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Monday, June 7th, 2004
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6:57 am - FBI: 1, Johnny Sack: 0
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so I was wrong about The Sopranos. really wrong.
item one: I knew Johnny Sack was going down, but I did NOT see that coming. holy crap. when Tony was meeting with him & he just took off.. and I saw all the men swarming around the house, I jumped up and yelled "WHOA!!" oh man.
item two: I was glad that Tony killed his own cousin. way to be a man. I was excited when he approached him with that shotgun, I'm not going to lie.
item three: poor Christopher. I was kind of peeved that the first thing Tony ever said to Christopher about that whole situation was "did you mention Ralph around her?" jesus! his fiancee was just murdered by his family, damn it! and Adriana was amazing, okay??
enough. on to other things.
I pulled a muscle in my back yesterday working out. it hurts a lot. as I sit here and type, it hurts. when I lay down, it hurts. when I stand up, it hurts. Jesus H.
I'm kind of binging on Johnny Depp movies. I saw Benny & Joon last week, Donnie Brasco yesterday, and Fear & Loathing In Las Vegas is on tap for tonight.
GOD, there are so many things I was going to do this weekend. oh well. at least Veronica has been washed & waxed AND admired my my next door neighbor.
the only people from Duluth I've seen are Koegel & Ben (& Sam, but that was IN Duluth). to that, I say BOO.
somebodyhiremesomebodyhiremesomebodyhiremesomebodyhireme
current mood: ow. ow. ow.
current music: the postal service.
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| Sunday, June 6th, 2004
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9:21 am - those green "movie pass" shirts suck.
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Harry Potter = good.
Welcome to Mooseport = decent.
The Hot Chick = amazingly funny.
movies are the best.
I had a nice long chat last night with.... Bonnie! really, it was cool. I was thinking that it would be really weird if she & I stayed in touch, but everytime I go in that store, I'm there for a half hour to forty-five minutes talking to her.
countdown to the end of the fifth season of The Sopranos: 10 hours and 39 minutes. I'm so excited. the speculation of who is going to get whacked is destroying my insides. my predictions? Johnny Sack is going to kill Tony B., and then Tony S. is going to kill Johnny Sack. and make Carmine the boss, but work through him like he did with Uncle Junior. you heard it here first! if Johnny Sack does get killed, however, it will kind of make me sad that they lost two characters this season that were there from the beginning. (I'm still bitter about Adriana.)
GOD, I'm so obsessed.
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| Thursday, June 3rd, 2004
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9:09 pm - i'm not THAT big of a groupie.
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not really much to say for this week:
looking for jobs. seeing old friends. smoking cigarettes. wasting gas & lying about the destination. making movies. retracing my steps one year later. missing phone calls. overdosing on BloodSugarSexMagick. missing Duluth. biting my nails. watching "Glitter." (oh yes - I did. only an hour. it was like watching a train wreck.) anxiously waiting for returning phone calls from scatterbrained boys. sneaking around serial numbers. getting along with my father. boys being fucked up. and a surprisingly aggressive version of "Come Sail Away" by Styx, performed by three incredibly inebriated twentysomething men who attempted to breakdance at the same time (and nearly killed me in the process, I might add).
all in all, an interesting week, I suppose.
oh, and for anyone who has heard or believes the contrary: I did not sleep with Cory. I don't know how that rumor got started or why it hasn't gotten stomped out yet, but the truth is that I did not. (believe me, if I did, everyone would know.)
Buegler (6:13:53 PM): ha ha, there you go, the second member of the jollies to have a little anne sandwich.
yeah, that was not appreciated. oh well. SQUELCH THE RUMOR, KIDS.
current mood: wait, WHAT??
current music: red hot chili peppers - walkabout.
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| Monday, May 31st, 2004
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8:31 pm - routine, this is Anne. I miss you.
