Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness [12 Oct 2008|05:21pm] rampantwhistler [ mood | full ] [ music | Ben Folds coming from the living room ] Yesterday was a good day, and much needed. Despite the fact that I ate my weight in apples and apple-related desserts and now look and feel like a jar of Crisco, it was a perfect autumn day spent out at the orchard in the unseasonably warm afternoon, followed by a baking party with my favorite girls. Here are some of the many photos (click on the thumbnails for the big-uns): ( Fruit is fun! ) ETA: I don't like that my mood kitty is making a happy face for "full." I don't like the feeling of being this full. :( ETA II: Thank you all for putting up with me this past week. It was just a huge downer of a few days, and I needed to vent. I do very much appreciate the thoughts and good wishes that you all pass along, even if I don't always feel in the mood to respond. Things are still on the rocky side, but hopefully I'll be able to cool down soon and get back to a better place. Thanks again. :) Comments: 1 opera - he composed.

[12 Oct 2008|02:24pm] lisamischa I bought a Wii Fit...and it's passive-aggressive. I missed a day of working out due to being out of town yesterday, but I did a lot of walking yesterday, so I decided missing my daily Wii Fit workout wouldn't be a crime. I get on the Wii Fit today and it says "Too busy to exercise yesterday, eh, Lisa?" Oh fuck you! It's really mean actually. I know it's just a machine, but it chides you over the littlest things. No shit I have poor balance, I have fibromyalgia you twat! Sometimes I want to pick it up and throw it across the room. I think one of the problems is that the TV is in a carpeted room and maybe the Wii Fit board isn't as steady as it should be. Anyway, every day I do 30 minutes of balance games, strength training, a little cardio, and yoga. I don't really think I'm burning calories, but it's to get stronger and tone my muscles as I lose weight. I lost 6 lbs and the Wii Fit said I had gained 3...I think it wants me to fail, honestly. I just try to ignore it and focus on doing the exercises. Yesterday my mom and I went to UC Berkeley to visit my sister. We had lunch at this sandwich/soup/salad place (I forget the name). I got a "veggie delight" salad, which turned out to be like, 10 meals in one. I have never seen such a big salad. After that, we said goodbye to her and went to Oakland to visit Mountain View Cemetery, which is really gorgeous and very big, and there are some very interesting people buried there. I would like to go back and take more photographs. Then we walked down Piedmont Avenue and checked out some of the shops before heading home. There are some more exciting things going on, but I'll save them for later. I am just kind of irritable today because I don't quite know what to do with my free time. I thought about carving some pumpkins, but they will probably go bad by the time Halloween rolls around, so I guess I'll have to wait. Raley's is selling some of the monster cereals - Count Chocula, Boo Berry, and Frankenberry, so I was thinking of making Rice Krispies-like treats out of them, but I don't want to be tempted to eat them, so I probably won't. I'm glad the weather is colder, but that means my nose and hands are always icy cold. Brr. Comments: 2 operas - he composed.

sarah loves herself some animals [12 Oct 2008|01:43pm] arisha In fifteen days I am going to The Toronto Zoo and YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I AM!!!! I am looking at the map and dang. IT IS THE THIRD LARGEST ZOO IN THE WORLD YOU GUYS!!! No dinosaurs, though. :( Hopefully this is a flaw I will be able to look past, hahahahaha. xD Comments: he composed.

Waramaug Lake. August 2008. [12 Oct 2008|03:39pm] eileen_stellar [ mood | okay ] ( 4 изображения ) Comments: 4 operas - he composed.

1189. Leaving. [12 Oct 2008|02:57pm] frodissimo I guess I'm going away for a while. I guess this college also differs from much of the rest of the world because you can say, "I can't take this anymore" and get up and leave with relatively few consequences. I won't say that I'm doing this so I can "find myself," or "put things into perspective." But that's just that. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't stand being sick and being in school at the same time, sitting in class and feeling the nausea seep into everything, being afraid of everything and afraid to be alone and only really being myself when I was around R. and even then not really being myself. I need to get better and learn to stand on my own two feet. Also, I really just need a break while I still can get one. Otherwise my mind wouldn't keep turning to this summer and Russia and how happy it had made me. Not that I'm sure how regressing to the life I led as a teenager in Chicago will help me better stand life's batterings; all I know is that I can't stay here. I want to go for a walk, dammit. And it's a bit annoying that I have to pack up again. But it'll all be ok now. Comments: he composed.

