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Hey, i know i haven't been around for awhile, sorry, *attempts true puppy-dog look, failing miserably* However, since its summer and i still have been unable to get a job, i now have time for livejournal. hopefully somewhere in there is a good thing. Actually, at the moment, i am trying to make a mix for a friend. The track list so far is:
Clash- London calling
Rufus Wainwright- Rebel Prince
Pulp- Common People
Tori Amos- Winter
Blind Melon- No Rain
Placebo- Every you and every me
Guster- What you wish for
The Tea Part- Walking wounded
White Stripes- gentleman
Muse- track 5
Oasis- Hey Now
Flogging Molly- whats left of the flag
The Tea Party- Messenger
Queen- Bicycle Race
Blind Melon- change
The Unicorns- whistle track ( i can't remember the name :O)
Pulp- Mis-shapes
Guster- two points for honesty
The Dresden Dolls- coin-operated boy
The Strokes- someday
with Blur's Parklife stuck in there somewhere. Its supposed to be a kinda "classics" cd because this is a girl i drove around a lot and she commented that she liked the music i played in my car. I offered to make her a mix, which explains the above. I don't know what your takes on mixes are. I'm not sure if i should put a wider range of artists on there rather than have two songs of some. If it was a tape i would have more room. hmmm.
Speaking of mix tapes, does anyone have laura's and lizabeth's address in France? I neglected to get one of the little business card deals that Mrs. Osur was passing out. I was trying to get a package together to send them while they're there. I hope they are having a great time. I miss them tho. :(
Today so far hasn't been that exciting. I went with my sister to Penfield to pick up a package from Navgorad, Russia from our old Russian exchange student, Asya. I think its a birthday present for my mom. All i know for sure is that it contained a lot of chocolate.
Other than that, i had a music lesson. I'm singing in a wedding soon so i was working on that. I'm a little nervous cause the couple is coming over later today to hear how its coming. *crosses fingers*
In more interesting news, i splurged at borders yesterday by spending all of my gift certificuts. I got the Rufus Wainwright, Poses; The Dresden Dolls; The Labyrinth soundtrack, and Keanan. I'm not sure about the last one. It was only $10 and i heard they were good. So we'll see. I'm really excited about everything else tho.
Is anyone else having problems with Photobucket? Does anyone know any better places to upload photos. I would be eternally grateful.
Other than that, my break so far has been grad parties, softball, movies (stepford wives-i loved the orlando and viggo bit in there-, harry potter-of course, 3x!!-, and several others) as well as just some various things i've always wanted to do but never have the time (like updating here).
Sorry if this was boring. I'll get back into the hang of it eventually.
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[16 Dec 2003|10:26pm] |
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wanna know about my placebo-filled weekend? see cut...and trust me, there are pictures *smirks wholeheartedly*
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Almost forgot my coutdowns:
4 DAYS:
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[08 Dec 2003|07:55pm] |
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*imerges from lj lurking*
hello all *shyly waves*
I know i haven't been here in awhile, but i have been commenting pretty faithfully. Right now im merely avoiding studying for calc. Ah..distractions. Hmmm, let me attempt to be interesting for a moment, please bear with me:
SOO, sunday was the Hot Hot Heat concert which turned out to be amazing!! It was the first time i've been to a concert and liked ever single band thats played. Its also the first time i've been to a concert thats had 3 opening bands! Oh well $13 for 4 hours is a-ok by me. When we first got there, there was only like 10 people in the place, and we were the latest i've ever been to a concert. The place ended up filling in, but still, we got 2nd row. Excellent. For starters, the guys from Star Spangles were so cute, with the sev hair, jumpy man, 70s brown suit coat wearing, "i love you saying" band members :) The jumpy guy reminded me of lizabeth. Im sure if we ever start our band, she will be the jumpy one. I'm not sure which one i'll be. Eir would probably take diva :P
Next came the Unicorns. Also three men, however decked out in pale pink pants and in one members case, a pale pink cape to match. Oh, and i best not forget the drummer's 3rd grade party-favor sunglasses. They were also highly amusing, telling stories of boiler rooms in Utica and scratchings on the door. Also the first time a bands told me they hate me (well, not just me, the audience, but still) but i think we made up for it when we started screaming "I LOVE YOU, COME BACK, I WANT YOUR PALE PINK PANTS!!!" as they were walking off stage. Also, we gave ourselves up to random mad screaming whenever one peaked back onstage to grab random equiptment.
