reach up and hold their tails

2006-06-13T22:49:02Z

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.

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.

montreal you are a pet of mine

2006-06-09T03:26:57Z

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. :]

i'll feed you grass when you're pregnant

2006-06-01T01:32:03Z

behold, the umbrella jesus.

probably the most disgusting baby photo ever.
featuring me.

not so disgusting, 2 years later. :]

my very own grandma, many moons ago.
isn't she fantastic?

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. :]

marshmallow rice squares

2006-05-23T00:36:05Z

IT LEAKS BANANA FRAPUCCINO!

ask me what agitprop is and i'll punch you in the face.
then tell you what it is.

penitent wailer from the sea

2006-05-17T02:24:02Z

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:

(elton john.)

(my blanket's name is georgie. i bought him for $1.)

(this is princess. she's in her wooooshmobile.)

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.

babyshambles is zipped up TYGHT!

2006-05-10T22:37:37Z

I HOPE YOU ALL DID YOUR CIVIC DUTIES TODAY!

too bad nothing rhymes with my name.

ok so this is a run on sentence about how i really can't wait for tomorrow because even though i have like 71trillion tests to make up and school will probably blow massive penis more than it usually does, the afternoon will be filled to the brim with non-blowing fun as the two sweetheart dearie friends in my life and i will attend the most magical coffee shop in town for some smoothie dinner and perhaps i will apply for a job there at the same time which would be pretty crazy because if for some reason the old poot decided to hire me on the spot i would be entitled to make my own smoothies and then i might just have to spit in my friends' smoothies as a sort of initiation into the coffee shop / workerbee angst universe, but they probably wouldn't be my friends anymore if they saw me do it, and when we return to my house we will have a party for the new kitchen and watch brokeback mountain so we can sing along when jake gyllenhaal sings that fantastic cowboy song of his and we just might go to bed very late in the morning but who really gives a fuck because the next morning would be a sociology friday and i'm sure we can survive it because friday afternoon i will be driving alone to wherever i please and i really do hope those of you going to prom have a lovely time, but you must understand i choose not to go because it's not my deal, and i really believe it's a waste of time anyway, and thank you jeremy for letting me borrow your fine point because i need to finish writing that postcard as soon as i can plow through another chapter of gatsby and the gang.

this morning i decided not to get up so i didn't

2006-05-08T20:39:27Z

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.

the red sled and the analytical forest of treasures and kittens

2006-04-30T23:52:33Z

SKA WEEKEND,
mmmm mmmmmmm.

[the carseat on the sidewalk]

[this hobo had the best hat;
only under Gay St.]

[Knoxville IS a pigsti. dayum.]

[the railroad army]

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.

native tongues of travolta

2006-04-24T03:02:12Z

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.

drive my car into a walllllllrus

2006-04-19T19:45:15Z

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!

oh. hey.

2006-04-17T00:25:06Z

Yeah so yesterday was basically one of the best times of my life.

Guess who.

[me with Vin, aka The Stache]

Brand motherfucking New.
That's who. :]

I could die this very moment, and be completely and utterly pleased about it.

i will defend myself.

2006-04-14T01:43:08Z

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.

exitado on the holidays

2006-04-13T02:26:19Z

CHECK OUT MY NEW SALVADOR DALI-INSPIRED LAYOUT! He is simply amazing. And that mustache? Have you ever seen it dance?!??

Also, I wrote a run-on today called "Baby Bunt Cake." I think I'll finish & perfect it tomorrow, then post it tomorrow afternoon with a nice bunt cake picture. :) For now...

Easter egg hunt today had us running the school and crashing through doors. It was amazing, and man oh man has spring break never felt so close.

Saturday = best day in two years.

1:02.03; 04/05/06

2006-04-06T01:39:53Z

Good things:
tea, books, rain, grass, peppermints, ribbons, sweaters, piano, kites, hugs, umbrellas, the windows rolled down.

As true spring advances, I can have all of this. And that excites me. :)

Anty's sister is in the hospital with a plump, googly ball of boy popping out of her! So my friend wasn't in school today, nor was she Monday, and sociology just really hasn't been the same.

But that's given me time to think.

Do I want to be a sociologist? Hmmmmm...

I know I want to write. Whether freelance or permanent occupation, I want to write.

