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Aug. 29th, 2005 @ 02:21 pm
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I'm in college!Current Mood:  amazed Current Music: some strange tv commercial coming from campus center TV >.> |
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you see, this here's the text to the photo gallery i put up on myphotoalbum.com and flickr.com. i'd love to post the images i took in here, but i can't seem to figure out how, it's so sad. so anyway, i guess i'll just put up the website.
Flickr is better. Go there.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/40706320@N00/
On the way to new york. After realizing it was 5:07 and i still hadn't found a dress (low necks, halter tops, open backs and tank tops just aren't me. Lesson learned, yet again- a synonym for twenty-first century formal attire is mandatory skin exposure), I called lyssa, grabbed a suit and started out for EG. too bad she called me at the cranston exit with the news that I missed the boat. or, bus.
So I was driving off on 95 at the route 4 split, and I read the words new york on the 95 south sign. and i think, heck, why not.
so i do.
One of rahul's paintings. I stayed at his place for the night- he's got a nice little rentspace there. This one was leaning against the wall in the room adjacent to where I slept. I think it was his kitchen/unfinished-paintings room. But yes, the painting not yet completed.
He and his friend (girlfriend? who knows.) Gertrude picked me up on the sidewalk and we went out to get crepes. This Gertrude is an interesting character. Of course, so is Rahul.
After I told them about how I managed to end up in nyc (the dresses, suits, the bus and the boat, the route 4 split and the 95 new york sign), Rahul told me he thought that at the time, when I decided I'd drive off to new york, I was suffering from a quote, "temporary bout of insanity."
Quote that.
Rahul and Gertrude went out to move gertrude's car, so i set out to log his paintings. This on here's just a
paint-spattered canvas. If you're hannah you probably remember something I thought of when I saw this. Anyway, the tan base you see that makes up 90% of the canvas, is actually just canvas. interesting. I wonder if he stretched it himself. Hah, that was a dumb question.
Ah, I remember this one from one of the earlier versions of his website chroma.org. I love this one. that's a lampshade on the right. So anyway, I got to sleep right under it on the floor. A mattress on the floor, that is. The cat came to visit me before i could get on it and i ended up allergy attacked within two hours.
Encore a beautiful painting. This one was hanging out in the hallway outside his room(s). He saw me holding my cameraphone up to it as he was walking back to his room, and he just kind of stopped. I told him I was talking pictures of them to show my art friends, and "Do you mind?" "No." And he walks on.
Err, this one is dark in the photo (there was a spotlight to the left), but it's really not in real life. Anyway, just another one I caught in that hallway I mentioned earlier. I've got more, but the lighting is screwd. Can't see a thing.
Ah, my car on the other side of the fence. Rahul had a good time driving it three blocks to the parking lot the day before. But anyway, it's worth mentioning that on the morning this picture was taken, I was happy to have finally made friends with that crazy cat. I think she might have even forgiven me for stealing that bed.
My hand getting winded as we drove home. My mother came to drive me home. If I talked to you about this, I was right. She did actually come to escape someone, someone who incidentally was doing quite a fine job being very much himself- a jerk.
So mother came to drive me home. She ended up driving me insane as well.
Another one of my little musings in the car. What ticked me off was how the alignment of everything on my cell phone was so different than what you have here. It's about how photos are made out to be wider than they are tall, and my cell screen is made out to be taller than it is wide. So the cell just shows a cut-up of the actual photo you're taking. But that's okay. I'll get over it. But anyway, more media from the period of a mother chaffeuring.
Mileage block while coming back from providence. After the mother and I got home, I went to sleep for a while, woke up, and drove off to providence. Did i ever tell you men are sluts?
Back again in the garage. A final photo for the essay, accompanied by the future blues (which, if you didn't know, is a soundtrack).. |
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I've decided to stop writing for a while.
of course, not in general, just in public.
or, the public that is aim and livejournal.
it's kinda been in semi-effect for a while
and i was just kind of waiting it off,
but at this point, i believe it is official,
this is a temporary adjournment
of temporarsaij. |
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I'm alive, i'm just on metaphorical vacation.
Hopefully it will be over soon.
or fairly soon. |
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Date Unknown;
For the following 6 entries, the dates were approximated to fit chronologically between March 30th and May 17th 2005. The order is only an approximation.
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Whoa. I just figured out Bittorrent. I had never understood it before. Never. But all of a sudden, I click a mysterious button,
and it all becomes clear.
I'm amazed.
now i can continue my sister's tradition.
occasionally she gets me stuff. and what am i supposed to do, not do anything? that would be mean. you know, i may not like her, but i'm not randomly mean to her for no apparent reason (cough cough). it's all in respect for the old days, back when we were [Really] young. back when she was the same, i was the same, and i didn't see a lot of what was really there (example, my ancient love of blondie comics). and don’t get me wrong, I’m no justifying who she was back then either. i don’t know. i don’t really remember her that well.
He
hmm...
in the interests of kazaa and bitorrent i just instructed my computer to never automatically hibernate or go on standby. i wonder how this will turn out.
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mother calls.
that means we're leaving.
till another time, then!
(oh and, sorry to ruin the suspense, if there was any. . . . there kinda wasn't. okay, so um.
sorry for ruining the Flow. There we go!)