The last opening band and the only really advertised one was the French Kicks, who i also enjoyed. The lead man has great hips, you could totally tell thats what he was all about. He kept coming and standing on the guard rail and shaking his hips. v. amusing.
Last but definitly not least, Hot Hot Heat finally came out. The lead guy was such a diva, you could tell by the walk and his very fashionable jeans. However, if the french kicks guy had a thing about hips, this guy had a thing about sweating. First off, his hair was, interesting. Second, he got hot v. fast from all his diva prancing and therefor said hair began to drip. As soon as it began to drip, he began swinging his head in a move that created this halo of sweat spinning off his head. The girls in front of us were getting sprayed and actually liking it. hmm, well, to each his own i guess. But again, really enjoyed all the music and all the guys because of their oddities and tight pin-striped pants :P
Today so far has been kinda boring, school, lit mag (taping boxes to walls and listening to french conversatoins with random phrases like "can can dancesr" interspersed which left me amused and slightly curious). Then i babysat for Sheman, following the kid around with noisy books and toys. Now im here, dreading calc and wanting to go read.
Oh, however, this concert thing has got me started on something. I want to start a band a week program (or maybe a band every two weeks) where i check out a band once a week, get to know them for that week, then move on to the next, coming back if i really liked them. I need to get to know more music. So, im enlisting all of you (requesting, rather) that if you have any groups you love, please let me know. lists are good, lists are encouraged, but i'll take anything i can get. New music is much appreciated. Thanks to any and all in advance who even think about helping me :)
Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.
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[26 Aug 2003|04:27pm] |
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| hey again from cambridge :) |
[20 Jul 2003|03:57pm] |
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Hey guys! back again at the internet cafe, but i have to leave in two minutes to give laura her half hour :) she says hi. So not too much has been happening, besides reading on the pretty pretty english lawns :) its been great (minus the essay, but i'm not gonna waste happy space on that). so guess what? Caitlin's been hypnotized!!! yes, that is right...it was pretty fun, laura is still making fun of my supposidly funny facial expressions-oh, and the blackmail will be great...pictures galore...well, it was fun anyway, i forgot my alphabet (now e-i-e-i-o) and questions such as what day comes after wednesday...and pretending i was a ballerina, miss america, boxer, and the like....laughing was fun...oh well, supposidly im one of those people really easily hypnotized cause i got picked out of a bunch of people asking...we've been to london and canterbury since we talked...saw Edmond (with lockheart from harry potter-supposidly England's top shakespearean actor of his time), saw the death of Thomas beckett done in sockpuppets, punted on the river cam, gotten stuck in trees while punting, etc...i have to go cause im taking up her time now :( so i hope to talk to you all soon, i miss you, thank you so much for hte messeges, they mean a lot since the only letters ive gotten have been from my mom telling me to play tennis and work on college apps...so if ur feeling even more generous...feel free to write either laura or me or both at cambridge: heres the address:
Caitlin Niles (or Laura Osur)
c/o The Cambridge Tradition
Jesus College
Cambridge CB5 8BL
United Kingdom
You don't have to so don't feel like im pressuring you too...just if you feel like it :) hope to talk to you soon! Barbra: that rocks about hungry, have a great time!! :D Bye! miss you all!
LOVE!
"we read to know we're not alone" -C.S. Lewis
"Cordelia, Cordelia, stay but a little? ha?" -King Lear *tear* if only i remembered the really sad gloucester parts too...maybe next time...oh well, :( good stuff, tho v. sad
P.S. we had our first english summer rain in which we ran around singing brian molko's song english summer rain! yayayayayay!!!