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I hate to have day after day without direction. I need some boundaries, and I have none. nobody's here when I wake up, so I'm left to do whatever I need to - by myself - until four or five o'clock. it's driving me crazy. I long for a routine and a steady income, goddamn it.
got an unexpected phone call from a Duluth boy today. he wanted the dirt on Jeremy & I because he'd heard about the incident through the grapevine. it's weird to know that people talk about your sex life. especially an incident that happened way the fuck back in March. however, in talking with him today, I realized that as much as I try to downplay the whole thing, it really was awesome. but I really am sick of people making a big deal out of it. the boy today was saying things like "this will be legendary" and "wait until they're famous, then you'll be making t-shirts that say 'I slept with Jeremy!'" I'll admit - it's cool. but not that cool. it's history, and there's just no point living in it.
in short... I don't know. the whole thing was just weird and the issue needs to be put to rest.
oh yeah, Duluth? hi. it's me. I fucking miss you a lot.
edit [10:48 pm]: fuck the Lakers!! fuck 'em! they don't need another title!!
damn. we were so close. then Rush made that goddamn 3 pointer. that's where we lost it.
booooooooooo.
current mood: quiet & waiting.
current music: nick cave - there is a light.
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| Thursday, May 27th, 2004
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10:09 pm
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this time tomorrow, I'll be HOME (...Duluth) rocking out to the Jollies. oh yes.
I really have nothing to say. I'm sick of being home. sick of it. I miss my friends. I miss my life. I miss miss miss miss miss miss miss miss.
and I'm sick of fucking up. I do all the superfluous shit and forget to do the important things.
oh well. Zach-from-the-Jollies emailed me tonight, praising me ( ... ) which, as some of you know, is a fucking huge deal for me on a few different levels. and I fucking love him. Zachary. ::sigh::
PS: SAMANTHA SCOTT, CALL ME TOMORROW IN D-TOWN.
or maybe I'll call you. whatever.
current music: the eels - it's a motherfucker.
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| Monday, May 24th, 2004
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10:03 pm - what year is it?
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I spent the day living in history.
remember last summer, when I went to North Dakota for the celebration of my grandma's church's centennial? and then, two weeks later, I celebrated my grandparents' fiftieth wedding anniversary?
well my dad wants to make a DVD of all the pictures from both events & incorporate some extremely old photographs of my grandma's side of the family to give to his parents on Memorial Day. (insert "awww" here: _____.)
yeah, but guess who gets stuck with the job? moi. I dreaded this project since the day it was brought up.
it wasn't bad at all. I loved every second of it. my family's history absolutely fascinates me. I started at ten o'clock this morning and before I knew it, it was four o'clock.
my great-grandfather was evidently a heavyweight behind the scenes in Hollywood. he was a lighting director. apparently, all the big-name actresses requested him specifically because he made them look really fricken good. I ran across a picture of him with Dean Martin. and then Natalie Wood. and then John Wayne.
it was an interesting day.
oh, and I found this cool picture of me & my brother (I apologize for the sucky picture quality):
oh.. and I may or may not have a date tomorrow afternoon. heh.
current mood: snarky.
current music: elliott smith - sweet adeline.
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| Sunday, May 23rd, 2004
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10:05 pm - a tribute to Adriana.
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you were my girl.
I know why you had to go. but you were my girl. you made trashy look good. and I hated it when Christopher was mean to you. I wanted you to shove those eggs up his nose... the ones you offered to make him the morning after he nearly choked you to death. that fucking guy. but I loved him almost as much as you did. you never wanted to hurt anyone. and look, they sent Silvio of all people to kill you. boo. big motherfucking boo.
so here's to you, Adriana.
and here's to your career, Drea de Matteo. may God be with you as you embark on Joey, and may he be there when it inevitably crumbles and NBC has nothing except Scrubs and Will & Grace to carry the fall season.
so yeah, big shocker there. put quite the damper in my evening. oh well. oh well.
made a video yesterday for my brother's english class... Act Three, Scene Three from Julius Caesar. three high school boys in togas attempting to recite Shakespeare... let's just say that THAT was an experience I don't care to have again any time soon.
rainrainrain, three days in a row. I like that. I hope it continues. and I hope GAS PRICES GO DOWN SOON. bitches be shammin'.
Koegel (12:46:28 AM): i am at the level in typer shark where i have to salvage the treasure of queen anne
Koegel (12:46:31 AM): this one's for you baby.
current mood: obituarity.
current music: neutral milk hotel - untitled.
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| Saturday, May 22nd, 2004
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12:46 am
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today I drove around in my pickup truck in the rain and listened to Johnny Cash.
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| Friday, May 21st, 2004
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12:17 am - loitering vs. littering. it's only ash.
