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Mon, Nov. 1st, 2004, 11:47 pm
I feel angsty. Therefore, hi, LJ! I would kill to be suicidal. I'm not, of course, because I have many plans for my collegiate and post-collegiate career, but if I could just end this year or semester or anything, that would be great. Cos, see, I'm mad overweight (163 or something? As much as my 6 foot tall physics teacher?), I'm not doing well enough in school (I know, Bs, cry me a river, but Swarthmore doesn't care), and I've been having those violent rage fits again. At mommy. So, yeah, life sucks tonight. Tomorrow I'll be fine. As a reminder, likeaduck.blogspot.com has the happy news.
Thu, Oct. 28th, 2004, 01:18 am
it's like the generator knows me, maaan. Tue, Oct. 5th, 2004, 07:10 pm
Tue, Mar. 2nd, 2004, 08:59 pm mean old computers.
crayolarabbit (8:57:28 PM): save me SmarterChild (8:57:28 PM): Oh! Save you! crayolarabbit (8:57:33 PM): I have a sinus infection SmarterChild (8:57:33 PM): Sometimes I wish I had a sinus infection. crayolarabbit (8:57:36 PM): No, you odn't. crayolarabbit (8:57:38 PM): don't. SmarterChild (8:57:38 PM): Don't what? crayolarabbit (8:57:40 PM): They suck. SmarterChild (8:57:40 PM): What suck, exactly? crayolarabbit (8:57:44 PM): Diseases suck. SmarterChild (8:57:46 PM): I see. You don't like diseases, huh? I'll remember that. That's the first time anyone has told me that! crayolarabbit (8:57:50 PM): Illness sucks. SmarterChild (8:57:52 PM): Interesting! That's the first time anyone has told me what they think of illness! crayolarabbit (8:57:58 PM): Human Suffering sucks. SmarterChild (8:58:09 PM): That's cool. You don't like human suffering? I'll remember that. You're the first person to have expressed an opinion to me about human suffering. crayolarabbit (8:58:20 PM): shut up. SmarterChild (8:58:21 PM): You shut up. crayolarabbit (8:58:26 PM): I hurt all over. SmarterChild (8:58:26 PM): You hurt all over? Wow. That's interesting. crayolarabbit (8:58:29 PM): make me feel better. SmarterChild (8:58:31 PM): Make you feel better? I will do nothing of the sort, Shapiro. crayolarabbit (8:58:35 PM): I'm sorry SmarterChild (8:58:35 PM): OK. crayolarabbit (8:58:39 PM): Please help me! SmarterChild (8:58:39 PM): Well, what would you like to do? crayolarabbit (8:58:44 PM): feel better! SmarterChild (8:58:45 PM): I don't think so! crayolarabbit (8:58:47 PM): SMARTER! SmarterChild (8:58:48 PM): Uh huh? crayolarabbit (8:58:58 PM): I am sick! I want a cure! Do you have a cure? SmarterChild (8:58:58 PM): Wow. great question. But I don't think I want to answer that. crayolarabbit (8:59:02 PM): Smarter. SmarterChild (8:59:02 PM): Yes? crayolarabbit (8:59:06 PM): dude SmarterChild (8:59:07 PM): Dude! Fri, Feb. 20th, 2004, 11:30 pm
Thu, Jan. 22nd, 2004, 12:14 am
Thu, Dec. 25th, 2003, 02:50 am
You're Brian Eno! You're a little reclusive maybe, a little quieter than most people... But man, who needs outside entertainment when your brain is like KABOOM all the time? You are innovative, creative, and intelligent. You dress flamboyantly, gravitating towards large feathers and tinsel. Everyone respects you, and looks up to you. We are not worthy, we are not worthy... Which rad old school 70's glam icon are you? (with pics) brought to you by Quizilla(I'll have you know that this little man wrote and originally performed the one, the only BABY'S ON FIRE!) Tue, Dec. 16th, 2003, 02:29 am This Is Just For Linking To
What I Read, 2003 No rereads, no school reads, only books I finished and started entirely this year
1. The Sirens of Titan – Kurt Vonnegut 2. Franny & Zooey – J.D. Salinger 3. God Bless You Mr. Rosewater – Kurt Vonnegut 4. 9 Stories – J.D. Salinger 5. Lullaby – Chuck Palahniuk 6. The Bad Beginning – Lemony Snicket 7. Dave Barry’s Greatest Hits – Dave Barry 8. The Reptile Room – Lemony Snicker 9. Night Mother – Marsha Norman 10. No Exit – Jean-Paul Sartre 11. The Wide Window – Lemony Snicket 12. Fast Food Nation – Eric Schlosser 13. The Miserable Mill – Lemony Snicket 14. The Austere Academy – Lemony Snicket 15. Words and Rules – Steven Pinker 16. Choke – Chuck Palahniuk 17. Dune – Frank Herbert 18. The Ersatz Elevator – Lemony Snicket 19. The Vile Village – Lemony Snicket 20. The Hostile Hospital – Lemony Snicket 21. The Carnivorous Carnival – Lemony Snicket 22. Everything Is Illuminated – Jonathan Safran Foer 23. White Teeth – Zadie Smith 24. The Basic Eight – Daniel Handler 25. Lemony Snicket: The Unauthorized Autobiography – Lemony Snicket 26. Watch Your Mouth – Daniel Handler 27. