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tirsdag, desember 31, 2002
when i whistle, i hear the song in my head. so when it comes out - to me, it's perfect.
mandag, desember 30, 2002
I need a photo spread of Vienna. from National Geographic or Smithsonian or something. so if any of you punks come across one....and are willing to give it up just like I had to give up my immortality to be able to feel human emotions....it's true...... that would be rad.
there is this KID and he is so clueless! and heartbroken! and I want to slap him!
and if no one has a vienna picture, I'm also interested in musical scores....in german...like classical pieces. hahahah you know what's funny? how I"m not going to get any feedback for this. oh well.
would you like to swing on a star....carry moonbeams home in a jar....
I think i cough to make people feel sorry for myself. including me. haha. I shouldn't have told you that! i have to make everyone think I'm sick forever!
it was funny when i came home and this canadian cartoon was on (you know it?) and it was about dinosaurs flying. and it was about what i've been thinking about lately like tonight.
you know what's awesome? playing Cartoon Network's late night black and white on mute with the Beatles in the background.
søndag, desember 29, 2002
is it ugly? i'm not a magician. i can't read everything the sideways carrots say
hmmmm
i guess this'll teach me not to drink caffeine at night. even if it's tea. or maybe i shouldn't sleep so much during the day. whatever. I'm not even looking at the clock. oh.. oh...here I go. shit 4:15. goddammit how does this happen? this is how: let some dry mouthed nerd ; ) stay at your house till midnight then watch tv till godknowshowlong then upstairs to finish your tamany hall book (which actually references to Gangs of New York when it was a book) and start the one Pia gave me. then after I tell myself to sleep, i realize that i can't...so then to listen to Bright Eyes....which I'm still doing. it's a long album. it's good, but jesus christ, his songs don't end. that's ok with me though. I've been wanting to write a review of it, and by that I mean that in the past lifetime or however long I've been up listening to it, it has struck me that I could say stuff about it. in fact, I want to set up some links on this damn page but don't know enough about html besides what few boys can tip me off about. plus, i've only written one musical review about a band i had been listening to since i was a wee one....but it would still be grand. and corboto and I still have to write a movie review or two. we got time.
so i get up and go to the bathroom to look out the window, but i don't have my glasses, so it doesn't do much good for me. so, insomnia + laptop computer = late night blogging. this is just like all the essays I write for school: all the points are out of order, and I recquire revision to make sure all is in check. but even proofreading is useless and in this situation, totally unnecessary.
where do the boys hang out in this city? huh?
what am I going to do for the rest of this break? I can't fucking dream it away like I've been doing. it would be nice to make up for where my PSAT scores and partying let me down and actually do something worth talking about. i could at least work on the trip album. Speaking of my summer voyage, it is utterly depressing to think that that was one of the best times of my life and I just can't see anything being as great as it was. jay sus. god I sound so fucking dumb and petty. ah well. make your own damn web page if you want to read something else.
i need to expand. get a personality. be able to answer someone honestly when they ask me, "how are you? really?" i need to be happy with how I fucking look. Kelly Osbourne's new song is the worst piece of shit. i'm totally disappointed.
he said I think I'm cured
in fact I'm sure
thank you stranger
for your therapeutic smile.
that's not from kelly osbourne's song. that's track 6 of Bright eyes' latest cd. I don't know the title. it's probably some philosophical quote.
you know what I sound like? like I did when I was on painkillers after my wisdom teeth were out. I was so crazy.
the other day
i realized ( i know it sounds unbelievable and makes me seem very naive) that when I drink coffee, i am not myself. so then I realized that at that moment, I was coffee free, and I was myself with no outside influences (including hair dye) and I was a drowsy person with a headache. so that was sad/silly.
this really fast sports car (red) drove past me and I saw it was being driven by a priest and i was like, "merry christmas, sir" but not really. I mean, why would I call him "sir?"
i wanted to blog all the time but I couldn't cause I just didn't have the spirit to do it. which is sooo nerdy of me to say, you know...that posting on a website recquires "spirit." i think i've been spelling that word wrong
i got a lecture from my mom tonight no....last night remember it's early morning. because I didn't tell her where I was going. which prevented me from dancepartying tonight. who cares. not moi.
maybe I"ll change the colors to this page. make it mine. you know?
torsdag, desember 26, 2002
so speaking of christmas...
i'm not going to make a list of everything i got, which i'm sure sam will do...a lot less religion/tradition this time around. we didn't even decorate the tree. talk about secularization. and I feel bad, cause it's important to my mom, she's pretty christian...and likes christmas...and here I am...with nothing good to say. so yeah, heartbreaking me. my mom doesn't think i love her. i fixed the tv today. i got a date book (an Edward Gorey date book!) so if you have a birthday you should tell me so I can write it down. in my Edward Gorey date book.
what else....
rock rock rock rock rock n roll high school
some free money. woo. means i'll get all the cd's my parents don't know that i want.
so i'm up so late watching my harlot, my precious, MTV2, which has a "punk" special. and i'm watching these videos....hoping that if i just soak up enough images of these kids with ties and makeup that i could understnad the meaning of punk. at this moment in time, I am convinced that the Clash is the best band that ever existed. which, you know has to do with beaucoup de hype of said band because of the late Strummer RIP.and i just saw that Clash documentary. hella rad. listen to me. shit.
