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(1 bullet in the gun. | self destruct.)

[14 Nov 2002|10:27pm]

[ mood | tired ]

[ music | the beatles - dear prudence. ]

days are feeling more and more like the same.. or something.
yesterday, after school.. sam and i went over to jen's.
we walk in.. and see this weird guy [and dusty] passed out on the floor.
and we were all 'dude, who is that?' and jen kept saying 'i dunno, i have no idea.'
heh.. strange people just walk into her house and pass out.
jen got a cute kittie.. she's a siamese.. and like.. schizophrenic.
i likes her. she's perma-cross eyed.
we smoked some weird ass weed.. it like.. grew when lit.
freaky.
i got the kittie stoned.. stoned animals are always interesting.
that strange-passed-out guy got up.. and we found out it's chad feist.. jackie's dad.
jackie and i used to be really good friends, but then they moved away.. chad rocks.. i haven't seen him in a while..

when sam and i got in her pickup we both thought the song on the radio said 'weed and spaghetti'.. teehee.

rad stuff.

today:
school, home, work, home.
yeah. hey, hey.

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won't you come out and play

Dear Prudence open up your eyes
Dear Prudence see the sunny skies
The wind is low the birds will sing
that you are part of everything
Dear Prudence won't you open up your eyes?

Look around round
Look around round round
Look around

Dear Prudence let me see you smile
Dear Prudence like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence won't you let me see you smile?

(self destruct.)

retro mynx. [12 Nov 2002|06:42pm]

[ mood | sick ]

[ music | jack johnson - inaudible melodies. ]

stayed home from school today because i'm ill.
went to the doctor.
that's about it.

my cat's not handicapped anymore.
he's sitting on top of my cd player.. rocking out.

i rented novocaine.
that movie rocks me like a hurricane.

(self destruct.)

I WANT. [11 Nov 2002|06:43pm]

[ mood | blank ]

[ music | bob dylan - you're a big girl now. ]

http://www.pinupgirlclothing.com/fisthigwitbo.html
http://www.pinupgirlclothing.com/beautsatjacc.html
http://www.pinupgirlclothing.com/itbitrufhotp.html

(4 bullets in the gun. | self destruct.)

[10 Nov 2002|11:19am]

[ mood | groin-grabbingly transcendent. ]

[ music | miles davis - seven steps to heaven. ]

don't you wish you had your own sound effects?
i think if i ever get rich.. i'm gonna hire some guy to follow me around and make exaggerated and comical sound effects to go with stuff i do.

(self destruct.)

[09 Nov 2002|12:00pm]

[ mood | sore ]

kristin came up yesterday, that was neet.
we [cheryl, kristin, chelsea, and i] drove around and video taped us being stupid.
it was fun.
i started working last night, too.. at the moose.
i had to wash like.. 29384709328 dishes BY HAND because their dish washer is broken, or something. the sinks are really deep, so i gotta bend over them. and, now my back's like 'ouch!'
and, i work tonight, too.
growing up is gay.

oh, a while ago.. chelsea and i had 'eighties night'.
heh.. we listened to gay music and rocked out.
it was super rad.

(2 bullets in the gun. | self destruct.)

[04 Nov 2002|10:02pm]

[ mood | discontent ]

[ music | bob dylan - you're a big girl now. ]

today was eh.
i was in a shitty mood all day, plus i forgot to take the zoloft, so i was really bitchy and shit. sucks. i got that 'job' washing dishes at the moose 'on call'. and i'm gonna get my permit tomorrow, that's the first step towards legal driving.

chelsea, cheryl, carlos, and i drove around in chelsea's car.
that was neet. we made the longest u-turn ever.. just going in circles.. it was super.
my brain hurts, i'm tired.

Our conversation was short and sweet
It nearly swept me off-a my feet.
And I'm back in the rain, oh, oh,
And you are on dry land.
You made it there somehow
You're a big girl now.

Bird on the horizon, sittin' on a fence,
He's singin' his song for me at his own expense.
And I'm just like that bird, oh, oh,
Singin' just for you.
I hope that you can hear,
Hear me singin' through these tears.

Time is a jet plane, it moves too fast
Oh, but what a shame if all we've shared can't last.
I can change, I swear, oh, oh,
See what you can do.
I can make it through,
You can make it too.