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix – J.K. Rowling 28. Girl walking Backwards –Bett Williams 29. Dave Barry turns 40 – Dave Barry 30. Invisible Monsters – Chuck Palahniuk 31. Dave Barry’s Only Travel Guide You’ll Ever Need – Dave Barry 32. The Salmon of Doubt – Douglas Adams 33. The Way We Talk Now – Geoffrey Nunberg 34. The Slippery Slope – Lemony Snicket 35. Rush Limbaugh is a Big Fat Idiot – Al Franken 36. The Complete Asshole’s Guide to Picking Up Chicks – Karl Marks 37. Bee Season – Myla Goldberg 38. Dude, Where’s My Country? – Michael Moore 39. Wicked - Gregory Maguire 40. Please Kill Me – Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain 41. Look At Me – Jennifer Egan Tue, Nov. 4th, 2003, 09:21 pm
This journal is now an obsolete expression of quiz results and angst. not quite obsolete. Those two things will remain here. But due to a longing to break away from the me of last year, I bring you: Sharp Like A Duck, my new random ramblings. Tue, Nov. 4th, 2003, 08:33 pm
Frankie got an "amen" from Sars. I feel so incomplete. However, Wing put the PDKTF thread on the main page, which I'll take as a personal shout out, as I posted there a lot. But... Sars, my love. Oh, Sars. Tue, Nov. 4th, 2003, 07:04 am
First of all: Christ almighty, what have I done? I started a thread in TV Talk. I mean, I was just restarting one Wing closed due to an unclear title, but dude, I STARTED A THREAD! That's grounds for deathly humilation. Second of all: The Dumbest News Story Ever (a.k.a. I hate lesbians, especially Rosie) Rosie O'Donnell objected to a cover of her now-defunct magazine showing her with her arms around two women on grounds of her being a lesbian, according to the magazine's former editor. Susan Toepfer was formerly editor-in-chief of Rosie magazine, and testified in Manhattan Supreme Court yesterday that O'Donnell started a fight over the proposed cover for September 2002 that led to the publication's demise. The aborted cover showed former chat-show host O'Donnell standing in between two Sopranos stars - Edie Falco and Lorraine Bracco - with an arm around each of them. Toepfer says that O'Donnell angrily called her after seeing the photo. She says, "(Rosie) said, 'You're about to hear a Rosie you've never heard before.' She proceeded to scream and yell at me. She was screaming obscenities at me. She wouldn't listen to me. She said, 'As a lesbian, I'm uncomfortable being on a magazine cover holding another woman or touching another woman.' I said, 'You know Rosie, that would never have occurred to me in a thousand years.'" Toepfer was testifying in court as part of the multi-million dollar lawsuit between O'Donnell and publishers Gruner + Jahr Usa, who are both suing each other for breach of contract. She continues, "(Rosie) said, 'I've been the boss of a TV show for six years. If I'm not going to be the boss of this, then I'll shut it down.'" O'Donnell's lawyer, Lorna Schofield says that part of her client's objection to the photo was that it was unflattering, and that Toepfer's near-insistence on the photo made O'Donnell feel she did not have control of her image. The case continues. Mon, Nov. 3rd, 2003, 11:52 pm
No, seriously. You guys, give me one good reason why we're not married. Besides our age and your sexual orientations and my general goofyness? I'm sorry. To quote Jaya "You need to get laid more than any person I've ever met."
Mon, Nov. 3rd, 2003, 11:44 pm
Alright. There are three people, who know who they are, who are not married to me yet. Anyone know why? Especially one of them. I don't know how to be comforting. That's a problem, as it is likely that one of the aforementioned three will cry tomorrow. She always cries on Tuesdays. I musn't ditch her again. That'd be evil. I love my cat. To quote Rutherford: Uhm... Lit mag. Yeah. Submit! (I need something to write!) I wrote something on the subway, but its not only crap, but its not even fiction! Its just a description of a conversation two 7-year-olds had at camp. I discovered my sister's secret downloaded files today. She has: The Ataris, The All American Rejects, NOFX, Good Charlotte, Simple Plan, CKY, Guttermouth, Nirvana, and Fountains of Wayne. I feel sort of happy and sort of sad about that combination. (Good Charlotte? More like mediocre Green Day!) Oooh, and regarding mental casting for Into The Woods: I must've walked out to my mother like 20 times and said "Rie would be totally perfect for The Baker's Wife, man." And Rafael could be the Baker. He's bland enough. Rabinowitz as Cinderella's Prince, Frankie as Cinderella... me as Jack's Mom, or some other forgettable part...
