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Friday, August 11th, 2006
6:10 pm - ISO
I signed out time in the recording studio next Monday morning 9-11am but my "talent" can't make it. Anyone want to come in and putz around? Nothing major; come in, make some noise, and I'll make it the next big hit!

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Friday, December 16th, 2005
3:27 pm - Old Holiday Classic
Santa Mosh

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Friday, December 9th, 2005
3:48 pm

and braintree already got out.

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Tuesday, November 1st, 2005
11:34 am

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Thursday, October 13th, 2005
12:10 pm
I stole this from Angela. I love it.

title or description

I really wish we could've gone apple picking :(

current mood: pensive

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Monday, October 3rd, 2005
12:08 am - Yes, it's really goodbye this time.
I got sunburnt again this weekend. Including on my feet. I'm failing tattoo aftercare 101.

up, down, left, right.

I hate those days where something just sticks with you, eats at you, no matter how hard you try to preoccupy yourself with other things, its just sitting there in the back of your mind, sticking its tongue out at you, daring you to forget it.

Pick Pick Pick Pick Pick Pick.

this is the price that we pay
for the priviledge of living for even a day
in a world with so many things
worth believing in.

current mood: nostalgic

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Thursday, September 22nd, 2005
9:30 am

current mood: weird

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Friday, September 16th, 2005
9:52 am
So this number called me while I was at band yesterday evening and didn't leave a message: 10245086646. Anyone have any idea where that would be? I'm afraid to call it back in case it's like, the moon or something, and I'll be charged a million dollars a minute.

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Wednesday, August 3rd, 2005
5:05 pm - yyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeahhh

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Wednesday, July 13th, 2005
12:36 am - PHOtos Pt 1

3rd of July PerformanceCollapse )

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Tuesday, July 5th, 2005
9:11 pm - Informal LJ Poll:
Should I get snakebites (see below)?

It wouldn't be anytime soon, but by the end of the summer when I get more money. I'm itching for a change, and I'm not sure what tattoo I want next. I need to plan out my back thing first.

Opinons welcome!

current mood: sneezy

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Sunday, May 29th, 2005
11:47 pm - It's not razor burn.

I've said it before and I'll say it again,

1.) I'm never gonna get better. Never ever ever.

2.) Boys suck. I do not want to deal with them right now.

3.) Why is it when you're running late for something (usually work), you always hit every red light and get stuck behind the slowest drivers?

But in roughly 11 hours I will be eating cake and drinking Tang. And that will make the world ok. At least for those glorious few moments, my life will be ok.

Behold the power of cake and Tang.

I miss home sometimes.

current mood: really fucking itchy

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Wednesday, March 30th, 2005
4:56 pm - Hey weren't you in my french class
title or description

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Tuesday, March 29th, 2005
12:55 am - Your hair is everywhereeee
I'm so exhausted. Mentally, emotionally, physically. I feel like I could just sleep through Thursday. I fell asleep in my music industry class this morning. Fairly hardcore, too. I've only ever done that once or twice. But we were listening to TV themes.. Yeah exactly. I slept 10 hours Saturday night with so much ease. Oh how I long for that... That won't happen again for awhile... Maybe never... I'm sure eating more would be healthy too. Waking up from my nap shaking couldn't have been good. I have this horrible feeling I'm gonna get pink eye again...

I really hope I get paid this weekend for percussion! Anyone wanna go to finals with me saturday? There are so pretty good shows this year. I reeeeally hope Duff doesn't come back this week..

I'm in some weird, 14 year old girl haze... damn you.
*shakes fist*

Don't mess with a tight package.

current mood: pensive

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Friday, September 17th, 2004
12:23 am - oh thirsty thursdays, how ive missed ye
the soundtrack to your life by cuteliz34
opening creditsi miss you by blink 182
love songhands down by dashboard confessional
heart break songever so sweet by the early november
I hate you songthis ride by the starting line
everythings ok songour weekend starts on wednesday by hey mercedes
closing creditsthe last song by all american rejects
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not a so bad. im surprised with the relative goodness of the songs.

i might actually be able to make my bedtime tonight. fall asleep reading for media.

theres more. but i doubt youd care..

reconnecting with people can be has been fun. must continue that.

today, after being called on my horribly hidden bitchiness, ive decided to make this friends only after this. frankly. i dont think anyone else besides whos on my friends list reads this anyways.
or maybe im just getting paranoid again.

sorry, im just a horrible person.

current mood: indescribable

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Tuesday, September 14th, 2004
9:13 am
im setting a bedtime for myself. yell at me if im talking to you after midnight.

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Saturday, September 11th, 2004
11:25 pm
us people are just poems
we're 90% metaphor
with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper-distillation
and once upon a time
we were moonshine
rushing down the throat of a giraffe
yes, rushing down the long hallway
despite what the p.a. announcement says
yes, rushing down the long stairs
with the whiskey of eternity
fermented and distilled
to eighteen minutes
burning down our throats
down the hall
down the stairs
in a building so tall
that it will always be there
yes, it's part of a pair
there on the bow of noah's ark
the most prestigious couple
just kickin back parked
against a perfectly blue sky
on a morning beatific
in its indian summer breeze
on the day that america
fell to its knees
after strutting around for a century
without saying thank you
or please

and the shock was subsonic
and the smoke was deafening
between the setup and the punch line
cuz we were all on time for work that day
we all boarded that plane for to fly
and then while the fires were raging
we all climbed up on the windowsill
and then we all held hands
and jumped into the sky

