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| 02:48pm 27/03/2006 |
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i've been watching the gauntlet II for the past 5 hours.
i'm officially a waste of space.
waiting for london.
need to pay electric bill
need to not be broke
need motivation
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| 07:02pm 12/01/2006 |
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mood:  content music: modern nature-sondre lerche
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| 11:33am 09/01/2006 |
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leaving ohio in 4 hours, and, for the first time since i can remember, i'm actually a little sad to be leaving. i mean, i'm more than ready to go back, but i still feel a little hesitant.
maybe it's the people, or maybe it's because i don't actually know when i'll be back here, which is a little scary.
other than that, my feet are cold, my hair is wet, and nothing is packed.
i hope it's not too cold back home...
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| 01:14am 05/01/2006 |
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there's a gay next on and it makes me happy.
just got back from playing pool in fairborn with jared, john, glenn, noah, and ben.
before that, played poker at what is now martin and ben's apartment. met jesse's girlfriend. she's adorable and i'm really glad they're together.
aww, these boys are really adorable, and now there are lezzies.
eww, this girl is a straight up ho. actually, all of them are, and there's some wicked busted renn fair goth girl.
also..got a new id today with camel. jesus life in ohio is boring, but annie's coming back tomorrow and we're easily drinking 40's like the old days.
xo
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| 12:32pm 31/12/2005 |
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watching the glaad media awards on logo.
bruce vilanch is presenting...
not sure how i feel about him....or his face...
going to barnes and noble with aimless in a little bit. i guess i should put some clothes on...
tonight is new years, and for the first time in years i, a) have a resolution and b) might actually be able to keep it. i'm just gonna drink more water.
shut up, it's totally good for you.
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| 12:29am 31/12/2005 |
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"They often prefer to do the pursuing in relationships and may be addicted to the conquest. "
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| 03:19pm 25/12/2005 |
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i've used half a dozen q tips in the past two days and my ears still feel dirty
daisy got me the readymade DIY book. it's pretty brilliant; i can't wait to make a beer can room divider.
watching a documentary on gay rodeo on logo. god bless gay tv.
time to go smoke a smig....
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| 09:46pm 13/12/2005 |
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January:
drinking gin and tonics out of my pink barbie cup with rubber figurines on top and being made fun of by everyone for being a granny
February:
sometimes i wonder why i've been putting up with it for so long, but then i remember that i'm a big awkward dork and really couldn't do without her.
March:
today i saw three fat freckled little boys on the t and realized that if i had kids that ugly i'd put them in the dumpster behind planned parenthood. it's probably a good thing i'm a homo
April:
1. stop sleeping with people you hate
2. stop hating the people you sleep with
3. stop falling for/sleeping with straight girls
4. stop eating like a 12 year old boy (no more hangover hamburgers)
5. start doing your homework
6. learn to leave gracefully
7. stop listening to depressing music and then wondering why you feel sad all the time
8. stop getting yourself in trouble just for the fun of it
9. start flossing regularly
10. ignore rule number 8. life's not fun without trouble
back in boston, brooklyn i miss you. i suppose the grass is always greener, or at least more alcohol soaked...
two two-liters of wine and a bally later and i'm back in the but computer lab counting down to the l word and walking alone down these sterile streets.
the only thing boston has going for it is the fact that it's not ohio, though even now i'm starting to miss the cornfields and quiet of home
two more months, then i'll be back at the carnival, covered in grease and sweat and advances from thirteen year old girls
(had to do the whole thing...)
May:
i think i'm officially a homewrecker. funny that, in all my years of slutting around i'd never actually ruined someone else's relationship. i feel kinda bad about it
June:
drama drama drama
tweakers tweakers tweakers
lots of showers + lily of the valley body wash
iced coffee iced coffee iced coffee
slept twice before the sun came up
drove and drove and drove
losing cigs left and right
July:
i want to come back with sand in my belly button and no more kinks in my neck
california here i come
August:
ain't got nothin
September:
i've been drawing spirals and staircases leading nowhere and drinking countless cocktails and speaking esoterically and now, more than ever, i feel like an art student, and i'm not sure how i feel about that.
made new friends but lost out on m.i.a. tickets which makes me feel like dying.
it's good to be home
(ikea cookware is so inspiring)
October:
...i'm terribly distracted which i suppose is a metaphor for the rest of my life. oh m. what am i going to do with you?