Love is so simple, to quote a phrase,
You've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days.
Oh, I know where I can find you, oh, oh,
In somebody's room.
It's a price I have to pay
You're a big girl all the way.

A change in the weather is known to be extreme
But what's the sense of changing horses in midstream?
I'm going out of my mind, oh, oh,
With a pain that stops and starts
Like a corkscrew to my heart
Ever since we've been apart.

(1 bullet in the gun. | self destruct.)

[04 Nov 2002|12:05am]

[ mood | depressed ]

[ music | pink floyd - breathe. ]

Home, home again.
I like to be here when I can.
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire.
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

(1 bullet in the gun. | self destruct.)

[03 Nov 2002|11:56am]

[ mood | amused ]

[ music | the afromen - because we're too white. ]

goddamn. this song is transcendent.
i wish i could find the lyrics somewhere.. because typing them out would require too much effort.

'it's like, [what's it like?] i'm really white. [really white?] geeze. [not black at all?] i mean, gosh.. [nothing black here.] pasty, even.

we were gonna grab our crotches, but we're too white. [come on, y'all.]
we were gonna shake 'em while everyone watched us.. but, we're too white. [pick it up.]
but, now we just look retarded.. and we know why. [why, man?!]
because we're too white, because we're too white, because we're too white!'

(2 bullets in the gun. | self destruct.)

[01 Nov 2002|09:33pm]

[ mood | hopeful ]

oh my god.
someone [carey/gary larson, or something?] is selling a lincoln.
oh baby. it's so pretty. and it has new tires, an almost new engine, everything works [he said, anyways..] and it's the perfect color.. pimp green. i'm not sure what year it is.. but, he only wants $1,200 for it.. and he said he'd probably go lower. i'm gonna call my daddy tomorrow and tell him. god, that car is so hot.

(1 bullet in the gun. | self destruct.)

[31 Oct 2002|09:31pm]

[ mood | funnied. ]

[ music | led zepplin - kasmir. ]

Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?
brought to you by Quizilla

(2 bullets in the gun. | self destruct.)

[31 Oct 2002|07:07pm]

[ mood | melancholy ]

[ music | pink floyd - breathe. ]

Breathe, breathe in the air.
Don't be afraid to care.
Leave but don't leave me.
Look around and choose your own ground.

Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.

Run, rabbit run.
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one.

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.

(1 bullet in the gun. | self destruct.)

[30 Oct 2002|10:16pm]

[ mood | bored ]

[ music | comedians lindsey lampert taped for me. ]

[Are you left handed or right handed?] right.
[Are you smart?] depends on who you ask.
[How many personalities do you have?] i dunno.
[What was your first word?] i dunno.
[Are you superstitious?] not really.
[Do you read your horoscope] sometimes.
[Do you believe in that stuff?] not really.
[Can you do a cartwheel?] i don't think so.
[Do you have contact lenses?] nope, glasses.
[Do you have a retainer or braces?] no.
[Can you drive?] i know HOW to. but, i don't have my license.
[Do you snore?] i don't know.
[Do you drool in your sleep?] sometimes.
[Do you lick stamps or use a sponge?] lick it.
[Do you keep a journal?] i think this is a journal, sorta.
[Do you like onions?] yeah.
[Do you like cotton candy?] yeah.
[Do you like pina coladas?] i don't know.
[What words do you overuse?] i dunno.
[What do you sleep in?] pajama pants.
[How many pillows do you have?] one.
[Do you like to dance?] sometimes.
[Do you like to sing?] sometimes.
[Are you any good at it?] probably not.
[Do you like to talk on the phone?] sometimes.
[Do you like where you live?] not especially.
[Is your room messy?] not really.
[Do you like to fingerpaint?] fawk yeah.
[What do you smell like?] girl.
[Are you organized?] not really.
[Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?] yep.
[Do you sleep with socks on?] sometimes.
[Are you shy?] depends.
[Do you talk to yourself?] sometimes.
[Got any lucky charms?] i don't think so.
[Are you a morning person?] waking up drunk is fun.
[What's your IQ?] i dunno.
[Are you a virgin?] heh.. 'i stuck a pencil in my ear once, does that count?'
[Do you believe in reincarnation?] i don't think so.
[Do you believe in God?] i don't know.
[Do you believe in aliens?] i don't know.
[Do you believe in ghosts?] i don't know.
[Do you believe in bigfoot?] nah.
[Do you believe in the loch ness monster?] nah.
[What's your favorite feature (on yourself)? nothing. but, i do like my movie/book collection.
[How old do you wish you were?] i dunno..
[Have you ever thought you were gonna die?] yep.
[What religion are you?] agnostic.
[Which finger is your favorite?] the eternal question..
[Do you like your handwriting? i write like an eight year old.
[Do you untie your shoes every time you take them off?] no. and i rarely tie them. fuck, i rarely wear shoes.

