exploding august's LiveJournal

Subject:	time as i've known doesn't take much time to pass by me
Time:	8:00 am.
Mood:	smashed.
Music:	April March "Chick Habit" (for the REee REee REee effex).

What is it about cramps that makes me want to drop to all fours, snarl and snap at people's ankles, and scrape the bark off trees using only my fingernails?

rock on kids: i don't know if i am going to have access to the internet at school, or not. this is going to devastate me. maybe i'll get mono again, and stay at home with my mommy and daddy for the rest of my life. i would love any excuse that would allow me to do that without feeling useless and guilty. damn motivation! why do i need to make something of myself, anyway?

i found out why Dashboard Confessional sounds so much like Further Seems Forever. not only are the vocals similar, but they have the same singer. heh. heh.

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Time:	1:46 pm.
Mood:	creative.
Music:	Stereolab "Naught More Terrific Than Man".

i saw clockwork orange last night. i'm going to be shot for saying this, but i was a bit disappointed. i don't know what i expected. very ..like.. Carnaby Street, London mid-'60s. mad props for its retainment value.

cutting jay's mass of hair
jp is coming with us to IKEA
we're going to jay's mom's, later.

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Subject:	We're Going Underground.... (the jam/buffalo tom)
Time:	11:55 am.
Mood:	predatory.
Music:	Mogwai.

okay, this journal entry is going to be short. i don't know if i will have the internet tonite... tomorrow... whenever. this, of course, being my only way of contacting people that i love: i will be making trips to the library if my apartment doesn't get cable from comcast so i can hook up comcast @ home. i have a headache and this whole packing thing is old hat. you can see my email in my profile if you'd like to get in contact with me directly. i miss home already and i am sitting in my living room, fancy that. okay i'm off. love love loves.

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Subject:	laid james
Time:	11:17 pm.
Mood:	lonely.
Music:	X Games on ESPN. i love this time of year..

Height: 5'10" with my shoes on
Weight: 523lbs with my shoes off

favorite color: clean blue ocean
because that is a color

weapon of choice: slamming poetry over your head

bible verse of earlier today: "If i give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, i gain nothing." 1 Corinthians 13:3.

shoe size: 8.5/9

blood type: as yet undetermined

i miss

sarah
jay
jess
me

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Time:	3:50 pm.
Music:	rufus "poses".

i'm going to say i did about two hours worth of internship today. i am faxing that CMJ press release... to a big list of contacts. very boring. but gilligan made me a CD so it was worth stopping in today.

i am tired and tired and tired today.

the Catch show last night was amazing. jess and i were slathered with sweat, some of which was not our own, unfortunately.

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Time:	3:36 am.
Mood:	way too tired to think..
Music:	The Youth Ahead, Morrissey, and Arrested Development..

here. have a dollar.
in fact, naw brotha man, here have two.
two dollars means a snack to me
but it means a big deal to you.
be strong serve God only
knowin' if you do: beautiful heaven awaits...

Go 'head mister wendell.

brendan not only played 'Next Sunday' for me off of the Youth Ahead's new album. but he played "Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want" and THEN flashed me back to my boyfriend in seventh grade: Joey Wendell. Arrested Development! Can you imagine?

this was also the night of Beastie Boys and sexual frustration all around the table. hours and hours at the diner for no reason. brendan tricked me by making me think he was taking Paul Fuller and I out on a double date to the movies. i can't believe it's almost four in the morning. goodnight. i have a wake to go to, and a final exam to take tomorrow.

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Time:

7:05 pm.

Proverbs 9

Wisdom has built her house;
she has hewn out its seven pillars.
She has prepared her meat and mixed her wine;
she has also set her table.
She has sent out her maids, and she calls
from the highest point of the city.
"Let all who are simple come in here!"
she says to those who lack judgment.
"Come, eat my food
and drink the wine I have mixed.
Leave your simple ways and you will live;
walk in the way of understanding.

"Whoever corrects a mocker invites insult;
whoever rebukes a wicked man incurs abuse.
Do not rebuke a mocker or he will hate you;
rebuke a wise man and he will love you.
Instruct a wise man and he will be wiser still;
teach a righteous man and he will add to his learning.

"The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom,
and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.
For through me your days will be many,
and years will be added to your life.
If you are wise, your wisdom will reward you;
if you are a mocker, you alone will suffer."

The woman Folly is loud;
she is undisciplined and without knowledge.
She sits at the door of her house,
on a seat at the highest point of the city,
calling out to those who pass by,
who go straight on their way.
"Let all who are simple come in here!"
she says to those who lack judgment.
"Stolen water is sweet;
food eaten in secret is delicious!"
But little do they know that the dead are there,
that her guests are in the depths of the grave.

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Time:

12:28 pm.

happy birthday brendan

i don't know if the dissenters are going to be playing the show on the 16th with Catch22. something absolutely terrible happened to one of the band members. the worst thing imaginable.

i have been playing Rufus Wainwright and The Shins excessively, lately. before that it had been cocteau twins and slowdive... there is a definitive contrast in lyrical styles here.

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Subject:	helping themselves
Time:	8:07 pm.