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hey guys, i can now officially say i've updated from a foreign country! woopaa!! sorry i haven't updated in the longest time, i just really haven't had anything worth say...i mean, i thought two balding men kinda said enough about my life...:P So far, we basically just suffered immensly from jet lag...laura w/o sleep = extrememly amusing. Something about andrew not being able to fly because draco's computer was destroyed and the back up files ingested by sev....confusing...but hilarious all the same. right now my mail isn't working, nor anyone else with aol....so im basically paying to leave im messages and lj...so besides sit around trying not to fall asleep during our 28 to 32 hours of being away, we've attended both an hour of our major class and 45 minutes of our minor class. Laura and i are together in our British Literature major class, which sounds like its going to be great. So far we've been told that we are spending a majority of the time studying King Lear and then excerpts from other english authors like Viriginia Woolfe...our first day we discussed a Shakespearean Sonnet about sex...maybe that was her ice breaking technique, im not sure...there are only two boys in the class, one of which went off on the idea that life is motivated by only two things: sex and death. well, we'll continue talking about it tomorrow...so i'll try to let u know later how the rest of the poem goes...
my next class was physcology...my teacher is really nice. while we were filling out hte mandatory cards (interestes...name...adress..etc), he played us all this catchy theme music to try to get it stuck in our heads cause hes doing a thesis about why music gets stuck in poeples heads...its funny,k sorry but i have to go, i'll try to write later...i can't get any email at the moment, hopefully it will work later, so if there is anything u wanna tell or send me, try leaving it here and hopefully my mail will be back up soon...i can just check my messages here through the normal page! thanks, miss you guys :) bye
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[17 May 2003|12:27am] |
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not in a negative mood as title suggests, merely have white stripes stuck in head...now that this is explained onto the journal entry*ahem*
Today i raced my horse....i know this probably sounds silly, so i guess i will explain myself. Brit has this amazingly cute habbit of following me around whenever im on foot in the ring with him. So i was wondering around with him, leadrope droped somewhere along the way. I start jogging a bit, and he trots next to me. We go a couple of times around like this. Then, i decide to step it up a bit by sprinting down one of the long ends. Brit galloped past me, circling back once he beat me to the end. We continued, walking a bit, then sprinting, him beating me every time (duh). It was funny tho, cause after a while, i'd start running, he'd still be walking. I'd get sooo close to the end, and he come galloping up from behind to beat me in the last few seconds. i don't know what else to say, i love bonding. i love my horse.
Today has otherwise been spent drawing doodles on my latin exam in the extra 10 minutes i had after i failed the mc part and did ok on the essays, walking and singing in the rain in mendon pond's with my dog, getting looked at funny for singing and walking in the rain in mendon pond's with my dog, going shoe/purse/jewlery shoping, thinking about how much being tall in my heels is going to annoy kevin (i don't care, they are pretttty *sticks out tongue*), then finally ending with the glorius matrix!!
Oh if i had all the time in the world i could not address every issue in that movie that i want too. First, i'll deal with the amusing ones. Ok, i don't know about you, but Mr. Smith cracks me up like no other. And now there are a bajillion of him. Think caitlin, crowded theater, bajillion mr. smiths. Now think jen, yelling at caitlin for laughing too loud...repeatedly. im sorry, even when something not funny in the least happens on screen, i can find a way to apply it to somehting to make it the most amusing thing i've ever thought, at least to myself.
its a gift and a curse...
maybe its just a bad boy stage in my life, but i've been finding the amusing bad guys extremely more interesting than the cookie-cutter save the world do-gooders that are predictable and flawless in the character sense. Sure the good guy has a flaw, like kryptonite or his heel, but good guys do what is right no matter what. With bad guys, all bets are off. Usually you can count on them doing whatever in self interest, but not always. Movie makers like to throw in the random bad guy turn good bit every once in a while, therefore you never know.
OK, back to the matrix. Another thing i really enjoyed about the movie, besides the random hurmorous lines and sisuations was that the concepts it presents really allows you to/makes you think about a lot of life choices and fundamental knowledge. Don't get me wrong, i enjoy the classic sappy story or canned laughter plot line like any other teenager that often uses words like "dude" and "tubular" to sound less intelligent than they really are. Thats what being a teenager is about to some people: doing what you do to make a statement, either meaning i am important or i am not. I know im being sterotypical and vague, but im just rambling so cut me a little slack to all my awesome friends who probably fit neither category. gah! thwarted again! i always seem to sidetrack myself into an entirely different thought than i planned on expressing....hmm, so bascially, i also like the matrix because it required more thought than the appromiating of the amount of drool forming in the popcorn bag vs. the alertness of my mind in actually particiapting in my viewing process rather than taking an extremely long coffee break as i watch yet another mediocre movie said to have some sort of potential. Again, don't get me wrong, i love dumb movies, if in the right mood. But then again, i enjoy smart movies even more if in the right mood.
