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[27 Nov 2003|10:39am] |
happy thanksgiving, kids! the new el jay name is
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2-4 inches? that's all there is...
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| you can't bang a whoosh |
[27 Nov 2003|12:40am] |
WHOAAAAAAAAA.
PLEA FOR PEACE TOUR 2004 (April-June 2004)
Featuring: Cursive, Desaparecidos, Mike Park
http://www.musicforamerica.org/
you guys. that's cursive. and desaparecidos. in ONE NIGHT. kasher + oberst. oh god.
how excited am i???
thai food is good. especially coconut ice cream wi/ fried bananas. and making a very high jeff formerly of everafter play HUH and zoom and other theatre games was a blast. we saw a drug deal go down. we watched the e! true hollywood story of johnny depp.
all in all, an excellent night. thanksgiving. food. mm.
oh my god. cursive and desaparecidos. TOGETHER! i am gonna cream my panties. shit bitch, that is my jam. and it should be yours too. wow.
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| family oriented like a pack of bears |
[26 Nov 2003|12:13am] |
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thank you reid.
kyan is super hot. did anyone else notice that huge bulge strapped onto jai's crotch tonight? and carson...he was wayyy off. thom was at the top of his game.
watching queer eye with the crew is always a blast. it's also cirque week. so we cirqued it up pre-queer eye. fun times.
<33333 reid.
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| fires outside in the sky |
[24 Nov 2003|11:43pm] |
i love people-watching. this evening, a family came through the line speaking such a wonderful sounding language. it was marvelous. and they were all handsome men and women. i wanted to blurt out, 'ohmygod i love that language! what are you speaking?" i think it was italian.
a man and his daughter came through the line. she was so pretty. she had two long black braids and pearly white teeth and bright little eyes. i wanted to give her father my address and say, "send me a picture and a letter every year. i want to know who she grows up to be."
this semester is almost over. one full semester left until i'm done with high school forever.
post-secondary institution, here i come.
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[22 Nov 2003|04:10pm] |
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you know, these words don't have to tell a tale
otherwise i'd drown in them, trying to find new ways to describe your eyes
i'd suffocate in the buzzing
writhing
silence stretched taut - a live wire- snapping between us
no, we can just trace ourselves--
outlined in y's and o's and u's
until we reach the top of the hill
no stories, just silhouettes.
( party like it's 1999 )
who started the Duke application today? yeAH. i'm almost finished. go me. who gets to see the laramie project tonight? yeAH. i think tomorrow i'm gonna see the opera at uncg, so if anyone cares to join me, let me know. and later tonight...CHICAGO.
pop-six-squish-uh uh-cicero-lipschitz
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| art bin |
[20 Nov 2003|08:10pm] |
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Post anything that you want (as a comment to this post), and post it anonymously.
Anything. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love - anything.
Be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post twice if you'd like. Then, put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say.
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i want to be in a musical. any musical. i'm not asking for broadway. school production is fine by me. i just want to do it once. (that will probably lead me to want to do it again. but for now, i only want to try it once.)
so. i am going to get some vocal training.
and in the winter variety show, i'm doing the cell block tango (i'll just be in the background. that's probably for the best.) we haven't even gotten started on it yet. but we're thinking...red light on the cyc. heels and fishnets. two big rolling panels of jail bars. stools to stradle. we're thinking...spinning and flipping and seductive hip-wiggling...it's going to be hott....well, it's supposed to be. i hope it is.
q and not u tomorrow. holla.
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| hey oh |
[18 Nov 2003|07:56pm] |
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( baby i got your money, don't you worry )
sigh.isn't he dreamy? jack effing kerouac. i need to read tristessa. and then, i will read naked lunch and the electric kool aid acid test.
because i've always wanted to. and i will finish reading all that salinger. and i will read 1984 and atlas shrugged. oh. and my summer reading. i have english next semester. pft.
sometimes i doubt my abilities. will i get into duke? will i be successful there? and after duke? after i'm "educated," will i be successful in the world? will i live up to my potential and do something worthwhile? then i get over it. i'll end up in the right place somehow. i dont have any reason to believe otherwise. i mean, here i am in the middle of guilford county with the best friends ever, and i haven't done anything particularly great that entitles me to this glorious era in my life...i just have it. it worked out this way. and i don't like to say things happen for a reason. (when you look at the whole scope and scale of the world...that just seems like hollow bullshit. "god has a plan..blah blah blah.." oh, he does, does he? what a shitty plan. the holocaust, 9/11, the AIDS epidemic, george w. bush...forgive my parenthetical tangent.) but i guess...somewhere in the workings of the universe, some cogs are turning and clicking and settling into place, and the fit is so perfect. i am excited about life.
i am also excited about the new episode of queer eye. sorry. i love that show. i am excited about college. i am excited about getting a paid lj account (for 2 months) so i can get a new code. i am excited about getting my ears gauged. i am excited about turning 18.
yay life.
fyi. i read a lecture in psych. basically, later-born children (like the younger siblings) are no good. they are cynics/pragmatists who make lower grades than elder siblings and wind up in jail. and parents, don't feel obligated to love your kids. just make them feel valuable, and it doesn't matter that you don't really love them. hoo ha.
