| pretty things |
[May. 15th, 2006|10:46 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | bed | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | reflective | ] |
| [ | music |
| | untitled 1 | ] |
i'm taking a break from my break from blogging to record one of the most beautiful things that has ever happened to me. there are other monumental things going on in my life right now, but none of them seem as influential as this in the grand scheme of things.
last night (Sunday, May 12th) i saw Sigur Ros in concert at the bank of america pavilion. the venue is basically a huge white tent plopped right by the water. the back-story: it had been raining straight for the last week, and sunday was no exception. the fog was hiding the skyscrapers and the city seemed to be in the middle of a huge cloud. my clothes were damp just from walking a few yards. it was perfect weather for sigur ros. the side flaps of the tent were drawn open so the entire show was accompanied by that fresh rain smell everyone is in love with. i could see my breath but it wasn't really that cold. someone was smoking pot behind us and my brother and i made friends with the fella sitting next to us. everyone was enjoying the flawless collision of every outside variable to create the perfect setting for the music.
and the music was good. great. better than i ever could have imagined. the rain continued on and off throughout the show, accompanied by a little lightning. when people stopped clapping after songs, the rain kept clapping on the roof of the tent. they played for almost two hours and my ass was sore as the dickins, but i soaked in every second in total comfort. its hard to explain. i want to say it rocked my box, but i think it more like held my box in its skinny scandinavian arms and rocked it back and forth while caressing it gently.
i was in a daze for the rest of the evening and into most all of today. i will never forget the night as one of the best musical experiences i have ever been moved by.
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| its timey time time |
[Apr. 25th, 2006|07:54 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  like this and that | ] |
| [ | music |
| | popozow the brazilian ass shaker | ] |
i've been putting off this journal entry business for a while now. so, in order to play catch-up and save my brain from forming complete sentences, its gonna be basic.
in the past month and then some i have:
-received many gorgeous guests
-started biking to work
-fallen kinda in love with my brother's girlfriend
-creamed my pants at the yeah yeah yeahs show
-explored the city i live in
-failed in containing my exciting for the approaching age of legal boozing
-tried to make decisions about my future
-been admitted to Northeastern University
-procrastinated in going to see my accademic advisor to pick my classes
-been given the gift of Sigur Ros tickets for my birthday
-adopted a mother cat and her litter of kittens
-gotten my hair cut
-chilled with the typical and purchased brokeback mountain
-planned a mini-vacation to Wisconsin on my birthday weekend
-been strangly attracted to carlos mencia
-used pot as a sleep aide
-spend most of my waking hours in an office building
-felt less youthful
skitamarinkidinkidink skitamarinkidoo
i'm also gradually becoming the crazy cat lady. |
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| "everybody asks me how shes doing. has she really lost her mind?" |
[Mar. 12th, 2006|08:49 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  fine, pretty ok | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the banger sisters on tv | ] |
yesterday, an old coworker from the ole' wisconsin motherstate called to see how i was doing. and as i was walking to the grocery store, serenaded by liz phair, i realized that i'm doing fine. pretty okie-dokie.
i love my job. i'm the most financially stable i've ever been. i'm starting school again in the fall. i'm even looking into buying a house sometime next year.
so what if i've gained a shitload of weight and i can't see my cheek or hipbones anymore. it doesn't really bother my like it used to. and sex? in the words of Joan on Campus Ladies, "i'd rather have a sandwhich." i'm not really lonely and, for the first time in my life, enjoy the company of just myself.
so, in the spirit of the single man's weekend, i'm going to go smoke a bowl while i take a bubble bath and listen to fiona apple. then i am going to eat the shit out of some cheesy brocolli rice while i watch the new episode of Campus Ladies.
and also, my new favorite spot. i call it my perch.