"this the Promised Land?" he asks
his eyes shine up at me, ancestral
helpless
i open the screen door and ask him in
for brown tea and rice
"i'm fasting today" i tell him
his sneakers track mud on the tile
"so am i, baby" he says
"but i've walked a long way"
he removes his shoes and
his eyes shine, apologetic
i shrug and take his coat
"so, what have you seen?"
he takes a seat at the table
"i don't know.
what have you heard?"
neither one of us answers

i move to the old iron stove
and think about boiling water

.ep.8.12.01.

Time:	2:48 pm.
Mood:	annoyed.
Music:	www.indiepopradio.com.

tensions are high! this is such a weird time for my parents. i feel hungover, or like somebody punched me in the face. i also feel like curling up on my bed with pajamas, my teddy bear, a cup of tea, Enya, and Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card, today. and lighting candles. my boyfriend would be a much better substitute than all of that, but, alas, i will have to distract my thoughts until i see him again.

my cell phone hasn't worked since Thursday. it is very frustrating. therefore, i am making no effort at communicating with the people who call me and make vague plans without motivating me to go out with them. (brendan is the only one who can get me off my ass and out of the house.)

i hate hormones. (me, ranting again, yes. i am on crank today.) not that anyone other than me cares or can even tell, but i am breaking out.

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Subject:	POWER SURGES.
Time:	4:41 pm.
Mood:	scared of thunder.
Music:	Voodoo Gurus.

wow. one of my favorite bands on this label is unhappy with something. interesting stuff. gill and dave are looking over their contract right now.

REALLY HEAVY DOWNPOUR OUTSIDE

i finished the pile of faxes to Germany today. doesn't sound like much, but it took me hours, days even. indian will have another pile ready next week. rather, i've got to assemble the pile before that happens, anyway. good luck to the new intern. hope she's bright enough to put up with these guys.

i doctored up the Ned's press release to be sent into NYC for the CMJ conference. my job was to make it sound "Less English" and i got to use my Writing Center skills and slash comma splices left and right! GO GRAMMAR GIRL.

i got three more airfare rates. dave is mostly working on that, though. good luck! that job sucks.

i think they locked jose in the basement when they closed the basement doors due to the rain. we haven't heard from him in a few hours. poor kid.

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Subject:	BOYS DON'T CRY
Time:	12:58 pm.
Mood:	lagging.
Music:	"Killing of an Arab".

One hour down. We are playing the "Fly Ned's Atomic Dustbin" in for CMJ in September game today. The airfares I found two weeks ago or so are the cheapest, but I don't think they are valid anymore. So now i don't know if i have to keep looking, or if David has a cheaper fare on his desk than i got with AAA.

When tasks are vague, I get frustrated. Obvious lack of efficiency today. I keep telling them I don't feel well, so maybe I can go home. They are scaring me! They keep flattering me so that I will help them after my internship hours are done.

Okay now a stereotypically female rant: Six hours from now, Jay should be here. Depending on Bennie traffik, of course. *sigh* {weak smile} *sigh* I am eating cucumbers, M&Ms; and Reese's Pieces. Small, bite size foods take longer to eat and make me believe I am full, sooner. Chocolate? I think that I am premenstrual today. Or at least I hope so. My wardrobe seems to have shrunk. Although, I am happy to say that my skin is pretty clear lately. I am so boring today. I am so bored. It's like I gave my two weeks notice or something, and God punished me by making me sick so that I couldn't enjoy.

I am wasting wasting time. It is fun.

Subject:	gluttony and bad vibes.
Time:	1:22 am.
Mood:	predatory.
Music:	Kent "747".

fun weekend starts tomorrow kiddies.

tomorrow is the second to the last day of record label hell, where i am under their thumb for six hours. but then jay will be HERE! my room never got cleaned, because Sarah is having an *Nsync bon voyage party with a couple of her friends. when there is a lot of sugar and fat to be consumed, you can't possibly expect me to stay upstairs. nina and i sat on the couch checking out the latest IKEA catalog and justifying handfuls of potato chips before they passed our lips. ah, sisterhood. i can't find the nick drake CD for which my indian giving little sister banshee-screamed at me. watch her apoligize, too. in another life. (this is perhaps the last weekend at home for me, definitely for her twin.)

sugar makes time speed by. nothing gets done and you feel so awful afterwards.

;0*yawn

Time:	7:07 pm.
Mood:	geeky.
Music:	Erasure "I love to hate you.".

thought i would keep you all posted on my third-to last day at the record label this summer! i spent about five hours faxing licensing requests to Germany and Canada. i met the "new" intern, Jen. her last internship was at The Orchard (which, if you are an avid augustnow reader, you will recall is the company owned by the sleazeball at the industry party a few weekends ago). she is cute, but i wouldn't be friends with her outside of the office. interesting side note: she listens to all '80s music and fleetwood mac. and she is only a year older than i am. maybe it has something to do with her personality? she asked me what good bars are around here. i couldn't help her, i just said that everyone goes to Jenks. it was a cheap answer, but she likes '80s hair metal, and i'm not helping her out. i also met this guy Jose, who is in all of these marketing photos we have. he's a cute kid, but he kind of looks a bit ape-ish... indian calls him The Rat. indian doesn't know jack, sometimes. honestly. he talks a lot of smack. anyway, jose has one of those "I'm photogenic and shy" looks about him. he is small, and eerily quiet, always doing menial tasks for the boys at the record label. he DOES like the red house painters, though, so we hit it off grandly for about five minutes until they sent him off to Motophoto Land and then sent him to the basement to organize the landfill down there.

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happy birthday brendan

i don't care!