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I have to say that the coolest thing I've done in awhile was with Connie tonight.
we went to Perkins and spent $1.59 each (coffee for me, black/orange tea for her), and then sat in the bed of my new truck and smoked cigarettes in the still, serene parking lot of Cub Foods. I believe that we need to make that a habit. we even started planning the next time out, including jazz music, coffee, and a blanket. and it needs to be warmer. I suggested that we do it tomorrow night, but she's going to nerd out and read. (I love you, Connie!)
today was the least productive day of my entire life. no fucking joke. except I saw Shrek 2. cute. not as good as I had hoped, but I think I'm alone on that one because everyone else loves it. except Puss in Boots.. that fucking cat owns. Antonio Banderas, man, it was amazing. I want to be that cat.
so I guess my new thing is a picture in every post. right on.
current music: miles davis - someday my prince will come.
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| Wednesday, May 19th, 2004
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11:23 pm - bonnie: -1
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I found Northtown. I'm an idiot.
instead of applying for jobs, I bought two t-shirts and a pair of sunglasses. way to be productive.
but the internship is looking positive. so that's a good thing.
if anyone tells you Duplex is good, they're just lying to you. and now that I don't work for Blockbuster, not only did I waste my time, but I wasted my money. y'know, the money that I'm not making. so Bonnie loses a point.
can I get a hell yes for my Wolves? thanks.
I'd like to share a random picture:
I've been telling the story behind the picture every day for the last three days, and I just can't describe it well enough. so here's the picture. and I love it. I just don't think that anyone I was telling the story to reads this. so it's pointless. oh well. enjoy it anyway, because Zach's fricken hot and is the sole person supporting whatever band was onstage at the time.
it's 66 degrees outside and I'm rocking a sweatshirt. I'm supporting my homies with the bad circulation. right on, guys. stay strong.
oh yeah:
I don't usually like these too much, but this is fucking cool.
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GOD, THAT'S SO COOL!
nobody?
is this thing on?
current music: derek & the dominos - bell bottom blues.
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2:01 am - karoke vs. karaoke.
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karaoke at Old Chicago in Uptown. always a good time.
the amazing JOEL sang "total eclipse of the heart" with Koegel and sang it like they did in Old School... "I fuckin need you now tonight.. and I fuckin need you more than ever..." man, the drunk guys really liked that. and during the instrumental part, joel yelled "ANNE CLIFFORD'S HOT!" into the mic. it was so cool. this is going to take over Beaners as our Tuesday routine.
oh yeah. I got a fucking car. my parents leased a 2004 Tacoma for me & my brothers for the next four years... so all the money that goes INTO the car is split three ways between us.. but guess who's the only one out of the three with a license? -->this girl<-- oh yes. oh fucking yes.
I need a job and to get some sleep. and to stop smoking.
I don't smoke.
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| Monday, May 17th, 2004
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10:14 pm - a faith restored and questioned.
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it was a night of seven cigarettes, coffee, and chocolate milkshakes. and reminiscing with my best friend. the Silent Bob to my Jay. pissing in the not-so-secluded back trails by Target was not as cool as running into an ex-coworker with a cigarette dangling from my lips. I'm finally secure with my new hair color and actually completely happy with my life. now I remember how life is so cool and how it is and has continually been so good to me. I don't ask the why questions. I'd rather not know.
a little faith would be nice. something to believe in. something absolutely concrete that I can say, "well, at least this is unwavering. at least this is true." having something like faith that would hold me up. but what faith? and faith in what?
I took a religion class this last semester. maybe I should have taken it more seriously, contemplated taking one up. I really liked some of the Buddhist theories and some Muslim ideologies. but I could never commit to a religion like either one. I couldn't devote myself completely to a belief structure like they require, or so I believe they require.
oh yeah. as much as my instinct tells me to fight it with everything I've got.. I really like growing up.
current mood: cancerous.
current music: nine days - wannabe.
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| Sunday, May 16th, 2004
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11:16 pm - super green.
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oh man. I love the rain so much. especially when it pours like it did a half hour ago.
so Connie gave me ( the coolest present in the whole wide world ) tonight. it's not exactly like that, but man... I feel so badass now. that is seriously the single coolest thing I own. I can't wait to show that bad boy off.
