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| Another failed Halloween. |
[26 Oct 2006|04:31pm] |
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There's no fucking way my costume will be finished before saturday. I think I might actually cry.
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| IT'S MINE! |
[01 Sep 2006|05:08pm] |
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(click)
This isn't the actual car, but it's a very close representation.
There just really are no words. I might cry I'm so ecstatic. AH!
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| orientation specific music... |
[28 Aug 2006|07:44pm] |
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Tell me, when was 'Lesbian' named a music genre? Inquiring minds would like to know.
(I was scrolling through my music library, and under 'GENRE', among 'Folk' and 'Acoustic Rock', I found 'Lesbian' once or twice.)
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| l e t t e r s |
[12 Jun 2006|04:38am] |
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'Us,' Regina Spektor |
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Many of you know that I'm going to be camp counseling this summer in Pennsylvania. If you'd like to write me, I invite the warm reminders of home. I'll most likely write back, too. I'll do what I can. I'm leaving on the 15th (i.e. this thursday). So once that date arrives write as much and as often as you'd like. The address is:
Mirabai Hull
c/o Camp Island Lake
50 Island Lake Road
Starrucca, PA 18462
All my love...
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[08 Jun 2006|03:06am] |
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It's a scary thing when everything you thought you knew begins to unravel.
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[16 May 2006|01:31pm] |
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'Say Yes,' Elliot Smith |
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I was thinking about trying to buy beer/liquor today or tomorrow, just so that when I show them my ID, I can get turned down for the last time ever. We'll see if I have the time/energy, but I really want to do that.
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| time sometimes moves too fast. |
[11 May 2006|12:07am] |
It's been a while, eh?
For now, I'll just give the basics...
Got a job at Hideaway about a month ago as door/cashier/bus and thus far, it's alright. You know, it's a job.
Purchased a one way plane ticket to Pennsylvania for the summer. It was very expensive.
Still with Nate. We're going on four months as an exclusive couple.
I will be 21 in almost exactly a week. As you know, I'll be partying hard, where ever I am. And I just realized that I forgot to ask off of work. Fuck. Okay, back to my birthday. I really hope that if people are inspired to get me something for my birthday, it will be something practical because it'd be unfortunate (though still appreciated) to receive lavish things from say, my papa, when all I really need is money and gift cards for clothing or something. Boring, I know, but that's just what I'm in need of and my dad has a tendency to give me things that are very neat, but at the same time, a little useless. Even so, I really love that he does that. Yeah, he's sweet.
Alright, well I've already typed more than I thought I would. Sorry I didn't let you into my head a little more. I'll try to write something of substance later in the week.
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[16 Mar 2006|04:58am] |
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I probably drank too much tonight. And it was LOTS of fun. Except now I have that high pitched ringing in my ears... know what I mean??
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| The IHOP Vocalist |
[01 Mar 2006|03:33am] |
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'Paper Bag,' Fiona Apple |
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I think it's obnoxious to go to IHOP & sit in the smoking section only to open your lap top, play your music, LOUDLY, and sing to it, again, LOUDLY. I kid you not, it sounded as if this girl was alone in her bedroom, singing into a hairbrush, in her underwear. Except we didn't get to see her in her underwear. She was just sitting with her friends, listening to her music, rehearsing for her god damn American Idol audition. Novah, Nathan and I progressively got more and more annoyed. Novah was telling a story and in mid-sentence she stopped and looked at the source of the noise with a look of disbelief.
Lady Marmalade.
The cover, from Moulin Rouge. That was probably the song she sang with the most volume, naturally. It was a little funny though, the way she'd close her eyes and serenade us with focus and passion. However, the frustration outweighed the humor. It didn't help that I'm out of my anti-anxiety medication thus yielding bad irritability. It's impossible to keep it under control. It's difficult, but possible to restrain myself from acting on it, most of the time. But Nathan insisted on going and asking her to turn it down. She turns it down one whole fucking notch and responds with a, 'Oh yeah, sure, we were just havin' a party over here.' I decided a good response from Nate could have been something like, "Well, I think you should SAVE THE PARTY FOR KARAOKE, SLUT FACE."