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| VD |
[Feb. 14th, 2006|11:11 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pretty alright | ] |
| [ | music |
| | feist | ] |
so check it. today was my first day of work. i'm doing a temp to hire thing at a buisness consulting firm in cambridge. the building is gorgeous. very trendy and skylighty and warehousey/exposed bricky etc. i'm doin the front desk dance. oh, the sweet sweet dance of sitting. now that i'm working, i feel like boston is more like life and less like a vacation.
it is v-day i guess. all the flower deliveries that came to the front desk at work, all the flowers i saw en route to the sweetheart they were intended for on the subway, none of them were for me. and i didn't care. my skin is the thickest its been in a long time and i'm really happy about it. it never used to be a problem, and that was totally something i took for granted. now at least i can recognize and be grateful for my emotional stability.
sometimes i have fantasies about jimmy carr. i don't get it. something about him. boinkable.
oh, i almost forgot the best part of my new job. there is a cafe right next to my desk and i get to refill my travel mug for only 60 cents. flawless. |
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| MY LATEST ACCOMPLISHMENT |
[Feb. 4th, 2006|10:09 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | full of cake | ] |
| [ | music |
| | shama shama el me camama from barefoot in the park | ] |
no more cake frown face |
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| the devil's in the tv |
[Feb. 3rd, 2006|12:18 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  zoinked | ] |
| [ | music |
| | kathy griffin and the dixie chicks | ] |
my life lately:
thats pretty much it.
"take your totem pole to my donut hole!" -Joan of College Ladies
i've decided to go on a diet. i don't have a scale at this apartment, but i can tell that i've gained weight. i can tell just by looking in the mirror. its not that big of a deal, i knew it would happen, its just time to stop eating so i can go back to what i was before.
so this is the idea:
except i'm sitting on the coach with a freshly baked cake (still warm) on my lap cutting off little squares and DEVOURING them. so... yeah. we'll see how that works out.
project runway is all about "making it work" and i LOVE it.
my cake and i are watching kathy griffin. funny shit. |
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| insomnia makes the baby jesus grin |
[Jan. 23rd, 2006|05:02 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | awakish | ] |
| [ | music |
| | steven tyler music video EEEK scrotum neck! | ] |
oh the tales of being unemployed. i just submitted my resume to 13 different places so hopefully the final chapter to these tales will be hot off the presses sometime soon.
HIGHLIGHTS/LOWLIGHTS
i made cookies
i talked to a telemarketer from Iowa long after i told her i didn't want any magazine subscriptions. she is 27, has 4 kids, and is on her 2nd divorce. she said she is "single and ready to mingle" and doesn't think i should be single and is going to work on setting me up with someone fantastic.
i've watched copious amounts of E! True Hollywood Stories
i went to a metalhead party with a bunch of art students, drank WAY too much Pabst Blue Ribbon and vomitted all over the sidewalk outside the Mass Art dorms.
i've eaten a lot. A LOT.
i've spent too much money.
i've been up to date on every craigslist posting everywhere.
i found my new favorite show. its called Campus Ladies on the Oh! Oxygen channel. its about two middle aged women that go back to school. hilarious. i love that channel.
also, i was watching Taradise (Tara Reid's travel show) and I FUCKING LOVE HER! don't care who knows it.
i think thats pretty much all i've been up to. boring. time to sleep. |
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| that is so mulan |
[Jan. 15th, 2006|01:06 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  lazy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | i'm the one that i want | ] |
lets talk about my life for the last 24 hours. i have not left my apartment all day. i have been watching degrassi and star trek and ab fab and i don't even know what else. and eating. a lot. i don't want to know how much weight i've gained in the last week. i just ate a king sized snicker bar that was supposed to be a present for someone else. earlier i took a break with a box of mac and cheese and the movie saved. now margaret cho is on logo and once you get in a logo loop... i dunno. *UPDATE: Noah's Ark just came on. not movin for a bit.*
but i DID finish setting up my tv stand thing today. i took some pics cuz i like playing with my camera...
this is a big ass painting i found at a thrift store yesterday. the walls are so blank and empty. i'm trying to put as many pretty things on the walls as i can.