[12 Oct 2008|09:06pm] soavezefiretto No sunday without its doubt and uneasiness. Should I be doing something else, where can I find more passion. Nothing in the fridge, either, and the usual mysterious kitchen-smell coming from the sink. I kill it with ammonia, now it smells as if I care.   Watching "Once" doesn't help. Sentimentality, and talent and drive and all those complicated things that we're supposed to go looking for. Yes, well. The clothes are not dry yet, so I take them off the line in the bathroom just to hang half of them over chairs in the - writing room? studio? office? The room where the desk is, and the red hat I'll wear to the airport to pick up D.    Meanwhile S., my man of action, went to watch the military parade. There's a great deal of pride left over from the days when he served. He didn't choose the easiest way out, oh no, he served his country, ate the bad food, stood straight, slept four hours a night on shitty beds and bellowed the stupid songs with gusto. He still sings them to me, sometimes, and tells tall tales of generals and honor honor honor. There's another one of those peculiar smurfland concepts. Comic-book honor, where blood is red ink and death is beautiful.   He's out there then, tearing up watching the lads marching by. I eat one of the last apples and chew on my dissatisfaction. iTunes hates my guts, and I hate it right back. There's no frozen pizza at the chinese supermarket, and no ramen noodles either, what is the world coming to. Men stare at my breasts because I forgot to put on a bra. I walk along, happy about the dogshit on the street and the groups of loitering punks sharing their liter-beer with nigerians so tall they give me vertigo and oldsters pursuing an intense love affair with their radio transistors. Surely they all served their country too.    It's warm again outside. At the end of the pasta we fall on the sofa, at the end of the sofa we fall on the rug, and at the end of the rug, his mom calls, who passes the phone to his dad. Black clouds ensue. I flee home to receive my own maternal phone-call, when will I call my brother, he's so lonely. Aren't we all.  On to sweet cheap cookies and sweet cheap synthetic coffee and sweet cheap emotions out of a book. I feel the menace of five-day-old emails, but I won't give in.   Comments: 4 operas - he composed.

sorry guys, this entry's kinda dumb. [11 Oct 2008|11:15pm] arisha [ music | "Future World" (Every Little Thing) stuck in my head xD; ] My dad and I went to a Rick Steves talk/book signing this evening, and overall it was pretty interesting (he's not as much of a dork in real life, haha), but there's one thing that has me a bit baffled. He expressed regret over the idea that five languages go extinct every year; but later he admitted he only speaks English. I guess I just feel that he can't be too upset about disappearing languages if he can't even be bothered to learn something as mainstream as French, especially when his job has him going to Europe for four months out of every year. :P ahaha yes my month-long obsession with the Trojan War seems to be over, and now I am back (after too long an absence) to being crazy about languages. I spent three and a half hours yesterday doing kanji practice just for funsies, haha, so yeah, you know I've got it bad. xD; Comments: he composed.

[11 Oct 2008|07:42pm] lisamischa Today... ...I left flowers for Elizabeth Short, "The Black Dahlia," at Mountain View Cemetery in Oakland. It is really beautiful up there, very peaceful. I need to go back. Comments: he composed.

Latrante stomacho, omnis mora bilem movet. [11 Oct 2008|09:20pm] mons_parturiens [ mood | satisfied ] [Wilhelm Binder, Novus Thesaurus Adagiorum Latinorum, 1634] Especially because I was waiting for my precious. Dude. I was so hungry. Even my own thoughts were driving me mad. O_o P.S.: The latin phrase on the subject means: "When the stomach growls, any delay whatsoever produces bile." or "When the stomach growls, any delay whatsoever provokes indignation (or irascibility)." Comments: he composed.