I had such a good time tonight. Eric, Paul, Connie & I chilled at Perkins for awhile.. then Eric left for a mystery date and Paul & Connie & I sat around and talked for the next three and a half hours or so. it was a wonderful time. as much as I miss all my Duluth friends, I'm really glad that I'm home.
it was kind of weird to talk to my friends from home about my friends from Duluth. to explain one portion of my life to another, equally as important... I don't know. I guess I jumped into my home life pretty well, because Duluth seems so far away. sleeping in my dorm room seems like it was another life. I feel like I've been home for months, and it's only been three full days.
time plays tricks on me. it's a weird feeling to think that everything that I was three days ago is 150 miles away.
oh well. we move on.
current music: lucky southerners - a song for pete
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| Saturday, May 15th, 2004
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7:00 pm - TROY baby.
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oh yeah - it was that hot.
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| Friday, May 14th, 2004
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11:05 pm
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notables:
-got five CDs today for $30 (including a Dizzy Gillespie compilation). that's a deal & a half.
-had a long nostalgic talk with Koegel today as she sat in her car outside LSH. partway through, Matt & Jeremy called to make sure that they didn't have a gig tonight. what?? I guess I know their schedule better than they do. (which isn't exactly a surprise to anyone.)
-unpacked half of my shit.
-wandered aimlessly through the house. back, forth. up, down.
-went to Blockbuster & talked with the old coworkers. I rented a bunch of movies too, since it's rent one - get one free. hell fucking yes. I have to ease into this "paying for movies" thing.
oh yeah - this rocked:
Colby (5:52:36 PM): I hard to type high.
hahaha. I miss that kid already.
I need to stop wallowing in my solace.
y'know when someone suddenly pops into your head and they won't leave? and it's been at least twelve hours? yeah. that's annoying, and he's got to go. it's not healthy. because now.. well, he just isn't going to leave. and if I go to bed with him on the brain, that means that I'm going to wake up with him on the brain. which means another day with him in my head. goddamn. and I don't get to see him until May 26.. and that's a long time.
other things. onto other things.
current music: lucky southerners - alice in wonderland.
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| Thursday, May 13th, 2004
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9:55 pm
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home.
it's so weird to think that life as I had gotten used to will not exist for the next three months. and when I go back, it'll all be different.
oh man. this is not good. I want a cigarette.
not happening. I am not smoking while I'm home. that's for DAMN sure.
I'd forgotten how cold my basement gets at night. all the familiarities of home are starting to come back to me, like I'd never left at all.
god this is weird.
current music: sly & the family stone. again. just can't get enough.
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| Wednesday, May 12th, 2004
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11:22 am
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so Beaners was really really cool last night. I'm going to go ahead and say that it was the best Beaners night thus far. nice little chat with Jeremy... started my book... talked with Jamaine (guitar player for the Soul Prophets) for a while. that kid is awesome.
after we left, there was a little glitch. oh well. we move on.
then the final Conan party. it was cool to have everyone together one last time.
current music: mason.
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| Monday, May 10th, 2004
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11:18 pm
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first final - done & done.
first day of finals week - got jack SHIT accomplished.
except I got TONS of compliments on the new Jollies intro.. which I appreciate.
& the goodbyes start tomorrow. that's going to be hard.
I think I'm going to have a really hard time saying goodbye to Duluth. my entire life is here. everything I know and have come to love is here. and even though I'm excited to go home, I will really miss it up here. the people, the places, the routines...
I never knew I could enjoy life this much. sometimes I feel like I'm in a Jack Kerouac novel because it's so bittersweet. life is fast and amazing with the impending doom of responsibility.
current music: the who - you better, you bet
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| Sunday, May 9th, 2004
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11:28 am
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so Donald Rumsfeld is a douchebag.
and Matt Mobley's in hot water.
and I have a lot of shit to do before 8:00am tomorrow.
and I may or may not have officially taken up smoking. so I'm going to be done "casually smoking" with Ben, Donny, Colby, and Dan for a day or so and see how that goes. because I do not need that right now.
and Eric, please tell Jim to go directly to hell because "Fishin' In The Dark" is still in my fucking head.
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| Saturday, May 8th, 2004
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7:28 pm
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(deleted the previous entry and am rewriting history.)
as aforementioned, if I had to be a member of the opposite sex, I would choose to be ( Dan Ristrom. )
the guy is absolutely amazing.
(my second choice would be Warren Beatty, I think. bad movies? nonexistant.)
I brought this up at brunch this morning, and it got the group thinking.
so now I'm curious. if you could be any person of the opposite sex, who would you be?
I'm getting excited to go home. I think I miss it.
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