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[25 Aug 2002|12:50am] |
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in 14 hours, i'll be meeting with the group to fly to Cape Town. arriving the 26th (monday) sometime at night.
good thing i haven't smoked in a few days. the flight might just have killed me. what am i talking about, it probably still will.
packing. oh my god. i now have a large backpacker's bag (kelty) filled to the top w/ clothes, and a medium sized roller type suitcase full of toiletries, gifts for my host family, etc.
i'll probably break my back before this is all over with. muck fe.
funny enough, i have nothing else to say.
much less updates from me in the future. sorry if i can't read other's posts as often. i'll try to at least look at a few.
...to those of you at home and in the city-- i'll see you kids in December/January! my 21st birthday will be right after, so start thinking of party ideas now.
i love and miss all of you.
even those of you that i think smell funny.
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bye kids.
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| goodbye for now, dear friend. |
[22 Aug 2002|05:04am] |
hmm..
so this is my last post from my laptop computer, at least until i get back. i'm gonna have to leave my baby home in FL b/c taking it w/ me would be too risky. or so they say.
sigh. it's as if an appendage will be missing. . .
done packing. not done making minidiscs. it's becoming a sick obsession. how much music can one person need?!? i'm overpacked in so many ways. this is just another thing.
oh, and by the way, i miss you.
yeah, you.
finito.
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[21 Aug 2002|07:40pm] |
and i was getting worried for a minute.
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[21 Aug 2002|06:31pm] |
time is running out.
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shit.
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| did you say, no this can't happen to me? did you rush to the phone to call? |
[19 Aug 2002|09:21pm] |
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kiss me out of desire, |
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four months worth of contact solution, chewable pepto, immodium caplets, first aid bullshit, and random toiletries and cosmetics from WalMart: $200
ice cream for four kids and one "adult": $10.50
lunch @ fudpuckers with high school friend: $15 (including tip for the bitchass waitress)
feeling of amazement and slight euphoria that i'll be walking on South African soil in 7 days: priceless.
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[18 Aug 2002|08:08pm] |
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mix tape mania |
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avec plaisir (yes i give them stupid titles) |
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exactly one week left.
this time next sunday, i'll be on a plane. to South Africa.
holy shit.
trying to make MDs of all the CDs i think are "essential" for this trip. i have a fuckload of music. and i dont' have enough time to do all this! bah.
what is "necessary" anyway? how many cds can one get away with bringing? enough so i won't get bored of my music, but not too much that i kill myself trying to make all these copies.
the cat just lunged for my typing fingers. i forget that i have cats sometimes, since i'm never home. we have 2 at home. this one, callie, is the shiznit. two different colored eyes. i knew a boy like that once. he was cool too.
can't focus. i'm so tired. being home does that to me.
so i shall depart. more later kids.
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| might sound crazy but it ain't no lie...baby, bye bye bye |
[15 Aug 2002|02:21pm] |
packed up & ready to go.
so tempted to f*ck up the kid's room before i leave. he was such a crapper sublet-er. (person who sublet it to me?) i hate him. ugh. it will take everything in my power not to piss on his bed or throw the fans out the 10th story windows.
so this is (almost) it. home to the Sunshine State for a week, then off to the heart of darkness. (yes, i am that trite).
this. will. be. just. fine.
right?
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[14 Aug 2002|02:39pm] |
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in a daze |
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mum |
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wow.
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| this is how i spend my nights. |
[14 Aug 2002|01:17am] |
goddes5: man, i don't wanna pack
goddes5: i just wanna piss in the corner
mathcat80: doitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoit
goddes5: not the right time, yoda
mathcat80: or rather
mathcat80: dohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohimdohim
mathcat80: emo boy that is
what will i do without my deborah to keep me company? sigh.
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[14 Aug 2002|12:42am] |
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the prom- "brighter than the moon" |
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i saw signs, finally. hmmm....
disappointed. "no nakey phoenix for you or me." damn shame, is what that is.
still haven't packed. muck fe.
i didn't rig the quiz, i swear. i thought i'd be therese.
lux
you are the second youngest girl. you die with carbon monoxide posioning.
you are a rebel, you have sex on the roof, smoke, stay out later than told..
your mom made you burn your rock records... you were the beautiful one.
you're a stone fox and by far most people's favorite lisbon girl.
what lisbon girl are you?