Little Devils Stationary Set and more [11 Oct 2008|03:17pm] kerrykate Little Devils stationary set made by Deco Darling! also more of her Medusa brooches and more! Etsy Buy Handmade HarpySisters Comments: he composed.

a smurf among smurfs in smurfland [11 Oct 2008|10:40pm] soavezefiretto A saturday.   Wake up. Is it dark outside because it's early still, or is it a dark day? One of those days that tempts to stay them out in bed, with much milk and coffee and sweet breads. Impossible now, anyway, living beside a person of action, a person who, without fail, gets up and out of bed after waking up, even when there is no need to and no responsibilities to be met.   So it is, a dark day: 10:20. There follows some of this and some of that, and then a rencontre, as Thomas Mann would say. To be frank, it is more out of a sense of duty, my feelings of guilt have been increasing over the week: "It has been three days - five days - six days - six days and a half." Well. We will not speak about that. It is obscene not to desire, everyone knows that.   The day clears. Business of weekend breakfast: large orange juices, espressos, nescafés, paté and ham, sugar, spoons, milk, butter, and someone must go to buy bread and the newspaper. I turn on the radio to keep me company, and hear that a politician that I believe to be intrinsically bad is dead, killed in a car accident while Europe was asleep. Excitement, and no guilt at all, although I feign it with words.   Contentment then with food and drink and looking at words in my computer: news of countries, news of persons. Weak sun shining through the open window, enough to warm my back. But this can't last. I conceive of going home (the problem of which place is home, why I want to say "mine" and "yours" will not be addressed here) to see what's missing, make up a list accordingly, go shopping. The trek down the stairs will be taken advantage of to perform some necessary repairs to the beautiful vintage bicycle I am borrowing from this person of action I am sharing my life with. Unfailingly, tears ensue: because I do not know how to repair a brake and do not want to learn, and a multitude of other reasons, going back to my mother and his father and maybe some girl who was unfair in school.    The tears are washed down with a beer (for me) and a cut espresso (for him) at the corner bar. We talk talk talk. I see you, you must see me, well I do, but, yes but, always a but. All is well in the end. I walk away, towards that doubtful home, feeling like I always do: that he does not know who I am and loves be because of it. He is mistaken, he lives in a beautiful perfect world that does not exist, a smurf among smurfs in smurfland, where everyone is intrinsically good and smart and does things for the right reasons, therefore making it much easier morally to exterminate whoever does not conform to these norms.   The afternoon and evening winds down to two things: reading "The Delighted States" and sleeping. Two hours happy warm sleep, why to I need it after a good night's sleep? To dissipate the spiderwebs of tears and doubt, possibly. Or was it the beer. Or am I depressed, but I am sure depressed people don't sleep so happily, wake up so refreshed, and plunge back with delight into their books, even forsaking the movie they rented yesterday, a movie they had wanted to see for so long.   Stairs stairs stairs, every day, so many of them, always the same. Whenever I climb then, I can think of nothing else, I think of how all my life lately consists of stairs, and my whole being is reduced to the single ardent wish for an elevator. As soon as I am there I immediately forget all of this, since there are his shoes to notice, and how hot it is, as expected, and my thoughts turn to the beverage I should choose, weighty questions. Comments: 7 operas - he composed.

