| body mod. ooo la la. |
15 Nov 2002|04:47am |
corset piercings
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| maturity at its best. |
14 Nov 2002|05:04am |
Upon approaching the counter at Hollywood Video with Chris:
dumb-ass employee guy: it's 11 o'clock on a Wednesday night and you guys are renting a movie?
I thought to myself, "Am I missing some big national event that takes place on Wednesday nights at 11?"
me: [with raised brow & sideways glance] it would appear that way wouldn't it?
dumb-ass employee guy: ... weird.
me: [in semi-sarcastic & mocking tone] your mom's weird.
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| "the freaks come out at night, the freaks come out at niiiight." |
13 Nov 2002|05:10am |
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Made a terribly long trip to Chandler during rush hour and managed to get involved in every possible halt made available on the road. Construction, dead ends, city busses, all of the regular annoyances. It's times like those that I really wish I had the ability to teleport.
While it was still daylight I made a stop at Urban and found the perfect journal. I never found one the day I intended to partake on the search. They were all small but really thick to compensate. Those kind ruin my train of thought because you have to keep flipping the page every 20 words. But the one I bought is rather big lengthwise and bound in retro green fabric. It has a design similar to a table cloth you'd see on an early 70s sitcom set, and the inside cover is painted with a raised orange swirly pattern. It's nifty -- even has one of those ribbons to hold your place. I've always fancied those. I appreciate books with handy ribbon markers. It's a book I'd probably pick up if I saw it on a dusty shelf.
By the time I left, the sun was setting and the freaks were emerging from wherever they dwell on Mill. I was waiting for the light to change so I could cross the street when this black guy with a back back walked up to me.
"Can you spare any change?" He wasn't intimidating and aggressive like I find most beggars to be and he didn't invade my space so I obliged with a daily beneficence and pulled out my wallet. I gave him all the change I had and was a little bothered that he made me miss the light. We then got into a short conversation since I really had no where else to go.
"What's your name? Do you live around here?"
"No I don't. My name's Star."
"Star? Well my name's Duane. What are you doing around here, just shopping and stuff?"
"Yup."
"How old are you?"
"I'm 22."
"Oh you're an older lady, I thought you were younger. I'm almost 30." (although he looked younger himself.)
"Yeah I get that a lot."
"I don't mean to bother you -- you just seemed cool so I thought I'd ask for some change. Hey, maybe we could get together when you're not doing anything... you know... not like... just to talk and stuff. Or maybe we could have dinner or something like that... well... when I get more money at least."
Oh man. I was trying so hard not to laugh but the entire scenario was just too unreal. Some weirdo guy asks me for money then asks to have dinner while he's flat broke. Good one. I find money grubbers sexy. Meanwhile, the light was about to change and I was afraid he was going to follow me, but I must wear what I'm thinking on my face because he said, "Oh I'm gonna leave you alone now, I can tell I'm bothering you."
"Nah, it's just that I need to go."
"Where are you going, you gonna shop some more?"
"Just home."
"Alright then. Maybe I'll see you again."
"Whatever yo!" under my breath.
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12 Nov 2002|04:52am |
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When you fell asleep
I rested my head against your arm
And all I could think about
Was how much I wanted to hold your hand
And kiss you goodnight.
You responded to my thoughts
By wiggling your toes
Which made my soul smile.
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| 4:20. really, it wasn't planned. |
12 Nov 2002|04:20am |
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leif erikson : interpol <3 |
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( no importance )
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| also... |
11 Nov 2002|04:08am |
I'm cleaning up my friends' list. Please don't be offended if I remove you. I'm narrowing it down to a select few but it's really been a fun livejournal year reading all of your posts.
xoxo
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| wellwellwell. |
11 Nov 2002|03:33am |
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love my way : psychedelic furs |
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I pulled myself out of that silly slump quite fast and I've learned my lesson well. I'll never make the mistake of setting my heart on anything; it's a sure fire way to disappointment. It just pissed me off that the one time I held a bit of hope for something, like ever, it backfired. My usual pessimistic self dawned on me and kicked me in the arse for not paying attention.