Now, then, I'm off!
ta-ta (which is actually the name of a big automobile manufacturer in india. it opened its first office in the us in new york recently. yay new york, even if it wasn't the city.)
and farewell.
Man, now i'm late.
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hmm.
i was telling a cute little anecdote about my mother today in the locker room, but nobody really got it. well, jessi said she did, but i think she might have just been humoring me...cause she's nice like that.
and then, right now, i was sitting thinking about something over here, and it occurred to me that i never mentioned the most crucial part of the story. Of course no one understood- I had completely forgotten to say the punchline!
hmm, it appears that i have such an innate ability to turn strangely humorous stories into massively confusing pieces of . . .nonsense.
ah, well. it takes all kinds.
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screw the catholics, i think we should have a woman pope.
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damn, why does life have to be so hard?
i mean, so decisionful?
so decisionful as to have such a hard decision??
This is so crazy.
Why am i doing this?
What is the Purpose!
There is none!
Everything is Nothing!!!!
HYPERVENTILATION, #$@!%?&!!
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April 6th, 2005
i think the answer is smith.
i think the answer is smith.
i think the answer is smith?
Gah! I've already eliminated so many! How can I choose between two now!!
I say we rig a time-warp so i can go through college twice, at both schools at the same time, and not miss anything!!!
First we'd have to create two me's, because otherwise I might go a bit crazy, but still I say we do it!
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April 30th, 2005
man, i'm pissed.
some mofo decided to take imaginaryjoe out as a gmail account. %#$@ them! no one's imaginaryjoe 'cept me!
bah. what the fruitness of it all...
smith 2009; wootey wootay ~_~
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May 1st, 2005
7:30 pm...
halleluiah!
hallelluiah!
Halleluiah!
Halleluiah!
Halle-luu uu uu uu yaaaaaaaaaaa......!!!
i've finally finished that mofoing book huck finn. Now this is a momentous event. except now i need to wirte up the heaps of quotes i underlined and little summaries for each of them , and all of that is 43 times! what is this... this is the reality of Tiscionean American Lit, darnit. (cont in profile)
and in other news ( a phrase that makes frequent appearances on this board, and i might add, is in pretty bad company, but i'll carry on nonetheless, here i go, ) four art pieces to work up and then a whole lot of organizing to do till the death of me! till the death of me!
and in addition to that, i have a whole year's load of amelotte work to till the dawn of time, too... the situation is not looking good. well? blast it! and blast huck finn for taking so long to read! and for inducing this whacked-out urge for me to use the word blast as a curse! Curses!!! Curses, Curses, Curses, Curses, Curses, Curses, Curses!!!
Nyeago!!!
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May 2nd, 2005
hey hey,
i'm pretty cool right now, because, darn, Hyperballad ^^
nothing to it~~
goddang it! >.?
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my computer hates me now that i've been to france.
i swear it does.
the internet only supports this nonsensical aim feature, no livejournal, no google, no warez, no aol, no nothing.
and that screws with my head because, i want to write online!
i have research to do! music to download! email to check! smith chats to attend! but no, no,
no, no, no, no.
my computer, has to hate me so.
i get, nothing!
nothing, dangit, i hate you computer, why do you have to. why do you have to fight me so.
::endless tears::
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why i luv my dog:
she loves kisses!
when you get really close to her, she stops moving and just flips her mouth around a bit, and she has this cute scruffy look on her, and then you lean in to kiss her, and you get all this reggiespit all over yourself, on account of the six-inch coat of reggie-spit she’s got hanging off her, and hey, i'm actually not a big fan of the reggiespit part, but hey, again, man, that's the price of a beautiful dog like the reggie.
she’s such a little wushzy.
why i hate my dog:
because she makes me die; my nose, my eyes, my throat, my ears. all die, death, death, death.
kind of like heavy metal music.
p.s. no, i have not listened to that cd, and hey, somehow, i get the feeling it might be a while.
any takers?
why i hate my dog:
because she makes me die; my nose, my eyes, my throat, my ears. all die, death, death, death, death.
kind of like heavy metal music.
p.s. no, that was not a completely and utterly random statement, eline and i went to some completely and utterly random music store in wakefield today, and i picked up a free heavy metal cd that yes, i did not know was heavy metal, and so i was looking at it in the car, no i was not reading while driving, we were parked, and it listed…: “the Martyrs, Bloody Maria
o, i have not listened to that cd, and hey, somehow, i get the feeling it might be a while.
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Tomorrow I’m going to register to vote!
This is so exciting, I’m finally going to be a registered member of the Democratic Party!
I’ll be a force for change!
A human being with power! Responsible for the allocation of $2 trillion in any possible purpose you can think of.
I have the power. I will lobby. I will join The Democratic Party. I will use my resources to exert my pressure on the people I put into office. And I will do what I can to find out about who I let make my decisions.
Ack, darnit, mother calls. How dare she interrupt my bout of exuberant patriotism.
Ooh, that last phrase sounded more painful than I thought. ::shiver:: read it again.
May. 12th, 2005 @ 03:16 am
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March 4, 2005
i got a letter today,
an invitation,
and the writing looked like you. . . .
heh, not really. but hey, i actually did get a letter. today/last night. it was from my french dude(tte). I guess she's a girl named Madeleine.
Man. I guess that means, there's no way I can pull out now.
