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[26 Feb 2006|01:54pm] |
jack-the-girl.livejournal.com
noo.
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[26 Feb 2006|12:16pm] |
I have succumbed, and written Band of Brothers fic. I am now officially a hypocrite.
Kayla's birthday party last night was quite the rowdy affair. Everything was going wonderfully until a few people decided to start an orgy in the basement and, needless to say, that put an end to the festivities right there. But things certainly were not as awkward as I thought they might be, or at least they didn't seem that way once I got to the bottom of my whiskey.
Jessie was wearing a wicked white suit. My drinking buddies showed up by lucky coincidence and we played drunken go fish and crazy eights, hardcore card games if I do say so myself. There was gay porn, and far too much of it. I don't think I've ever seen so many penises in my life.
Bonus: Bizarre angles of anal sex, bad tattoos, chest hair that cut off at the arms as though it was meant to hide under a wife beater, incredibly definitive tan lines, and only ONE attractive man in the entire god damn magazine.
General update: working on a movie. Lusting after dresses and iPods. Greece in two weeks. Birthday in three weeks. Shoes getting old and dusty. Thinking of starting up an old school personal website on a free space provider, just like the old days. Me! You! Site!
I have so many ideas in my head write now, but my own inhibitions prevent me from putting them down on paper. The fic I wrote for Band of Brothers was pretty much the release of the year for Grace. Hurrah for stream-of-conscious style fic. Keeps me sane.
Happy birthday Kayla, you old dog. I'm right behind you.
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[16 Feb 2006|03:57pm] |
I usually try to write differently from how I speak. For instance, I try not to write things like "oh my fucking gawd" in my livejournal entires. But I think this merits a hearty "oh my fucking gawd".
MICHAEL GOORJIAN.
QUESTION AND ANSWER SESSION AFTER SNEAK PREVIEW OF HIS NEWEST MOVIE.
TUESDAY.
IN SEATTLE.
I WILL CAPTURE HIM.
OH MY FUCKING GAWD.
Now the hard part will be trying not to blurt out that I've been writing fanfiction about him for the past four years, and was there anything more between him and Max Casella? Or Gabriel Damon? I'd really appreciate knowing that. Yeah. Thanks.
OH MY FUCKING GAWD.
-breathes deep-
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[08 Feb 2006|10:18pm] |
I really don't want to turn out to be the kind of person that leaves these kind of entries.
But today really just sucked.
There is no way my confidence could have been any more shattered, because all evidence points to this fact: i just suck. As an actress, as a talent, as a pretty face for the background. Test audiences found a man grunting as he lifted a weight more entertaining than my performance, and that's a fact. First I get shunted into a side part, and then I still can't manage to keep anyone interested for more than two seconds.
Yay me.
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[05 Feb 2006|04:06pm] |
the japanese exchange student is playing the "land before time" theme song on the piano and i just can't stop her.
i am set to go out today, meet up with the electric violinist, have coffee, and then finish up my homework, but i don't really want to do any of these things. i want to clear everything in my life up, clean my room, have some soup, and then maybe write some fiction. history research paper? whatever. time line? whatever. study for the french test?
pfft.
i want to read something by kurt vonnegut right about now.
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[03 Feb 2006|11:45pm] |
Right now I am drunk. But I did not do or smoke any drugs, or leave with the plant, as Nick says. This will make sense to me in the morning. Or never. Will I remember?
I cannot visit Suiciegirls because this is not my computer. But I would if I could. And talk to my posse.
What?
Yeah.
I'm sorry to all of those reading this. It must be either confusing, amusing, or an ordeal. But either way, you're stuck reading it. Do I really know what I'm typing? I don't know. Sometimes I just don't know. So I'm glad my parents can't see me now.
Am I going to post all of this?
Probably.
So again, sorry about this. You can skip the rest if you want.
No one is online on nexopia. What is up? Dis to the extreme.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOO
No more drunk entries. I promise.
My turn offs include justice.
Am I never ever coherent?
No more.
Or maybe a few more.
Please disregard this entirely.
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[29 Jan 2006|12:01pm] |
i'm soon to get an iPod.
and now that i've found engravings are free...
well.
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[22 Jan 2006|05:44pm] |
i am positively certain you aren't reading this right now.
i realize that this doesn't affect you in any way.
much like myself.
it's time that i stop living my life by yours.
fuck you.
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[22 Jan 2006|12:34am] |
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Tonight I met a thin guitarist who couldn't sing but pretended he could, a red haired girl with glasses with a four octave range, a percussionist who was always smiling, and an enchating electric hip hop violin player who picked me up and spun me 'round in circles during the jam session. i have decided that music is a wonderful, wonderful thing.
the moment that violin player does another show in vancouver, i am gathering a posse. it will be the posse of posses.
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[16 Jan 2006|01:00am] |
What debates were really like in pre-Socratic Greece:
Dear Anaximander
You're stupid
Love, Anaximines.