So many fools are prancing around nowadays saying, "Oh I want to move to England!" Little do they know, that was my dream before it was their's, and they are merely getting their hopes up of successfully siezing it from me. Another thing I've discovered about myself -

I'm a travel addict.

I'm also a horrible pen pal.

I think I'm a little paranoid sometimes, but the kind of Salvador Dali paranoia that involves being the drug and not taking them. Sifting through the filing cabinets of my mind, I am able to visit reverie. Coast. Ignore. Pretend.

I do enjoy acting, and will be onstage tomorrow night for the opening of You Can't Take It With You, if you'd like to come see me dance madly in a variety of silly ballet costumes inspired by the 1930s and a Russian man with a sore tooth. Riot.

Meanwhile, our school has become an absolute facist nation of outrageous rules and limitations, even going so far as to spy on our every computer handling and allowing only two visits to the bathrooms a day. And what's more, but my hopes of running for President of student council next year (and the promise of many to vote for me, with Amanda Burnette being my sole competitor), are shot. Because some dumb law keeps anyone from running for such a high position without having been in the SCA prior to election year.

Fuck them all.

I will be reporter instead.

And I will tell the truth about things.

I will report, and I will issue.

For now, I will watch Sleepy Hollow and hope my procrastinated homework decides to complete itself.

PS: Happy birthday Will Gardner!

vegetable genocide

2006-03-30T03:40:54Z

Jeremy and I put some papers around school today. If you see one, you'll know it's from us because they read,

LOVE
MORE
BIBLIOS

Which of course, basically means, "love more libraries." Annnd we feel pretty cool about it, especially because the code to rip off another piece of Deane's valuable interview tape was "PEACE OUT." And oh yeah, that cake was fucking fantastic.

Looking forward to Pixie Stick.
And maybe V for Vendetta.
Annnnd yes, well, I really like reading.

So, book suggestions?
I've plowed through several in the past month, and I feel as if my next adventure should be by recommendation, LEST PLEASE GOD IT BE Everything Is Illuminated. I will buy myself some nice 1-mag glasses when I buy that literary charmer. :) Preferably not the one with Mr. Wood's face strewn boldly across it, though I am very much in love with him and the name that was almost mine.

mauv syndrome

2006-03-28T00:42:19Z

june 20th.
oh, wow.

pocket cupcakes.

2006-03-21T02:04:48Z

Lately my thoughts of college have been brewing inside of me to the point where I've decided on some things and set standards for myself:

1. it has to be somewhere in New England, and if not, definitely at least north of Virginia
2. it has to be a liberal arts college, and if not, at least have a decent English program as well as a strong theatre backbone
3. it should be relatively difficult to get into, semi-Ivy League but not quite as serious academically
4. the people that go there should remind me of myself, but not in manners way too creepy or annoyingly similar
5. the campus has to have trees, lots of trees
6. I don't want to be in a large city, nor do I want to be in the absolute boondox for the coyotes to knaw on my shins while I sleep in my tent outside at night
7. the drive home should be peaceful, not one big ugly strip of highway and compost after another (I will find a comfortably appealing route)
8. I want Anty to come with me
9. I don't want to feel like I'm following any sort of family tradition (i.e. both of my grandparents went to Yale, my cousin went to Bard, etc.)
10. clubs should offer me zoot suits of time to waste when I'm not studying

And while several schools that I've been busy researching meet these criteria, there seems to be one stand-out among them.

Sarah Lawrence.

I won't bother detailing its every exciting positive, nor will I mull through the negatives and drive myself toward slight insanity wondering whether it's a good choice after all. At the moment, it just feels like instinct, and I will spend time checking out this school. Maybe this summer I'll take a visit there, scope things for myself.

a taste:

The Teahaus - a poetry / relaxation stone building
reminds me of a whole DPS thing, very English, very me.

Until then, I thought I had to share with you all the first step in planning for my future outside of what Bedford is becoming. I'll consider myself a success if I could just get out of this town, if I could meet new people and find someone to love me unconditionally, find people that I can stare at with my eyes crossed and know that they'll stare at me back and won't explode into 70 billion little kalleidoscope pieces.

In other news, I've finally decided to motivate myself enough to get started on my magazine. Seriously this time. With a new name and already a full article in just one night, it will only be a matter of time before my words are swimming through the public.

Life excites me.