4 things you would eat on the last day of your life:
* taco.
* slurpee.
* uhh.. i don't know.
*

4 movies that you watch over and over:
* fear and loathing in las vegas.
* ghost world.
* pulp fiction.
* dark side of oz.

4 vacations you have taken:
* i don't remember.
*
*
*

4 things you'd like to learn:
* german.
* russian.
* everything else.
* yep.

4 beverages you drink frequently:
* diet pepsi.
* budweiser.
* water.
* saliva.

4 TV shows that you liked when you were a kid:
* i'm still a kid.. i like the history channel.
*
*
*

(4 bullets in the gun. | self destruct.)

[30 Oct 2002|08:48pm]

[ mood | indifferent ]

[ music | brian dutremble - you'll get used to it someday. ]

so, like.. Sunday.. chelsea, cheryl, and i went on a road trip, sorta.
we were gonna go to tioga for slurpees, but chelsea decided the weather was getting shitty, so we turned around. no slurpees. :(
then we made mains in columbus. or maybe that was before we started towards tioga.. don't remember. then we went to flaxton to visit some of cheryl's relatives. then we ate at the bar. and.. no fucking lie.. we were there for over an hour before we got our fucking food. we sat for like.. half an hour just waiting for the lady to take our damn order. it was retarded.

today sam gave me a variety of pills in home ec.. some ibuprofen for the headache, and a codeine for fun, and something that i don't remember [i'm oh, so reckless.. heh.] and by the end of biology i was feeling pleasant.

i think i'm gonna wash dishes at the moose. because there aren't any jobs available in crosby. this wouldn't even be a 'real' job. they'll 'call me when it gets busy. but, only on thursdays and fridays.' so, yeah.. what the hell. anyways..

foxy.

(self destruct.)

[26 Oct 2002|07:04pm]

[ mood | moody ]

[ music | billie holiday - strange fruit. ]

just got home from williston.. went with my mom and curtis.
i didn't get a hold of lucas in time, so i didn't get to visit him. :(

i got makeup, hairdye ['radiant ruby deep red' this time], a hard day's night [the movie], two cds [billie holiday - legends: 22 unforgettable classics and bob marley - legends: 22 forgettable classics], a mad magazine, and two tapes [bob dylan - blood on the tracks and janis joplin - janis].
woo hoo, yeah.

(2 bullets in the gun. | self destruct.)

[26 Oct 2002|12:31pm]

[ mood | amused ]

[ music | jack johnson - sexy plexi. ]

Who are you?

(2 bullets in the gun. | self destruct.)

[25 Oct 2002|10:03pm]

[ mood | vintage. ]

[ music | jack johnson - posters. ]

foxy:
http://www.1860-1960.com/xa062p0.html
http://www.1860-1960.com/xa652p0.html
http://www.1860-1960.com/xc106p0.html
http://www.1860-1960.com/xc152p0.html
http://pages.tias.com/392/PictPage/1920682182.html

in other news:
Lisa says:
what would the world be like..
Lisa says:
if we started using blow up dolls as mannequins..
i want the touch of your charms, the heat of your breath. says:
sick.
i want the touch of your charms, the heat of your breath. says:
THE ONES WITH THE OPEN MOUTHS?!
Lisa says:
would there be a sudden increase of mannequin thefts?
i want the touch of your charms, the heat of your breath. says:
haha.
Lisa says:
YES
Lisa says:
one can only wonder.
i want the touch of your charms, the heat of your breath. says:
those are fascinating.

(self destruct.)