and every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
and then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
and the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
looked more like war than anything i've seen so far
so far
so far
so fierce and ingenious
a poetic specter so far gone
that every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
over 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on
and i'll tell you what, while we're at it
you can keep the pentagon
keep the propaganda
keep each and every tv
that's been trying to convince me
to participate
in some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
perpetuate retribution
even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
is still hanging in the air
and there's ash on our shoes
and there's ash in our hair
and there's a fine silt on every mantle
from hell's kitchen to brooklyn
and the streets are full of stories
sudden twists and near misses
and soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
with tales of narrowly averted disasters
and the whiskey is flowin
like never before
as all over the country
folks just shake their heads
and pour

so here's a toast to all the folks who live in palestine

el salvador

here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmore

here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city
just to listen to a young woman's voice

here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
awaiting the executioner's guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
to find peace in the form of a dream

cuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval office and that phony election
i mean
it don't take a weatherman
to look around and see the weather
jeb said he'd deliver florida, folks
and boy did he ever

and we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 george w. bush is not president
#2 america is not a true democracy
#3 the media is not fooling me
cuz i am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
i've got no room for a lie so verbose
i'm looking out over my whole human family
and i'm raising my glass in a toast

here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this sauce
shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we lost
cuz once upon a time the line followed the river
and peeked into all the backyards
and the laundry was waving
the graffiti was teasing us
from brick walls and bridges
we were rolling over ridges
through valleys
under stars
i dream of touring like duke ellington
in my own railroad car
i dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
in a grand station aglow with grace
and then standing out on the platform
and feeling the air on my face

give back the night its distant whistle
give the darkness back its soul
give the big oil companies the finger finally
and relearn how to rock-n-roll
yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is waiting there
so it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
and clear the air
get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
of someone else's desert
put it back in its pants
and quit the hypocritical chants of
freedom forever

cuz when one lone phone rang
in two thousand and one
at ten after nine
on nine one one
which is the number we all called
when that lone phone rang right off the wall
right off our desk and down the long hall
down the long stairs
in a building so tall
that the whole world turned
just to watch it fall

and while we're at it
remember the first time around?
the bomb?
the ryder truck?
the parking garage?
the princess that didn't even feel the pea?
remember joking around in our apartment on avenue D?

can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design
following a fantastical reversal of the new york skyline?!

it was a joke, of course
it was a joke
at the time
and that was just a few years ago
so let the record show
that the FBI was all over that case
that the plot was obvious and in everybody's face
and scoping that scene
the CIA
or is it KGB?
committing countless crimes against humanity
with this kind of eventuality
as its excuse
for abuse after expensive abuse
and it didn't have a clue
look, another window to see through
way up here
on the 104th floor
another key
another door
10% literal
90% metaphor
3000 some poems disguised as people
on an almost too perfect day
should be more than pawns
in some asshole's passion play
so now it's your job
and it's my job
to make it that way
to make sure they didn't die in vain
baby listen
hear the train?

current mood: lonely

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3:15 pm - mounds
randomest 9/11 tribute:

getting on the train this morning to go to work at roxbury XING and have the conductor say we're standing by for a moment of silence for 9/11. maybe it was at the time one of the planes hit? around 8.45am? i thought it was later. that would be make sense then, but just stopping randomly, in roxbury of all places for a moment of silence is odd.

but at least it makes people remember.

angela is my new best friend. she just doesnt know it yet.

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1:08 am - not much room to live...
so up till 3 hours ago, this day just continued the downward spiral produced by last saturday.
ive had all my classes and i hate all of them. even music of africa, reminds me too much of how i shouldve been music major. altho prof reminds me of tortora, and i love music profs. so much more chill than comm studies ones. "broadcast management and programming" turned into "TV management and programming" i love lancaster, but geez, i wouldnt have taken it if i knew it was just TV. i really gotta meet with the music industry lady monday to figure shit out. double major? im 4 classes away from my communications degree, so its pointless to switch completely now. transferring to, say emerson, has the same effect. i dont know if i can afford more schooling. im just sick of media studies. i just need a break away from here and things. perhaps a trip south of the mason-dixon columbus day weekend or turkey day break. tho my mom seemed to think i wanted to go with her... umm... not really. stupid brother had to go celebrate his anniversary tho. 2 years, whatevah. theyre floating, rather uncalmly im sure, in the bahamas around now. wonder if i could go on sobatical. leave of absence? damn the call of the west. maybe i can last until alaska in may....

then this desk came along. (im easily pleased.) i finally unpacked after being here 4 months. i can use my mouse again, SCROLL BUTTON! and have a place for my shit. it was made for this place. fits perfectly under the poster i hung 4 months ago. "nicest desk in the apartment"-ben wan. plus i got to clean. but i think im too far gone for even cleaning to fix.

Now your 'I heart NU' moment of the day:
so as you can see above, i really need to talk to an advisor, figure my arts and sciences is a good one as ever, plus i like her.
"id like to make an appointment with Andresse"
"uhmm she left the university."
wow i feel stupid, thanks NU for telling me and like, 400 of her other students.
and to top it off, NU-Style, the new advisor doesnt have her schedule for next week up. its friday. how do you not know when she'll be available next week?!!

bleck.. i got off way too easy this summer with classes, hardly any homework (only one class really), no friday classes... this is killing me.

is it april yet?

current mood: flirty

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Friday, September 10th, 2004
9:02 pm
I HAVE A DESK!!!!!!!!!!

thanks to rory and jen for helping me pirate it around the block. ohman, this makes my week!

current mood: overjoyed

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