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[Mar. 1st, 2009|05:16 pm] |
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| |  bored | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Patrick Wolf- Paris | ] |
So every meal Bob gets a portion of green beans with his kibbles. Now every time someone cooks green beans he gets upset and freaks out because he thinks we're stealing his food. |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 7th, 2007|09:29 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Palo Alto again | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | ugly | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Babyshambles- Bollywood to Battersea | ] |
Redemption? Dunno.
I keep getting this feeling.
This is the end of my livejournal, by the way.
"Yes, I was child of the suicide and the leisure
One fine day I was led astray
She took my by the collar
Said 'What's your pleasure?'" |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 29th, 2007|03:51 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | zen | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nocturnal Emissions- Smash With Love | ] |
There are little birds walking around inside my house. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 24th, 2007|06:09 pm] |
Final GPA for the spring 2007 semester: 2.811. Could've been a lot worse.
And I think I just got hired as a room-service boy at the Sheraton on w. 25th. More to follow. |
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| Detritus c. 1995 |
[May. 15th, 2007|08:12 am] |
OK! Who remembers
Mighty Max
The Real Adventures of Jonny Quest
Squeeze-Its
Hugs (another beverage)
Stretch Armstrong
The substance released in the inevitable rupture of Stretch Armstrong's limbs
Pete & Pete (too easy? Adam West was in it, apparently)
Choose Your Own Nightmare (Goosebumps spin-off choose-your-own books; a potential ending in one I had was live mummification)
Jibba Jabba(?)
Ring pops
Carmen Sandiego
The Carmen Sandiego Game Show
Legends of the Hidden Temple, speaking of game shows
FMV-based computer games! The Journeyman Project, Phantasmagoria, Police Quest and motherfuckin' Rebel Assault
Also, if we're talking computer games, Inherit the Earth.
And the Double Dragon TV series.
And in closing, Yellow 5, Earthworm Jim, Reboot, JNCO, The Yo-Yo With a Brain, STREET SHARKS
I wouldn't be thinking about any of this if I'd slept last night.
Cultural nostalgia is a capitalistic construct. Just wait a few more years and I guarantee you they'll try to sell us back the 90s in the same calculated, sadistic manner they did the 80s. But damn! Hugs. Those things had the strangest aftertaste.
I'm going to leave you with the declaration that when I was about seven I asked my parents for a baby doll for Christmas. I haven't thought about this in years upon years, but I got one. It was a particular brand that I saw in some catalogue. I think it was called a Gemini Baby. I have no idea what happened to it. Anyway, I'm fairly certain I'm not gay, so this just reaffirms our suspicions that I am completely out of step with everybody in the world.
(Achtung J. Albrecht- I forgot to mention Blake Stone, Chasm: The Rift and Damage, Inc. And what the fuck was the name of that game we used to play with the time travel where you fight a t-rex and samurai and assorted other historical foes using period weapons? It's driving me insane trying to remember it.) |
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| Rogue + Peasant Slave |
[Apr. 26th, 2007|11:19 am] |
April April April. It's meds time again. My own company bores me nearly dead. I walked into this lobstertrap but like a lobster I can't walk out of it. Do you know what I mean?
It's not the malaise that gets to me, it's the fact that I seem to desire it on some level. I'm too effete to struggle. Self-betrayal is the least forgivable. Do you know what I mean?
I don't feel sorry for myself. You have to know what your self is to feel sorry for it. You at least have to confirm its existence. I'm not writhing on the floor. I'm not even frowning. I'm just sitting, doing nothing, dreading any of the things that might help. Do you know what I mean?
My life looks so good on paper; I can't even look it in the eye. I've been saying the same thing over and over in this digital nook for like three years. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?
Nope. Even communication fails me. When you can't name your devils where does that leave you? Oh-ho! |
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| I like emotions but I hate moods |
[Mar. 27th, 2007|11:06 am] |
It's been a while. Did you miss me? Does anyone even read this? I guess that's not really the point.
I have a little yellow stuffed rabbit. I found it on the pavement. I think some East Side brat dropped it out of his pram. It's mine now.
I was up all night writing an essay that's not due for a week. The date on the syllabus was wrong. This is the second time that's happened, and in the same class, no less.
I'm way, way addicted to smoking. It is neither comforting nor discouraging to be so.
I sort of miss small-town living. I feel very microscopic here. Not a bad thing, I suppose. It's strange to live alone. There are no rituals, just oneself and all this time and a huge city. All I do in New York is watch Bill Hicks videos on YouTube and politely decline to flirt with coeds. Sometimes I smoke pot or pop occasional Addies. I do homework, too, such as it is. I've basically just been transported across a continent to live in a skyscraper with a thousand or so people I don't really know. I feel like I'm in a Kafka novel, I really do.
