| 01:27pm 15/11/2002 | ||||
i called virginia on my way home and i got a "rrring-rring.. hello. derek." i said nothing and quickly hung up. damn him. |
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| 11:30pm 14/11/2002 | ||||
i watched dawsons creek and fast-forwarded it to all of the good parts. [its an old habit of mine, that show.] i must tell you, the storyline is weakening a bit. i mean, when everyone has either slept together, dated eachother, or hates eachother-- its pretty much downhill from there. and MY dawson is a whore now. i also watched the red balloon with saves the day blaring in the back as i perfected my spage-age kinder craft cut-out picture, this afternoon. oh what shall i do this weekend? someone call me. im up for just about anything. |
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tired| im not the way i im not the way i im not the way i thought i was | ||||
| 01:24pm 14/11/2002 | ||||
i am home alone, blaring rainer maria and completely pumped up. no, not just because i totally <3 rainer maria.. but because of the 2 double espressos and cup of coffee earlier. 4.5 hours of sleep is simply NOT acceptable. with only 7 bucks to my name until tomorrow, i think ill just chill here with the cats and finish watching Pollock. oh! and the poetry slam last night was awesome! Vic came with me this time. Janie rockerd the house and made it far in the slam. the chick who won looked familiar to me, so i went to talk to her and it was mister Miles mom from one of the daycares i work at. she was amazing. eversince that article was in the paper, the slam was loaded. it was good to see so many new faces and readers. |
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bouncy| http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?u |
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| 11:11pm 13/11/2002 | ||||
Some Inspiring Quotes: |
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sick| check it out | ||||
| 12:30pm 12/11/2002 | ||||
 and gueeeess what? the girl in the mid-bottom in the red sweater is ME! HAH! im famous, now. :D |
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dorky| i took the night off from reality tonight | ||||
| 02:15am 12/11/2002 | ||||
 riley is a flame-colored furry little ball who wants to play with anything that moves, including but not limited to; hangers, thread or string of any kind, my face. he can get away with it, tho, because he is cute and small. although his company is none less than great, id prefer some human company to some kitty company. i miss being around people like i used to be. lately i find myself recalling past conversations that make me think make me laugh make me shake my head. actually having a conversation with an individual is so much of an outing and a rarity that when it does happen-- well, my heart must think i am visiting disneyland. i have been actively sporting along my camera and some black and white. its funny how you find the most awesome color shots when you only have black and white film. or maybe its just me. its just me that fate likes to fuck around with. i look at how long ive been alive, and i laugh to think that the only thing i can really say ive learned is that life has a fucking odd sense of humor. i complain i am bored yet i find there is never enough time to do anything. there are all these things i want to do and should do and i somehow dont end up doing them. maybe i stop myself. i dont know how to re-start, really. i am very much awake and it is past two.  |
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confused| Riley. | ||||
| 10:10pm 10/11/2002 | ||||
 november 2002. |
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| 09:12pm 10/11/2002 | ||||
the flaming lips a walk to the park and a constipation of time [as he eloquently put it]. he couldnt stand the silence. i lived for it. desaparecidos through split headphones. felt like i was in a movie and could hear the music al around me. the entire playground was wet and cold and empty. i wanted my camera, but brought it along during the walk. back alleys and suburbs and parking lots. black and white film capturing aisles of soap. aisles of tea and produce and meat. the pictures shuld be interesting once developed. the streets and sidewalks gave off a metallic sheen from the rain. we came back home and he made no sense with my magnetic poetry journal while i collaged. i made him wirte his nonsensical ramblings down on paper. mayvbe he can be productive with them. it was manic. everything was manic with him. it was a release, i suppose. okay, too much nonsense for me. it was like i was alice today and i fell down the rabbit hole. |
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| 12:34am 10/11/2002 | ||||
01. i was quite nerdy & booksmart. 02. it was just me and my brother. 03. i made mazes and forts out of a lot of cardboard boxes. they rocked. 04. most or all of my friends were vboys. i was a tomboy. vacations i have been to; 01. coeur d`alene, idaho 02. little falls, new jersey 03. philidelphia, pennsylvania 04. sunset beach music that makes the grade; 01. desaparecidos 02. beth orton 03. catpower 04. death cab for cutie movies that make you think; 01. requiem for a dream 02. donnie darko 03. the ring 04. happiness you know it's the last day of your life. you have the following; 01. knowing my superstitious way, visit a nobleman for many kinds of religions to bless me. 02. a lot of really really good food. hah. 03. have spent it with someone i love/ care about with me 04. have told everyone in my life exactly what they mean to me if i could have sex with any celebrity; 01. jack white [lately, ooh.] 02. conor oberst. in a really heartfelt emo way. like watching stars on the roof and making out to dashboard confessional while crying. oh, and he has to sing to me, too. 03. john cusack. i dont care how old he is. 04. jim fucking morrison. when i'm bored; 01. i write. 02. i paint & collage. 03. i smoke. 04. i go online. i can't resist; 01. boys with sexy eyes and good hair. 02. my cat. 03. greasy taco truck burritos. 04. hugs. these drinks are good; 01. cranberry juice 02. coffee 03. water 04. this is lame cause i dont drink. in previous lifetimes i was probably; 01. someone who was very narcissistic and beautiful. 02. some form of artist. 03. a cat. 04. an actor. |
