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[22 Jan 2006|02:19am] |
SOMETIMES I MAKE REALLY NICE THINGS FOR PEOPLE, BUT I NEVER GIVE IT TO THEM. INSTEAD, I GET SCARED AND NERVOUS, AND HIDE IT IN MY ROOM IN MY COMPUTER IN MY BRAIN AND IT NEVER SEES THE LIGHT OF DAY OUTSIDE OF MY OWN PERSONEL... JESUS? SOMETIMES, THESE PEOPLE OBTAIN ACCESS TO MY MOST SECRET INTERNET THOUGHT, AND I MAKE IT FRIENDS ONLY. AND I MAKE IT, PRIVATE. BUT ALL THAT MATTERS IS THAT I MAKE IT.
ALSO, I ATE IN TWOS TODAY:
2 DONUTS
2 CUPS OF COFFEE
2 SLICES OF PIZZA
2 PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLIES
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[31 Dec 2005|07:31pm] |
The one on the left says to the one on the right, "I could make a very good wife for you."
The one on the right says to the one on the left, "Let's take this one step at a time."
The one on the right says to the one on the left, "You know, I need you all the time."
The one on the left says to the one on the right, "I think I changed my mind."
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[30 Dec 2005|03:29pm] |
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[24 Dec 2005|06:08am] |
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Bah, humbug.
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[23 Dec 2005|08:11pm] |
Yesterday I bought a Joan Baez record at Island Thrift. I wanted to find the one where she covers, "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right," but I couldn't. I did find her record 5, where she covers "It Ain't Me Babe," and "I Still Miss Someone," so I was content. I'm pretty obsessed with the cover though. It's her standing with her guitar and no shoes on, next to this really interesting tree. I wonder whose idea that was. I wish it was 1964 so I could come up with that idea, and it would be so completely normal. Today no one could really pull it off, I don't think, because it has this certain feel to it where you are just forced to feel really good and really cold at the same time. She's wearing a scarf and it's pretty grey out and it's the 60's, so you know, that's just how you're going to have to feel. I'll always be trying to pull off this 60's/70's thing, whether it be by decorating my room in Melanie record sleeves and the color orange, or forever growing my hair and cutting my bangs straighter.
I was considering giving my mom the Joan Baez record for Christmas, but she doesn't have a record player. Then I was considering buying her the new Cat Power, "The Greatest," because it sounds so amazingly different, although a little repetitive, but overall something she would really like. Then I realized that the album doesn't even come out for another month. I also thought it over some more and I remembered how deceivingly tragic the album really is. And the song "Hate," and how Chan keeps repeating, "I hate myself and I want to die," and I realized that doesn't really say Merry Christmas.
So instead, I took my dog Cindy for a walk to where my mom gets her hair cut and dyed. I figured a gift certificate to get her hair done would be nice, since a significant amount of her hair has grown back after being on chemotherapy, and I know how much she likes getting her hair done. The mother of a girl I went to high school with was working as the receptionist. Her daughter was one of the popular girls. We were friends in elementary school, until her and her friends realized I really wasn't fitting in. I picked up Cindy to walk into the store, and I kept thinking about how her daughter probably can't get over the fact that she was worshipped in high school, but what the fuck happened in college? I was greeted warmly by Mrs. Ryan, and everyone kept petting Cindy. She talked to me about my mom, and how great she looks, and I kept thinking about how my mom is losing her short term memory from all the medication she is on. She told me I looked good too, which is a weird thing to say I think. I knew what she meant though. I wasn't this weirdo, chubby seventh grader anymore. Now, I'm this interesting college student, or some dumb shit. She's told my mom before how, "beautiful and eclectic," I've become. I really like the idea of how grown up I have become, but I didn't need to hear it from this lady. As I turned to walk away, I had the urge to drop Cindy and let her run crazy through the beauty parlor. Knocking everything over in her path and distracting the beauticians, causing them to ruin whatever it was they were doing. But I realized that didn't really say Merry Christmas.
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| I'm it. |
[20 Dec 2005|01:13pm] |
TAGGED
I got tagged by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) adrian_adonis
List seven songs you are into right now.
-No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now.
-Post these instructions in your Livejournal along with your seven songs.
-Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.
1. "My Teached Died," by Diane Cluck
2. "New Partner," by Will Oldham
3. "God Bless Our Dead Marines," by A Silver Mt. Zion
4. "I Walk The Line," by Johnny Cash
5. "Wild Is The Wind," a cover by Cat Power, originally by Nina Simone
6. "Banshee Beat," by Animal Collective
7. "Christmas Wrappings," by The Waitresses
I tag:
baby_vampire
trains_at_night
sweater_vest
optein
microbeast
boats_of_fire
bonzer
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[14 Dec 2005|04:42pm] |
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I won't put this guitar down until it is not awkward. Because although I am graduating college and I've got all the right words, my guitar skills are still in seventh grade. I am standing in front of my locker on the first day of high school, and the goddamn combination just won't work. I am late for first period math class, and here I am; standing in this oversized hand-me-down coat thinking, "What the fuck am I doing?"
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[28 Nov 2005|09:55pm] |
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"I am afraid of everything especially the sun. Once I dreamt it flew into the earth and killed everyone. Would I wail off and kiss him and say, 'I've always liked you,' or call my mother say 'Dear mother, I wish that there was something we could do,' but I am a dog. I just sat up and begged. I'm not so sure I like being dead. I am much better lying here in my bed and open my eyes up to see some sun had fallen over me. And I said, 'So strange, now that I've awoke.' Yeah I felt so changed when morning broke. Yeah, things have been so strange since the last time we spoke. This whole town is so changed (the boy on their bikes are all soaked.) Now what am I suppose to do? Because I'm still in love with you."
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