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2007 14 May :: 12.04pm
:: Music: Blur - Girls and Boys
Did I mention I got a puppy? His name is Jedi and today he is 35 days old. I don't know what breed he is, I bought him from a street vendor that didn't speak English. There were three puppies and a mother in a cage the size of a backpack, and this puppy became mine. Next week we're taking him to get his vaccinations and his first medical cleaning. He might have some tick/flea problems, but he is healthy looking and happy looking and that's all that matters to me.
Edit: Oh yeah, and I started writing again.
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2007 11 May :: 12.43pm
My dad also went into the hospital Sunday. HE called me on Wednesday and told me.
Thanks for keeping me updated, Mom.
Next week is our last week of classes and then we have exams then a week of nothing before HOME SWEET HOME.
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2007 9 May :: 8.55pm
So there was this woman and she was on an airplane, and she was flying to meet her fiance seaming high above the largest ocean on planet earth. She was seated next to this man she had tried to start conversations, but the only thing she had really heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary. She was sitting there and she was reading this really arduous magazine article about a third world country that she couldn't even pronounce the name of. And she was feeling very bored and despondent. And then suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out, and they started just falling thirty-thousand feet, and the pilots on the microphone and he's saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my god... I'm sorry" and apologizing. And she looks at the man and says "Where are we going?" and he looks at her and he says "We're going to a party. It's a birthday party. It's your birthday party. Happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much." And then he starts humming this little tune, it kind of goes like this: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
We must talk in every telephone
Get eaten off the web
We must rip out all the epilogues in the books that we have read
And in the face of every criminal
Strapped firmly to a chair
We must stare, we must stare, we must stare
We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream
We must sing, we must sing, we must sing
It'll go like this:
While my mother waters plants
My father loads his guns
He says death will give us back to God
Just like this setting sun is returned to this lonesome ocean
And then they splashed into the deep blue sea
It was a wonderful splash
We must blend into the choir
Sing as static with the whole
We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
And in this endless race for property and privilege to be won
We must run, we must run, we must run
We must hang up in the belfry
Where the bats and moonlight laugh
We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
And in the caverns of tomorrow
With just our flashlights and our love
We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge
And then we'll get down there, way down to the very bottom of everything
And then we'll see it, oh we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it
Oh my morning's coming back
The whole world's waking up
All the city buses swimming past
I'm happy just because
I found out I am really no one
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2007 9 May :: 8.01pm
:: Mood: bored
New myspace.
clicky here to add me!
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2007 8 May :: 8.12pm
:: Mood: blah
I never update here anymore, cause no one ever reads this. I feel that honestly when I update I'm updating for myself because people BARELY comment or read. I'm a pretty busy person but basically I try and get on once a week to comment on all the recent entries. I don't know, I kinda just feel that updating this is pointless.
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2007 6 May :: 8.17am
Well, I finally figured out a realistic future for myself that I would enjoy.
Go to college, major in Japanese, go teach English in Japan for the rest of my life.
If I decided to come back to America, I could easily come teach Japanese =)
If nothing else I'd be a lot happier in a country of 130mil where only 1.4mil are christians.
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2007 3 May :: 8.41pm
If you wonder why I always post song lyrics, it's because I lack the poetic ability to describe my own feelings properly.
i spent a week drinking the sunlight of winnetka, california
where they understand the weight of human hearts
you see sorrow gets too heavy and joy it tends to hold you
with the fear that it eventually departs.
and the truth is i've been dreaming of some tired, tranquil place
where the weather won't get trapped inside my bones
and if all the years of searching find one sympathetic face
then its there i will plant these seeds and make my home
i spent a day dreaming of dying in mesa, arizona
where all the green of life had turned to ash
and i felt i was on fire, with the things i could have told you
i just assumed that you eventually would ask
and i wouldn't have to bring up my so badly broken heart
and all those months i just wanted to sleep
and though spring, it did come slowly, i guess it did its part
my heart has thawed and continues to beat
i visited my brother on the outskirts of olympia
where the forest and the water become one
and we talked about our childhood, like a dream we were convinced of, that
perfect peaceful street where we came from
and i know he heard me strumming all those sad and simple chords
as i sat inside my room so long ago
and it hurts that he's still shaking from those secrets that were told by a
car closed up too tight and a heart turned cold
and i went to san diego
the birthplace of the summer
and watched the ocean dance under the moon
and there was a girl i knew there, one more potential lover
i guess that something's got to happen soon
because i know i can't keep living in this dead or dying dream
and as i walked along the beach and drank with her
i thought about my true love, the one i really need
with eyes that burn so bright, they make me pure
they make me pure
they make me pure
i long to be with you
they make me pure
they make me pure
i long to be with you
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2007 25 April :: 12.25pm
39 days, bitches!