Man, Damn, Man. I mean, how could I pull out on some girl who thinks she's getting some other American dude(tte) in this french trip? Yeah, that's right, I can't.
Well, I suppose that kind of . . . sucks.
But hey, she seems like a pretty cool person, though.
I guess that's what they call, the sunny side.
///\\\/\/\/\/\/And hey, if you actually got the little allusion there, man you are way damned cool.
\\\///\/\/\/\/\/Sure, but if you didn't, heck, fuck, you need my validation.
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March 6th, 2005
DAMN!
THERE IS FREAKING THUNDER IN MY HOUSE AND I DON'T KNOW WHY!!!!
Goddamn! It's so loud and real-sounding and man, it is Freaking me out. My father is fixing the stereo system with this other dude and there's star wars music and Thunder.
A lot of Thunder, and weird sound effects that sound too real cause it's so loud and It's weird.
It's like there's a dimensional shift and in the other room there's a bunch of B-52's and spaceships and some kind of very violent war.
It's shaking the house. it's weird. weird. weird.
but i wanted to tell a story. so um, i'll have to go into an away message.
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bah.
I'm getting a new screenname. because i would tell a story, but shoot, i can't!
I hate editing!
Bah!
errr...or censorship. . .
either way.
anyway.
so i'm getting a new screenname. and that's really sad, because i like temporarysai! temporarysai is totally the essence of myself-ness! and now it's gone. or will be gone. That's sad.
I don't know if i ever told you the origin of the name temporarysai. Well, It's storytime, then!
yah. so. back in the day, it was after the whole imaginaryjoe phase, and i was getting tired of telling people why imaginaryjoe is imaginaryjoe and so i was like, hey, i've gotta get a new screenname for AIM. cause AOl = not cool because they suck, so i've gotta get a screenname. yeah. so i couldn't think of a new name. it was kinda like that whole "beary" thing, like how when i was 5 i named my bear beary as a temp name cause i couldn't decide on what to name him. and so now, 13 years later, the guy's still named beary because i never really decided on a name, and after a while i realized it was too late. beary was beary, not anyone else.
and then there's the other part. At this point, i don't even know when i decided beary was beary, not anyone else. so i don't really know if it was like only a year later, and i was like 6, and i was saying, up, it's too late, i can't change it now, i'll only have him for a little while more, so yeah, can't change it now. but i really Could have changed it, but i was too short-sighted to think that way.
so yeah. temporarysai = beary. Wanted a name, couldn't think of a name, gave myself a tempname, tempname became my name.
and now i'm thinking hey, i'm temporarysai., it totally captures the essence of my life.
hey, speaking of the essence of my life, you know, that's why reggie's name is reggie, too. i spent two weeks deciding on what to call her, and gave her a temp name, reggie, to solve things for the moment, while i thought about it for the rest of my life. so mairin was like, hey, if you can't decide on a name i'm just going to start calling her reggie, because yeah. so she started calling her reggie and i started calling her reggie, and then two weeks later i was like, hey, can't change it now, even hell, i damn well could have. so yeah. essence of my life.
so herein ends another meaningless rant about nothing. i don't know how nothing can be so interesting that i can manage to talk about it all the time, but hey, i suppose that's because this is one of those outlets where hey, no one can really tell you to shutup, they can just go away. so i guess here is the only place where i can ever really get to the completion of an idea. whoa, that is way deep. but i guess it's true. here. . . well, maybe that and a journal, but yeah.. here is the only public place where i can ever really get to the completion of an idea. Interesting stuffs.
I like how i've got to the end of whatever idea i was talking about and basically, there's no point. that's what's cool about life, i say, that's what's cool about life.
talking in circles. you start with nothing build up to nothing, and end up in nothing. i guess that would mean i'm staying in one place then, like, with no circles. that's kind of sad. aw. very sad.
sad stuff.
oh, but hey, i remember now! I wanted to ask you, i waned to ask you for some suggestions! What should my new name be? I don't know. I can't think of anything.
Suggest Away!
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March 6, 2005
headache. . . the world is whirring. . . dizziness. . . the blurring of spatial relationships . . . did we have any english homework this friday?
i'm listening to such a beautiful song, i wish i could give it to you, it's so beautiful. . . .
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March 6th, 2005
burning cds.
it's fun.
i lost hannah's bjork/fiona apple cd.
i never even got to listen to it either, so the whole purpose of her giving it to me was lost. lost.
i suck.
but i don't suck.
because i've decided i should stop swearing so much.
so i guess i just um.
am bad.
i am bad.
anyway, there was a whole train of thought leading up to that decision, but i'm sure you don't care, and i've found out i don't really care, because all these trains of thought and philosophical musings never really get you anywhere, they get you nowhere, because you always end up in the same place, where you started out.
so that
is bad.
so anyway, i'm burning her a bunch of cds.
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i'm not really away, i just needed space to say this-
please suggest a new aim name!!
^-~
p.s. i have 8 blank cds left. anyone need any new music?
heh. i should make it like a free-gift for anyone who suggests a new aim name.
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but anyway, anyone have anything they want?
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i'm beginning to discover classical music.
do any of you listen to any of it?
what do you like?
any suggestions?
any songs you think are good?
or composers?
or anything like that,
please suggest.
thanks.
