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[21 Nov 2007|01:33am] |
My current lifestyle consists of the following and nothing but the following:
Food. Sleep. Casio Beats. Drone rock. Make-up.
It has been brought to my attention that my life is not interesting enough to get over Lloyd. Maybe tomorrow I'll attempt to be interesting again.
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| Hello again. |
[11 Nov 2007|08:36pm] |
I'm back. I was tempted to move my writing over to something a little trendier, but I can't deny my love for livejournal.
I stopped writing in this thing after I moved in with Lloyd and am starting again after I moved out. I'm not sure what the relevance between having a boyfriend and having a livejournal is, but apparently there is one. And as far as the break up thing goes, I haven't really talked about it with people much so I'm not going to start spilling my guts on it here. To whomever still reading this: feel relieved.
Ugh, I was totally going to write a good, thorough post, and then I found out that there's a new Diggnation podcast and that Kevin got a haircut. That takes priority over all internerd-related tasks. More to come soon; promise.
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| LAX + SFO + RDU. |
[11 Apr 2006|12:20am] |
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California was wonderful, as usual. Lots of parties, hanging with people, catching up with my brother/friends, shopping, stalking out international libraries and hookah bars, etc. It was a short trip, but the ability to come home to a beyond the average level of fabulous boy made me not mind at all.
We proceeded to spend the rest of the week swearing off 99% of our agendas to basically lay around in bed together for about (5 x 24 = ) 120 hours. At some point we've semi-returned to normalcy.. just in time to spend a long weekend together in Asheville for Wolf Parade and more immobilized-in-bed sessions.
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[13 Mar 2006|06:03pm] |
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Updates. My memory is terrible and a few events no longer interest me. But as of late...
The Mogwai show with Michael, Cody and others. This is where I realized that I can't smoke half a pack of cigarettes before such intense shows. I already freak out and cry and hyperventilate and lose my breath; I need as much lung capacity as I can. Afterward we went to grub out on some southern food, where I got a text message that read, "Oh, the irony in playing 'R U Still In 2 It." Ugh.
Hang time with a recent pretty choice boy. I don't feel like elaborating too much, but he's pretty cute and doesn't think I'm 14 or an embarrassment in his life, which is refreshing.
Shopping trips with Will. Thrift stores around Chapel Hill last week, and then a total destruction of the Charlotte malls yesterday. We both find immense pleasure in the guilt of Urban Outfitters. Our credit cards, however, do not. It really does go against every moral of my proper clothing construction mindset, though. Hah.
I don't feel like writing more. I'll post pictures instead.
( &%#! )
Carlos is in my kitchen cooking my dinner, and it seems to be about ready. So.. more later!
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[25 Feb 2006|04:12pm] |
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Jens Lekman - "Another Sweet Summer's Night On Hammer Hill" |
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My soul mate also hates condiments and loves The Streets.
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[15 Feb 2006|01:31am] |
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I like a boy who likes moustaches.
At this point in time, I can't stop smiling. However, this concupiscence* may decrease rapidly if certain WT actions are followed through..
(* This is today's dictionary.com word of the day. Look it up if you aren't cool enough to get this shit sent to your email.)
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| "If I could have a second skin, I'd probably dress up in you." |
[08 Feb 2006|12:06am] |
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As many of you may know, my New Year's Resolution was to refrain from listening to leaked music. Obvious reasons for this being to be able to get back to a life of high anticipations for new releases - WHEN THEY ARE ACTUALLY RELEASED. Rushing to the record store to pick it up, popping it in asap, going crazy, etc. Also, not stressing about whether or not those spaces between the songs, or that unique sounding recording is intentional or not.. uh huh.. fuck it.
With that being said, I picked up the new Belle & Sebastian this afternoon, followed the standard "new release" routines.. and it's a wonderful feeling. The best I've felt in a while, at least from music.
Combine that with a few hours at the gym, and I almost don't care about the bitches at my school who can't drive, the sleep deprivation, or the nonexistence of cigarettes in my life.
And now for the story of the day:
So I guess there is a band called "Wow, Owls!" who are playing a show here on Friday. This afternoon I was quickly skimming my LJ friends page when I noticed something that said, "Wow, Owls! show." Which translated into my incredibly exhausted brain as something like, "Wow! Owls.. are, for some fucking insane reason, back to together.. playing a show.. in North Carolina!!!" So for about 3-4 minutes I'm freaking out, shaking uncontrollably, trying to call someone in Chicago about this.