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high| 10:51pm 09/11/2002 | ||||
bathed lately all ive been wanting to do is paint/ collage over everything. i think ive gone mad tomorrow is movies? with philip. his word usage in emails i find rather amusing. who else can say I'm bombed like hiroshima right now and get away with it as easily as he does? he also started the email with Hey Beautiful to which i found myself letting out a laugh. for a few reasons. i dont think any of you read this anymore due to the lack of communication between me+you guys. i dont know. |
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creative| daed and confused. | ||||
| 11:38am 09/11/2002 | ||||
its odd. its lonely but somehow comforting. |
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lethargic| 10:40pm 08/11/2002 | ||||
"x: you know what. x: like, you're needy megan. x: you're lonely because you constantly need someone there. x: if i were there.....i'd be there. x: you know?" its true. it is. thats my problem. |
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| 09:57pm 08/11/2002 | ||||
i dont know what to doooo! |
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artistic| 04:54pm 08/11/2002 | ||||
I am now home alone, waiting for someone to either call me or get home from work or SOMETHING. s.o.s! |
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| so deep so cool-- thesoundofitall | ||||
| 11:41am 08/11/2002 | ||||
plans of coffee&conversation; for this afternoon. who knows what is in store for tonight, but i am optimistic. |
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good| me in snippets. | ||||
| 12:27am 08/11/2002 | ||||
we are babysitting a kitten my sister found the other day. until it finds a home, my father says; altho if i think about it now, this is its 3rd night it has stayed. yes means no. ----->something small yet perfect just happened at the same moment my favorite song of the moment [death cab for cutie - movie script ending] came on, that was purely angelic.<---- anywho. we named the kitten Elijah Blue, full name P Exeter Blue, from one of my brothers favorite bands, Deadsy. i told myself i would not get attached, but ive caught myself affectionately calling him names like Mr Schminkle-head while cuddling with him in my bed. it just might be love. hes totally lovey, loves my music, and is a good sleep cat. i made philip a fetus. out of peach construction paper. he likes fetuses, i suppose he finds them interesting. theres a beautiful color picture of one on his binder. i also made him a mix. it is completely the mix of all mixes, i pat myself on the back. ( tracklist ) i found old map books, a teenage mutant ninja coloring book, loteria cards, tulle, astronomy magazines and issues of Time magazine. I am currently collaging various things. i am also working on a series of paintings based on Waking Life. i have collected various eccentric items to fill my room. altering& customizing& fixing up things is too great. music mood as of late: soft and loud. or just very mellow. i have been spending a good chunk of time with victor, who of course, is one of my favorite people. ive been talking with philip a lot more, and see him often on campus. odd to see someone i know/ feel comfortable around. we are getting together this weekend and i think we are watching Harold and Maude or my Andy Warhol biography. when im not at work or school; im painting, writing a LOT, sleeping, or talking to graham [which, i enjoy most of all.] looking for a semi-full time job. or whatever. ill take what i can get. need to save up. this little girl has big plans. it rained for the first time this season. hard rain. grey all day and i loved it. now i must go sleep. |
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| anyone who's ever had a dream/ played a part/ gonna live lonely/ ever stood apart | ||||
| 10:25pm 04/11/2002 | ||||
i keep a list of things i want to do before i die. one of my biggest fears is that i will not do them. |
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lonely| taken from notebook - 2:45 pm | ||||
| 04:31pm 04/11/2002 | ||||
i was sitting on the idle bus, on my way to a doctors appointment. sitting in the front of the bus was a young mother and her newborn child. the girl couldnt have been much older than i. she calmly shushed the tiny red baby as it fussed in her arms. i assumed the child to be a boy from his overabundance of blue clothing and accessories. as she stared into the infants eyes, he quieted his shrill screams a bit, but flailed his right fist up into the air. his tiny wrinkled fingers clenched tightly together into a fist, except for the sly middle finger which stuck straight up at me like one fiesty antennae to heaven. raise that fist, baby! raise it high! |
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| i am superman. | ||||
| 04:18pm 04/11/2002 | ||||
I have been wearing a pair of glasses that I bought in San Francisco quite often lately. The past week or so I have noticed that when I am wearing the glasses I am smiled at more, I am greeted more often and more random people try to start friendly conversations with me. Ive also gotten hit-on various times this past week [which is a rare occasion], but it is only when have been wearing the glasses. Once was even in the pharmacy section of a supermarket. The ingenious pick-up line was, ."so what are you here for? ..oh, a cold? you poor thing. i hope you feel much better..." i ruled out the possibility of friendly small-talk when i noticed his eyes veering down towards my chest. tres bizarre. i call them my clark kent glasses. i seem to be invincible when i wear them. people like people in glasses, i guess. |
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| 12:15am 04/11/2002 | ||||
anyone looking for a roomie/ someone to get a place with around this coming february or so? now i really am going to bed. nite. |
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