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| happy birthday, it's a paper golf bag and a butter dish! |
[16 Nov 2003|11:18pm] |
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i have found a scholarship to apply for.
http://www.octanecreative.com/ducttape/fashion/prom/
you make your prom dress out of duct tape. your date dresses in duct tape. if you're cool enough, you get $2500. just for going to prom in duct tape.
tonight i was showing jim chance a picture of kevin, where kevin looks particularly gay, and jim chance said, "your uncle jeff went through a stage like that."
and i looked up. "what? a stage like what? a gay stage!?" and the reply came, "he was gay. yeah."
my uncle jeff was a genius, went to princeton, was a chem prof. at vassar, and.. was gay. he had aids and died of complications (he got cancer..) and i never knew this until tonight. grandma never knew. my aunt never knew. sally and grandma used to talk about it: "d'ya think he's...nah, he couldn't be." even though he was living in a house with henry. henry was raised by his catholic grandmother, and had a weird religious fetish--there were big garish statues and icons of jesus and mary all over their house.
i wish uncle jeff were still here. he's always intrigued me. i used to look at his thesis when i was little, not because i could comprehend organic chemistry but because there were tons of funny little stick figure cartoons scattered on the backs of pages.
grandma should still be here as well. and grandpa. grandpa was an architect. and he and grandma used to live in saudi arabia, and all grandma did over there was play tennis and swim. she was really down for teh sexx. she once said the best thing about having sex while you are pregnant is that you can't get pregnant. and she was polish. and i'm named after her. and grandpa (also a jim chance) was so into architecture that when he and grandma went to the phillipines and other exotic places, he wasted rolls and rolls of film on buildings--windows, eaves, rooftops, spires, sidewalks, statues, ponds--and grandma would get angry that he never took her picture in front of any of the landmarks. grandma gave me things from kenya and madagascar to take to show and tell. she showed me the things she wore in saudi arabia..
they were all interesting people. and it's weird that my dad has lost so much of his family.
i've never really thought about how much that is. he's lost his youngest brother and both of his parents...
it's just..wow. such interesting people that i wish i had known more. and i guess i should learn more about my dad too...
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| i'm the ultimate death. i don't need to talk to you. |
[16 Nov 2003|10:45am] |
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let's see...in the last 3 days...i've been at school for about...hmmm, maybe 42 hours, somewhere in that ballpark.
my feet hurt, my arms are bruised, my face is scratched, my muscles are sore. but i had a damn good time. we hosted the regional theatre conference, so 10 other schools came to compete. we competed and good ol' fresh mat won best actor, we also got best actress and excellence in directing. so along with the kids at weaver, we're going to states in december. holla.
also, we hosted a dance. ostrowka and i came up big in the music department. "glass danse" was wildly successful. the ass romping was out of control. and "the apache" was fun for everyone. call it a tribute, if you want to.
i tried to get the hXc version of "baby got back," but no dice. we put a spotlight on al-don, as he broke it dooowwwwn.
in addition to all that madness, one of the judges, super flaming gay, looks strikingly similar to jim chance! so devon and i (since, you know, we look so similar) got him to sit for a family portrait. jim chance will laugh.
so, i'm a tad bit disappointed that i didn't get to hang out with the crew, but...i had a good weekend. and you will all be hanging out with me when everyone is home for thanksgiving.
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| break them in slowly |
[12 Nov 2003|10:39pm] |
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things i did today:
left ostrowka at home, causing him to miss first and second period
drove a nail through my right hand
got beasted by a stats test
got straight pissed at pompous smack talkin heirarchy-ignorin' little miss someone in journalism. damn superior attitude.
lifted platforms from 430-9. ow. my hands.
ate bread and water for dinner. i feel like such an impoverished refugee.