I was honestly two seconds away from a total meltdown, when I decided that I should go back to read the rest of the post... where at that point, it became apparent there was not the slightest Tim Kinsella connection what-so-ever. And ugh. Complete excitement/insanity to complete let down/humility in five minute time span.
Anyway, if you want the more exciting story of my day involving gross cars and gross girls, feel free to contact me privately.
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[04 Feb 2006|05:01am] |
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I have this theory that aspects of my life are intentionally altered through very minimal manipulations until the desired change is reached. I'm convinced that this method of minute exploitations is everywhere in my life, and it sort of creeps me out.
Blame it on paranoia or my love for books on media brainwashing, but whatever.
I was aware of this concept even when I was really little. I used to always sleep with my mom at night, but I had this obsession with finding the perfect position to sleep in. I rolled around constantly until I was bitched at for not being able to remain still. At that point, I would get the idea that if every few seconds I just made a really slight movement, eventually I would be able to change to an entirely different position without my mom being aware that I was, in fact, moving around.
And you know, obviously if a little kid can conceptualize this, anyone can. The media can. Philip Morris can. Etc.
Philip Morris began putting recessed filters on their Parliaments because they thought it was healthier. It was later discovered that it's not healthier at all, and even potentially more harmful. Now myself, along with most P-funk consumers, I'm sure, are all about the recessed. They really can't just change all the filters, though. But what I've noticed recently is that my packs of cigarettes will have just a few non-recessed filters here and there. And, contrary to popular belief, I'm totally set on a theory that this company is trying to make Parliaments non-recessed, one cigarette at a time.
Same theory applies to Dictionary.com sending me the same word of the day two days in a row, every once in a while. The fuckers.
Anyway, this is just something I've been thinking about lately and have been trying to become more aware of. It's probably all in my silly fucking head, but even just the act of questioning these things makes me feel less oblivious to the psychological control so many things can have over a person.
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| News. |
[18 Jan 2006|06:00pm] |
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Mark Morrison - "Return of the Mack" |
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The book, American Hardcore, has recently been made into a film. For lack of better wording, I am stoked.
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[17 Jan 2006|09:53pm] |
I need to get back into the mode of writing in here more often. It seems insignificant at the time, but it would be nice to have something to help aid my memory on things. There's about 39,209,365 shows that I've been to this year that I wish I would have documented, in particular.
Last night I had a dream that I was asleep and spooning with a boy. I could feel his heartbeat on my back, but it was the beat of one of those oldschool Casio keyboards instead of a heart beat. It was pretty cool. And on this note, first time hang sesssions with someone that consists of simply sleeping from 8am until noon are pretty cool, too. And definitely a first.
I may or may not be in Chicago this weekend. It's not a good time for me to go at all, but I fear if I don't go this weekend, it won't be another couple months before I get the chance to go. My next break will be spent in California visiting my brother and my all time favorite crew.
Ohh yeah! Tony came in to visit a couple weeks ago. It was incredibly nice having him back. I could sit around for hours on end talking with him, discussing philosophy, hearing about his new life, and listening to him play guitar. We hit up a ton of restaurants, bars, parties, and various other events.. and it was as if there was never even a time gap between us. On his last night, we hung around Carlos' with the Pisco Sours, food, house music, and dancing. Keri and I stayed up until 6am to see Tony off the to the airport. After he left, we still weren't tired and ended up dancing around to 90's hip hop/R&B for another few hours. It was wonderful.
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| Civilize. |
[22 Nov 2005|04:39pm] |
This morning at 5:29AM, I attempted sleep. Well, no, I more or less took the proper medications and relocated myself to under the blankets of my bed. The Sea and Cake played for hours on my iPod, and I could see the lyrics falling onto paper in perfect cursive.
"All the things I said tonight follow me, maybe I was suddenly all you need."
And it was beautiful.
I reminisced on the times I looked up at the moon and felt that this was it. I thought about Dancer in the Dark, and repeated the image of Björk being hanged over and over. I pictured myself walking down a path collecting an assortment of plants to create color with, and I pictured myself smoking a cigarette outside of Chicago's Union Station in the middle of a miserably cold night.
"Moments, I dont mind. This way I'm always sleeping."
My eyes remained open, and at some point there was daylight. My eyes closed, and now I won't ever be able to tell apart the awake from the asleep.