crypt tea for halloween [11 Oct 2008|02:49pm] tropigalia [ mood | bouncy ] [ music | OSCA! ] OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD YOU GUYS MY MOM FOUND MY SLEEPING BEAUTY JUMPERSKIRT! It was in the basement! Apparently it was never even taken to the cleaners. There is some sort of rust stain or something on it and it smells like mildew so my mom DID take it to the cleaners yesterday. I had a hard time letting go of it after just having gotten it back but now it'll be nice and clean and ironed and IN MY CLOSET AGAIN! I looked through so many boxes to find it! I can't believe it was in one I missed. It's unbelievable. I was so elated, I danced around in it like the first day I got it. Now I can be triple twins with you, archfaith ! Besides having to drop my computer class because of dumb software issues, I am kicking school's ass. I really like my music fundamentals class! We get to use clickers and do interval game shows! So last Saturday we had a meetup in the Northern Liberties, having tea at the wonderful Random Tea Room and then walking around boutiques, like Delicious Corsets (holy shit their corsets and burlesque stuff and like slutty 50s cowgirl dresses. Amazing) and a candy shop and Brown Betty Dessert Boutique. Then the lolitas crashed my date, though I don't think any boy in his right mind would hate having a bunch of cute, intelligent, oddly dressed girls to stare at at dinner. The Random Tea Room's chai was incredible. Lots of ginger, which I am not used to. I also tried Pu Erh, and Miko accurately described it as both tasting "like a crypt", or maybe even more applicably, "like a basement". I bought some for my mom and there was a certain type that I was advised I would have to wash the sediment off of it, and that was weird to me. Sedimentea. ( crypt tea, candy, and koi ) Last night, Miko, Martha, Millie and I went to the Fright Factory haunted house in center city. It was kind of empty for opening night and a weekend in October, but I guess people are scared enough by the economy that they don't have to go to a haunted house. HO HO HO I am hilarious I could be a 2 AM news anchor. The actors were actually all really good and serious business with amazing makeup. The dude at the entrance to the 'asylum' part had some awesome milky-eye contacts and a top hat. Hot! The first segment was "Horror High School", and either we're all huge wusses (definitely could be the case), or darkness, sudden strobe lights, and people jumping out at you is legitimately scary. I am really annoying so after screaming my lungs out I always try to recover by bantering with the actors and being like, "GIRL I LIKE YOUR BLOODY CHEERLEADER UNIFORM CAN I GET YO NUMBAH". Don't go to a haunted house with me. We were all holding each the other the whole time. At one point we were in the meat locker thing and so there were tons of plastic curtain strips obscuring our view and this dude on fucking stilts jumped out at us. It was actually a lot scarier than any other haunted house I've ever been to. Millie told us about a 13 Floors haunted house that is so scary that if you made it to the top you'd get your money back, but apparently that is an urban legend. Q102 was apparently perpetuating the hoax with a Philadelphia-area specific haunted house a few years ago. The only haunted house in Philly that did have a '13 Floors' attraction was sold this year. :/ I still want to try other haunted houses though! I watched "Suspiria" and I actually thought it was kind of dumb and boring. The best thing Dario Argento ever made was Asia Argento am i  rite Happy birthday to greatesthit , you handsome, sweet, British cutieface! Comments: 25 operas - he composed.

For those who havent seen this: [11 Oct 2008|02:45pm] pint_of_boyd [ mood | okay ] Lulz. 80's. See more funny videos and TBT Videos at Today's Big Thing. Comments: 1 opera - he composed.

Four days in Denver: Behind the scenes at the 2008 Democratic National Convention; [11 Oct 2008|01:42am] likerain [ mood | so much for keeping politics ] [ music | -out of my journal. ] ♥.

Please read, watch & repost; [11 Oct 2008|12:47am] likerain When you promote a grotesque program like Governor Sarah Palin's Alaska wolf slaughter, you can expect gruesome results. A startling example: In June, after gunning down 14 adult wolves from a helicopter, officials from Governor Palin's Department of Fish and Game rounded up 14 orphaned wolf pups and methodically shot each one in the head in clear violation of a state law. State law prohibits the targeting of pups -- a practice known as denning. Maybe that’s why Palin's officials tried to cover it up, making no mention of the brutal pup executions in the state’s June 30th press release on the killings. To date, none of the officials involved in the incident has been held accountable. Governor Palin could be just a heartbeat from the presidency. Do we want a vice president who champions savagery towards animals? www.defendersactionfund.org Comments: 6 operas - he composed.

whytokay's tweets [11 Oct 2008|12:04am] whytokay 00:15 I'm alive he wasn't that bad! # 00:15 Oh the movie was alright too lol # 07:05 unintentionally pulling an all-nighter. again. simply can't sleep! laid in bed TRYING for 2 hours. ugh # 18:27 Going to jessicas volley ball game meh. Haunted house later! # 19:00 Hittin up buffalo wild wings before the game # 21:37 Haunted house time omg # 23:25 Haunted house was AMAZING. Too short ... Guitar heroing at jessicas now! # Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter Comments: he composed.

Yea miracle [10 Oct 2008|09:03pm] ashes_to_roses [ mood | ecstatic ] Re-pierced my original piercings! These have been "closed up" since late elementary school! Since getting my upper lobe and cartilage pierced, I've been picking at the classic lobe holes for want of getting them reopened without having to pay money to do so. After noticing my lobes were particularly soft after a shower, I decided to see how far the skinniest studs would go in. Success! I can finally wear the dangly cherub earrings my late godmother gave me. This birthday, it's earring shopping time ^_^. I want some gaudy ones. So, something EXCELLENT and PRODUCTIVE came out of this week. Comments: he composed.

