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Sunday, August 22nd, 2004
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12:50 am - Can you tell? [publicized in an attempt to offend as many offensive people as possible]
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Having received at Pomona two years of high-quality, culturally sensitive education, formal and otherwise (that being laid atop the foundation of thirteen years in Piedmont's excellent, if somewhat one-sided, school system), not to mention possessing an expansive brain virtually overflowing with oft-traveled neural pathways, I very rarely make gross generalizations about groups of people or engage in rampant stereotyping. This is the combined result of: original lack of prejudice/the cleansing properties of the mental trip through a car wash that is education; a subconscious filtering out of any prejudicial impulses that may be present in deed, word, and/or thought; and, the mop-up by my conscious mind of whatever ignorant assumptions may have escaped prior attempts to squash them.
However, there is one sweeping, umbrella-esque statement that I am perfectly willing to make, a statement that some might consider to be an unfair generalization, the product of ignorance and closemindedness, etc. To those people, I say: if you're not for us, you're against us, and are therefore part of the group of people I'm about to denounce, and are therefore probably too stupid or otherwise unable to wield the powers of speech and discernment without the hands-on aid of one of Us. Or you're deaf, in which case I'm cool with you.
Ahem. Anyone who doesn't like The Beatles falls, without question, into one of the following categories:
1. people who have never heard the music of The Beatles, or, because of age (under, say, 10), are unable to make intelligent (but basic) judgments on pieces of high art, such as the music of The Beatles
2. those who have suffered grievous head trauma resulting in brain damage, have undergone lobotomies that affected their powers of judgment, or have very low IQs
3. those who are totally deaf
4. people who have utterly horrid taste in music, i.e. none.
Notice that I have stopped short of making any unrelated and thus unfair sweeping statements; for instance, I could have extrapolated from the heading of category 4 and said that, in addition to having laughably horrific taste in music, people who don't like The Beatles are also virtually certain to have bad taste in clothes, fragrances, wallpaper, and general lifestyle. Which is not a huge logical leap. But I didn't!
If you like The Beatles, I imagine you'd agree that people who don't are either uninformed, unexposed, literally infantile, brain damaged, clinically idiotic, or completely devoid of any sense of what constitutes "good music". Or are deaf, in which case we have no beef with them, right?
And if you don't like them, then you either are very stupid, have no taste in music, or simply don't know what you're talking about, and in any case, we'll ask you to please keep your music collection away from our ears and your wrong opinion about The Beatles away from our children. Or you're deaf, so we're cool if you are.
Thank you.
current music: good music
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| Wednesday, September 10th, 2003
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2:11 pm
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From now on, this will be a friends-only journal. As if it hasn't been of late. But from this point forward, unless I have an annoucement I wish to make to the world at large, it'll all be friendsed.
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| Tuesday, September 9th, 2003
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12:13 am - Again
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Resolving myself not to give a damn about my readership and to write whatever the hell I want in here.
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| Saturday, September 6th, 2003
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3:29 pm - Tentative rule of thumb
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If you're trying to write a poem, take a shower.
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| Wednesday, September 3rd, 2003
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11:50 pm
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I just rolled my left ankle. It hurts. A lot. Fuck.
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10:36 pm - This guy teaches the poetry class I'm trying to get into
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| Saturday, August 30th, 2003
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6:03 am - I don't care what they say about us anyway
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Wake up like swimming through a heavy fog and attempt to recall the facts that define life.
I'm going home.
Turn on "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da" and dance with joy as I strip and pull on new clothes. Glimpse ink in window reflection and smile.
I'm going home. And I love you even if you end up not loving me, and life is amazing in its many permutations and surprise endings which are really new beginnings. I feel like my coffee cup was filled instead with joy; I've never floated like this before.
I'm so happy. Give me a huge hug when you see me.
current mood: out of my mind with excitement
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| Friday, August 29th, 2003
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10:36 am - Scary shit
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Michael Jackson (pause for worship) is 45 today. Damn.
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| Thursday, August 28th, 2003
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4:09 pm
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Charlie: my mom's tattoo appointment has been moved back to 5:30; after that, we have to have The Talk, so it might be like 8:30 or 9 when I'm free to hang out. Is that cool?
I shall call you when they're through with me :P
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5:59 am - It's a journal!
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With the aid of the wonderful Natalie, I've created a new journal, ![[info]](http://library.vu.edu.pk/cgi-bin/nph-proxy.cgi/000100A/http/web.archive.org/web/20050208145322im_/http:/=2fstat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) adnarimz, in which I'll be posting poetry and such. It's probably not worth adding adnarimz as a friend; I'll end up posting everything in here anyway. I just wanted a way to put poetry up on a page I felt comfortable linking in my AIM profile.
The first entry's an oldish poem, just to get things rolling.
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4:20 am
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I've decided I'll just stay up for the rest of the night and pack. Better to get something done than lie awake for a while longer, sleep for two hours, and end up feeling dead tomorrow. I'll still feel dead, but it will be that stomachache dulling deadness of prolonged awakeness rather than the dragging exhaustion that comes with a couple hours of sleep. And I can always catch sleep here and there tomorrow. [5:42 edit: I feel fine!]
Oh! And:
People who are coming to visit me this year:
-Charlie (at least twice each semester)
-Ian
-Garrett
-Natalie (and Julie?)
-Fefo (?)
-elfie (?)
Excellent.
I'm playing Guster's Lost and Gone Forever album to accompany my packing efforts. Ah, the essence of time at Pomona. Perfect.
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3:54 am
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Does anyone else frequently experience moments when your nipples just tingle?
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3:47 am
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I have to get up at 7:30 for breakfast with my dad, so of course I can't sleep. Keep thinking about how it will be to finally be back home, to see everyone. I'll either cry or scream when I get on campus; whichever I do, it'll be joyous. I'm going to go to Rains as soon as I can, do upper body in the weight room and also get my physical therapy for the knee going.
And I can't believe I'm going to be a sophomore in college. It's different from all the "19 sounds so old" freakouts -- this is, I am maturing and becoming an adult; my life is turning into something entirely different. It's scary, but it's also so exciting.
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| Wednesday, August 27th, 2003
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11:00 pm - Just for laughs
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2:12 pm - Lyrics, cause everyone loves them
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Twelve Stones -- "Home"
In my eyes you see the pain
With each lie I take the blame
With each sigh I slowly fall away
You are there when I need you
You sew me up when I bleed through
The endless cloth of lies surrounding me
Everything that I am you have given me
The lessons that I've learned are bringing me home
It's everything that I need
It's all the truth that I believe
Right where I need to be
Just bring me home
I hide in darkness blind to sense
Chasing a dream with false pretense
Help me find the fracture in this dark sky
Everything that I believe is slowly overtaking me
I'm just trying to find my way back home
Endless days are haunting me
Open eyes and I can't sleep
I need this now rescue me
Just bring me home
You can't bring me down
‘Cause I'm going home
It's everything that I need
It's all the truth that I believe
Right where I need to be
Just bring me home
Endless days are haunting me
Open eyes and I can't sleep
I need this now rescue me
Just bring me home
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