I am so excited to come home!
So at the u here there are four or five levels of classes. At the beginning of the year, we took a placement test to get into a level. Most of us got in level 3 but two of us were placed in level 2. Anyway, the only test we have is at the end of the year. In France, doing well on the exam means getting 50 percent but at home, that transfers back as a D. On everything. So last year's group made a stink and this year, one of our professors here expressed concern for our sucess on the exam. She signed us up for level 2's exam so we could actually pass. I still have to take level 3 but they take the best grade you get anyway in the end.
So I am not worried.
Just waiting to come home.
I love you all.
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2007 22 April :: 8.45pm
:: Music: The cure - Wrong Number
I had the best laid plans this side of America...
From now on, please think of me as the girl who broke away.
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2007 18 April :: 12.04pm
I am done with fucking France. I hate it here. I am ready to come home.
Oh and our wandering across Europe had us go to Budapest, Prague and Brussels. It was fun. And the weather is really nice.
But i just want to come home.
Oh and Kurt Vonnegut's death upset me. It made me think about Katti and Oliver and I just heard him on the radio before I left...
Then this school shooting. The world is falling apart while I am gone.
And why isn't anyone awake and on msn at 6 in the morning?
I want to come home.
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2007 17 April :: 9.31pm
I'm Jen's Bitch.
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2007 17 April :: 5.58pm
:: Mood: stagnant
:: Music: The Killers - When You Were Young
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Is this what it feels like to be stuck? Like birds who have their wings clipped? Cats with cones so they can't scratch their own ears. Little girls with henna in their clenched fists, wrapped in a cloth, who can't touch or hold anything. Amputees. A paralyzed man who can't get his legs to move no matter how hard he tries. Infertile couples who can't have a baby no matter how hard they try.
This is what it must feel like to have all the money in the world and be stuck on a desert island. To have an electric coffee maker and no where to plug it. To paint a masterpiece in your head and not have any paper to put it down on. This is what mute singers must feel like.
I'm a photographer without a camera. A camera without film. Or film without a camera. A roll of film that will never ever be developed.
A developed roll of film that will never see an enlarger or be seen in a photograph.
Yes, I think that was it. A developed roll of film that will never be seen in a photograph.
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2007 12 April :: 7.42pm
Take me out tonight
Where theres music and theres people
And theyre young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I havent got one
Anymore
Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people and i
Want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh, please dont drop me home
Because its not my home, its their
Home, and Im welcome no more
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine
Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I dont care
I dont care, I dont care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought oh god, my chance has come at last
(but then a strange fear gripped me and i
Just couldnt ask)
Take me out tonight
Oh, take me anywhere, I dont care
I dont care, I dont care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I havent got one, da ...
Oh, I havent got one
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine
Oh, there is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
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2007 11 April :: 9.27pm
You are so self-centered, the entire fucking world revolves around you.
I mean, I love you, but you need to get the fuck over yourself.
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2007 11 April :: 7.53pm
"The City Has Sex"
the city has sex with itself i suppose
as the concrete collides, the scenery grows
and the lonely once bandaged lay fully exposed
having undressed their wounds for each other
and there is a boy in a basement with a four track machine
he's been strumming and screaming all night, down there
the tape hiss will cover the words that he sings
but then they say it's better to bury your sadness
in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to awake from its sleep
and burst into green
and i've cried and you would think i would be better for it
but the sadness just sleeps and it stays in your spine
for the rest of my life
and i've learned and you'd think i'd be something more now,
but it just goes to show it is not what you know
its what you were thinking at the time.
this feeling's familiar, i've been here before
in a kitchen this quiet i waited for a sign or just something
that might reassure me of anything close to meaning or motion
(with a reason to move)
i need something i want to be close to
and i scream, but i still don't know why i do it
because the sound never stays it just swells and decays
so what is the point?
why try to fight what is now so certain?
the truth is all that i am is a passing event that will be forgotten.
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