(brought you by april)
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| damn republicans |
[13 Aug 2002|02:54pm] |
| Would I Survive A Pit Match Against Clinton And Bush | | 12% chance Bush would kill you. |
| 0% chance Clinton would kill you. | | 0% chance he would sexually harass you. | | 88% chance you would kill them. |
| | Enter Combat |
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[13 Aug 2002|11:54am] |
"artistry fallingo" by Beau Sia.
god, i envy youth.
i want to swallow their souls.
take their
re-invented dreams
and call them my own.
they move so fast
i feel like i'm in a wheelchair.
eyes not glazed
by weed
or
ex-lovers
or corporate submission.
not even hippie,
just young.
i am around their fire
and am irked
by how they
make me feel about
my own.
i remember 17,
friday night at the wreck room.
how far i've come since then,
how much
i've embodied
that the reflection of youth
makes me weak
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[13 Aug 2002|12:07am] |
red cotton butt shorts. grey abercrombie tank top from the 10th grade. dirty flip flops. with a blue Nat Sherman fantasia cigarette (complete with gold tipped filter).
smoking outside the front stoop.
yeah, you know you want me.
if i were caucasian, my look would be white trash. but i'm not. so it's yellow fever all around... sexy.
hotasianteensxxxcomeallnightlongxxx
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[12 Aug 2002|11:06pm] |
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figurine-way to good |
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i'm annoyed.
stupid kim's slut wearhouse medialopolis craphouse is out of the mum cd. the same one i saw about 50 copies of two weeks ago. the one i spotted on the way out of the door with amelie in my hand. the one i had never even heard of. the one i was gonna buy just to see what it was like, because i liked the cover art (cute) and it had a little dash thing-ie over the u.
the one that everyone is fucking talking about....now.
shit.
i'm late to the fucking mum party. and now kim's is SOLD OUT. i HATE kims. but i'm too tired to trek downtown for one CD. the stupid thing is, i was right there by bleecker and st mark's st. earlier today, where i could have walked into about 5 other "indie music" stores and picked up a copy.
and here i thought i was being all original and shit. ha. now i can't even get the cd.
and right before i'm about to leave for florida! where there is nothing but chain music stores, unless you want down home recordings of shotguns and dogs howling.
i'm being a bitch. it's not that bad at home.
and i haven't even started packing yet.
and why won't this Enon track download??????
the heat is making me crazy.
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[11 Aug 2002|11:30am] |
+ bowery bar.
- lola not getting into bowery bar
+remote lounge
-lose the boys because of stupid bouncers!
+video cameras to see the boy
- gross guys checking out our cleavage on TV
- taking a cab to 8th and B
- finding out we were supposed to be at 13th and A
+ the prospect of dancing somewhere
- dancing at parlay.
+ meeting back up with some of the boys
- at the chrysler building? wtf?!?
- "we wanna walk up to the Dakota building." i'm in heels, assholes, and that is 30 blocks away. no.
+ Soha with just jessica!
+ SoCo shots courtesy of guys
- SoCo buyer asking me the same question over and over
+ video games
- losing at them.
+ sleep
- waking up too fucking early.
does that mean i had a good night or not?
CDs and Sonic Youth concert, and all for free. off i go...
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| welcome to the dollhouse |
[10 Aug 2002|11:03am] |
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throat sore and eyes dry |
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travis- "sing" |
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tonight:
10:30 pm. Bowery Bar (40 E. 4th St. & Bowery).
pour moi. a last hoorah, if you will. if nothing else, you can at least come and stare at all the beautiful aliens. and buy me a drink (or seven).
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i had a dream. he came up to me and just started kissing. a whole lotta tongue being used. him, not me. disgusting and enthralling at the same time. i pulled away, looked at him, and said, "what was that for?"
"you are new to this, aren't you?"
his response. ha. i wish.
i know who the boy was and i'm not telling.
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[09 Aug 2002|10:14pm] |
check it out, 'tards.
watching donnie darko. again. yep, this is nice.
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[07 Aug 2002|08:21pm] |
take the emo quiz.created by jessi
this one's for you, andie dearest.
see what a weekend in beacon hill can do to a girl?
p.s. new user pic and colors. lookie lookie.
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[06 Aug 2002|08:20pm] |
* a french bulldog (to be named benson)
* a cute apartment to come back to from south africa. maybe in brooklyn?
* shorter, cuter hair.DONE BABY!!! I am fuckin' sexy.
* these cramps to go away. gone. oh yeah.
* your heart
will be working on some of these things in the near future.
fin.
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[05 Aug 2002|10:07pm] |
don't i look so emo?
maybe it will fool all those sensitive types into thinking i'm girlfriend material....
um, no.
off to the heights.
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