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spud	:: 2007 12 November :: 6.32pm some things never change. home sweet home. baltimore was fun, as always. concerts make me want to perform, as always. and german club is showing lord of the rings in half an hour. which means i'll be skipping my homework, as always. 1 comment? \| comment

angel_bob

:: 2007 9 November :: 5.12pm

We are getting another cat. This girl in my science class has a dairy farm, or her parents do, and they have this indoor cat wandering around getting into trouble. It fell in a bucket of milk already.

He is fixed but still has claws (so does The Baron so it's okay). He will be joining our household on Monday so I am thinking of names.

I want him to have a title like our Baron von Richthofen so I've been going through the presidents.

None of these names can be stolen or your soul is mine etc etc.:
Mewtherford B Hayes (I woke up with this name in my head. I don't know why. It's my favorite by far.)

Mewman Capote or Truman Clawpote or Trumew Capote (He is black and white so it'd fit with Truman Capote's Black and White Ball.)

Mewlysses S Grant (Hannah says I cannot name our cat after this drunk, useless president but the name is too awesome. I promised not to do it unless the cat has a swagger. And even then, only barely. She says Mewtherford B Hayes is better since he fixed all of Mewlysses' mistakes.)

Charles G Paws (While not a president, Charles G Dawes is Hannah's favorite Vice-President so he still has a title. Also, Dawes died in the city I was born in so it's like we're connected already. Also, he looks like Houdini. Seriously. So that makes him ten times awesome.)

Jean-Luc Pawcard (Title: Captain, of course.)

Meowssolini (Title: Dictator)

William Henry Harrison (My favorite president. I think his name can stay as it is.)

Walter Clawncrite (Title: Mr. Awesome)

These I don't have titles for, they're just cat names I have lying around:

Atticus Finch

Rufus

Billy Pilgrim (Billy Pawgrim?)

I'm really leaning toward Mewtherford B Hayes. Nick probably won't like it but he doesn't like The Baron's name either.

I love you all.

P.S. Urgent message from The Baron: "3
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angel_bob

:: 2007 8 November :: 9.59am

I'm wishing my life was a Jane Austen novel again. That would be great.

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spud

:: 2007 8 November :: 12.33am
:: Music: the voices (they're everywhere)

going to maryland. leaving tomorrow. should be fun.

jessica is super-cool. and awesome. and having to tolerate me. which sucks. and so is everyone else, but they're just not faring as well in their tolerance as she is. which is unfortunate, although not entirely unexpected.

i'm fucking tired. and i haven't done shit this week.

oh well. maybe at the end of this tunnel i'll find myself. or at least someone else who can find me for me.

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angel_bob

:: 2007 7 November :: 4.46pm

The soup turned out okay, I guess. It didn't really taste like anything at all. Well, no. It tasted like a bunch of things but none of them were particularily good or delicious.

It was a decent first try. Especially since I had no idea what I was doing. At all. And I just threw things together.

I think my dad misses me a lot. He said that there are cooking lessons at D&W we can do together and we can go to one of those places where you make a week's worth of meals. His excuse was that Nick mentioned I don't cook but I really know that he misses me a bunch.

In other news, GHIII is awesome. Nick and I did career co-op and it was a bunch of fun.

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angel_bob

:: 2007 6 November :: 6.25pm

I am experimentally cooking soup with beans. This experimental cooking did not go well last time but we will see.

And you shall know the result.

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spud

:: 2007 6 November :: 4.07pm
:: Mood: disoriented

cardiopulmonary recussitation

"Loneliness is a power that we possess to give or take away forever.
All I know can be shown by your acceptance of the facts; they're shown before you.
Take what I say in a different way and it's easy to say that this is all confusion.
As I see a new day in me, I can also show if you - and you may - follow.

Speak to me of summer, long winters - longer than time can remember,
The setting up of other roads, to travel on in old, accustomed ways.
I still remember the talks by the water; the proud sons and daughters
That knew the knowledge of the land spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways."

and stuff and things.

all in all, though, feeling good. just very lost. and my concept of time is completely out the window.

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angel_bob

:: 2007 3 November :: 8.45pm

NaNoWriMo is sucking so far. I haven't written a thing. It's my fault too but it still sucks.

I am lame teh end.

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spud

:: 2007 3 November :: 4.23am
:: Music: kevin and jessica

i think i'm a good person.

it's amazing how i can be so alone, and yet so complexly together with so many people.

i wrote this earlier. i had an idea about reincarnation, which seemed poetic at the time:

My soul is an old man swimming.
Am I his final foray into the waters?
Or does he have life left in him yet?
At times he is very adept,
So well used to his aquatic occupation.
At other times he is old and tired,
Barely floundering on the surface.
Despite his age he has a spryness about him.
But is that enough to carry us through?

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all questions, no answers. oh - how the mighty fall.

it's so disjointed. primarily due to how i have fallen. or at least that is how i feel at this particular epoch. different times will give rise to different emotions.

fucking A.

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angel_bob

:: 2007 1 November :: 2.37pm

I got pulled over because Nick's tags are expired and then I didn't have my license.

The guy was nice and let me go.

P.S. My speech went well.

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spud

:: 2007 1 November :: 3.10am

as much as i feel like a lot just happened, i also feel like nothing's going to change. which is both good and bad.

and i just never know what the fuck i'm supposed to do with it all. it's like god's cruel joke.

puts all the fucking pieces in my hand, and just expects me to figure it out. the only flaw being that sometimes i have extra parts that i made myself, and sometimes i'm missing a few parts that slid under the couch. but i can't just give up on the puzzle because the parts sometimes come alive and bash me upside the head, until i put them together. and then the next shipment arrives, the moment i torque down the last bolt.

it's bullshit, i'm telling you.

and also, i have to remember that, while social relationships are like atomic bonds, once the bond is separated, sometimes they take an electron with. and sometimes they give you one. and sometimes you just trade a few. i think it works. too bad nobody else understands it.

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spud

:: 2007 31 October :: 2.17am

i carved a pumpkin tonight. it turned out well.

i also baked the seeds, which also turned out well, considering i forgot them in the oven for over half an hour.

and i got a sharpie tattoo of a skeleton from lindsay. nice work, linz. looks badass. oven mitt and all.

now time to sleep, so i can sort of act normal tomorrow-ish. although i don't have any plans for the evening. i may wind up studying, or something ridiculous like that. but c'mon, it's fucking halloween. i can do better than that. what'd i do last year? i don't remember. and the year before that i hung out with gunnie.

i always wind up being pretty boring on halloween. like the time i read harry potter while i was giving out candy. i enjoyed it, but it was very solitary and slow. which i guess i need sometimes.

i really want to play again. it's seriously beginning to hurt me inside. i just want it. so fucking bad. maybe this thing with robby is an answer.

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spud	:: 2007 30 October :: 5.41am :: Mood: tired :: Music: Cake Paper Wood pulp; sometimes I despise you. Now how the hell do I finish it? Dammit. Maybe after a couple hours of sleep this will fix itself. comment

angel_bob

:: 2007 29 October :: 10.27pm

No offense but how can you not believe in things that exist?

Saying you don't believe in love or monogamy or marriage is ridiculous. It's like saying you don't believe in the sun. Sorry but it's there and it's real. Maybe you don't believe in the sun because you've lived in Seattle all your life and never seen it or you had a bad experience and got a sunburn but the sun is still there. It still exists.

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angel_bob

:: 2007 29 October :: 9.47am

I also have a test today I totally forgot about. Yay.

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