octobruary update [10 Oct 2008|05:15pm] shikkokukori [ mood | complacent ] at its. drinking lemon tea vitamin water. sitting here with my backpack of newly purchased frozen items and 3 cans of stolen chef boyardee. just clocked out from work. heh. i mean.. it's not like i'm trying to steal company time.. but it's not like the government is going to care. huh..? today, i donated blood for the last time before my 21st birthday. the next date i can donate is december 5th. they had to test for blood iron twice again. so my ring and middle fingers of my left hand are band-aidedededededed. never have i ever had any issues with the needle-poking-under-the-skin-and-into-the-vein bit. that is, not until today. JEEZ! the bad news is, i got to experience the pain that, i believe, so many people fear when it comes to blood drives. the good news is, i think i might be able to attain some heroin chicness! there were quite a few issues with the needle and the blood flow, etc. and i got to get stabbed a few extra times. (apparently the vein marked for needle insertion somehow decided to slip sideways.. the likely cause? ... naturally hyper-extended arms). anyway! i hope a bruise on my arm is left with me! oh excite! i wish i had known that i was going to be left alone at the office at work for like 3 hours, because i could've gone to the blood drive on work time. instead, i went at around 12:15, and wasn't finished until 1:30pm. this is basically all i wanted to say. not much of an octobruary update, eh? anyway, at six o'clock, i have a zipcar reserved. wellington and i are going to go to eastview mall, which is 25-30 minutes away from campus. there the apple store sits. on its haunches. baring its teeth. maybe. SO, to answer your question from your last text message, seanjin, i'm taking herbert, my macbook, to the apple store at 8pm. it should be fixed.. i don't know when. now, back to phase to eat teh foodz. Comments: 1 opera - he composed.

Why, oh why, oh why, oh why. . . [10 Oct 2008|02:33pm] rampantwhistler [ mood | angry ] [ music | traffic ] . . . oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why is the universe out to get me? Has it not decided that I have enough problems already? I literally JUST went to the dentist a month and a half ago for x-rays, a check-up, and a cleaning, and apart from a little gum sensitivity, I was a-ok. Now, for about four or five days, I've been experiencing some insane pain along the gum line on one of my teeth to the point that it hurts just to brush. I just pulled out the scary magnifying mirror and stood by the window to have a look at it only to discover that I've got a really nasty looking brown spot developing quite quickly right where the pain is. WHAT THE BLEEPING BLOODY HELL?! And this on the same day that 1) I discover that I don't have enough money in my checking account here to cover the two huge checks I just had to write for my quarterly auto insurance and my credit card statement, both of which are due on the same day, 2) I don't have enough in my savings account either to transfer over to balance it all out, 3) I'm out of checks from my old reserve bank account back home, so I can't write myself a check to get some money in there. I just called Mom at work just about in tears over the whole thing. I just got done paying off about $625 in bills for the gastro problem that was never fixed. I've still got to deal with out-of-pocket bills from the ophthalmologist that I haven't even seen yet. Lord knows I can't afford the cost of more x-rays, check-ups, fillings, root canals. . . And I sure as hell don't want to lose my tooth! I'm just so bloody sick of how unfair it all is. I work SO DAMN HARD to take care of myself, only to have more health problems than almost anyone else I know. And I know I've complained about this more times than anyone cares to hear, but. . . I just can't stand holding it all in sometimes. It hurts my head, quite literally, and breaks my spirit. I ended up taking a personal day off work today, just because I can't concentrate enough to handle it. Ended up going for a swim this afternoon, and now that the clouds have cleared up, I'm probably going to go out for a walk, since it's just about the only thing I can do anymore to clear my head. And since one way or another I'm going to have to go all the way home anyway either for old account checks (which I may or may not have stashed away in the old room, I don't know) or a withdrawal directly from the bank office itself, I'm thinking I might just make an overnight of it, watch a few movies on the big screen at home with the kitty on my lap and do my laundry. Lord knows I could stand to save the $10 right now. AND THE SPACE BAR ON MY LAPTOP KEEPS STICKING! Ugh, does it never end?! Comments: 3 operas - he composed.

[10 Oct 2008|08:55am] btothelanger  Concert tonight. 8 pm PEASE. Come out and hear some great music. Have a wonderful Friday everyone! Comments: he composed.

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