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March 7th, 2005
Quantus tre-e-mo-or e-est fu-u-turus
Dies irae, Dies illa
Quantus tre-e-mo-or e-est fu-u-turus
Dies irae, Dies illa
Quantus tre-e-mo-or e-est fu-u-turus
Quando judex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discus surus
Quantus tre-e-mo-or e-est fu-u-turus!!!!!
Dies irae, Dies illa!!!!!
Gahhhhhh!!!!
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March 9th, 2005
I Am Now At Peace.
Peace.
Goodwill to All, I Say,
Goodwill to All!!!
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March 10th 2005
Righto---
So, my Future is Set!
~~No Worries~~
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you know, I like Mozart, but Bach is just so much more fun to say^^
So, I propose Mozart be renamed Bach because then Mozart fans around the world could be like hey, Bacccccch is my fav.
Baccccccccch.
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Mozart- Allegra.
There are no words, and yeah, sure i could do the usual dun dun thing, but hey, i just don't feel like it.
Is it a different feel maybe? perhaps. but it's beautiful.
so anyway, i think i'll just be content with saying to you, wow, it's so beautiful.
skoshi.
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March 11th, 2005
btw, what i thought was a sign. . . a sign of how i got into smith, wasn't a sign of how i got into smith.
in fact, it wasn't really a sign at all.
so i'm still in waiting.
yeah.
it's eating me up inside. . .
only, not.
p.s. but the rumor about the NU is true^^
Now if I can just get that research paper done^^
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my car looks so stupid out there, sitting in the snow on my driveway.
foolish little thing.
looks like an abandoned experiment
my little abandoned car.
on inch of a little water-mush
and she thinks she can't do it.
the little wuss.
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March 12th, 2005
Darn! I wanna go to the library but it's so snowy!
I'll never get there alive!
Bah!
Bah!
Bah!
Hey, I just realized, maybe that's why I like Bach's name, Bacccch,
because is sounds like a more frustrated version of “Bah.”
Bacccch.
anyway, snow = sucks.
::is appalled by my own bad grammar::
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sors immanis
et immanis
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haha, i got that quote wrong.
im sorry, it's sors immanis
et innanis.
but i'm sure you really don't care.
(who cares if you care? I care.)
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the straightforward reality of a middle-aged drunk pop star
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anyone know how long msc is open until on the weekends?
im dying for some tea.
but, considering the noise level there. versus the whole RIC scene, I'd pick RIC.
but then there's a catch, RIC closes at 10, and it's 8 now, and it would literally take me about 3 hours to get there in this snow,
and i'm not even sure i'm willing to die like that.
maybe after i finish this paper.
maybe.
but i'd rather take LSD.
anyway.
so does anyone know when this msc place closes.
it'd help a lot.
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March 13th, 2005
hmmm. . . cereal at 10:30 pm.
dinner or late-night snack?
Dinnack?
Dinnack.
Dinnack'd.
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March 14th, 2005
To remind myself that I Exist:
be like elton: Sai, I would like to take a moment to let you know how much I thoroughly live for your profiles.
temporarysaij: heh
temporarysaij: that was random
be like elton: yeah.
temporarysaij: but thanks
be like elton: no problem.
temporarysaij: i appreciate it too
temporarysaij: apparently the Loom comment has inspired nick to burn me a cd
be like elton: ideal!
be like elton: it inspired me to listen to Loom.
temporarysaij: oooh cool
temporarysaij: that's a good inspiration
temporarysaij: glad to have been part of it!
be like elton: me too man, me too.
temporarysaij: anyway, so i guess that means i'll totally keep writing my profiles.
temporarysaij: (but my research paper for now!!!!!)
temporarysaij: (scream of death!!!)
be like elton: and your livejournal, too, please.
be like elton: :-)
be like elton: ok! go!
temporarysaij: ohkay!
be like elton: go write, sai!
temporarysaij: yay, that's happy because i didn't think anyone read the journal.
temporarysaij: thanks for the inspiration.
temporarysaij: laterssssss
be like elton: anytime, anytime.
be like elton: bye!
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March 19, 2005
My mother’s reaction to her calling me dumb-
"sorry mola, but you made me call you dumb."
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March 21, 2005
the most beautiful part of sulk, from the bends. the most beautiful beautiful part of sulk, it's so beautiful.
oh, man, you should listen to it,
the last very last verse of Sulk.
Sometimes you sulk, sometimes you burn
God rest your soul
When the loving comes and we've already gone
Just like your dad, You'll never change
who says radiohead is sad? if life is sad, it's better than death, so i say, beautiful. beautiful. beautiful. beauty in the tragic meaninglessness of life. it's nothing, yet everything- That's beauty.
so at times thom's lyrics may not be the most eloquent of writing, but it's the way he says them, spreads them, stretches them into meaning, a form, a beautiful form of life. it's the sound of his voice, the bends, and his weaving mangled rhythms churning themselves into something that's almost even a different language. it's a vision that's his, the world's, the bends, the beautiful truth of being alive.
from polyethylene, on the bends,
I'll miss your glow as I unsettle
oh, and I'll always feel, I will always be
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Cafeing!
boy, I hope providence is cold!
I love the feeling of a cold providence on a spring Night (although fall is 1026198362892 times cooler)!
and no, i don't mean cold cold.
i mean cold like a fall wintry night!
mmmm, so good.
goodnight all!