( you can almost hear the mandolin in the background )
maybe tomorrow will be a more productive day... ass in moderation. |
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| spice racks etc. |
[Jan. 11th, 2006|09:19 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  one eye open | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the rain against my window (like the tina turner song) | ] |
i just bought a tv. she's a beaut. i'm justa bout to watch broken flowers which we have been saving for when we finally got da big screen.
i wanted to show everyone why i haven't posted any pictures yet.
thats why.
as soon as i get everything organized and pretty the way i want it, i will take pretty gorgeous pictures.
( just a tasting )
and now i'm gonna watch this movie, go to bed, and THINK about getting a job... poverty to follow. |
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| sippin on some apple sidra (i dunno, i bought it at the cute little ethnic market) |
[Jan. 8th, 2006|11:16 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | awakish | ] |
| [ | music |
| | myself telling myself i need to change my icon picture | ] |
so, i'm here in boston.
all thanks to BERTHA THE BEAST (bb for short) our ginormous moving van. she was great. a real winner.
the apartment is very keanu reeves' place in devils advocate except sans keanu and for college kiddies. its big and needs more furniture.
my brother and i locked ourselves out of the bachelor pad in the most creative way last night. the maintenance guy had to go through someone else's apartment in order to get us back in. we are not making very good neighbors. taking the city by storm.
haven't really done anything except move in since we arrived. just sitting around watching ab fab on our tiny tele. need to go buy a bigger tv. and get a new phone number. and buy a dustpan.
i was looking on myspace for peeps in my area. but then i realized that i don't want to meet anyone on myspace. cuz then we would have to tell people we met on myspace. and then what if i met the man of my dreams. people would have to talk about myspace during the toasts at our wedding. i'm gonna try it the old fashioned way. hang out in laundromats and coffeehouses and high school proms and the like.
i'm actually starting to yawn, which is quite something since all i've done since waking up at 2 today was walk down the street to get milk for cereal.
so i leave you with this. its a picture of the first thing you see when you walk into the apartment. yes, that is chuck norris' autobiography, Against All Odds the story of chuck as told by chuck. he watches over the goins ons. no burglars yet. you think THATS coincidence? eric and i are reading a random excerpt every night before dinner. keeps us centered.
i will take more pictures of the swinging pad when i get a digital camera thats not a peice of monkey shit. |
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| "its kinda like our running joke thats really not funny" |
[Jan. 2nd, 2006|03:01 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  what just happenned? | ] |
| [ | music |
| | wrist slitting ani (dilate) and sigur ros | ] |
this year, in sync with my resolution, i brought in the new year by myself. with a few joints and a bottle of korbel. a bubble bath and book reading was planned, but my body hit the floor before any of that happenned. woke up sore, feeling not so glamorous. not the first time. over it.
just spent a lovely few hours enjoying 2006 conversation with kayla at node. only a few of you will follow me on this one, but multicia was there. still workin that same ole song an' dance. brave woman. not cute.
i was thinking about doing one of the "2005 in review" surveys for posterity's sake, but it seemed like a lot of work and i don't want to answer all the questions so i'm making my own survey:
highlights: boozin', usin', loosin', camus lane, henry street, too many drag shows, being loved, loving, the revolving door spitting in and out people that have changed my life, tori and other shows, turning people down, lots of coffee, lots more getting sleepy wrap it up.
lowlights: stuff that isn't funny at the time but is later, jess leaving, coming to terms with myself leaving, mouthbreathers, being homeless, being a bitch to people that might not all the way deserve it, more but getting sleepier.
themesongs: superhero by ani difranco, untitled by sigur ros (which one?), tower of learning by rufus wainwright, wouldn't have it any other way by the streets, goodbye to pisces by tori amos, oh god kelly clarkson, a buncha elliot smith, ludacris word a mouf, i should stop before this gets out of hand.
how i've changed the most: refer to first theme song
what i'm going to change this year: hang out with myself more, start using my words like a big boy aka telling people how i feel about them instead of expecting them to read my mind and react accordingly, take care of myself for a change instead of worying about other people so much.
