I'M A CHIPPER CHEERFUL FREE-FOR-ALL, AND I LIGHT UP A ROOM

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Another failed Halloween.

Thu, 26 Oct 2006 21:34:07 GMT

There's no fucking way my costume will be finished before saturday. I think I might actually cry.

same ole, same ole...

Sun, 17 Sep 2006 09:03:53 GMT

drunk & lonely, as always.

ha.

IT'S MINE!

Fri, 01 Sep 2006 22:17:51 GMT

(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!

orientation specific music...

Tue, 29 Aug 2006 00:53:50 GMT

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.)

l e t t e r s

Mon, 12 Jun 2006 09:49:07 GMT

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...

Thu, 08 Jun 2006 08:10:09 GMT

It's a scary thing when everything you thought you knew begins to unravel.

Tue, 16 May 2006 20:37:44 GMT

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.

time sometimes moves too fast.

Thu, 11 May 2006 05:30:26 GMT

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.

Thu, 16 Mar 2006 10:59:40 GMT

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??

The IHOP Vocalist

Wed, 01 Mar 2006 10:22:14 GMT

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.

Thu, 23 Feb 2006 03:07:53 GMT

I SAW TAJ GRAY AT McALLISTERS!

I got his autograph, too! On a napkin with a teal Sharpie.

http://postsecret.blogspot.com/

Sat, 11 Feb 2006 00:09:53 GMT

Man, I've been so behind on LJ. Poor, neglected LJ. I should probably cut back on some of the communities I'm in... I don't read half of my friend's entries because so many of them are communities and entries that don't look remotely interesting to me. (Do believe me though, if you're actually my friend, I read your entries when I have time. I may be commenting a little less, but I'm reading at the very least.) The irony is this: when I first opened a myspace account my headline read, 'I'm really more of a livejournal kinda girl.' What's become of me??

Now I leave you with this. I really wanted to post it. People submit post cards with their hidden secrets artistically written on them to this guy. I thought it was pretty sweet. So I'm letting you in on the secret. Heh. Hope you like them atleast half as much as I do.

CAELIE - I'll post those pictures soon. I just have to be back at my computer first. I can't wait. You beautiful model, you.

raddest quiz I've taken in a while...

Tue, 31 Jan 2006 18:16:39 GMT

I am a hybrid of:
Granola Girl
Progressive Girl
Click on the pictures below to read more:
Take the 'What Kind of Girl Are You?' quiz at CookingToHookup.com

video game victory & aisan food's wrath on one's bowels.

Mon, 23 Jan 2006 07:25:24 GMT

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.

"everybody asks me how she's doing..."

Wed, 18 Jan 2006 11:29:26 GMT

"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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm sick...

Mon, 09 Jan 2006 10:50:33 GMT

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.

well, FUCKIN' A.

Sun, 08 Jan 2006 02:43:00 GMT

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.

I remember where we were standing, I remember how it felt...

Thu, 05 Jan 2006 00:23:33 GMT

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

ahahaha

Wed, 04 Jan 2006 05:33:02 GMT

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."

thoughts on love and horoscope happenings

Sun, 01 Jan 2006 22:36:14 GMT

Apparently we're to be searching for true love, right? How much false love do we have to sort through before we find it? I'd just like to know. I know it could be this afternoon or it could be fifteen years from now... or never. I suppose that's what's so thrilling - you don't know, right? I imagine several of you don't even believe in "true love." I don't entirely know what I believe in these days. I believe in love. But true love? Ehhhh... I just don't know. Enlighten me with your wisdom.

No segway, we're just diving in - Horoscopes are very general so as to make them relatable to as many people as possible, correct? Okay, so then you also know that it's slightly ridiculous to identify with them, because you know thousands others of your sign will be doing the very same thing, assigning the nonsense to their own specific lives.

I know all of this, but I still believe in astrology. This was probably instilled in me by my dad. For Christmas he got me this book . I was really stoked because I'd like to learn more about my astrological sign and read all of the interesting coincidences. But I just read this, and it can't be accidental. From the time that I read it, to what it had to say... it's just fucking insane...

January 1st, 2006

A prior prospect may return giving you a second chance. This time take it seriously. A matter related to a previous happening, possibly involving one or more family members, may surface once again and have to be handled in a different way.

HOLY SHIT.

Sun, 01 Jan 2006 10:55:31 GMT

connected.

Wed, 28 Dec 2005 18:59:26 GMT

It's nice knowing there is someone out there that I can talk with. Freely. I feel a little on edge conversing with some people, yah know? As if there are just some things you don't say. I'm willing to talk to practically anyone... ANYONE. Strangers, absolutely. I actually really like hearing what new people have to say. I think that is an excellent way to learn. With most everyone, I strive to say what I mean and mean what I say, but there are boundaries that exist in general social interaction. I'm workin' on understanding that. I like knowing that I can talk to him feeling little to no restraint from boundaries. I find reassurance in knowing there's someone I can be silly with and in the next breath can be engaged in a conversation of substance. I mean, imagine complete opposite ends of the spectrum - playfully childish sounds to political debates and everything in between, all of it still very real. Very honest. I asked him last night if he minded my telling him about a crush. His reply: "I don't think there's anything you could say that I would mind hearing." He wasn't trying to forge sweetness with that response, I don't think. He simply meant it. Do you have someone that you can talk to like that? I hope so, I really do. I hope you are connected to someone like that.

This is the book he brought me back from London, I believe? (He brought me so many things back from his trip to Africa, I can't quite remember where he got all of it.) This book is so adorable. It made me laugh when he gave it to me because of how sadly fitting it was.

Here are some pictures of the kid I've been talkin' about. Heh. Oh, I'm in there somewhere, too. (This ended up being more lengthy than I had intended. They almost always do. There are a lot of people in my life that I could go on and on about. But it's not like I make you read it... haha.)

BAI'S 2nd QUIZ (more original than the 1st)

Wed, 28 Dec 2005 04:41:47 GMT

Same rules apply... now go!

Take my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com!

merry christmas, happy hanukkah/kwanza/holidays, etc!

Sun, 25 Dec 2005 12:36:09 GMT

Man, I would love it if it'd snow. I know, I know, it's not going to happen. A girl can dream, right? I don't know that I've ever experienced a white Christmas.

Quick, humorous story... I've seen on The O'Reilly Factor that it's not propper to say 'Merry Christmas.' (which is fine with me. I don't really know what I believe now, AND I was never even a remotely pushy Episcopalian, anyway. Not many are.) The correct greeting or dismissal is 'Happy Holidays.' This is the all-inclusive thing to say this time of year. Conservative Mr. O'Reilly disagrees with this, naturally. I think that it's being blown out of proportion either way; Christians and non-Christians alike.

So, I did Meals On Wheels Friday - it's volunteer work that involves picking up lunches from the hospital and delivering them to people that cannot cook/go out for themselves. Usually they're elderly and/or physically disabled in some way. I walk up to this older gentleman's door and proceed to knock. He greets me with a warm smile. He was very sweet and grateful. When I'm about to go, in my attempt to be safe, I say "Happy Holidays." With a lovingly stern expression he says, "Merry Christmas to you." I sheepishly smiled, replied with a gentle "Merry Christmas," and turned. I didn't understand it, but it made me laugh all the same.

My daddy asked if I'd come to my aunt's house with him and Eli (my little brother) but said that amy (my stepmother) would be coming too. That will be tomorrow at four and I still haven't decided on if I'm going or not. Fuckin' a.

I don't think I will.

PS I'm wearing halloween socks.