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well, apparently someone has been tinkering with my computer... (tinkerbelle? hey, how do you spell tinkerbell? bel? bell? belle? tinker belle? [note the space]) because it is definitely not one hour and 40 minutes early. i definitely thought it was!! or something like that. Earlier that 8 pm!
Geez., So I'm all ready to go to providence, and "experience the night air," and then all of a sudden i look at my phone and it like practically agrees with my comp. and i'm like, wait a minute,
that's impossible, because my phone is supposed to be the one that I Can't change....and then i'm just like, Darn. (Cens.) so that is bad. (...)
anyway.
so i guess this means, more time to think! and write!
and....work and everything else.
but whatever, you know?
more time to think and write^^
::thinks positively::
Mar. 31st, 2005 @ 07:27 pm
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Yes!
I would like to say that,
while I originallyh thought that mp3 Player + Computer = Absolute $%@!&#,
Today I have finally overcome that Problem!!
Muahahaha!!!!
p.s. my approach to solving delicate technical problems: Delete, Delete, Delete!!! Muahahaha!
Take That you foolish son of a Trash Can!!!
::bitchslapp'd::
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hmmm. it appears that i was wrong.
mp3 players + Computer = ultimate death.
you know, you can fight, and fight, and fight....
and in the end, it all comes down to nothingness.
nothingness.
i feel that the blues would be an appropriate genre for right now.
here's to the saving graces of windows media player.
and to its %&#$@!? Windows Media Audio Formats.
Da(r)n Them.
Mar. 25th, 2005 @ 05:36 pm
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lavender bylines: hahaha
temporarysai: gtg work on my.... research paper ; ; ;
temporarysai: heh
temporarysai: three eyed smiley
temporarysai: weird
temporarysai: ogres.
temporarysai: hey, ogres is a weird word.
lavender bylines: ok bye!
temporarysai: ogres.
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ogres.
Sounds like Arghsss, only no one really says Arghs, so not really. but it would be cool if someone said Arghs because then they could say ogres.
Ogres.
i think i'm going to say it anyway.
and arghs, too.
only arghs isn't as cool as ogres.
ogres is just cool..
Ogres.
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I just looked up ogres on wikipedia, and it had a picture of shrek under the word ogre.
i was wondering if and ogre really would have three eyes. Apparently, the don’t necessarily have to have an odd number of eyes. Odd meaning weird. Maybe you would call that smiley face thing a triclops.
But ogre is still a very cool word.
And i didn't know shrek was an ogre. then again, maybe i did. but anyway, i had never really realized the weirdness of that word until now. interesting.
and there's another interesting thing. the article mentioned some strange Pygmy ogre called Negoogunogumbar. Yes, I spelled that right. Strange, huh? Very strange. They didn’t have a clarifying article about this Negoogunogumbar guy. If they did, I would have read it. The google search will have to wait for some other time.
But I did find out that a pygmy is a small human. I was under the impression that Pygmy was a kind of bird like a pigeon. Or some sort of greek bird-human. But there again, I was wrong. They’re only just short people who live in central Africa, and some parts of southeast asia. I feel like Mr collins mentioned that before, and I couldn’t get over the feeling of a small bird. Like a pigeon. Or some sort of greek bird-human. But like I said, I was wrong. And the only relation pygmies have to the Greeks is the origin of the word: “pygmy (from Greek pygmaios, “fist-sized”, a kind of dwarf in Greek mythology). Too bad it wasn’t a bird-dwarf.
Links:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ogre
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pygmy
postscript: i hate writing lj entries/away messages in Word. it automatically capitalizes things for me. Fools!
I fixed the Mr. Collins part, but the rest, c'est quoi? see how the i's are capitalized after a certain point? and the beginnings of sentences, and all the rest? Grammar is only for Me to Create! The fools...
so in truth, this entry is not in fact the real thing. It makes me sad.
Foolish Microsoft.
Mar. 24th, 2005 @ 07:07 pm
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i don't like it when it gets dark out.
you know, it really is true.
time Is my greatest enemy.
that and maybe....decisions!!!!
::aaaaaaaaaah, i'll never have time!!!::
...which takes me back to the time issue.
Mar. 24th, 2005 @ 06:36 pm
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he most beautiful part of sulk, from the bends. the most beautiful beautiful part of sulk, it's so beautiful.
oh, man, you should listen to it,
the last very last verse of Sulk.
Sometimes you sulk, sometimes you burn
God rest your soul
When the loving comes and we've already gone
Just like your dad, You'll never change
who says radiohead is sad? if life is sad, it's better than death, so i say, beautiful. beautiful. beautiful. beauty in the tragic meaninglessness of life. it's nothing, yet everything- That's beauty.
so at times thom's lyrics may not be the most eloquent of writing, but it's the way he says them, spreads them, stretches them into meaning, a form, a beautiful form of life. it's the sound of his voice, the bends, and his weaving mangled rhythms churning themselves into something that's almost even a different language. it's a vision that's his, the world's, the bends, the beautiful truth of being alive.
from polyethylene, on the bends,
I'll miss your glow as I unsettle
oh, and I'll always feel, I will always be
skoshi.
Mar. 21st, 2005 @ 05:52 pm
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Totally Awesome Song: Fantasie Impromptu- Chopin.
Check it out.
Only none of you will, cause none of you have shareware.
Bah!