where will you be in a year: fuck all if i know. i sure didn't know a year ago.
thats enough of that. i'm already bored of nostalgia.
i'm not shaving my face until i have a job interview. this could get ugly.
i have so much to do and so many people to see in the next three days. maybe i should give sleep a go. |
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| go home alone by choice or choose one of the boys to lie down with if shes lonely or horny or human |
[Dec. 29th, 2005|03:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  zonked | ] |
| [ | music |
| | grape soda | ] |
today is the last day i have to wear a tie to work. tomorrow is casual fridays, then saturday is my last day. i'm so ready to be unemployed. probably for a while.
i just read an article on kayne west. impressed.
thanks to my nerdy tendencies, i am now an expert on "the BIG DIG." ask me about it. i'll give you the whole schpeal. i should really be going to school and learning things for a reason instead of just for shits and gigs.
Brokeback Mountain was breathtaking.
i'm low on sleep. i accidentally fell asleep on my lunch break. they had to call me to wake me up and tell me to come back to work. a case of last days slackin'.
anyone want to buy my car? please? like, now?
i'm starting to question my own sanity. i wish i were joking. sometimes i'm fine, but sometimes when i'm alone, it gets a little weird. but the fact that i'm weirded out by my own behavior, shows that im still with it. cuz insane people don't really know they are insane, right? i think i'm just stressed out. obvious reasons. i'm starting to question my own sanity. |
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| with my feet on the dash the world doesn't matter |
[Dec. 23rd, 2005|04:50 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | out of it. what is it? | ] |
| [ | music |
| | harvey birdman attorney at law (steven colbert pie hands) | ] |
as i was driving in the middle of the night, i was listening to my Bible - Tori Amos' Scarlet Stories. her explanation of a sorta fairytale always brings me back to earth. i didn't really mean all the things i wrote in my last post. i was really grumpy and bitchy and sick. its not a overstatment to say i'm miserable right now, but i still value all the people that have changed my life here. cuz, as tori says, people come into your life and leave a part of themselves with you even though you may not want them to sometimes. everyone you meet becomes a part of you.
i've been thinking about them all and want to write them down before i go to sleep and forget. here are a few of those in no particular order except which pop off the tips of my fingers first:
my wifey
my kaylabee
my MoD
my campanion on the war path / fellow Denny's connoisseur
the ex-police reporter for the journal sentinal and gang
my sweetcheeks
mr. stellar
mimmo
gay robert
straight bobert
gorgeous haired/brained/souled tiariffic
the lover i didn't hafta love but did anyways on accident
my george webb's coffee and cigarettes buddy
computer fix-it/manbeast
my first hag
the phelios love of my life
ALL the fuckin crazy lesbians
all the moms
most perfectest nose EVER!!!
U-HO all across the board
my work peeps
birth control totin librarians
LOR obsessed milk guzzler
nicki mz peaches k thanx and crew
my b-ball starlet
the best massager on the planet
my partner in ab fab
i'm starting the nod off at the keyboard so this game is over now. there are so many more, but i feel like i'm going to be disgusted by my cracked out sappiness in the morning so i'm gonna stop.
in other quick news, i have good reason to believe my landlord is mentally insane. whats with crazy ass landlords?
seriously, falling asleep sitting up. i need to wake up for work in less than three hours. |
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| the dive |
[Dec. 21st, 2005|12:22 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  the weather is over me | ] |
| [ | music |
| | WNPR | ] |
i am sick as a dog. my voice sounds like its going through puberty again and i probably look like a million bucks. a million bucks that the cat pissed on.
club 5. oh how we despise thee. but yet, i found myself there. tourism.
i'm thinking of spending new year's eve alone. the more and more i think about it, the more and more i like the idea. depressing.
i'm not as sad about leaving this shithole anymore. i can't go on living the way i am living right now. my last memories of here will not be happy ones. i'm leaving and i can't see myself coming back.