November:
i had to execute a mouse today
December:
design exhibit=over
bank account=empty
rose=really high
bladder=really full
almost 3 mos...crazy
xoxox
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| 06:12pm 10/11/2005 |
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mood: chipper music: nada
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watching the warriors.
some guy messaged me on myspace offering me $150 for a one hour massage. we've come to a general consensus that "one-hour massage" really means hooking,as he could go to a professional masseuse for less and he's like,the 8th guy to message me asking me this. which brings me to the following points
1: what about my CLEARLY GAY profile suggest that i am, or have any interest in being, a hooker
2: i'm totally worth way more than $150 dollars.
other than that, finished valencia yesterday.
started me talk pretty one today. how does one family get so brilliant?
my wrist is starting to hurt. we're having beers tonight.
i broke down and bought a pair of jeans at UO. they were on sale and wicked cute and i really can't afford to be buying new clothes, but i was having a day.
i've decided i'm going to start a street gang, just so i can walk around with a bunch of people in matching outfits and play with butterfly knives. but that probably won't happen.
and my keyboard is mad jacked. and i need to clean. and find someone to buy some booze.
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| 06:34pm 03/11/2005 |
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i had to execute a mouse today. it was just a little baby mouse and it's leg was all mangled. i didn't know what to do so i took it outside and curbstomped it in front of these two guys in my building.
i still feel horrible. i hate mouse traps. i hate killing mice. i like mice, and i don't really care if they eat a little bit of my crumbs. or if they give me diseases or whatevs. for all i know that could've been the little boy from the witches, or some great saint reincarnated.... or just a mouse...i'm totally going to hell....
my "women, you can't beat em" shirt came today and i'm waring it. it makes me feel a little bit better about murdering that mouse. but...it would've been crippled for life so i guess i couldn't really do anything for it. i've still got this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach though.
i also need new guitar strings.
also, matthew is the biggest hypocrite of a hippie animal lover ever. he replaced our humane mousetraps with those ugly snap ones when the pest guy came today. he's selectively vegetarian because he doesn't like the way animals are treated in the meat industry (only eats cage free) yet he eats eggs indiscriminantly, eats HOT DOGS, and laughed when lindsay told him i had to stomp that little mouses lights out...asshole...
anyway.i suppose that's a lot of fuss about a little mouse....and i have work to doo...
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| 07:42am 03/10/2005 |
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watching martha stewart. whoopi goldberg is playing poker with a bunch of smallchildren and it makes no sense. my tummy is rumbly and i ate vienna fingers for breakfast.
i found joanna hanby on facebook. how bizarre. i haven't seen her in probably 10 years. our families were friends and we went to go see them in ct once, they still send us christmas cards every year. she goes to richmond now. i wonder if she'll remember who i am...
saw metric last night w/ j. OMG, it was such an amazing show. they dimmed all the lights except for this rope light on the drumset when they played calculation theme. i couldn't breath. i got a really cute shirt and a poster, which made me happy.
i thought i was having a heart attack all day yesterday
i have so much work to do and i just don't care for it.
martha stewart 's talking about whoopi getting toasted.
now they're making coasters and i'm terribly distracted which i suppose is a metaphor for the rest of my life. oh m. what am i going to do with you?
xo
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| 10:39pm 29/09/2005 |
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saw margaret cho last week, amazing
dyke party was also rather out of control
seeing metric on sunday
hopefully going to new orleans or mississippi thanksgiving break to help red cross with sylvi, yianni, ahmed and as many as we scrounge up
got an amazing gift from pirate pants
read chekhov's letter's last night, discussed them w/ eve this morning. she's a genius, and the funniest, frumpiest, bitterest academic lesbian i've ever met in my life
did laundry in my creepster 8mm basement
made arros con pollo for dinner tonight (ikea cookware is so inspiring)
dirt mcgirt might be here next semester
my eyes are on fire
ready for bed, hang tomorrow
mu117 is the dryest class i've ever been in...ever. dirty mccurdy was more interesting
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| 08:15pm 14/09/2005 |
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mood: exanimate music: some world's wildest _____ on spike tv
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i have been reading brecht and aristotle and gorki and shaw and zola and aeschylus.
i've been drawing spirals and staircases leading nowhere and drinking countless cocktails and speaking esoterically and now, more than ever, i feel like an art student, and i'm not sure how i feel about that.
made new friends but lost out on m.i.a. tickets which makes me feel like dying.
it's good to be home
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| 10:46am 29/07/2005 |
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mood: content music: a little respect
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omar is a confirmed gay, which means that my gaydar is still in working order
erica gets too angry too easily and is uber ocd
matt (my boss) is an 8 year old, through and through.
