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| 09:07pm 23/05/2005 |
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mood:  you manuscript. music: tick.
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I've read and re-read the unspoken (or written, for that matter) code of conduct when in social situations contending to those unknowing of knowledge (ironic) and impartial to the impact it might have on their lives had they tried a single lemon miranguey gin-and-tonic-y taste of the stuff. Nowhere does it say I must be nice to them.
Who here is destined to be sports coaches and leathery old beauty queens who smell of moth balls and treadmills?
If knowledge tastes like carbonated pie, love must have too many flavors to handle...
Hate is most certainly bile. |
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| Hello. |
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| 01:42pm 18/05/2005 |
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mood:  keep me busy. music: doughty in my head radio.
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Haven't been here in a while. If you care that I care what you're up to, drop me a post.
I have been home for not yet a week and I.. don't want to return to Wilcox park. Depressed but keeping my chin up.
Chin up.
I feel like my life is going to change again.
Things to keep me busy;
Laura's going to Europe next month and she's a good chunk of my sanity.
A good chunk of my sanity is going to Europe.
Vegetable gardening.
Melon and other assorted fruits.
I'd rather not rely on the computer.
Thanks in advance to those who intend to show up on the 20th. A final goodbye to Herkimer is way in order and those who will come without having to are good people.
I think I'll take up yoga again. |
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| the soup of a cherry cordial |
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| 11:36pm 25/04/2005 |
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mood:  down here music: Colin Hay
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and you're trying hard to figure out just exactly how you feel before you end up parked and sobbing, forehead on the steering wheel.. |
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| freckles. |
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| 10:26pm 05/04/2005 |
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mood:  and then. music: rod stewart?
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Ich Leibe day is in 25 days.
This semester needs to get better.
Going home to a real meal, a couple colleges, and a concert this weekend. It'll be good. Mary's right, it's good to be empathetic towards surrounding situations, but it's hard not to take surrounding situations upon yourself. I soak up energy and start to be unhappy. I'm an energy soaker-upper.
I ingest too much salt. It gives me chest pains.
Salt and sugar?
'No thanks', he said, 'I'm sweet enough.' |
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| M., read me. |
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| 04:58pm 01/04/2005 |
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mood:  bang. music: sloor moppp?
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My parents used to live in Hawaii.
The weather is amazing. Snow will come back and bite us for poking it obnoxiously with a stick and believing that it was really asleep.
I cut my hair. Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young didn't-- they let their freak flags fly.
My birthday is in a month. It is iche leibie day and I hope a certain someone might be around to make it way iche leibie.
how do YOU take YOUR drug? |
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| 3. |
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| 05:49pm 24/03/2005 |
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mood:  like antibiotic ointment music: slightcreditsgiventoyou
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MCLA.
Saw Massetchusetts College of Libral Arts today. The gorgeous admissions councelor I met seemed to be the only reason I'd feel the need to attend. Ooo.
Smallest place in the world.
I ate a greasy mushroom sandwhich and a Butterfinger there. I don't plan on eating anything else there in my life.
But... for some reason, the tour of the school made me happy as hell. Even though.. ahh yes... it's smaller than the college I currently attend.. (those who also attend it would understand my shock.. and the inner giggles that followed.) My compliments though.. for it was cute as hell as much as it was a waste of a day. I loved it.
I'd compare it to a sandy teddy bear.
You wanna hug it... but it's sandy.
The end. |
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| Look. I'm Updating My Livejournal. |
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| 05:43pm 23/03/2005 |
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mood:  almost out. music: snow
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I told my brother that if he ran outside with his bare feet in the snow he'll never get sick again. He believed me.
4-6 inches tonight. Mother Earth would like to thank the Academy.
A trip to the Bronx on Saturday has resulted in
1 head cold
2 potted cactuses
1 overpriced book
1 rediscovered interest in vegetable gardening.