(Bach?)
I hate you all!!
- - - - - - -
you know what i Really hate?
(besides "you all")
"cause"
cause it sounds like "Cause," the Real verb.
or more like "cause," the Real verb in french.
but "because" just sucks (No Swearing! It's bad.)
but "because" is bad.
and "coz" just. . . is bad.
and so is Cuz, cause it sounds like the mofo form of Cousin.
(mofo is not a swear.)
(it's related to a swear, but not a swear.)
So, anyway, I really hate the word "cause."
Mar. 17th, 2005 @ 04:16 pm
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aim log- Ahhh! Gravelin!!!
Ahhh!
Mr. Gravelin got a call from Vistas!
about me... (god, i hate this trip! It's so much more Stress than anything else!! Restrictions!!)
::Drives herself insane::
so anyway, because i haven't written back to that email yet, the mother called vistas
and vistas called him
and bah.
restrictions.
people being responsible for you!
i can't stand it!
i really can't....
help!
anyway, so this girl emailed me 2 weeks back
but i had the research paper to be stressing over, so i didn't email her back, which now i see was a very stupid move, because now mr gravelin got yelled at (even though it wasn't yelling) and yes.
french trips.
i knew this was a bad idea.
people being responsible for you.
i don't see why
people just don't leave me
alone.
he called me and told me to email the kid
and now he hates me because i skip his class
and don't do his homework
and he yelled at me today about going on the fieldtrip.
and about how i skip his class.
(even though it wasn't yelling).
Mar. 17th, 2005 @ 03:00 pm
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heart my icon.
have you not seen it?
im me just for the purpose of seeing it.
it makes me happy.
i've been wanting to say that for a week.
and a number of other things, but that was the most pressing.
the most emotional.
the most significant.
and now that the researchpaper is over,
i shout it to the World!
I Heart My Icon!
Do you hear it?
Hear it!
I love it.
wow, i think i'm a little too attached to my icon.
weird.
but anyway.
it's a good icon.
you should see it.
Mar. 17th, 2005 @ 02:49 pm
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i'm happy now. (kudos to lyric recognition!!)
i uploaded all the music from the 7-year-old computer (p.s. which was a lot less than you'd think, because the poor thing has memory issues, and things like that, so don't get too excited. this isn't napster-era kind of stuff) onto this one!
it's so fun.
so now i'm listening to the old days of kazaa, beautiful days, weren't they?
well, anyway, my collection (collection? how elitist! you don't "collect." Disgusting.) (Society.) (Class.) (Restrictions...) (Guilt.) has grown by about 175 songs!
exciting!
there's a lot of Great Rare (as in, downloadable rare, heh. remember, don't get to excited!) Radiohead (ex, Fast Track), some chilipeppers, spongebob squarepants??? (mairin...), final fantasy stuff, and some random jazz mixed in (yes, mairin again).
Interesting stuff.
I will have to make a new round of radiohead cds, i'll get on that eventually.
oh, and by the way,
if i've promised you a radiohead cd,
let me read you a line from an old amnesty international card of mine:
"Do not be discouraged.
You are not forgotten."
Mar. 16th, 2005 @ 08:04 pm
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DUDE!
There is Totally Indian Fusion on the Pre-Loaded Music of my MP3 Player!!!
That is, It's Totally In Hindi!!
Ha, that totally makes me happy.
It's so funny.
and good, but still, That's so cool^^
Kabhi Naee!
Ha.
- - -
some loser on Warez thinks Mozart is spelled Motzart.
Makes me think Potzart.
No comment on that.
- - -
oh, oh, i have a message for you:
do you remember when i was talking about how i'm a brown oreo?
it was a very not politically correct conversation, but that's okay!
Kinda.
anyway, the point was, do you remember?
Well, that little instance with indianness preloaded, etc, etc,
totally made me think of how, i'm not really a brown oreo.
I'm really a brown oreo with brown inside.
maybe it's mixed.
Okay, so, maybe I’m a brown oreo with brown inside the white.
That would be sad.
But that’s not true!
Oh I know.
I’m a brown oreo with mixed inside the white.
But can you really mix brown and white?
You only get a tint of brown. ; ;
That’s sad.
But then, maybe it’s Swirled!
Wow.
That’s deep.
So I guess Character really can be reduced to a cookie.
Simplistic Animals.
Mar. 16th, 2005 @ 07:33 pm
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Feb 2
so. everything is over, you say ?
i beg to differ.
research papers, St. John's App, the science of BSing APs, Art portfolios to No End, and a full half-year of Monsieur Collins???
well, that's okay.
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Feb 11
nyeago---
remind me to tell you a story about a certain teacher we all know i don't like. but not now, because i'm feeling a bit bland. in a daze.
look at something and then realize you were never really looking at it at all.
i suppose this is where i proceed to buy myself something i don't want for a reason I can't acknowledge myself.
l'ennui ignoble du bourgeoisie.
what the fuck.