the past two weeks have been buttery. lots of beach and sun, though i was told to "act more professional at work" by one of the overseer guys (indirectly, they told matt to ask "his crew" in a meeting, to which the douche was met with "yeah, but she's got more balls than all of us" by one of the head construction guys (i was bouncing up and down in the genie lift) which made me feel better. god bless old men) my grammar sucks
thereare like, 29384792384 mexican guys at work who just stare at me and lindsay all the time because we're the only girls on the site, but it's kindof funny. my whole body hurts
everything else has been dandy with the exception of some slightly melodramatic text messages.
got off work and hour early yesterday, went to the beach with tim/john and erica (eck) and "had a catch" as lindsay calls it, which mostly consisted of tim and i throwing the ball as far as we could and diving in the sand trying to catch it looking like tools, and then yelling out "alpha"
my new favorite phrases, as quoted from tim/john loller:
sugary: adjective used to describe anything done in a suave, efficient or stylish manner or, really good/smooth, see buttery (ie; "that catch was so sugary")
alpha: behaving in a way as to assert oneself as a dominant figure within the group (ie; "did you see bill take that jigsaw out of my hand to cut that 2 by 4 for me? that guy is so alpha")
all three sound much better with a hint of a milwaukee accent
last night:
slumber party with tim,falling in love with hillcrest
today, no work til 1 because the construction guys are slow as shit, breakfast at the daily grind, watching dawson's creek with tim and lindsay.
had a strange dream last night that i don't know that i care to share. i need to do laundry and shower
tommorrow, pride with lindsay (god bless those gays)
one week and i'm back in ohio, so sad, but then, on to lesfest with aimless and caitlin, which will be golden, can't wait.
god bless california
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yesterday
fed ex truck came on time, 14 palettes, unloaded in...20 minutes. we're kindof amazing.
spraypainted the theatre's logo on 100,000+ dollars worth of lighting equipment and then carried it up 3 flights of stairs
had the best enchiladas of my life
got lost in downtown sd
ate a bacon burger at denny's
i work with:
the most adorable faggot (i think/hope) who gave me 2 free tickets to see le tigre on sunday
a tragic ocd lesbian who wears tapered jeans and has a slight temper problem
and a lanky straight guy from milwaukee who lindsay thinks has a crush on me which would be kindof tragic, and funny...
today
bench focused 115 lekos
played football in the backyard...to tired to remember much more
dear sd,
i love you
degrassi + brat camp await
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beach, shiny football, lindsay is sunburnt
i think i may have a mild concussion
i have decided the pacific ocean will surely end my life. oh, and the seaweed out here is wicked gross
charlie and the chocolate factory + half pack of cigarettes + random dude walking by saying gay and then noticing me and giving me frightened look + grande vanilla soy latte = golden
also, i <3 target. two pairs of sandals for under $5 (one brown with little yellow lions, one black with white polka dots), lesbian phone calls, baja fresh, 5 pack of new wife beaters, amazing ice cube trays, + lebron james bubble gum.
tommorrow, first day at work. apparently they think since i'm a big homo i can build things, so i have to build a bench focusing chair.haaa, wish i knew what the hell that was. ah well..such is life i suppose....
now, wait for j rock to call, lez out, smoke too many cigs, brush teeth, set alarm, go to bed
xo
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| 12:38pm 07/07/2005 |
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sunburnt, windburnt, sand burnt. feels good.
boardwalk funnel cakes real pizza parking tickets
( picture booth )
bottles of lotion and sprays
vitamin e
tylenol
cough syrup
too many cigarettes
18 new messages. to delete press 7
this worked better last time
i stopped talking
ohio is humid and miserable as ever
my feet are burnt
my chest started to bubble today
want to be back on the beach
you know you can go under the waves
we could hear them slapping your face all the way up here
want to be back in the seaweed
fall asleep on the beach after swimming at 6 am
the water was silver
reminded me of that episode of are you afraid of the dark
she didn't know what i was talking about
still sand in my hair, i need a shower, and vectorworks and a computer that works and 6000 more songs for the ipod
mom's in a meeting, must accomplish something before she gets home
8 days until i'm the hell out of dodge
california here i come
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my neck hurts and i'm covered in bruises, have to be in kentucky in 2 hours and 12 minutes. before then, must shower, change, clean room, eat, _____. this is all beside the point, because this weekend i'm going to be horribly irresponsible or irresponsibly horrible and drive off into the sunset (ie; new jersey) with j rock, rory, and calida. for two days (give or take) of beaches and ocean and no more land locked red necked pale thighs headaches.
i want to come back with sand in my belly button and no more kinks in my neck
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