| i want to die peacefully in my sleep like grandpa, not screamin n yellin like the others in his car |
[18 Aug 2002|09:05pm] |
Cirque du Soleil is the most amazing thing. I must have cried for most of it, even though it wasn't necessarily sad. It was just so beautiful. Also, I cried because I realized that I could never do anything like that. Ever.
God, what a vision. Those people are made of rope or something, i swear, no real human is that flexible. The woman on the trapeze must have been having a bad day or something, though. She just didn't seem with it, and a lot of her landings were very shaky. Not that I'm complaining.
So this makes the 3rd Cirque du Soleil that I've seen... the first was Mystique (in Vegas. expensive), the second was Dralion (in RI, not so expensive) and this one was Quidam (Suffolk Downs, least expensive of all). I think I liked Mystique best, but thats because vegas is amazing.
Oh, and... there's nothing less funny than a mime.
Love ya Jare
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| Enough Livejournal. |
[14 Aug 2002|11:54pm] |
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My life sucks. It's not worth being chronicled.
If the sun refuses to shine,
I will still be loving you.
When the mountains crumble to the sea,
it will still be you and me.
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| can you see through the LIES? |
[14 Aug 2002|12:23pm] |
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I like the Outback. I like their ice cream, and their mashed potatos, and their steak. I like being with friends and taking pictures.
But, you know what I DON'T like? That's right... I DON'T like YOU!
My dad bought me a new eMac. I was completely agog and speechless, because I don't deserve a new computer.
It looks evil. It was in my room all night, staring at me.
Then I moved it downstairs.
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| timberrr |
[12 Aug 2002|06:57pm] |
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The mall that I work at gave me free tickets to see that god-awful surfing movie, Blue Crush, tomorrow. I don't know if I should take advantage of a free movie when it's as wretched as this one seems to be. It's at the Fenway theatre, where the ticket price is rocket-high... I probably would never be able to go there in the first place, so maybe this is a good excuse to check out that theatre, if not the movie itself.
I was thinking about cigarettes and smoking and everything, and I realized that I'd probably be a smoker if the prices weren't so high. It's really the only thing that's keeping me from buying a pack every day or so. If cigarettes were 25 cents a pack, I'd get some all the time, instead of gum. Not because I think it's "cool" and will make me look "sexy", but truthfully, I like the smell of cigarette smoke, and it makes me feel clean. How fucked up is that. I feel clean when I'm around cigarette smoke. I don't go searching out second-hand smoke, but when I'm surrounded by it, I appreciate.
Another thing, I hate unwanted sexual attention. Especially from greasy sample-men in the food court. I've decided to stop wearing tanktops and shorts altogether.
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| Emily tries, but misunderstands... |
[11 Aug 2002|08:11pm] |
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she's often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams 'til tomorrow
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I went out with sweet Trav today. We just saw Bloodwork, in which Clint Eastwood wishes he were 30 years old again. No offense Clint, but somehow I doubt a septegenarian like yourself would hook up with sexy Mexican chicks. Sorry.
The movie was completely off-base from the book, since the killer was a completely different person. Personally, I thought it was a little bit ridiculous. Just in case anyone actually wants to see the movie (or read the book), I won't talk about it any more.
There's nothing like finishing an immense drawing and actually liking the way it turned out. I have charcoal all over my hands, but I'm too lazy to wash it off. I'd scan the picture, but charcoal makes my scanner messy, and it's larger than 18" X 24" so it would be cumbersome.
Has someone fallen off the face of the earth?
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| fall to the floor, and lie like a broken doll |
[10 Aug 2002|09:25pm] |
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Work was just frustrating. Luckily, I only have one more day until I never have to go there again. So, now I have lots of free time.
Jared's gone. He got on a plane and left yesterday.
NEVER TO RETURN!
...well ok, truthfully he's coming back on monday
Why has nobody updated today?
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And for the record, Roberta Flack wrote "Killing Me Softly" before the Fugees EVER sang it.
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| in 18 days I'll be gone |
[08 Aug 2002|11:19pm] |
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My mom has hit the "my daughter is leaving and never coming back" phase. I tried telling her it's just Empty Nest Syndrome, and that it will pass, but she just grabbed at me and cried hysterically for about 10 minutes. I TOLD her she should have had other kids, that's what you get when you only have one child. I offered to buy her a dog, but she doesn't think that would be a good idea. She'll probably end up getting one, though.
Another uneventful day comes to a close.
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| I can request days off, but you need to notify me at least a week in advance! |
[08 Aug 2002|12:26pm] |
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There is something very wrong with my work schedule. It always seems to keep me from my friends. Where were you all yesterday, when I didn't have to work at all? It's unfair of me to expect everyone to alter their plans in order to incorporate me, but I should have known what I was getting into when I said "give me more hours." Sometimes I wonder if the money I'm receiving is equal in value to the time I could be spending with my friends. I'm making friends at work, too, and I enjoy being with them behind the counter and making jokes about customers, but it's definatly not the same as spending time with people who you've known for the last 4 years.
Speaking if high school, I want to pick up my book money. Can I do that today?
I received my lisence in the mail. My picture makes me look greasy. Perhaps I am greasy.
Aghhh, I'm just really upset that I can't go to Kelly's BBQ today. If someone is making plans for next week, tell me, so I can request that day off.
Oh, and a very happy birthday to Tim and Beth!!
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Those Guatemalean siamese twins who were attached at the head were succesfully un-attached today, after 22 hours of surgery. They are so adorable, I hope they're ok.