A trip to Ithaca on Monday consisted of
2 melted hearts
3 awesome meals
1 bottle of sangria
1 bottle of wine
1 drunken mother
1 bridget jones movie
2 hitchhikers to Texas
A trip to Binghamton on Tuesday has resulted in
1 hour of lower back pain
1 hard impression
2 long faces
3 unsuccessful diner stops
And I still can't make a decision.
Transfering colleges is one of those things, my mother tells me, that results from fucking up in high school. Granted, I suppose. And taken with a grain of salt. That must mean I really don't care in my case. I told her, "So I did my time. Fuck it." and she agreed. I went home and smoked a bowl. The end.
More Maggie and Mom adventures coming soon. |
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| Going to the church of St. Crimitia. |
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| 10:15pm 10/03/2005 |
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mood: bathtub saftey. music: jewel
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a species like she? she's a catatonic romance with a remote control ocean sunset. Press play. Pause.
swift like a fox.
I've been blue.
f2078m: we used to get along well right?
odThing: yeah we did
f2078m: just making sure i didnt make the whole thing up |
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| 'YOU CAME AND SAVED ME, MY COCOCO' |
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| 05:32pm 02/03/2005 |
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mood:  shlimp. music: Stellastarr
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Confusion's a rock.
Anxiety's a bitch.
Happiness is a pair of pale blue eyes.
I'm stuck on line one. For no reason. Where are my eyes?
I miss Merryn.
I miss heat. |
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| SHINDIG |
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| 06:10pm 24/02/2005 |
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mood:  mexico music: sigur ros
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Inform me
as to the reasoning
of your existance.
Does anyone read me?
Do you read me?
Cover your mouth. |
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| Consumption should be the newest chapter of the crucifixion. |
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| 12:37am 21/02/2005 |
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mood:  (Jim Brewer) music: Slow Like Honey
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I don't understand a lot of the time.
Perception. Things of that nature.
"I have great perception skills."
Whatever.
Gwen, Stephanie, and I went to Cobleskill this weekend to see Linds and co. We are are going to become full-time college hoppers due to the following:
1. The food's good, cheap, and abundant.
2. We know we need to get out more.
I think I'm going to hit the piano tonight. Fiona waits under my bed, anxious to boggle my mind.
P.S. No more edited pictures of me. They are not flattering. I do not like them.
Thank you.
--- does anyone understand why my icon is who it is? You should know this. If you don't, you deserve to work at the yarn barn, you stupid fuck. (hint: that was a hint). |
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| 1/2 of you |
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| 11:37pm 17/02/2005 |
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mood:  awry music: simon and garfunkel
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I think people see me as a weed in their garden.
I could be used for medicinal purposes if you'd just take the time to look me up in your little book of plants.
But it doesn't matter I guess. I'm starting to realize that the Id is where it's at. I just wish I could take a quick flight there.. it just happens to be a long journey from here.
Here I am. |
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| Patricia and Me. |
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| 10:05pm 14/02/2005 |
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mood:  sweet. music: Charles Mingus
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I've made a conscience effort to abide the rules of my life. There are two exceptions.
I've been ridiculed for sitting at home, getting high and watching mystery scifi3K with some tea and tootsie pops on my valentines day. To me it's Monday with the exception of the fact that my mom sent me a package with a broken Crunch bar my brother bought me, some licorice Altoids from my dad, a card ("Don't kiss your honey when your nose is runny, you may think it's funny but it's snot"), and some expensive chocolate from my mom that she instructed me to "let warm to room temperature and enjoy like fine wine" when I called to thank her. Even with the cheesiest of efforts, my mom knows how to make me grin sometimes.
In other news, though old by now, a man in my hometown area dragged an assault riffle into the Hudson Valley mall and opened fire. I guess it's been said that he thought he was in Grand Theft Auto. Seriously.
Bruce is my Valentine tonight, with the exception of a recent visitor who might've stayed if he could. To him I'd like to wish a very happy Thanksgiving indeed.