Okay, now I'm just being an asshole. But come on. That would have pissed you off too, right? All I needed was a little rant. And now it's out of my system. Aaahhhhhhhh.
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[22 Feb 2006|08:44pm] |
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'Good Day,' Dresden Dolls |
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I SAW TAJ GRAY AT McALLISTERS!
I got his autograph, too! On a napkin with a teal Sharpie.
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| video game victory & aisan food's wrath on one's bowels. |
[23 Jan 2006|01:14am] |
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'Pulse,' Ani Difranco |
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I so just kicked Nathan's ass playing soul caliber II. (okay so I didn't kick his ass, per se. but I still won 15 battles first.)
haha.
we were just talking about indian food (he let me have some of his taste of india leftovers) and he said, 'I've had some interesting mornings after thai food... it's felt like a purification ritual of sorts.'
ahhhhh hahaha.
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| "everybody asks me how she's doing..." |
[18 Jan 2006|04:51am] |
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wearing nathan's jersey |
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'Svefn G Englar,' Sigur Ros |
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"words words words, have you heard
that a bird in hand is better than
any number free to wander?
fly away
stay..."
-'Pay For What You Get,' Dave Matthews Band
I've always loved those few lines of that song. I've always loved that song, in its entirety. MAN. So beautiful.
I must be the most unintelligent girl ever. There is this amazing guy in bed, not five feet away from me, but here I am on the computer. Just can't sleep, I guess. OR if I tried, I imagine my body would be all for it, but my mind would wish to stay awake.
As complicated as I've already made the situation, I really like Nathan. And to think, if I'd never "stalked" Mel, I'd never have met Nathan. Tell me that's not funny. Do it. It just makes you realize how strange, and small the world can be. I am so blessed to know Mel and so blessed to know Nathan, and Bobby... It's nice knowing that I actually do have some good karma to work out. I think I actually knew that all along.
PS. my 21st birthday is in FOUR MONTHS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| I'm sick... |
[09 Jan 2006|04:04am] |
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of being sick. The sexy voice isn't worth it anymore. I don't like constantly worrying about sharing a cigarette with someone or a drink, for fear I'll get them sick. I'm ready to be well again.
On a lighter note, I want to remember this, before I forget. Just the smallest, simplest memory from the other afternoon. I went to see Brokeback Mountain with Chai & Chelsea. In the car on the way home, we had the windows half way down and the wind was blowing in. The sun was shining in a beautiful way. We were listening to Bella & Sabastian. In the backseat, I watched the shadow of my long curls blowing in the wind, so at peace in the conversations I was having with these people I love.
I think I'm ready for a relationship. Or a crush. Anything, really. Anything aside from meaningless sex. I'm down for passionate sex, but lately I've wanted it to be passionate AND substantial. Maybe I'm asking too much right now. We'll just see where the wind blows.
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| well, FUCKIN' A. |
[07 Jan 2006|08:11pm] |
OKLAHOMA (9-3) 58
NEBRASKA (11-3) 59
IT WAS SO CLOSE!!! And for a minute there, I really thought we had it. It's difficult to win an away game in the big twelve, though, from what I'm told.
...I still absolutely adore them.
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| I remember where we were standing, I remember how it felt... |
[04 Jan 2006|06:23pm] |
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'Two Little Girls,' Ani Difranco |
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I don't like your girlfriend
I blame her
I never seen one of your lovers
do you so much harm
I loved you first
and you know,
I would prefer
if she didn't empty her syringes
into your arm
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| ahahaha |
[03 Jan 2006|11:30pm] |
Caelie: "Where's the remote? Chai, are you sitting on it?"
Chai: looking around, pulling the remote out from underneath his ass, "Oh, yeah, here it is."
Caelie: "Apparently you're no princess, Chai."
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