i need to do something productive *twitches fingers* tho this weekend will be filled with glee as i will not have to deal with my wretched family. oh crap...pretending i didn't just write that...okaaay, leaving. random urge to download the little orphan annie/daddy warbucks duet...possible in the morning.
oh my goodness, oh my goodness! heee :P
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[13 May 2003|05:04pm] |
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Theres a man i used to see every day runing in the park, at different stops depending on the relative lateness of my arrival. Recently, a small child has accompained him at a slow walk pefect for holding hands with someone of shorter leg length. I don't know, but his sacrafice of what runners (i am not a runner, yet aspire to be) think is their own time just kinda inspired me. He gave up his time for thinking to entertain the thoughts of a eight year old. Maybe thats just me, but i smile when i see them everyday. is it a bad thing to be so easily inspired?
Ok, so i haven't been here in awhile...im sorry. I've been a busy girl, not like that is a suitable excuse as we are all busy people. However, it is the only one i can offer, so i must stick to it. To entertain myself, i shall list what it is that has kept me so busy/ what i have been doing: *clears throat in brutishly orc-like manner* SO, i have been: working on elizabeth's extremely belated bday gift (it is finished, just not pretty yet), pretending to study for american, studying for american, pretending to study latin, studying latin, buying donuts from random record store guys to fund the marathon they intend on running in, buying what turned out to be awesome used cds, avoiding my family, reading, hinding all my personal belongings as have recently found out that mom, suspicions now true, has been going through my stuff, playing softball, making stupid jokes, getting over my fear of permanance (aka. i now have something that is taped to my wall thanks to lizabeth), getting over my fear of certain people, arguing with kevin over wheather people are essentailly good or evil, getting a prom dress, getting pissy about getting a prom dress, moping about not having a prom date, getting a prom date, stressing over physics, trying to decipher the random stratched phrases i wrote amist my physics notes while in a stange mood, ripping out said scratchings before lending someone my notes even if i had not deciphered them yet, living at lizabeths, finding my yellow cow painting and trying to conqure fear of permanance all over again, watching beauty and the beast, marvelling that they actually use the term 'crackpot' in a disney film, running away from random homeless man on the road who glared at me when i smiled at him, getting 'prank' calls from random homeless man *cough*lizabeth*cough*, cracking up over geston and lumiar, arguing over the proper way to spell geston (gaston?), wishing the beast would change back to the beast once he does become a man, organizing my movies, filling my free periods wtih a) socialible banter, b) studious pursuits, or c) various meetings/catching up from aps and disney, downloading music, eating, sleeping, writing on mirrors, trying to teach myself to tape better, singing for solofest, trying to get over various other fears: fear of obsession, fear of people who dress up in stuffed animal things (not the well known ones, like mickey, only stranger stuffed people), etc, getting lost, running in heels, taking long walks with my dog, singing on abandoned roads, talking to myself, arguing with people while suffering from multiple personality disorder, being harassed about my daily hero, people watching, harassing a random friend i found walking by himselve in the park in the rain in the middle of the day, teasing dan for thinking i stored my 'crack' in the water bottle machine at school and finally: thinking of something remotely interesting to say as livejournal audience has probably all fallen asleep due to this inane listing.
So there you have it: im boring...but at least i did my homework *stares pointedly at lizabeth*
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[26 Feb 2003|09:15pm] |
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When i eat chex mix, i always eat the pretzels first.
Don't get me wrong, the pretzels are actually my least favorite part, but for some reason, a moment ago, they inspired me. (you know u've reached an intellectual low when seasoned round pretzels set the wheels a turnin') Well, anyways, here is my theory:
i eat the pretzels first because they are my least-favorite part. Eating them first makes me feel like i have some control over the things i don't like, that i can possibly pluck out the bad from my food and consequently the bad from my life. I understand that life is not made purely from vanilla bread sticks and honey nut clusters. To get to the 3 different types of chex, i have to wade through the occasional rounded pretzel. However, working thorough the bad things, dealing and devouring them one by one, only makes me appreciate all the good that is still left in my bowl and my life. However, a blinding flaw in my theory is that a person's stomach can only hold so much. If i dine purely on the less-appetizing points of life, i won't have any room for the good. There will always be pretzels, no matter how many i try to remove. I need to learn the key to a properly balanced diet and life....
