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[13 Jul 2009|10:32am] |
i got the highest grade (and the only A) in my summer chemistry course. i'm one itsy-bitsy step closer to living on mountain-tops in the most remote corners of the world for the rest of my adult life. telescopes and calculators, here i come!
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[05 Jul 2009|04:47pm] |
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i attempt a relationship and i get hurt. i get scared of relationships and i hurt people. i face my fears and i get hurt. it's a vicious vicious cycle, this dating business.
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[29 Jun 2009|12:37am] |
i just went on a date without even realizing it.
he leaned in and gave the most awkward kiss ever.
i leaned away and told him why i didn't return it. it got more awkward.
i am not looking forward to telling joe about this incident, hopefully he'll see the humor in it.
he's been a positive force for me lately, it's gonna suck if this ruins it.
edit: he said, "well grrl...i can't point a finger atchya but when you got it, you got it."
o baby. i like this one.
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| a guy came up to me in 7-11 |
[24 Jun 2009|11:17pm] |
and asked me where i can get that chronic.
"heheehhh...what?"
"aaahhh you know..."
"ooo, you're referring to my eyes being so red! naa, that's that chronic chlorine i've been swimming in for the past 6 hours"
"oh."
RYYYYTE!
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[14 Jun 2009|08:18am] |
today's virgo horoscope: try not to blurt shit out without thinking first. for one day, don't be impulse driven.
this is gonna be a tough one.
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[02 Jun 2009|06:06pm] |
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crust punks at the oceanfront; now that's funny.
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[24 May 2009|04:34pm] |
my emotions lately have been all over the place. i wanna be with my friends, not sure it's gonna happen. but hey, i get to talk with you livejournal.
peter called me on his new girlfriends phone. i let it slip that i still love him. he said he still loves me and misses me too. basically how he broke it down was we didn't work out because i didn't follow him to arizona. i got angry even though this is what we both wanted. i'm happy that he's happy. i just can't have him in my life at all anymore. it's not sane. i need to break my phone.
on the way home from work today, the truck in front of me ran over a skateboarder. i watched the kid as he tried to get up and walk away on a foot that wasn't there. i stood next to him as he screamed for his mother. the timing couldn't be worse.
i feel like there are people i can talk to but i just can't seem to reach them.
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| missing persons |
[20 May 2009|05:49pm] |
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officially you can now find me filed under the "Where are they now? (RVA chapter)" folder.
i may need to pay you fine folks a visit. sayyyyy next wednesday, thursday and friday?
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[06 May 2009|06:35pm] |
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my temper is, what i believe to be, my worst quality. it only shows up every other month but fuck. it's a bitch and i feel sorry for whoever has to deal with it. especially when people don't know how to deal with it. if you ever see me fuming, do not try to talk me out my angry state. the best thing to do is walk away, forget you ever saw me. don't be a hero.
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[04 May 2009|03:13pm] |
bicycle clubs are just watered down hell's angels or just outlaw motorcycle clubs in general. some more than others. this may be a good thing but it is still mostly comical.
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[30 Apr 2009|04:34pm] |
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i have told myself for years, no more scumbags. it's only as of late that i realized i'm one of them. okay, i can live with that.
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| meltage |
[29 Apr 2009|02:01pm] |
i've found a happy spot in your writing. many thanks.
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| spring is for raising the undead |
[26 Apr 2009|09:18pm] |
mass amounts of chai followed by equal parts cheap champagne plus renovating my bro's old bedroom also known as furniture demolition derby while pumping the summer jams made for a gratifying evening. looking forward to part two. post pics when it's done.
and i've been rebirthing this baby too:
git bizzy
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| round 2 |
[21 Apr 2009|10:56am] |
it's official, i'm enrolled in classes again. chemistry, ima knock u out!
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[30 Mar 2009|01:13pm] |
i have regrettably abandoned my feral living education. i hate this distance, i strive to get back in the wilderness. i miss the others. i feel like a stranger to the woods now.
on the other hand, i'm trying to move back to richmond to finish my college education and move to france. also to be closer to my friends. i'm starting to feel like a stranger to them as well.
re-wilding vs. civilized upbringing. which will prevail?
