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2005 2 December :: 5.53pm
:: Mood: contemplative
:: Music: Gorillaz - O Green World
This is how I pour my heart out.
I can only stretch this weary heart so thin across this bread. It's caught between the urge to help and the desire to beat. The general concensus seems to be, "I must live." Must I?
Indifference was only a distant dream when my salt-water mask seemed permanent. It governed my fate so that I rebuilt my lego plans over and over in my future head, reworking and rewriting the systems until it all crashed and burned into ashes that can only be coaxed into slight unrest if I sell my soul to a smile.
If I stick this finger far enough into the back of my throat, i can regurgitate a tear or two for drama. These droplets of would-be sadness can fool for only so long, like dead butterflies fluttering before an electric fan. When they drop as lifeless as before, it is as if they were never there, but the active face before me is at ease now that the butterflies have taken flight.
I can only stretch this weary heart so soft against this butter. It's lost between the want to feel and the need to die. The general concensus seems to be, "I must feel." Must I?
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2005 28 November :: 9.21am
Lift our eyes, big surprise.
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2005 26 November :: 8.34pm
:: Mood: tired
:: Music: The Shins - Saint Simon
Mercy's eyes are blue.
I had my wisdom tooth pulled out and it's just now starting to settle in. EW! PAIN! *whines irrationally*
In other news! Missy Elliot is coming to perform next weekend. Everyone is totally excited, but since I'm not going to the concert, I'm going to have a picnic on the roof of the dorms, I can see the stage from there. It's not the same, but I'm sure it'll be quite the experience.
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2005 20 November :: 12.41pm
if only all music videos were this real
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2005 20 November :: 6.54pm
:: Music: The Beatles - Penny Lane
I'm just simple.
Music makes me happy.
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2005 19 November :: 7.25pm
:: Music: Radiohead - Bulletproof
I wish I was.
It rained this morning and I missed it. Figures. I usually do miss the things I love and only hear about how they were just there after they're long dried up in the sun.
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2005 17 November :: 11.42pm
JJJJJJJJJJJJJOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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2005 17 November :: 5.37pm
moveon.org is sponsoring this backlash against congress for the republicans' proposal of cutting social welfare programs, and what they want people to do is take a picture of themselves so that members of congress will see the actual people that their actions affect. i thought some of the pictures were inspiring and humorous, and it was just nice to see some "normal" people out there with families and the same concerns as the rest of us get involved. grassroots action always gets me. check it out
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2005 17 November :: 8.10pm
:: Music: Deftones - Breathless
About Bill Clinton...
As soon as I went into the auditorium, we took up almost an entire row (Parnika, Alia, Nido, Stacey, Khayra, Alma, myself) and settled down, only so that Stacey and Nido can point out a grave error on stage. Watch closely.
That's right. Only the "begining". Begining. Begining.
I couldn't take it. I stood up and yelled out for the head of the English depratment. "Dr. Nawn! Dr. Nawn! DR. NAWN! DR. NAWN!" The guy three rows in front of us turned around to look at me funny and I yelled, "Dude! Get Dr. Nawn to look over here!"
"Who's Dr. Nawn?!"
"The dude in the blue shirt!"
(Nido: "The professor in the blue shirt, not the dude.")
Dr. Nawn finally turns around and I wave my arms over my head shouting, "The begining! THE BEGINING! THE BEGINING!"
The predicament here: he's sitting in a position where the podium is obscuring his view of this particularly nasty banner. After some time of futile waving and gesturing I decide I have to make a run for it. My friends, all hugely embarassed by now, tried to stop me but there was no stopping Grammar-Natzi-(insert appropriate nickname) now. I rushed up to him and, still high-pitched and now in a panic as the time for Bill Clinton's arrival drew closer, I squeaked (you know I can squeak), "The begining! It says "Ten years of progress and only the begining!"
Dr. Nawn looks at the banner, turns red in the face, mutters, "Jesus," and runs at the coordinators. This guy is about 6'4", 300lbs, and he was running. I mean running.
The coordinator exchanges words with Nawn, there's some pointing in my direction, and finally, two guys get up on stage, close the curtains, and proceed to frantically cover up their stupid stupid mistake.
Genius, isn't it?
The only other highlight was during the Q&A portion when a freshmen stood up, declared that she had been denied an interview with the president of the university by his secretary, who had flatly stated that the president did not grant students interviews. She went on to explain that she had been trying to interview the president because her UNIV professor had asked the class to interview an idol. So what did ex-president Clinton think of that?