I have a new plan now. They always say, "one door closes and another opens." This is true, but whether this door holds opportunities of grandeur I'll have to wait and see. Luck of the draw I guess. Such is life.
I haven't spent too much time with anyone this weekend. A few hours with my Chris on Friday, and the rest reading. Been doing too much thinking.
It's really hard holding back. Yes, so hard.
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| and the candle went out. |
09 Nov 2002|05:26am |
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I don't know what happened. The one thing I was ever optimistic about came crashing down in flames. Why did I have to go and get my little hopes up? My heart was really set.
Never -- never again will I look on the bright side. Clouds don't have silver linings. Today was such a disappointment. What did I do wrong? Where did it all go wrong? Maybe I was too confident, maybe I'm just a piece of shit.
This crying won't do a damned thing.
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| it's friday, i'm in love. |
08 Nov 2002|03:01am |
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say hello to the angels : interpol |
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| peace and love & shit. |
04 Nov 2002|05:31am |
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still awake damnit |
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oh bondage, up yours! : x-ray spex |
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This weekend already seems so far away.
Halloween was MSI at the Cajun House. Skippy made the cutest Shaggy, and I, on the other hand made the most cracked-out-looking hippie chick. We waited for hours in a line of goths who weren't wearing costumes and speculated the sex of a really ugly girl that was fortunately a guy.
Deadsy was decent, although they seemed sort of fresh to the whole live act thing. MSI had the best set list going and I almost forgot there was a world that existed outside of my music bubble. I was into every minute of it. It was a good time indeed.
No sleep that night. Rather restless, so Friday was spinning and zombified. In the evening were glasses filled with lemonade and sugar around the brim. I saw a memory walking around and of course passed out on someone's couch. Due to that the haunted house was thrown out of the window.
Saturday was really blurry. No sleep again. No food for almost 3 days straight and exhaustion. Talking talking, red lights flashing, bing it went off. Late night road trip.
Tonight was mexican food and The House of Yes. A good movie.
It's really hard holding back.
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31 Oct 2002|03:11am |
Skippy is funny.
Fo sho.
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| this song fills me up and breaks me in two. |
30 Oct 2002|02:42am |
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Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground
Dead leaves and the dirty ground
When I know you're not around
Shiny tops and soda pops
When I hear your lips make a sound
(when I hear your lips make a sound)
Thirty notes in the mailbox
Will tell you that I'm coming home
And I think I'm gonna stick around
For a while so you're not alone
(for a while so you're not alone)
If you can hear a piano fall
You can hear me coming down the hall
If I could just hear your pretty voice
I don't think I need to see at all
(don't think I need to see at all)
Soft hair and a velvet tongue
I want to give you what you give to me
And every breath that is in your lungs
Is a tiny little gift to me
(it's a tiny little gift to me)
I didn't feel so bad till the sun went down
then I come home -
no one to wrap my arms around
(wrap my arms around)
Well any man with a microphone
Can tell you what he loves the most
And you know why you love at all
If you're thinking of the Holy Ghost
(if you're thinking of the Holy Ghost)
--The White Stripes
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| oooh ahhh. |
27 Oct 2002|03:46am |
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Punch-Drunk Love was so so insanely wonderful. It's mandatory. I knew it would be from the beginning. Adam Sandler did a smack-dab job with his role as Barry, a quiet, shy guy on the edge of being bi-polar with passive aggressive tendencies. How much does it take to push you over the edge? What would someone have to do before you break their neck? It's spontaneous. If you notice the small things in films you'll see random flashes of blue across the screen and in some scenes blue streaks or highlights. A lot of the scenes play on bright colors. There's an extravaganza of color for the visual pallate to divulge in and one of the most interesting things about the film is all the noise. It's pretty noisy. Startling at times, and others it's moment to moment with clanging, scratching, scraping and beating. Mostly in the first half while Barry's at work. He has pestering co-workers and sisters and the music played very well on that. Probably the best matching soundtrack to a film I've ever heard. They went together perfectly... 2 thumbs up from me. Overall it made me happy. I'm definitely going to buy it.
( And now... a picture of my tat )
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