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Feb 13 (on feb 12, ma bonne anniversaire)
spent the day hanging with jess and bridget going to dramas.
couldn't hear the first one because too many people were talking.
saw lots of kids and gid play danny at the second one. and one other minor detail, but i am sure you have heard of it by now.
visited bridget with jess at the store.
souped at pinelli's.
bought birds of paradise.
went to a third one and saw lots of people crying..
gave a bird of paradise.
spent the night infiltrating the jessie-bridget-nick-eliza group.
gave in to a dog too cute to resist.
spent the night sniffling.
blew out a candle with bridget at jessie's request (aw).
thought that was cute.
followed bridget home with pepsi in hand.
suffered from mild paranoia that i might end up on the other side of the road.
did not get caught by the Police.
downed a Sudafed.
checked some email.
read some webnews.
went to bed..
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Feb 13th
bah. mother shut my comp off.
sad b/c msc apparently.closes at 8 on sundays now. joined the club at 7 or so and sat at a far-away table so as to not distract lyssa. that worked for about three seconds. moved over to a table across from lyssa (as opposed to sitting at the same table) in hopes of not distracitng lyssa. that lasted all of 0 seconds. oh well. you can't say i didn't try. kind of sad though, because this house is do damned Loud and msc is so damned closed. and because i only got like 3 sentences written down. the number three? that must be...a literary device.
in other words, i'm bored and i have a lot of work to do, so i suppose i'll call hannah and try putting my mind in hmmm, say, neutral
pey. es.
when i say i went to three plays this weekend i mean lyssa's senior project11:45 +2:00 +7:00. not the friday one. apparently that needed clarification. well. there you go.
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Feb 14
message to those responsible for the "most applicants submit 5-10 pages of essays" St. John's application:
You Crafty Little Fuckers.
[end]
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Date Unknown;
anywhere from at or up to four weeks before february 15th.
Estuans interius ira ve-hementi
Estuans interius ira ve-hementi
Sephiroth!
Estuans interius
ira ve- hementi
Estuans interius
ira ve- hementi
Sors immanis
Et inanis!!
du nuh nun nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh
du nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh
du na da na da na da na da na
da na da na da na da na da na
dun dun dun dun dun dun dunnnnn
dun dun dun dun dun dunnnnn
Veni, veni, venias,
Ne me mori facias
Veni, veni, venias,
Ne me mori facias
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feb 16th
today my voice sounds really annoying.
it's got this whole "let's make her talk in a really high annoying pitch" thing going on, and man, there is just one word for it:
annoying.
call me and listen to how really sounds! I guarantee whatever voice you're thinking about right now doesn't even compare!
465-7012
(yes, because I Actually Found My Cell Phone!!)
(now, if i could just locate my keys...)
(i miss them)
that reminds me.
i had a really fun time driving home from mock trial (after i dropped off some mocktrialees). Too much fun. It was dangerous. Very Dangerous. I mean, i didn't speed or anything, but with the music, and sun setting(ish) and the road, and the sunroof down, and the windows...yeah. I think i need a sobering-up. I'm thinking this is Dangerous.
p.s. anyone wanna carpool to the GSA thing? lol.
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feb 19th
i was just walking around, innocently sipping at my tangy orange juice when all of a sudden it occurred to me that the bland yellow color and sloshy consistency of the juice was just the same as that of the mixed egg yolks with which my sister makes her characteristic chocolate cream cake.
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Feb 22nd
joining the rank and file of all you law-abiding citizens!
postscript: renewing my driver's license.
on a beautiful early wednesday morning like this, you could be thinking, wow, this day is just the kind of day to go visiting new york.
or you could be thinking, damn, this day is just the kind of day that reminds you just how much you hate research papers.
postscript: damn the research papers!
Post-postscript: “You do it to yourself.”
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Feb 25th
shup. it's too bright out to be cynical.
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damn, somebody tell me why it has to be so dark out at 6pm. . . .
i'm so cold.
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March 4, 2005
whoa. . . just watched an indian western. . .
Scary.
Really scary.
In the end the man wanted to kill the bandit for revenge. . . but he didn't.
damn. I thought he should've killed him for revenge.
For revenge.
You shoulda seen it.
Scary, Scary stuff.
anyway, waking up early tomorrow (today) to go out French testing. fun fun fun. All i'll be able to think about is that scary man. that and how much he should've Killed the other Man!!! Killed the Other Man!!!
Dammit, these damn Indians don't know how to make a damn western movie.
- - -
but now i've woken up, and i know all i'll be able to think about will be my strange dream. . . Strange Dream.
Yes, but that's a bore for some other time.
Feb. 28th, 2005 @ 07:12 pm
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Jan 8th
Jut got back form mock trial. that was fun! ::whoo hoo::
I made a new little junior friend today. except she was a sophomore, but she was cool. i Dropped her off and then i realized she lived in the art internship house.
Know the art house kid?
Well, that's who I met today.
Social accomplishment of the day.
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Jan11th
I'm taking the liberty of updating you on the latest developments in the Glue Wars.
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I lost another battle.