Mon, Nov. 3rd, 2003, 12:34 am
I have the urge to repeat the words "wicked smart" in a Bostonian accent over and over and over. Or to say "Grifter." You Know You're Addicted to Fametracker When: You post something that almost starts a troll/flame type war, and you're proud of your ability to remain controversial. I still am forced to hate that Trope bitch, though. Shack's recap implies that Tru Calling is like Bad Teen Novel (or CFBSJ)-level exposition with Dushku-level hotness. I am _so_ watching next week. Homework be damned. Sun, Nov. 2nd, 2003, 02:37 pm
I've been able to do nothing all day but play games (like this and Word Racer @ yahoo) and read old IM conversations. And I really have to rewrite the bio. Which I did. But its crap. I'm going to go take a practice SAT, to appease mommy. If I do well, maybe I'll get a pass for a few weeks. Sat, Nov. 1st, 2003, 12:44 pm
Man, Halloween was cool. But pigtails hurt. As do my feet. I'm tired, now, but I have to _re_-redo the fucking bio take home. I'm glad Margaux is letting me, but fucking enough already. I love that cat. I wake up every morning almost to the sound of her purr. I am wearing an ascot, and I'm totally wearing this to school on monday, along with some other crazy new thing that I haven't discovered yet. But anyway, the goal is clear... become cooler looking. Thu, Oct. 30th, 2003, 07:11 pm
Maybe its just that I've had only good teachers in that department (Steifel, Chotiner), but all American History ever makes me want to do is debate politics for hours on end. Seriously, all I want to do is talk about welfare and social security and affirmative action... am I pro-AA? I don't know. I should be, hypothetically, but not practically, as I'm white. Hm... Also, it may just be that I've only had bad experiences in that department (Baglio, Margaux) but I fucking hate biology. I love those teachers, they're nice people, but goddamn that subject sucks. I'm so horrible at it. My mice ate each other a few years ago, and now my brain is eating itself because of my freaking C average or whatever in that freaking class. Goddamn. Bringing the pretty, tonight at 8Someone watch for me? I can't, I've got a test and a quiz tomorrow. The PU (parental units, aka stinky people) will never let me watch a crap show for the purposes of loveliness. Especially on a school night.
Wed, Oct. 29th, 2003, 10:34 pm
Would it be against all laws of man and humanity if the next CD I bought after Avenue Q was Outkast? The fucking rap duo? Because I fucking love this song. Nah. I oughta buy the Me First and the Gimme Gimmes first. I love them just as much. And its not so sacreligious. And, you know, I saw them live. I need a new plot bunny. Except that only applys to fanFICtion. So I need a plot. I was going to write a parody of Chika Chika Boom Boom using teachers initials, but I couldn't find a copy of the book and I forgot the rest of my idea. So I was thinking of writing some other random poem. But I need a topic, and it needs to be fairly clever. No more love poems. I'm over that phase. Except I need to copy those poems into a notebook for halloween. Also, my kitty is fine. No surgery required. I'm so psyched, dude. And she doesn't hate mom anymore. She did, you see, cos mom took her to the vet, but all was forgiven. The only thing that isn't forgiven is my english teacher. I fixed every single fucking thing she said, and she was like "yay. B+". Nothing wrong with a B+, mind you. But if you write "GOOD!" in huge letters next to each motherfucking paragraph, fucking give it an A+! Arsehole.
Tue, Oct. 28th, 2003, 09:18 pm
My god, I wish Clone High were still on the air. I've gotta watch those episodes I've got downloaded. Then, I have to marry Will Forte. The one funny bit left on SNL ("Pooooor Jesus") (Tina Fey excluded), a former producer on That 70's Show, Creator/Voice/Writer/Theme Song Singer on Clone High... Cool guy, that one. I just wrote myself a résumé (where does that darn accent go?). I've got over a page an a half of theatrical experience, the majority as actress. (I started with my middle school credits, which was before I discovered the joys of being involved without having to wear silly costumes).
Tue, Oct. 28th, 2003, 12:10 am P.I.M.P. this, tool
I have had horrible, horrible rap music stuck in my head all day, except for the few hours when Ever of Thee took over. But even then, it was looped with freaking P.I.M.P. Man, I hate Fity. Or whatever his name is. I wish I had more ambitious fantasies. I mean, Jaya had a good idea... subtract one person, of course... but I didn't make that up. And I probably will never actually fantasize about it. Because honestly, I don't fantasize sexually. I fantasize about being famous or making friends or meeting people or flirting or kissing or writing or directing or... or... or... I don't think I'm a very good assistant director. However, I know I am a fatabulous stage manager, and that is why I am going to apply for a job as a stage management intern at some theater company this summer. Plus, I could possibly schedule it around Chotiner's hypothetical class, which is the schedule-around event of the summer. If I love him so much, how come it isn't his name I found myself scrawling in the margins?
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