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I'm going to keep this account just for the purpose of reading and commenting on everyone's posts, since only two of you ever blog on MySpace. So, that's it. Have a good day, on whichever day you read this.
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[29 Mar 2006|06:54pm] |
I'm alive. And on a public computer at the library. I hope you're all doing well.
P.S. I'm going to be a chef. I'm 100% serious.
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[06 Jan 2006|01:11am] |
Hello. I'm going to delete this journal soon. I don't have any Internet access. When I do, I'll be on MySpace. Maybe. Take care.
[Happy New Year!]
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[21 May 2005|07:19am] |
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The Raveonettes are playing tonight. I'm not going. But that's okay, because I don't like them that much. And I'd be on my own anyway.
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[08 May 2005|01:42pm] |
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Anyone who knows me knows that I've been a big fan of Scarlett Johansson's for a long while. But she's been grating on me. Too pretentious. Too overexposed. And it occurred to me recently that I don't even think she's that great of an actress. So... goodbye, Scarlett.
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[06 May 2005|10:14pm] |
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You deserve every single thing you get. You don't seem to understand now what a cruel and sociopathic monster you are, but you will one day. Something will happen to make you understand. It will hit you HARD. Maybe it'll change you, maybe it won't. If it doesn't, then you can't be helped and should therefore be abandoned. I'll have nothing to do with it, because it's not my place and I don't need the guilt. But you can't avoid it. And when the time comes, I'll probably try to suppress the feelings of smugness and satisfaction that I know I'll have, but they will be there regardless. Good luck.
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[19 Apr 2005|03:02pm] |
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I was bitten on my hand by a spider on Sunday morning. At least, my mother thinks it was a spider. My thumb swelled to nearly twice its size. I couldn't move it very well yesterday, but it's better now. It still feels... thick, I guess. Like there's more skin there than normal. And I still can't really make out my knuckle by looking at it. I was thinking that I might have to go to a doctor but my mother said I just have to wait until the poison (?!) leaves my body. Wow, Mom, WHAT IF I'M ALLERGIC? I guess I would know already.
They announced the new pope a couple of hours ago. My mother and I watched the entire coverage. We're not even Catholics. Well, she is, but she's non-practicing. It was exciting, because it's such a huge event. Just waiting for the announcement and watching the curtains move slightly. Every time, there would be cheering from the thousands of people below. I don't know how they could tell. I tested my national flag recognition skills when the camera was on the crowd, because it seemed like every country in the would had sent representatives. The... guys (I guess they're cardinals) came out and read something in Latin, then the German cardinal who "won" came out shortly after. Hello new Pope!! My interest in this whole thing kept me from focusing on the fact that I oppose the Catholic Church. But I like historical events, so it was fun to watch. I was hoping they'd choose the black cardinal from Nigeria. That would shake things up.
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[30 Mar 2005|10:47pm] |
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I found my glasses in my purse last week. I'm going to complain to Virgin Megastore anyway. I left two messages to two different managers and got no response. I'm not offended by that at all. I just feel like making trouble, because if a customer is reporting a lost item in your fucking store, have the decency to respond. I found the glasses while I was visiting Diana and her family at their new house while she was down for spring break. Which brings me to...
( My Trip to the Exotic Locale of Lakeland, Florida OR The Life of a Petty Thief )
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[21 Mar 2005|11:52pm] |
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The following review is mostly for my memories and REBOB's entertainment. Most others will likely find the skipping from topic to topic very irritating:
I saw Interpol last night. For the third time. They were GREAT, of course. Q and Not U opened, and I'm not really a fan of theirs, but they were really good, too. I went by myself, because I do everything by myself lately. Usually something crazy happens whenever I go anywhere, but not this time. Back in February, some girl passed out drunk at the Kings of Convenience show. [Eirik was just like, "Uh... I think this girl needs help... should we call an ambulance?" and asked if she was okay - they had taken her outside - every ten minutes afterward. He never really got an answer.] No such drama last night, unfortunately. So, a few songs into their set, the singer for Q and Not U, who knows what his name is, started talking about 2004 and asked the audience what they hated the most about the year, or why it sucked, or some shit and of course people shouted, "BUSH!" And he goes, "Man, that's so great that you guys say that! That's the first time I've heard that name and smiled!" He mentioned something about a non-profit group and that there were pamphlets and information in the back, for free. But even though I'm vehemently anti-Bush myself, I kind of rolled my eyes at the whole thing. I'm over the bitching. It's obviously not enough for people in this country to be informed, regardless of their party affiliation. Anyway, a similar tirade started in my head after he said that, and kind of put a damper on things because I got myself into a crummy mood. But the set was soon over, and it would shortly be time for Interpol to play! At the last show of theirs I went to, in October 2003, there was over an hour-long period between the second opening band and the time Interpol came on. This time it was much shorter, thankfully. They came out, played, and that was it. They were wonderful but aren't really into audience interaction, so that's all there is to say. After the show, I called my mother and she told me that less than ten minutes after dropped me off, the car broke down and she had spent two hours waiting for AAA with some guy that was also stranded on the opposite side of the road. She said he was a talker, but real nice. [There's a lot more to the story, but I want to end this entry and go to sleep.] So I had to wait almost an hour out in the freezing rain, after spending nearly the same amount of time in Virgin Megastore, where I think I left my fucking GLASSES. I called today and left a message for the manager, hopefully he'll call back soon. If not, heads are gonna roll! [Goodnight.]
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