*spits out pretzel and reaches for bread stick*
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[13 Feb 2003|04:12pm] |
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Have you ever just wanted to scream at the top of your lungs...not because you're angry or sad or anything, but just to escape for a moment and feel anything but what you are feeling? You let the scream fill you, hoping that maybe, just maybe, the breezes will carry away the pain. Until finally its over, and all you feel are the chapped lips and tear-stained cheeks of the utterly hopeless. All you can do is sit there, holding your breath...waiting, hoping but knowing nothing could take away that feeling...the buzz that fills you from your fingertips to tips of your toes. Your chest starts to ache from lack of air, but its better than feeling the growing explosion. You know if you breathe now, that buzz might escape. You might have to go through the pain again and again realize that nothing can satisfy the sting left by your pounding heart.
its called a crush for a reason, my friends...
It slowly pounds you until the fuzz is all that's left. It makes you hate and love what you've become, almost like the wind blowing your hair in your face. You don't even bother to brush it out of the way. Its duel purpose is more important than your comfort. First it hides your more than likely flushed face while separating you from reality and giving you something else to concentrate on besides what is growing inside you. The battle of opposing feelings only intensify their effect...Some people will tell you that these feelings give them a reason to wake up in the morning...but i won't. it's not as simple as that. Sadly, i can't explain it any better...and i don't even want to try. My brain just shuts down if i let it overcome me for as much as a second. Sometimes i wish i wasn't so weak...but then i remember what its like to be cold and detached, separated from a world you don't want and that doesn't want you. so for now im going to smile into the wind, chapped and tear stained, and let my hair swirl around me in the confusion i can't even define.
and no, you don't know him...but then again, i hardly do.
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[12 Feb 2003|11:29pm] |
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*blushes* have just read over last entry and feel v. apoligetic due to infliction of bad mood on helpless livejournal crowd. im v.v.v. sorry, i haven't been in one of those mad moods for about 2 to 3 years. needless to say, i don't get mad v. often. sad moods are the ones u have to watch out for, probably about once every 4 months with one usually occuring in the summer. so enough about bad moods and apologising cause im sure u probably don't want to hear about it as much as i don't want to talk about it. its enough to say that i won't be like that again for awhile so why not let the good times roll? lalalala
so today, as almost every other pittsfordian has ranted about, was a snow day. while this alone has me yipping for joy, i am even more excited for the upcoming break. not only am i leaving school early on friday, i am picking up lizabeth and we are jetting off to...*drum roll*...BOSTON to visit our respective sisters and check out some of the schools. This trip also gave me a reason (not like I need a reason, but my ever-peskering mother does) to spend tons of time on the phone with lizabeth dear, ranking colleges and trying not to spiral into offtopic conversations dealing with bickering hogwartians, pissy sauron, stars, tree noises, and other hullabaloo. if you want to see some of the more OT results of our phone conversation, check out ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tattered_laces's comments on her last entry...oh boy for craziness. plus the girl keeps quoting every single stupid thing i say....hehe, not that i really mind, cause most people who read it already know my insanity. to enact some revenge, tho i will never be able to keep up: (dealing with midterms)
"all of this [our conversation dealing with none other than lotr, etc *imagines wf either cringing with disgust at obsession or laughing silently shoulders shaking, quickly shifting to pondering the complexities that cause humans to use mirrors*] is currently leading her to believe that she may in fact have to resort to plan F (last ditch attempt, also known as plan-i-am-going-to-Fail) in which she will spell out aragorn loves legolas beautiuflly among the scan tron bubbles in the desperate hope that her friends are doing the same. amen to that, and long live bi-slash."