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| Oral surgery. Ow oww! |
[19 Nov 2005|11:41pm] |
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As of the Friday morning wisdom teeth removal surgery, I've been rockin' the look of.. well.. sort of a chipmunk storing food for the winter in it's cheeks. Right down to the sound effects that the holes in the back of my mouth make. It's pretty sweet when I'm on enough pain medication to not care about such things.
But between all these drugs, and the boredom of doing absolutely nothing, I've been sort of moody. Also, I'm used to large amounts of people showering me with smoothies and flowers and cards when I'm not feeling well. This time, not so much.
I did, however, get a wonderful visit from my favorite boy, Christopher. He never really sees me when I'm less than flawless looking, so I was a bit reluctant on his stopping by. But I should have known that with an amazing boy, would come an amazing visit with smoothies and even telling me that my cheeks look cute! I'm not sure who he thinks he's fooling, but I do know that this is a sign that he's a keeper. As if I need more of those, heh..
Either way, my evening feels a lot more complete now. I've been smiling and rocking out to Elton John and such. This is a big improvement from five hours ago what with the bitching and the moping around. But then the Elton John got me going a little too much, and I bit my tongue. Little bit of blood, but that's okay. Xodol makes it okay.
Aw, who am I kidding. Xodol makes EVERYTHING okay.
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| Christopher. |
[06 Nov 2005|01:49pm] |
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Q And Not U - "Fever Sleeves" |
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We seem to have gotten back to the flawless stage and I couldn't be happier. I want to hug elephants and paint rainbows on blank walls and kiss marshmallows.
The weather outside is perfect and love is word.
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[31 Oct 2005|10:16am] |
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Happy Halloween, bitches!
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[29 Oct 2005|03:58am] |
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Part of me is simply ecstatic from this perfect evening. Part of me misses you and feels terrible. It's sort of got me all over the place emotion-wise. I need to listen to Wesley Willis. I guess this is the 'getting over you' stage. I should be a pro at this by now, but it doesn't seem to make it easier. It was easier when the Grey Goose was still running through me. This post will probably be deleted in the next 24 hours. Woo.
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| My body is a temple... and tonight I'll tear it down! |
[12 Oct 2005|08:58am] |
Today Adam and I are driving to the beach to see Alkaline Trio. He got us a hotel on the strip and is providing the necessary materials for ghetto greyhounds. Needless to say, I'm stupidly excited.
So, we plan to leave around noon which means I was going to take the afternoon classes off. But then I decided that instead of going to my morning classes, I should just take that time to catch up on watching those little band DVDs that come with their albums.
I virginally pop in the Turbonegro "Party Animals" DVD when it hits me that I'm skipping school to watch Hank von Helvete lift weights.
My life rules.
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[10 Oct 2005|07:17pm] |
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"Best Day" - Carpark North |
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The other morning upon waking at Christopher's, my cell phone tried to drink some water. Because the little guy has no arms/hands, it fell into the glass of water. Sadly, the phone did not survive.
I am now accepting donations of either [1.] An old phone you may have that will work with my Cingular SIM card, or [2.] Cash, checks, or paypal transfers to help me purchase a cute new one. Please contact me via e-mail (driveyouaway@yahoo.com) or LJ comment for more information.
In other news, the ( Architecture in Helsinki ) show was all adjectives similar to "adorable," with "as fuck" added to the end of each.
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| I may or may not ever be someone's "ideal" girl. |
[06 Oct 2005|02:23am] |
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Les Savy Fav - "Pills" |
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The airplane socks given in those over night packs are stupidly uncomfortable. Tight at the top with no resiliance anywhere else. They manage to be both 'one size fits all' and reversable due to their shapeless form.
But there comes that time in the evening when the change in GPRS clocks trick people into believing it's time to close up their laptops and turn off the reading lights, and when the cessation of the alcohol buzz and iPod battery begin to trick me too. It's when the plane begins to feel way too cold that those oversized, bullshit socks feel absolutely perfect. The socks themselves are far from ideal, but it's the certain necessary situation that makes them ideal.
It's really easy, almost natural, to misconceive these two things. To assume negativity toward something unlikely before it's justifiably fit into it's proper place. But at the same time, it's really easy to write off some amazing fucking things this way; I'm learning this first hand.
I have decided to alter my focus on ideals. Ideal people. Ideal situations. Ideal socks. To the focus on taking what is given to me, no matter how unlikely, and making it work. Before I become the cause of this shitty feeling toward someone else.
Periods should be used more than once per sentence. I think.
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