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| It's "Impregnate Yourself With Household Items" Day! |
[06 Aug 2002|12:40pm] |
1. Take your shoes off and turn the tv on.
2. Don't just take off your clothes. Frantically shimmy out of them like they're spotted with the blood of the former junior college professor you've just murdered.
3. Open up a bottle of gin and mount something, bouncing up and down until it impregnates you like twice.
4. Cuddle. Meet friends for drinks in celebration of freshly conceived baby.
5. Beddy bye for you two kittens.
Happy "Impregnate Yourself With Household Items" Day!
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| today rocked |
[04 Aug 2002|10:26pm] |
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I went to the MFA with Jared to see the Pop Art exhibit: Jasper Johns to Jeff Koonz. It featured a bunch of well-known artists (like Andy Warhol and Leichtenstein) as well as a bunch of other not-so-well-known artists. All in all, I thought the show was very well put together, and I enjoyed seeing huge metal statues of balloon dogs.
At the museum, I ran into two people from RISD, Jon, and his friend Jeff. I barely recognized them until they came up to me! It was great seeing them again, and we chatted a bit.
A museum guard chastized me for drinking in the exhibit hall, and I should have known better than to do that. Bad Sara!
Then Jared and I took the blue line and went to the Aquarium. It's so peaceful there... the soft, shimmery blue light from the tank made me want to go to sleep. We saw some crazy, bright-yellow moray eels, and some huge terrapin turtles, and some sea-horses having sex.
Afterwards, we romped around in Boston Common and put on a show for the passers-by. We're not exhibitionists, I swear.
Mmm, I'm going to miss Boston. There's a lot to do here if you look hard enough.
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| It's only lard |
[03 Aug 2002|11:13pm] |
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look:
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It's a great magenta color, that didn't really come out on the film. I'll take better pictures later. I'm really glad that Jared and Kit came with me, it was like moral support times two. Kit told me there was lots of blood, fuckin cool!
It didn't really hurt, it felt like someone was scraping off my skin with a needle... which, essentially, is EXACTLY what he was doing.
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| "I AM INSANELY ANGRY! THERE WILL BE SOME ASS-KICKING!" |
[02 Aug 2002|11:46pm] |
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Go see Signs.
That is your quest.
I nearly pissed myself. Seriously.
I clutched onto Jared a lot, I think I may have hurt his shoulder a little. Sorry, love!
Anyway, M. Night Shyamalan is amazing. Nothing was really overdone, the music was perfect, not hokey... I loved the scene with the reflection in the TV screen... wow. I'm not going to give anything away. I have noticed that directors love to put a kid in their movies who have some sort of disease, and their medicine is outside, while they're hiding somewhere else. What movie was it... Panic Room, the girl had diabetes, and she needed her medication, but it was outside the room. Did Shyamalan direct that one, too? I don't remember. In Signs, the little boy had asthma and needed medicine. Very suspensful.
The theatre was packed, but the audience was amazing. They laughed at all the right places, they screamed in all the right places, and they were completely silent the rest of the time. It was THAT good.
Unfortunately, now I am extremely scared of leaving my chair. I went to the bathroom and I was nervously listening for alien noises. I'm very dumb.
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| eat gluuue |
[02 Aug 2002|03:59pm] |
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Today I passed my drivers test on my first try. I was pleased. Then i went dorm shopping with Jared and we stocked up on extra-long twin fitted sheets. Now we're going to go see Signs.
Tomorrow I get my tattoo, which will be cooler than anyone else's, no matter what they might say. So suck it, you loser. Hzhaha fucking asshole i'mm gonna kill you! Woohoohooo you can't stop mee, no neverr!
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| she thinks i'm cuuuuute |
[01 Aug 2002|09:50pm] |
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I called my roommate today. Her name is Christine, an interior design major, and she lives about 10 minutes away from RIT. She seems really nice, and she doesn't type like those teenyboppers who use annoying spellings like "cuz", "u", and "ppl". And she doesn't use numbers for words, so things are looking promising!
We discussed dorm supplies, and she said she's going to buy a minifridge so I don't have to pay to rent one. So thoughtful~!
I just gave Tim some rockin advice, and now I'm going to relay it onto the rest of you: Just grab life by the balls and swing it around!
Mmm I miss Jared. I wish he were right here, right now. Damn ye, distance!
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[01 Aug 2002|11:35am] |
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Today is the first day in a long time that i don't have anything to do! My parents aren't home, I don't have a class, and I don't have work. I might bike over to Tylers house after he gets home from work, but that'll be the extent of my physical activity.
I should call my new roommate, we'll discuss dorm supplies and stuff of that nature. Thankfully, my room is on the second floor, so I won't have to do any needless stair-climbing like I did at RISD. My room was on the 5th floor or something, and there were no elevators because 5 floors isn't really all THAT high. Not like I burned off any of my ass fat during those 6 weeks climbing 5 flights of stairs every day, either (as evidenced by looking at the girth of my ass today).
My piercing is healing well, and i hope the same for all of you.
Heal well,
Sara
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It turns out that my entire FAMILY's AOL accounts have gone kaput. I hope it's not my fault, but my parents love to blame me for things. "You were the last person to use AOL, you must have done this!" I wish my father weren't so rude. He values his own privacy so much that he doesn't even answer the door. You'd think that would be a priority!
Oh well.
I'm such a bitch to Jared sometimes, and he always puts up with me. I don't deserve it. He wrote me a poem for my birthday and I re-read it last night. It was so heartfelt and beautiful, it gave me the warm and fuzzy feeling. It said some things that he had already told me before, but you can never tell somebody that you love them too much.
Now I'm hungry.
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