oh dagnabit...just realized that next entry (this one) was supposed to be wf style...hmm, that will probably have to wait until i am in a more enlightened mood and remember the good ponderings i had planned for the momentus occasion. will have to make sure my spelling has improved drastically by then *grimaces knowing that could take awhile and resolves to used spell check most admantly when proper wf muse arrives*
wow, have still not talked about snow day. well, i woke up showered, was told of snow day, swore in manner of twittering bird (ha, liz i did find where i actually said that so sorry of accusing u of making up that i said that to make me sound funnier than i actually am...tho im not sure if i believe the other stuff u said i said...thinking i may be developing a slight case of scitzophrenia/multiple personality disorder...just hope one of them can spell that better than i can) *suddenly laughs evilly and paints wall shocking red...darn freda*
oh my, where was i?
yes, midsentance (you can see what kind of day this was). i plundged back into bed (reminacent of my passing out a few days ago, face down in legolas pillow, legs not even completely on bed, yet somehow still 'comfortable' enough to 'sleep'), only to be awoke short hours later by an over cheery mother that does not go away. muttered under breath and proceeded to open window as was stiffeling in room yet again. my room is the hottest room in the whole house, all the time, so i open the window, it becomes freezing, i close it, it becomes a furnace and i open the window again. ok, i then proceeded downstairs to munch, only to be intercepted by electrician, so scooted back upstairs to change out of grimy pajamas, then ended up getting distracted, made a few calls, laughed a bit, got stuck in angry!draco british accent from reading exerpts from my daily hero to eir and finally made it downstairs by about 1. then i did some hardcore saxophoning and watched bits of interview with a vampire...a lot scarier than i remebered it...oh well. rang lizabeth, received various hilarious emails, and discussed future over giggles, accents, and online adventuring. have already talked about insanity, see her journal yet again for evidence against me. i then had my music lesson, which i seem to be enjoying more and more these days, visited with mrs. s and jared, perhaps one of the cutest babies ever. i then returned home to phone lizabeth again, eat dinner, contemplate zap-a-snacks, make plans with lauren to see her thrusday, write overdue thankyou notes, contemplate death-by-college, look over my school work, and find that barbara has a livejournal, so made resolution with self to update so her first entry of mine would be a happier one.
*imagination is suddenly swept away to a combination of rolling fields somewhere in scotland and a mysterious cafe, where the coffee is hot but everything else hotter, where you can sit in a throw-adorned corner and lose yourself before the music even begins. where nothing matters but how long your coffee lasts and not what you are, but what you appear to be--forlorn smile*
ahh, caitlin is not on earth today folks, you can see it in her stars on this journal and especially lizabeths. *tree nose* can almost see why i have been named the frodo of the group, or more descriptavly, the "crack-cocaine frodo." large pupils, while amusing, can really define a person to other people sometimes. *lopsided grin* well, im sorry for not posting in so long but as i look over this entry i find that maybe that was a better thing. i have enjoyed wandering around in the world that is livejournal...u are all such lovely lovely people. im sorry if my more interesting updates have been lacking but i have been draining my creative juices elsewhere...talk to you all soon!
~LOVE!
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indifference is killing me while cruel laughter serenades my futile attempts at originality...i only hate you because you are me, and the mirror doesn't lie half as much as my face...screw you and your line and all the twisted crap coming from your eyes, judging and threatening as they twinkle with light humor.
don't think i can't see what is really there, behind your perfect stare.
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feeling v. strange and will probably regret/change/make private this entry later. perhaps all except the picture :P
the following is what is going through my head:
lotr (obviously), lj codes, remote controls, banana peals, evil runs, being alone, childhood crushes, whims, sunglasses inside, old faces in new places, reading between the lines, tropical markers, broken promises, missed chances, new beginnings, favorite things, wisk, winking, seaching tomes of lotr pictures, undertones, repulsion, fake hellos, plastic smiles, children's section at barnes and noble, caitlizica, magazine sifting, celebrex pens, the need for speed, lists, sketchy, sunburn in winter, cheek bones, cameras, ungiven christmas gifts, hovering parents, phone soliticaions, laughter, stars, romeo and juliet, forgotten calandars, random song lyrics, green arrows, buring hand on the stove, shifty eyes, smiles, crooked grins, microphones, bridget jones, picture frames, penny lane, stupidity, sanity, godot, mla handbook, forgetting the necessities
the end.............
i feel like im trying too hard to be me...not a good sign. maybe i should just give up. maybe its that im trying too hard to define me, cause im not half the stuff i wish i was...hmm worth pondering.
this at least should make u smile
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