P.S. Thank you for the Gay Purr-ee. |
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| Ouw |
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| 06:49pm 10/02/2005 |
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mood:  this world is.. music: Zero 7
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Sometimes when I cough it tastes like poison life. I wasn't talking about the cereal, no.
I'm not corny.
I ran out of Dayquil. It's the only thing that makes me feel okay.
I hope Bruce doesn't catch the flu from me. I'm scared for him.
I went to my classes today. Schwabhead should feel so lucky. In Art History I swear to whatever you find holy that Rembrandt's 1659 self portrait winked at me.
You can all go to hell now.
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| maybe mothers. |
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| 09:05pm 08/02/2005 |
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mood:  plastic muscles music: Ani
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Withdrawl is bad.
My right eye twitches with the beat of my heart still. I argued with a nurse 200 miles away. She put me on hold with the beach boys. I stared out the window at the fog on the reservoir for hours, and tried not to move my head too much. Threw up a few times. Unrecognizable substances. I sat in the candy section, then the arts and crafts section, waiting for my prescription to be filled. A woman behind me on line at the pharmacy asked me if my piercing hurt. I couldn't see her clearly. They told me the sadistic crap had been paid for. I looked at the 75 dollar pills from hell, the 60 dollars I had left for the week, and thanked whichever angel fucked with the computer.
I'm finally sick.
To you: you are a gardening glove left out in the mildew overnight, only to become too dry in the morning sun. |
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| One of these mornin's you're gunna rise up singin'. |
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| 02:49pm 07/02/2005 |
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mood:  AZ IN RETROSPECT music: Summertime and the livin's easy.
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I will pay whoever can tell me who did this specific version of "Summertime" that I found on my playlist. It's not the Janis Joplin version, nor is it "Doin' Time" or any bullshit like that. It's serious shit. I tried to found out and I saw George Gershwin's name a lot.. also, Diana Ross? I was thinking Etta James but it doesn't sound like her. It's a jazzy duet version that reminds me of Gay Purr-ee.. which Todd might get me. If he does, wow, I'd be so thrilled. If you haven't seen Gay Purr-ee and appreciate 1960s musicals, (Judy Garland as the voice of Mewsette) I recommend it. Disney made it into a cartoon. Shut.. It's fabulous.
It's a no bullshit day.
Take none, give none. |
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| standing @ your shore; |
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| 03:37pm 06/02/2005 |
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mood: that marmelade. music: Beatles
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 | You scored as Intrapersonal. You prefer your own inner world, you like to be alone, and you are aware of your own strengths, weaknesses, and feelings. You learn best by engaging in independent study projects rather than working on group projects. People like you include entrepreneurs, philosophers and psychologists.
Verbal/Linguistic | | 68% | Visual/Spatial | | 68% | Intrapersonal | | 68% | Interpersonal | | 64% | Musical/Rhythmic | | 61% | Bodily/Kinesthetic | | 46% | Logical/Mathematical | | 29% | </td>
The Rogers Indicator of Multiple Intelligences
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| 03:16pm 04/02/2005 |
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mood:  at your best. music: Luna
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Alison Andrews came up to see me in a beautiful pea green coat.
Taking my paws, feeding me pills, wrapped up in a five dollar note. Hand in hand on the edge of the sand, we danced by the light of the moon.
Driving away for a year and a day, to the land where the bong tree grows. There in the wood a piggy wig stood, with a ring at the end of his nose.. By the light of the moon.
I went skiing today on the nature trail behind the school. I went by myself. I fell and twisted my knee. It cracked, and I was cold. When I closed my eyes colors whirled around in my head, and I felt a drop of existence seep back into my soul.
That didn't really happen. The drop of existance part I mean. The knee cracking did. I'm still waiting for the drop of existance. I imagine it sometimes as a Werther's Original or a Ludin's lemon cough drop.
After I die, I hope to become the highest leaf on the highest tree in the world.
But for now I'm still afraid of heights.
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