Dear Anaximenes
Dude. Reality is made up of air? Whatever.
Love, Anaximander.
Dear Anaximander
Oh, what? Reality is made up of apeiron?
Bite me.
Love, Anaximenes
Dear Anaximenes
I fucked your mom.
Love Anaximander.
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[07 Jan 2006|12:53am] |
I don't do it often. I swear.
( kinda )
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[31 Dec 2005|12:06pm] |
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all of my love |
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New years resolutions:
Read more.
Write more.
Don't be such a fucking goon.
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[27 Dec 2005|01:38pm] |
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i am sticky with extensive hair damage.
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[26 Dec 2005|01:04am] |
Yeah, I know, it's been forever.
But I bring you seasonal wishes.
And eye candy.
( Such delicious eye candy )
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On a slightly related note, everyone reading this should make an effort to go see Brokeback Mountain. There is too much that can be said about this movie, but I think the most powerful point is this: considering homophobia is pretty much the only socially sanctioned bigotry left, this is the only truly real Romeo and Juliet story I've seen set roughly in our time. Or Romeo and Romeo, make your lame jokes here.
End.
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[08 Dec 2005|09:17pm] |
1. How many songs do you have on your computer?
433
2. Sort by song name--What are your first and last songs?
First: 3 AM piano acoustic, by Matchbox 20
Last: You're in my heart little pretty, by Pepper's Ghost
3. Sort by album--What are your first and last albums?
First: 40 oz. to freedom, Sublime
Last: Ziggy Stardust, David Bowie
4. Sort by time--What are your shortest and longest songs?
Shortest: My God, by K'naan (22 seconds)
Longest: Super Bad, by James Brown (9 minutes, 6 seconds)
5. Sort by last played--What were the first and last songs played on your computer?
Last: "Get offa my cloud" by the Rolling Stones
First: "Bohemian like you" by the Dandy Warhols
6. Search for "Love"--How many songs are listed?
22 songs
No Chump Love Sucker, My Lovely Man, and Love Trilogy by the Red Hot Chili Peppers
Crazy Little Thing Called love, by Elvis Presley
Love in Vain, Robert Johnson
7. Search for "Hate"--How many songs are listed?
2 songs
I Hate Myself for Loving You, by Joan Jett
Hate to Say I Told you So, by the Hives
8. Search for "Day"--How many songs are listed?
7 songs
Mostly Greenday
The Day After Tomorrow, by Tom Waits
Marry the Man Today, from Guys and Dolls
9. Search for "Night"--How many songs are listed?
9 songs
Joy to the World, by Three Dog Night
Midnight Radio, from Hedwig and the Angry Inch
Are you Lonesome Tonight, by Elvis Presley
10. What are your top five most played songs?
Gold Digger (Kanye West and Jaimie Fox), Plush Acoustic (Stone Temple Pilots), The Denial Twist (The White Stripes), Avalanche (Butthole Surfers), Heart Shaped Box (Nirvana)
w00t.
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[04 Dec 2005|03:34am] |
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drunk as a fox. sober as a judge.
this night was fun and i feel accepted. i am not typing in french. orange juice and vodka are delicious on their own, but gross when combined. take my word for it.
snow is wonderful.
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[28 Nov 2005|06:42pm] |
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[26 Nov 2005|02:28pm] |
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So grad photos fucking rocked. They let me take photos with my bass and ridiculously giant sunglasses. And I was the only one who could name the music playing over the speakers, Bob Marley. For this, I won the respect of the sarcastic photographer in the "library" setting. Pwnzrzz.
I didn't like having to look at my friend's posing in the white room. You get this awful sense of deja vu watching them pose as you realize they are the same poses that graduates have done year after year after year - the stuff we're used to seeing in yearbooks. Yes, I know, another startling revelation. Honestly though, that and seeing myself in a grad robe and fuck heels really gave me a strange feeling. Not half as glamorous as I expected. Or mature, really.
However, one of the photographers with a nose ring saw the Chilis sticker on my bass and we developed an instant bond. She said that I was her "cool" one for the day. Very flattering.
S'all I got.
Bitches.
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[17 Nov 2005|10:32pm] |
My computer has decided that it's "opposite day". Consequentially, the caps lock is on right now.
Yeah, I don't get it either. And it won't change.
But I'm still relatively satisfied. I went and tried on a bunch of vintage dresses today at stores with snobby people behind the cash registers, so it was wonderful to be able to emerge from the dressing room and shrug and say "These dresses just aren't working, dahling, I'll have to catch you on the flip side."
While my plans for a grad photo mohawk have definitely dimmed, seeing as I'd look awful with a mohawk, the hair will only get longer and bigger. Although I know, rather instinctively, that it will be a disaster, I can't help but be excited.
Graduating!
Look at me graduate!
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[21 Oct 2005|08:05am] |
got myself a shirt.
says "eat the rich".
10 out of 10 homeless people on the drive enjoy it.
but i spilled grease on it the other night.
fuuuuuuuuck.
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