| endless winter 08 |
[Apr. 2nd, 2008|06:08 pm] |
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| | The Fratellis | ] |
1.
My boyfriend kisses perfectly. And is adorable in every way.
2.
I might get a job as a research assistant to one of my professors (if they stop cutting the budget!)
3.
Jane gave me her old bike to take up to school this summer so I can get around. I'm really looking forward to spray painting it yellow over April break.
4.
Spaghetti dinner at Steph's tonight!
5.
It is an endless winter. Stop lying to me, weathermen. |
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| tumbledown/treehouse |
[Mar. 29th, 2008|04:04 pm] |
this morning Jay, Nicky and I hiked Tumbledown mountain in the snow. It was absolutely beautiful from the top, and the almost impossible vertical part up was rewarded by sliding down almost the entire thing on the way down, which was so much fun.
( xxx )
The hardest part of the whole thing was getting up early to do it. The night before we all went to a cocktail party over at Jo and Kims apartment.
 
the cheesiest picture of Jay and I ever taken. ha.
I am seriously putting of doing my proposal for history and I need to stop it. |
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| Thoughts In My Head Right Now |
[Mar. 26th, 2008|10:55 am] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Rilo Kiley | ] |
Well, I just realized that "Goodbye Stranger" by Supertramp is one of my favorite songs. And despite my feelings toward my family, I miss my house and I am excited to go home in April for a week. I am even more excited to go to Washington D.C. the weekend before vacation. It will be during the Cherry Blossom festival and absolutely beautiful and warm with no brown snowbanks or sandy roads to distract me from the sun and make it impossible to see that the banks are getting smaller and there is soil underneath.
I am making a "sunny days" playlist and listening to "Casimir Pulaski Day" by Sufjan Stevens and almost crying because it is so beautiful.
A few days ago Jay and I took a drive to hunt for creepy old barns and the like:
 
The sun is so beautiful creeping in through my window and spilling light on my bedsheets |
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| Poems |
[Mar. 13th, 2008|11:13 am] |
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| | Sufjan Stevens | ] |
Yesterday I woke to birds
Whispering to me in chirps
Look at
The sky
See?
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Tick tocks of wall clocks make hours seem like milliseconds
I just wanted to go to the field,
To fly in yellow grass and purple clovers
Beams beating my fair back, turning its defined shoulders golden
Singing of cicadas placing me in trance in tune
To a world I long to know |
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| Homestead |
[Feb. 29th, 2008|09:45 pm] |
I just got a new job at a really nice restaurant called The Homestead up in Farmington. This is exciting, now I wont have to worry about paying rent this summer. The restaurant is really nice and everyone who works there is amazingly friendly. Such a nice change from Cafe Noche, so much drama. Tonight was weird though, a few girls I go to school with came in and ate and just gave me not-so-nice looks the entire duration of their time there. Even as I refilled their water glasses they never said thank you or anything. I just thought it was unbelievably rude to act that way towards someone while they work, especially, when they don't even know you.
But, thats the only thing that has gotten me down lately, Jay and I have been great and I am really looking forward to this summer, not living at home and finally being on my own with a few friends. It looks to be a promising few months. |
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| NEW. |
[Feb. 17th, 2008|08:52 pm] |
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| | The Beach Boys | ] |
new layout.
new apartment in June.
loving life.
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 8th, 2008|09:40 am] |
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| | Dark Side of the Moon | ] |
Take five books off your bookshelf.
Book #1 -- first sentence
Book #2 -- last sentence on page fifty
Book #3 -- second sentence on page one hundred
Book #4 -- next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty
Book #5 -- final sentence of the book
Make the five sentences into a paragraph.
Name your sources.
When Mrs. Frederick C. Little's second son arrived, everybody noticed that he was not much bigger than a mouse. Then in a low voice, "You...eh?" I don't know why we behaved like lunatics. The individual members of this class, however, are being constantly hurled down into the proletariat by the action of competition, and, as modern industry develops, they even see the moment approaching when they will completely disappear as an independent section of modern society, to be replaced in manufactures, agriculture, and commerce by overlookers, bailiffs, and shopmen. It was reasonable, however, to hope, that they would not continue long. For some minutes, before she fell into deep, dreamless sleep, she just lay quiet, smiling at the ceiling.
Book 1 - Stuart Little (E.B. White)
Book 2 - Heart Of Darkness (Joseph Conrad)
Book 3 - The Communist Manifesto (Karl Marx & Friedrich Engels)
Book 4 - Pride & Prejudice (Jane Austen)
Book 5 - Franny & Zooey (J.D. Salinger)
things to do today:
go to the post office
VOTE
find a nice vegetarian dish to experiment with
watch the graduate
call apple
make a list of museums
I cannot wait to get back to Farmington. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 21st, 2007|10:54 pm] |
happy
happy
happy
in love
in love
in love |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 16th, 2007|02:44 pm] |
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| | the fratellis | ] |
I have no idea what I want to do with my life or what I want in life. Its absolutely terrifying and I'm not ready to grow up. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 25th, 2007|09:56 am] |
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ive been writing in my real journal. its way better. i can draw in it and stuff. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 2nd, 2007|01:19 pm] |
some poems:
i cannot wait for the brownish white crusts and salt stains to dissapear
soft browns and earthworms taking their places
inviting me
to a hole three feet deep
carved with our own shovels
filled with bubbling mud and pollen
mixed with our dirty souls and skinny legs
to blankets making tents on a maple tree my age
calling our summer skin to cool in the shade
gentle winds and a battery run radio lulling us to sleep with the soft hits of the 90s
a panda bear and a puppy dog slightly out of reach
to a crosslegged girl
sitting under a childrens easle on a wooden deck
thinking she loved someone
singing songs by The Police
and using every green crayon in sight
---------------------------------------------------
where calcium deposits
and dirt collects with oil and sweat
cuticles are bitten and frayed
they are ugly. umperfect.
cover my mouth and pressure on my eyes
push back my hair
i can't do it
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Sarge
O Walt, small and grey
you're bright eyed and excited
wake me up today
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your filth is not glamorous
you, however, must be
because you are enrolled, learned, so you think
so leave it for the blue collars
to plug their innocent noses at
you are the lesser |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 15th, 2007|09:52 am] |
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| | bob dylan - wigwam | ] |
1.)one out of five grand made. i hope i can make the rest.
2.)cape cod next week. yessss.
3.)and i'm stealing chris' idea of orangina floats ASAP. (thanks buddy)
4.)i wish i could spend 45 dollars on ben folds tickets. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 5th, 2007|09:00 am] |
 steeves peterson simpson aceto by nicky wyman |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 1st, 2007|11:32 am] |
+saw plus44
+stood 30 feet from mark hoppus
+they covered blink
-friends not returning phone calls
on another note: i am empty and cold, as usual |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 18th, 2007|03:46 pm] |
5 things i love:
.the yellow vest
.lemon lane
.exploring woodlands
.green grass
.the vampire squid
5 things i hate:
.the library of congress system
.movie gallery
.harold hill
.snot
.constant throat clearning |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 12th, 2007|03:12 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  down | ] |
no one has really said anything about kurt vonnegut's death today.
that kind of bums me out; did they not know who he was or did they not appreciate his genius?
ah well, ignorance is bliss i suppose |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 1st, 2007|10:43 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  annoyed | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | tv | ] |
school is out in just a little over a month. crazy. this summer will be filled with jalapeno poppers, smelling like a burrito, and mad dolla$. and of course, my favorite, sophie poulin.
on another note:
where are you, lost boys? |
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