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| i went to paris and all you got was this long entry |
[23 Mar 2009|04:15pm] |
day one: i was still recovering from the flu on the plane ride over, once i got into my room, i passed out for 6 hours. when i woke up, i was completely healthy! i looked out my front window and i had a banging view of notre dame and some dope graffiti.
day two: went to the louvre. was completely awestruck by all the ceilings and 13-14th century italian paintings. NOT so much the mona lisa. very underwhelming. it was set in the middle of a huge beige wall in between multiple bulletproof windows and was about 2x3 feet...maybe? ya whatever, love ya da vinci! but no honey, you done betta.
day trois!: took the RER to versailles. BIG mistake. i shoulda known. there is no personal space in europe apparently. and on top of my anxiety about being touched, i have a hard time being around crowds...especially in confined spaces. i really tried to escape in the audio-guide, by the time i got to the hall of mirrors there was no fighting it, i was having a panic attack. i put on my faux raybans to hide my crying. i tried to find abandoned corners but for some reason they kept getting filled up with gobs of middle schoolers. i ended up passing the rest of the castle tour and running out to the royal gardens to throw up the only vegan meal i could find, bread and coffee. btw, the bread there is a spiritual experience. try it!
day four: went to the infoshop, but it was closed. went into the tattoo parlor next door, talked with the piercer. he gave me directions to a videoclub/subculture bookshop. went there and met the amazing lady that owned it. talked with her for hours, bought some french political zines. she told me of a local "punk" bar. on the way back to the metro station, i ran into a protest. talked with some of them, they were all professors and grad students, not typical punk kids. i had some interesting conversations, it was refreshing.
day five: went to père lachaise cemetery. one thing i couldn't stand about paris was how much civilization had covered the earth there...it still did in the cemetery but at least the trees in there were so old and full of life. it was nice to be around them. walked around in there for hours until they kicked everyone out. went to that local bar. i was told no one would bother me...ha. as soon as i walk in, it was evident that it was one of those places where everyone knows everyone and no one knew me. i asked the bartender (vincent) if he knew english and once everyone heard my american accent they were on me like flies at a fourth of july cook out. the bartender was cute. his english was bad, but better than my french. we talked whenever he wasn't dealing with customers or dudes weren't trying to hit on me. i had to leave at midnight b/c the metro stops running at 1230. dang.
day six: found out that one of my favorite photographers was having an exhibition at a museum right around the corner from me. went to that, it was lovely. i adore that guy's sense of humor. walked around the rest of the day. at nightfall, went back to that bar. it was a busier night, it being friday and all. nonetheless, vincent was very attentive to me...he even gave me some local drinks fo' free! including multiple shots of a liquor they created named "the clash". did i mention this is a "punk" bar? i'm pretty sure "the clash" is quite similar to the jungle juice we have back here in the states. newaysss, HEREEZZZZZZ where it gets steamy. vincent invites me to hang with him and some friends after the bar closes (at 2am, sheesh thats early). i said, fuck it, why not. i wait for him to clean the bar up. he takes my hand and puts his arm around me as he walks me through tiny curving alleyways to meet his friends at a speak-easy. password and all. we got pretty tipsy off whatever they were giving us. and of course i got involved in a tiny lil scandal, some dude came up to me while vincent was in the bathroom, told me i was beautiful and tried to kiss me on the mouth. i laughed it off but vincents friends didn't think it was so funny. whoops, whatever, not my bad. vincent didn't care...on that note, i spent the entire night with him. he walked me to the metro. and true to romantic form, he came running to my platform to walk me all the way to my apartment, but i had just left on the train. damn. i had an amazing walk home, i got to watch the sun rise, it was fucking beautiful. it was just the icing on the incredibly tasty night. <3
day seven: went to the eiffel tower. hated it. saw the arc and champs elysee and where marie antoinette got her dome piece chopped off. bam! walked around for the rest of the day, went to sleep.
day eight: flew back here. big mistake.
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| i'm back from gay purreeee |
[15 Mar 2009|10:33pm] |
and this is pretty much how it went, linguistically.
edit: i swear i'll give a legit update sometime in the next few days.
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