| tonight |
[Apr. 20th, 2009|09:06 pm] |
i am going to sleep
with the windows
open |
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| i hope this won't dissapoint you. |
[Oct. 10th, 2008|11:14 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | bemis 202 | ] |
| [ | music |
| | basia bulat| before i knew | ] |
the ironies of this homecoming weekend are going to be phenomenal, if somewhat self imposed.
now it's just a waiting game.
DUNZO.
my heart isn't in this place. |
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| indian summer |
[Sep. 22nd, 2008|12:06 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | gillian welch|revelator | ] |
what i've been listening to recently: beirut - flying cup club
calexico - carried to dust
handsome boy modeling school - white people
gillian welch - soul journey
counting crows - august & everything
girl talk - feed the animals just the song: broken social scene - cocaine skin
john mellencamp - jack and diane
heading to the desert wednesday. compiling road songs instead of doing...other things. i miss my ipod. |
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| words, words, words. |
[Sep. 14th, 2008|11:21 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  heady | ] |
| [ | music |
| | broken social scene|superconnected | ] |
my parents called tonight, and even though it has been a week since we talked, i had nothing to say to them, and they didn't really have anything to say to me either.
i feel like a pinball that keeps getting jettisoned upwards by these random forces, and falling down again by forces equally random. hurtling around, narrowly avoiding black holes full of secrets. |
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| bump that |
[Aug. 9th, 2008|12:21 am] |
nothing wrong with navigating anchorage rush hour rihanna on the radio behind the wheel of a government truck.
nothing at all.
carharts and stubble. freshly showered, frames.
not much wrong with that either.
g and t's.
no WAY to go wrong.
ALASKA.
easy to go wrong.
but i think i can say i've done it right. |
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| milestones. |
[Jun. 5th, 2008|12:16 pm] |
in order of personal importance:
passion
people
profession |
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| moving forward. |
[Apr. 30th, 2008|07:30 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sundrenched | ] |
i think barack obama could read a grocery list aloud and stir me. |
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| the world is watching. |
[Apr. 23rd, 2008|08:58 pm] |
Now it's 10 o'clock and I still have 50 pages of lit theory (how prententious can you get?) to struggle through. I don't know why I'm taking this class about attaining truth and knowledge through poetry when I think it is all trumped by experience and getting your ass outside. Actually, I do, it's a requierment for English majors, which is just so ironic that's the path I'm following because I'm a huge hypocrite that is here at a college being scholarly and following this track, when I really think the best thing is to get out, interact, engage with the world. Which really is part of CC's curriculum which is part of why I'm staying here, but this is devolving into the halfbaked so CHEERS to the students out there, and like Mary Cheney said tonight, we are going to spend the rest of our lives attempting to achieve the quality of life we enjoy today.
PEACE.
kate is in spain now, so i'm single in mathias, where the "days without vandalism!!! " record is four. recent vandalism entails shit smeared on the bathroom walls (seriously) and the fire alarm pulled at 2:30 am last night. SICK BRAH.
[edit] alternate headline: "this one's for you matt johnson"
because i never rant about shit. |
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| new shoes |
[Mar. 25th, 2008|10:44 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | cat power|he war | ] |
pale coronas watching the sky deepen to indigos around the mass of pike's peak fushcia contrails petering into darkness |
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| identity crisis. |
[Feb. 26th, 2008|07:06 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  confused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | paper planes| m.i.a. | ] |
I'm supposed to be writing a paper, so of course I'm making the decision to update lj instead. Some things don't change.
I just feel the need to record an odd phenomenon in my life.
Drunkenly, my friend down the hall told me I look just like one of her relatives in France.
Over block break, a girl on the trip I was on called me Claire accidentally, and then explained that it was because I remind her so much of her friend at home in Wisconsin named Claire.
Tonight, one of the girl's who works at Wooglin's pointed at me to a guy behind the counter when I walked in, then came to get my order saying I look exactly like one of her coworker's relatives in Michigan, and that "at first i thought that you were her".
What the fuck.
I know everyone gets this to some extent, but I feel like it happens to me uncannily often. It's usually along the lines of what's above, as well as asking if I'm related to particular people, or if I have a sibling, and some people just say that I seem familiar. I started noticing this working at Humble, when this happened consistently once or twice a month.