Peharch: how was your christmas?
DrippyLikesBass: fine
Peharch: what did you get?
DrippyLikesBass: candy
Peharch: just candy?
DrippyLikesBass: YES
Peharch: are you serious?
Peharch: how weird?
Peharch: what type of candy
Peharch: ?
DrippyLikesBass: gum
Peharch: ok then - i'll ttyl
Peharch: merry christmas!
onsdag, desember 25, 2002
christmas comes this time each year......
la la la. joyeux noel tout le monde. i've spent the past two days watching films with my mom and eating chocolate. there is so much of it in this house. if anyone needs any, don't be shy. since i'm out of friends I might continue to find love through Gene Kelly and his magic dancin shoes. sigh. at least there won't be any more christmas music saturating radio and tv waves after today. it's not comforting to know that the gift money in my pocket will be spent in couple of days on somethign i'll regret buying. my grandma bought an "ark" (like your goat, caroline) and a pocket flashlight for me. yay.
christmas = dishtowels, candy, and tapered pants.
mandag, desember 23, 2002
hmmm so many things to say.
i feel so shitty. i'm sick for one. ah well. I've been listening to/playing "but not for me" a lot. today i mean. my head just hurts tout le temps. i just want to stay home and read or watch HBO or MTV2 or VH1classic. cause I can now. or play with my new toys. no, no energy for that. sick sick sick.
call? me?
fredag, desember 20, 2002
hahah shit. I can't believe I clapped for myself.
tirsdag, desember 17, 2002
so the record was stuck, and the lazy ass I am, I pick up a marker to throw at the turntable (haha) to make it stop saying "Seventeen... seventeen... seventeen ....seventeen" but instead of stopping the sticking (gee, I can't believe throwing a marker didn't fix it) the marker hit the speed button so it just kept skipping in a higher pitch. funny.
I found out tonight that my dad's favorite song in the 70's was "Girl from the North Country" by Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash. sweet.
hahah "enchilida"
lørdag, desember 14, 2002
Good eats = Amy's cheese enchilda frozen dinner; ementhal cheese
mandag, desember 09, 2002
i just fell asleep on my bedroom floor (not an easy task, agree those of you who have seen my room) i then proceeded to spill tea all over the floor. then, when i woke up, i cursed, then spent what was probably an ungodly amount of time rescuing a fallen cd from the crevices of my bed.
and Sam- it wasn't the Minutemen, it was the Walkmen who produced "Everyone who pretended to like my is gone." i would know. it's a concept i'm familiar with. insert winking smiley.
word. happy monday.
søndag, desember 08, 2002
bah. tonight was a night of concentrated homework but my posts are hella lame so i must fix that. and give shout-outs to Sam because he gave a few to me.
I saw the Y Chromotomes today and they were just so damn funny. christ. they rock. Oy!
My mom made me get rid of Kazaa because apparently ANYONE could get into our computer and ERASE EVERYTHING and WE WOULDN"T EVEN KNOW IT. so yeah. I don't know how to download music anyway. Plus the sever is down. All this leads to AOL radio.
I can't believe the semester is almost over. Goddammit. I meant to write a journal entry this weekend. shit shit. It's because Pia took me out to throw eggs at things. like AUTHORITY. and CAPITALISM. yeah we told the system. and tried to steal a road sign. i'm kidding about all that talk. don't take me seriously. come on, i'm listening to AOL radio.
I spent all day Saturday (and 5:30am can hardly be called "day") at a wrestling meet in Pleasant Hill (which just can't be called Pleasant. Their mascot is a fighting purple cock. no shit) It was interesting....wrestling is interesting. DDT (world's most dangerous man, assisstent coach) got kicked out for his tobacco posession. So Coach Carpenter (world's fastest man) quickly had to dispose of his. and there were dumbass refs and dumbass wrestlers (well, Andrew Y) and other weird events. And wrestling cheerleaders are just so damn lame. We uh...finished 10th or 11th out of 12 schools. but whatever. we got Jerome.
hahah wrestling. I wish there could be other people to laugh at this with me.
so that was my weekend. huzzah.
torsdag, desember 05, 2002
LIBRARIAN BARBIE IS LOSING vote like a billion times for librarian barbie
mandag, desember 02, 2002
memos:
-the only thing that theatrical design has taught me is that hot glue guns are beautiful, beautiful things.
-my new favorite song is "third planet" by modest mouse
-it's not even about action anymore
-my set's backdrop is so goddam pretty
-and I AM SO GODDAM FED UP WITH BOYS.
søndag, desember 01, 2002
heh. my submissions received mixed reviews a la garret meeting. haha all good, all good. i just feel good now i guess. with paint on my fingers and hair in pigtails.
the weekendholiday is over, caitlin's gone, my parents are back to their normal, silent teenage girl in the house. plus i get my bathroom back.
i tried to play slap bass today. I think i"m doing it right.
pia drives so slowly! hee hee
shake it!
it's nice to think that in songs, the lyrics don't always make sense. but there's no one to say, "I don't get it." or "what's it about?" that's so nice.
the universe is shaped exactly like the earth if you go straight along enough you'll end up where you were
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh FUCK YOU
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