Honestly I'm in a bit of an existential crisis. What else is new! The part of my brain I actually listen to (over all the banging pots and pans of the other parts) tells me things'll work out fine and I believe it. It's great to be alive and this may not be the noblest country in the world but at least it's not boring. I'm told it's actually quite colorful.
I love my girlfriend. She's incandescent and I think she has me sort of figured out. She's moving to New York in 2 weeks. Doubtless she'll make life a bit more interesting. In the meantime I'll keep reading. It helps. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 7th, 2007|12:35 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | double feverish | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Iron and Wine | ] |
I was laying in bed just now and I mapped out a pretty eloquent series of statements, but I realized that all I really want to say is fuck and also shit. Not because I probably have Strep, but that doesn't help matters much.
Fuck
Shit |
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| Uh |
[Dec. 25th, 2006|06:13 pm] |
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Peace and good fortune be with everyone this holiday season and I hope next year is (optionally: even) better than this one. Keep the jakes off ya ass, you heard? |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 4th, 2006|05:20 am] |
don't ever fade away!
don't ever fade away!
don't ever fade away!
don't ever fade away!
fade away!
fade away!
fade away!
fade away!
fade away!
fade away!
fade away! |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 26th, 2006|05:04 pm] |
"Opposing armies would gather facing one another and first boast of their prowess; the battle would sometimes become a verbal war. Diodorus Siculus wrote: 'And when someone accepts their challenge to battle they proudly recite the deeds of valour of their ancestors and proclaim their own valorous quality, at the same time abusing and making little of their opponent and generally attempting to rob him beforehand of his fighting spirit.' "
It's afficial- the Celts invented rap-battling. |
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| there is something i wanted to tell you/it's so funny you'll kill yourself laughing |
[Nov. 24th, 2006|10:02 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | hell | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | black | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Morrissey- Come Back to Camden | ] |
I think I may give up on the old novel, on account of I've got a history paper due on Tuesday and I'm working every night in the interval. unless I can write 35,000 words in the three days following that. maybe I can. I donno.
in other news, i wish i was drunk. there's a party tonight, but i don't think going to it is very realistic at this point because I have no idea how to get to EPA this time of night.
and by the way:
'Your leg came to rest against mine,
Then you lounged with knees up and apart
And me and my heart-
We knew, we just knew,
For evermore.'
oy, esteban! |
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| Investigative Reports |
[Nov. 20th, 2006|10:59 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  bitchy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Leah | ] |
SOMETIMES I GET REALLY FRUSTRATED AT THINGS!! whoa
i just applied to college. writing novels is difficult. my job is really easy. i'm tired all day, even with twelve hours average nightly sleep.
also, ALPHA FLIGHT
yes no yes yes yes yes no no maybe?
i want to start a no-wave band.
My girlfriend thinks Minnie Mouse is an inadequate mate for Mickey Mouse because she'd rather date him. I'll beat him up! |
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| i gotcha back but you best to watch ya front! |
[Nov. 10th, 2006|05:55 pm] |
I spent the afternoon lamping around the grounds of my comfortable suburban home watching the streaks in the sky elongate with the hours, smoking cigarettes and listening to the GZA rap about crack deals. I kept running into my Mom picking sunflowers and collecting compost. Juxtapositions are amazing.
Xiu Xiu tonite (with any luck)! |
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| i wander through your sadness gazing at you with scorpion eyes |
[Nov. 8th, 2006|01:59 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Queen Siouxsie the First | ] |
so it would appear that despite being conclusively racist, sexist, homophobic and the star of "The 6th Day," Arnold Schwarzenegger is being reelected by an embarrassing majority, once again proving that personal character and competence are minimal considerations for voters in the face of slippery charisma and meaningless, incomphrehensible reform plans tailored by a some think tank to please as many people as possible (also, being ripped as fuck).
on the plus side, proposition 86 would appear to be floundering so you can breathe easy, smokers. oh! wait! no you can't because you smoke. |
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| Scoop! |
[Nov. 5th, 2006|05:38 am] |
I've found something to do. I mean besides everything I have to do.
This bullshit again.
Good night. |
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| i am the dumbest bitch on the planet/on the second floor landing sweating buckets |
[Nov. 4th, 2006|07:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | vaguely agitated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Xiu Xiu- Apistat Commander | ] |
I think I got hypochondria, but I could be imagining it.
days are never as productive as i'd like them to be. that's ok.
I bet I could write something pretty gifted right now if I had anything in particular to say.
Here's something for you. Here's something else. All right alright!
I bought a plane ticket to HP Lovecraft's hometown today. |
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