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| mobilization of participants for action |
[11 Nov 2003|10:18pm] |
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i am bored again, and i am trying to avoid studying.
hey, kids. my birthday shindig thing needs to be the weekend after thanksgiving. maybe saturday...the29th.
and add david. canrobotsdream
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[11 Nov 2003|11:25am] |
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everything is so boring. everything is the same.
well, this weekend was fun, what with all the friction festing and hanging out, and going to a poetry reading that never happened, and getting some owsome sunglasses from kevin. i'm not sure if they're fit to wear in public or not. i'm leaning towards not.
anyway. i'm tired of everything. except for strong bad. and good music. and fun people.
( to the limit )
todayyy....i go to visit carolina. word up.
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[05 Nov 2003|11:34pm] |
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this evening, i was seized by an overwhelming urge to listen to tom petty and the heartbreakers. so i broke out the greatest hits cd. and blared it through the streets of colony park. "mary jane's last dance," "listen to her heart," "something in the air," "free fallin." that cd is the first cd i ever loved. (the reason i don't count raffi is because i listened to him on cassette tapes.) i knew every little guitar part on that cd, i could sing every syllable. i was in 4th or 5th grade. i used to go around asking people if they'd heard of tom petty and the heartbreakers. kids my age. they just looked at me. some of them had heard of tom petty. they thought i was a loser....i loved that CD. one time i rearranged my room so that i'd have space for this hideous black bean bag chair. i wanted it in my room so i could sit there and listen to tom petty.
one time, ages ago, cindy and i had an AIM conversation about tompetty. no space in between his first and last name. i remember it. we weren't very well acquainted at the time.
in april, at cats cradle, bright eyes covered "listen to her heart." i laughed. and sang along.
so tonight, the music was good because it made me feel like i was happy and carefree and in fifth grade, and singing along with my mom...and at a bright eyes show on prom night...all at once.
( got my hurr did )
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[04 Nov 2003|08:59pm] |
blow me, soulseek! sorry reid.
boulton has an assortment--i would go so far as to say a smorgasboard--of cassette tapes on this table in his classroom...some tom waits, some s. o'connor, some elvis costello.
fuck you, mika. get back to studying. oh...i am excited about wearing my new skirt tomorrow. at least i will feel stylish while i fail the psych test.
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| and for you, ma'am? |
[03 Nov 2003|11:48pm] |
they come down the line, slowly, their rheumy eyes slowly taking it all in...they slow to a near standstill as they try to make sense of what they see before them.
"would you like a salad ma'am? salad for you, sir?"
they look up, bewildered. after an eternity of silence, during which they agonize and deliberate, they point vaguely.
"which one?"
hushed mumbling.
"which salad did you want?"
"wardoff."
"waldorf?"
"yeah, wardoff."
what, pray, are they trying to ward off? a case of ass-hat-itis? too late. we do not have any salad that goes by the name "wardoff." and for those who say seizure instead of caesar...well, i can cut them a little slack, i suppose, i mean, it is sort of hard to say. but still. wardoff. seizure. no, no and NO. it isn't apple salad. it isn't them apple thangs. it isn't wardoff. it's waldorf. waldorf. is it really that hard?
i think i'm in a good mood right now. yeah.
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[02 Nov 2003|07:08pm] |
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i'm in this weird state of limbo. all weekend, i've felt bad. so i go get in bed, and just sort of...blehh out for about 3 hours.
then i get out of bed, and i'm really groggy and tired. but i'm not sleepy, because i was just in bed. but i feel really crappy and want to be in bed...but...i'm too awake to get in bed...yurrrrgh. ewww.
i. hate. this.
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[31 Oct 2003|10:03pm] |
what a boring day.
had to work. it was super slow.
can't go out tonight by decree of the parents...
must study and go to bed early.
must do well on the sat II's tomorrow.
feel like absolute crap.
papa john's > dominos
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| Payment Received! |
[28 Oct 2003|10:19pm] |
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who just finished their carolina application and submitted it? ye-AH!
who has to take the SAT II's on Saturday? boo hiss. I could have sworn I wasn't taking them yet. So friday, I have to work, study, and go to sleep. Saturday I take 3 tests. fun.
HELL YEAH FINISHED THE APPLICATION....
it wasn't so hard. it was just...it worried me, trying to perfect my essays...gaah, but it's overoverover.
whew.
radiohead sounds like fall.
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[27 Oct 2003|11:43pm] |
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dammit, i hate fred phelps. he is a big bastard. www.godhatesfags.com is his website, and i despise him for his ignorance and his bigotry and grr. but in the words of wise-beyond-his-years brown shag, "ignorance--you cant aruge with it."
i have a sty, and owwww. my eye hurts.
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