Thinking myself bold enough to take on the Ultimate Challenge of the Mini Glue Gun, i brought it over to Steph's house and resolved to complete my entire french puppet using glue gunnishness. I began my first project trying to affix hair onto a black cardboardish hat. A Note here is important: never underestimate the enemy. After no more than the first try, i was hopelessly tangled in a morbid mess of synthetic doll hair and plasticy glue gun glue at temperatures of above 100 degrees. I suck immensely. Immensely. I gave up on the hair and hastily pinned the hat down on the sock, only to find that yes, i was owned yet again: the glue had settled, and the hat was sat crooked on the little puppethead. I ignored my failures and tried to move on. Attaching Ligniere's clothing, I found that I had overestimated the length of the puppet's neck, and that the intended shirt was now superglued in the position of Pants. Failure number Three. This I had to fix. I yanked the shirt/shorts off and began again, this time with a more concentrated effort, i couldn't lose now, not after that Evilly Malicious Glue Gun had tripped me up twice in a row! I had to succeed, and put the stupid Gun in his place. And I did. I successfully applied glue wit only a modicum of phoosy-foo to tie me up. Proud of my hard-earned accomplishment, I cautiously attempted to continue the good-luck streak, beginning the gluing-down of the arms, and, Gasp, I completed the task in less than a minute's time! Beautiful. After smacking on the eyes and nose with relative ease, I got up tried to contain the urge to break out in an impromptu Dance of Victory in the middle of Steph's bedroom. But I spoke too soon. I picked up my glue gun, ready to toss it in my bag with a Throw of Victory at least, and was immediately Scalded by the Glue Gun's Metal Tip. And so now, here I sit, typing you this report of life in the battlegrounds, as my poor war wound scurries above the keyboard in atrociious, blisterful reminder of the vicious evil that is War.
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Jan 11th
Went to Steph's house to finish the French puppet. Read her college app essay and Thought about the deepness of life.
It was... inspiring.
Scalded myself with a glue gun (and we all didn't see that happening)
Thought more about life.
Deep Stuff.
Listened to Steph's bro play piano. even though he had only been playing for three years, He was really good. The song was...interesting.
Listened to a good cd on the way back home. i miss it now.
Didn't get caught by a police officer for driving without a license.
Did get mom-burned for losing my wallet.
Did copy my passport.
Did not do my math homework yet.
Am Leaving, obviously, to Do my math homework.
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Jan 12th
Why don't I speak Japanese? All I ever wanted to do was quote this stupid song! That was it! Was that really ever that much to ask???
I hate japanese!!
I hate different languages!
I want language-translating brain software!
I am a stupid American Immediate-Satisfaction-Guaranteed Yuppie-Daughter!
Sigh. I should really try to focus more.
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Jan 12th II
Sometimes I wonder whether I am the only dude in the US that has not finished her college app essay yet.
Or sent in one app.
Sometimes I wonder.
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Jan14th
We all knew it was going to happen...and it uh, kinda did.
I cracked up on - - - - - - -
Poor stupid racist-prejudiced-bigoted-egotistical-chauvinist-male pig.
Ah, i know i can't stand the guy, but you shouldn't....
Aw, but damn! I can only be so nice! I'm sorry, man, but there's only so much of that kind of people I can take...and then i crack...man i could see it coming...darn him! He Made me do it! There's only so much you can take! Only so much you can take, I say...
He just kinda got up after and, um, left the room. I bet he would've punched me if I wasn't a girl. well, anyway, that's what steph told me he said. I feel bad. aw, man, i try to be a nice person! I really do! but there's only so much I can take, and then it's just, I can't...
I couldn't, dammit.
I knew this - - - - - - group would bring bad things.
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Jan 27th
-felt stupid after andrew asked me what i was doing hanging around in the school cafe at 5 pm.
-considered driving only to and from school and that's it.
-decided to break the silence (that is, the aim message silence) because of it.
-Reconsidered driving only to and from school and that's it.
on the seriousness of the aim silence: i suppose you could think of it like a period of mourning. mourning the death of my car. and my driving self. if i ever had a driving self.
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Jan 28th
no, i'm okay. i was super productive today because i stayed after. got all of my math hw done. except two problems i couldn't get because je suis stupide. but what can i do about that?
don't answer that.
listening to sephiroth's theme...
freaked out.
freaked out.
but not only freaked out.
freezing cold.
not really, though. there's nothing [in rhode island] a couple of blankets can't cure. but i have complaining rights on this one. or at least i think i do. 15 degrees and no heating ? at least i think i do.
but i tend to second-guess myself.
yes, that's right. i tend to second-guess myself.
********
there's nothing a couple of blankets can't cure.
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Jan 29th
yeah. my heating was mysteriously cured.
"During the night..."
::breaks out into bjork song::
yeah.
why do i get the feeling that we're all just incredibly stupid and we just didn't know how to use the heating last night?
Jan. 30th, 2005 @ 03:56 pm
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Date unknown
Mai comes home today.
I saw Rebbie and Hannah today.
They were cute.
They were so cute!
I <3 sisters.
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Dec20th – 23rd
Alright, i think we've had enough of Ave Maria for now.
In fact, i think I've had enough of all Xmas songs.
They started all this nonsense so early that I've run out of Christmas spirit four days before Christmas.
Thank you, you darned commercialist radio stations.
Thank you
P.S. bah humbug.
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Dec 24th
Um, it's the night before the night before Christmas and I have not done my Xmas Shopping yet!
I must now bear the evil mass of mall-shoppers at providence place.
::ear-splitting shrieks are heard off in the distance::
Puis, ah, c'est vrai,
Je vais Mourir.
Mais, est-ce que vous voulez venir avec moi?
But do you want to come with me?
(haha, fat chance)
But c'mon, death isn't so bad.
Venez avec moi!
(peut-etre?)
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Aw, my mom gave Eline a hug O.o
Dec. 28th, 2004 @ 04:43 pm
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