I'm starting to think I need a better response then my standard lame joke about having a generic face. Maybe this is an issue to take up with my dad, who claims to forget most things that happened in his life prior to middle age.
I don't know. it's just weird and only preoccupying me because of the frequency.
shiiittt why is it 9PM already. |
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| cuttroat. [porter] |
[Feb. 9th, 2008|07:27 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | mason jennings...and now that cd laura made me. | ] |
well hey.
so semi-ephiphany. i miss my minimum wage service job. seriously, i was happier, more confident, and less stressed behind the counter at humble bagel. i was making people feel good with food and a smile. simple exchange.
lost that here. now the job is LEARNNNINNNGG which is so amphorous and inapplicable. network, make connections for the FUTURE.
sure, i'll get on that.
pick something and claim it. got some blisters on my hands from wielding shovels without gloves and shit do they feel good.
i hope your saturday night is fun. but not like fun like how is should be fun, but like really really fun like you remember it later and want to go back there.
wish i could sing. fucking speech is an accomplishment by itself. song is transcndence of the vocal chords.
alright. time to ARRETE.
i love you. |
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| through the lens. |
[Oct. 21st, 2007|01:07 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  manic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | blue scholars | northbynorthwest | ] |
i just bought a cd for the first time in about three years.
i should do that more often with my expendable income.
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| don't hold out |
[Oct. 4th, 2007|06:06 pm] |
returning to lj semi intoxicated as usual.
block break was so perfect, and now i'm back in a "real" class with reading packets and papers due and it's back to drinking beer when i should be starting this response to humanism, but i just want to write about myself and my own issues because the entire scope of humanity seems like a little too much to handle.
i shouldn't really wax on about it here, but i'm totally a teen girl squad member right now, and objectifying every male in my class. longetivity and meaning has been lacking from every romantic/physical relationship in my 19 years and i think that needs to CHANGE.
blahdebalh so i sit here writing about it instead of TAKING ACTION. typical typical.
whatever. block one and utah was awesome, so i just need to extend that shit.
NOW I WILL GO DO HOMEWORK.
and make a sandwhich?
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| oh boy. |
[Sep. 14th, 2007|10:32 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | bemis 408 | ] |
| [ | music |
| | rilo kiley | 15 | ] |
fortunatley, this is not how i'm feeling, it was just good mood lighting, and this is another outlet for shameless self promotion.
i went out tonight and didn't wear a bra.
!!!
our skin is like grass, let's smoke it real fast...
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| where the sidewalk ends. |
[May. 15th, 2007|02:32 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | boulder street | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  caffinated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | something loud that i wish i weren't listening to | ] |
i should be doing something else AS USUAL.
i WENT OUT last night. and actually HAD FUN. walked home (??) in the rain. glorious rain.
the day after tomorrow i am going to denver to stay with my mom's friends. i have never met them before. then on the 23rd, i will fly out of denver to buenos aires. in argentina i will drink and dance and take pictures and turn 19. and then i will go home. eugene home.
i've been walking a lot, thinking about the resident of room 442, and not putting my paper into any coherent form.
today i found an orange bandanna on the ground. or as rebecca would say, an AR-ange bandanna.
next thing: find an outlet in this divey coffee place. |
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| scores of lesbians and dreadlocked has-beens |
[Mar. 17th, 2007|10:49 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | eugene | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | chillin | ] |
| [ | music |
| | champagne syndicate | ] |
my mind is in colorado and my heart is here.
body and soul are eternally restless.
if you're going back, then give my regards to my life,
because i'm going to stay here with the organic babies, the tomorrow and the mabyes,
'cause everythings so much easier when your just a little bit lazy and part vegan and half crazy... |
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| freedom |
[Jan. 22nd, 2007|04:22 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  waking up | ] |
| [ | music |
| | rufus wainwright|instant pleasure | ] |
college is blowing my mind. |
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| it's good to hear your voice |
[Nov. 23rd, 2006|11:19 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | mirah|recommendations | ] |
i am thankful that we are young and have so much ahead of us.
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