on a lighter note, I'M FUCKING SICK! i'm gonna go to the store on lunch and treat myself to a box of kleenex so that the toilet paper and napkins of the world can rest easy. a nose in need deserves puffs indeed. |
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| i won a rufus refrigerator magnet on ebay. the first step is admitting that you have a problem. |
[Dec. 9th, 2005|11:58 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  fine as wine | ] |
| [ | music |
| | tori amos on shuffle | ] |
i feel better now. who has a panic attack and makes an lj post at the same time? thats so raven.
i quit working at Express. one job is enough right now.
this morning i was listening to tori amos - choirgirl hotel and i had a repressed memory come to mind. i remember being at some kind of party and there was this girl who said something about tori amos and then i said i love tori amos and she said she loved choirgirl. then i remember drunkenly slurring something about how choirgirl is for goth girls, looking at her, and telling her she didn't look that goth. i can't remember who i was talking to. or where. or when. could have been years ago. could have been last night. the complicated life of the drunkie.
if you would like a lovely loft apartment by state street look no further than http://madison.craigslist.org/apa/116485303.html but seriously, if you want it, call me.
my address will be:
two wild and crazy guys (said in french accento)
38 Linden Street Apt. #14
Boston, MA 02134
just in case ya'll want to send me loveboxes early so they are there when i arrive.
everyone have a lovely weekend. i plan to get shitfaced. rock. |
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| WAYNE? |
[Dec. 8th, 2005|04:15 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  debbie downer | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the sound of my impending nervous breakdown | ] |
i just made the reservations for the moving truck. i'm picking it up in milwaukee on the 5th of january and dropping it off in boston on the 10th. so somewhere in between i'll be gone. then i printed off the mapquest directions. that seemed kind of final too.
i feel sick to my stomach. my eyes can't focus on anything. my head is spinning. and i keep forgetting to breath. i'm gonna vomit. |
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| new order and morrissey |
[Dec. 2nd, 2005|05:10 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  caffinated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Morrissey | ] |
ice cream and coffee is a great combo.
due to my high level of stress, a zit colony has formed on my face. i understand they love the land, but they, just like those pesky american indians, need to get out of their country.
i saw Rent in the theaters the other day. fantastic. i'll probably see it again soon.
working at express is bad for the wallet. i've convinced myself i need to buy a suit. snappy interview suit. not necessary.
i've lost 10 pounds in the last week, i guess. i didn't even notice, but the scale says so and she would never lie to me. don't worry, i still feel fat.
Dr. Ruth is the shiznit.
"Craigslist.org can be a reliable source for urban apartment hunters and people who like to get peed on."
my horoscope says that i will be meeting a new romantic interest in the month of december, but only if i'm not still hanging on to by previous flame. apparently, its like garlic for vampires. easier than a bat. |
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| BEANS! |
[Nov. 28th, 2005|04:44 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | lethargic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | animal collective in my head | ] |
i just found a home in Boston. its in Allston and its pretty. pictures maybe later. and i think i have found my dreamjob with Wainwright bank. now i just need to stop moving for a second and finish my stupid resume.
in other, depressing, news, i've been listening to dashboard lately. no good, and i am pretty much disgusted with the person i have become through this whole thing.
despite my claims, i am still working my second job at express. i was gonna quit, but now i've decided i could really use the money so i'm just gonna take it one shift at a time.
they made a star trek: deep space nine reference in the family guy movie. i might have been the only one who got it. dweeb.
a special happy birthday shout out to adam b. party up in the miltown friday of epic proportions i'm sure. warning though: i'm in the mood to get W-A-S-T-E-D, but hopefully i will get it out sometime during the week so i can be more useful than a passed out vomit dispenser during the celebrations.
and lastly, i want. and i shall have. thank you ebay.
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| LIKE BUTTAH! |
[Nov. 19th, 2005|09:49 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  WOWWEEZOWWEE | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "hung up on you" | ] |
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