There was a lot of cheering.
And the rest isn't really all that interesting.
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2005 17 November :: 1.24am
tori amos - real men
take your mind back
i don't know when
sometime when it always seemed to be just us and them
girls that wore pink
boys that wore blue
boys that always grew up better men
than me and you
what's a man now?
what's a man mean?
is he rough or is he rugged?
cultural and clean?
now it's all changed
it's got to change more
we think it's getting better
but nobody's really sure
and so it goes, go round again
but now and then we wonder who the real men are
i see the nice boys
dancing in pairs
golden earring, golden tan
blow-wave in the hair
sure they're all straight, straight as a line
all the guys are macho
see their leather shine
you don't want to sound dumb
don't want to offend
but don't call me a faggot
not unless you are a friend
then if you're tall
handsome and strong
you can wear the uniform and i could play along
and so it goes, go round again
but now and then we wonder who the real men are
a time to get scared
time to change plan
don't know how to treat a lady
don't know how to be a man
time to admit
what you call defeat
'cause there's women running past you now
and you just drag your feet
man makes a gun
man goes to war
man can kill and man can drink
and man can take a whore
kill all the blacks
kill all the reds
if there's war between the sexes
then there'll be no people left
and so it goes, go round again
but now and then we wonder who the real men are
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2005 16 November :: 8.57pm
who protects you from your protector?
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2005 16 November :: 12.39am
:: Mood: random
:: Music: Primus - Mrs. Blaileen
This song is just sexy...
I finally watched "But I'm a Cheerleader" today. FUNNY! All I could think of the entire time I was watching it was, "Who thought it was a bright idea to stick a bunch of gay people into one house and separate them into rooms with people of the same sex?"
Next on my list of "to-watch" is "Better Than Chocolate", "Perfect Blue" and "Irreversible".
Oh! Before I forget! Bill Clinton is coming to lecture at the university tomorrow at noon. He's here to celebrate AUD's tenth birthday and will be speaking in the auditorium. It's pretty cool, so I'm gonna go because it means I don't have to go to my 10 and 12 classes. Awesome.
If Man is Five, then the Devil is Six and if the Devil is Six then God is Seven.
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2005 14 November :: 9.57pm
:: Mood: lost
:: Music: Depeche Mode - Into a Darkened Room
You know what I want out of life?
To be able to tell someone, ten years from now, that comes up to me and says, "Weren't you the one who-?" And I would say, "Sorry, that was my twin sister. I'm a different person."
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2005 13 November :: 11.20pm
"djheu3erjbre? dekjhrhewgew. ekjrhwhgre."
"dkjhfehgrwe. fdjkfge. jdjhdje jee jbekjekkjw ertutiknf sknfofjbf ejbewj wqrejbe."
"hekewu?"
"ekjrhb, ekjr he wgrew peubrnej ft."
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2005 14 November :: 12.44am
:: Music: Pink Floyd - Another Brick in the Wall (2!)
Random confession...
sometimes I feel like I'm the star of my own Truman Show. I feel like I'm always being watched by people as a form of entertainment.
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2005 12 November :: 4.40pm
:: Music: Radiohead - Just
I love this album.
In one universe, there is one cluster containing a galaxy called the Milkyway. In this galaxy, one solar system contains a planet called Earth. On this planet, there exists a continent called Asia which includes a region known as the Arabian Gulf. In this region is a country known as the United Arab Emirates. One of these emirates is called Dubai, and in it is the American University in Dubai. On the campus of this university is a six-story dorm building for females. On the fifth floor is room 1501, and inside this room, sits a girl writing this for you to read.
And if you don't get the whole point of this post, it's just a little too big for you.
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2005 11 November :: 12.50am
:: Music: U2 - Beautiful Day
This world is a beautiful place, full of beautiful people making beautiful things to smell, see, touch, taste and hear. I will argue with you from here to the end of time that for every bad thought you give me, I can give you three happy ones. This world cannot be improved. This world is perfect already. All we need to learn is how to use it properly, in the way that it deserves to be used. This world is more beautiful than anything I can imagine. I wish I could give the world rosy glasses so that when they wake up every morning, they could realize all this on their own and I wouldn't have to tell them how much this world loves them.
And nothing can change my mind.
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2005 8 November :: 8.51pm
"lenox avenue mural" by langston hughes
what happens to a dream deferred?
does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
or fester like a sore --
and then run?
does it stink like rotten meat?
or crust and sugar over --
like a syrupy sweet?
maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
or does it explode?
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