[25 Oct 2002|08:44pm]

[ mood | morose ]

[ music | jack johnson - inaudible melodies ]

Brushfire fairytales
Itsy bitsy diamond wells
Big fat hurricanes
Yellow bellied given names
Well shortcuts can slow you down
And in the end we're bound
To rebound off of we

Well dust off your thinking caps
Solar powered plastic plants
Pretty pictures of things we ate
We are only what we hate
But in the long run we have found
Silent films are full of sound
Inaudibly free

Slow down everyone
You're moving too fast
Frames can't catch you when
You're moving like that

Inaudible melodies
Serve narrational strategies
Unobtrusive tones
Help to notice nothing but the zone
Of visual relevancy
Frame-lines tell me what to see
Chopping like an axe

Or maybe Eisenstein should just relax

Slow down everyone
You're moving too fast
Frames can't catch you when
You're moving like that

Well Plato's cave is full of freaks
Demanding refunds for the things they've seen
I wish they could believe
In all the things that never made the screen
And just slow down everyone
You're moving too fast
Frames can't catch you when
You're moving like that
Slow down everyone
You're moving too fast
Frames can't catch you when
You're moving like that
Moving Too....

(1 bullet in the gun. | self destruct.)

events. [25 Oct 2002|12:56pm]

[ mood | contemplative ]

[ music | pink floyd - time. ]

sam stayed at my house Wednesday night. no school Thursday or today because of teacher's convention, or something.
sam had to watch the hotel so the managers could go out, so we got a couple cases of beer and a liter of jack to pass the time. we drank jack and cokes out of sippy cups.. heh, we were chillin' like villains. it was fun.. jen [dusty's girlfriend] came over and drank with us. chelsea and kayla came over for a while, that was fun.
we talked to some hunters.. this old creepy guy kept saying 'i like lindsay.. i like that girl.' and i was like 'eh.. i'm not gonna go in that room anymore.' freaky.
britney got back at like.. ten-ish. we gave her a few beers.. and left.
memory's a little hazy.. but, we visited hank at like.. three in the morning. sam got a flat backing out of hank's driveway. so, we drove her pickup to the ekness parking lot and walked to ryan's to 'borrow' his car. i guess his dad called the cops, but ryan didn't give a shit. so, that's cool.
sometime woody showed up. we all [jen, sam, woody, and i] all went to williston for no reason. i think we were gonna wake luke up.. but, he moved.. and i don't know where he lives now. and i really don't think kailee would appreciate that.
so, we drove to williston.. got gas, and drove home. woo woo.
sam and i got home around six.. and went to sleep. and a good time was had by all.
Thursday, cheryl and chelsea came and got me.. we drove around and chelsea barked at people.. that was so funny. we talked to pudgie about getting drunk naked whilst wearing hair nets and beard nets.. hehe.
then we went to cheryl's house and talked to her mommy and got her dog.
hehe.. chelsea said 'dude, you just kicked your dogs ass' and it was the greatest thing ever.
after we dropped lucky off, cheryl sprayed a bunch of cars with 'tricky fun string'.
then we went to chelsea's for a while.. then we ate out at the diner.
then, cheryl had to go to work.. so, i went to ekness to talk to sam during her lunch break. we went to self serve and ate.. then to jen's apartment.
then sam went back to work and i went to sleep until sam came over after work to get her shit. we went to jen's for a bit.. then sam went home.
after that.. leslie came over and asked me if i wanted to drive around.
we drove around for half an hour, or so.. then, he had to go home.
he kept saying he needed to get laid, etc. and i was like '..hm, yeah.' and finally.. he said 'wanna have sex?' and i was like 'uh.. i'd have to decline.'
of course, that made things.. really fucking awkward. yeah, kay.
what the fuck.

tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain.
you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
and then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
no one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

(1 bullet in the gun. | self destruct.)

blah blah blah. [21 Oct 2002|08:05am]

[ mood | blah ]

[ music | pink floyd - comfortably numb. ]

chelsea got a new car, it's nice.
it's a 96 white grand am.. i think it fits her.

i've had a headache for like.. four days.
i'm gonna [finally] return that application to mister kay's today.

my dad told me to get my permit before we go on christmas vacation, so he can 'drink beer all the way there.'
not fair.

i wish i was fucked up.

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