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3:54PM September 4th, 2008 Thursday
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Oh, so that's what it's like.
To sleep more, to drop coffee (nearly 2 weeks!). Sickness is abated by happiness.
Now if I could just get into the habit of running and out of the habit of eating and drinking so much. If my work situation would be resolved. If Palms would turn into Sesame Street.
I really want to go to South Africa, but for now postwork happy hour will have to do.
Oh, so that's what she meant when she said easy.
I need to print out pictures for my cubicle - it's indecently naked.
I can't wait for fall, winter, and rainy days.
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3:57PM September 4th, 2008 Thursday
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you're gonna hear from me - natalie wood/jackie ward |
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I know I already posted this over at picspammy but I feel the need to post it in my own journal as well! :) Couple: Robert Wagner and Natalie Wood Films Together: The Affair, All The Fine Young Cannibals, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (tv movie)
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12:59PM September 1st, 2008 Monday
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 We're really 10 year old kids.
Oh man, oh man. I've been busy lately. And sick. Ugh, my cough is worse today. I'm really tired of involuntary attempts to cough up my lungs and the constant feeling that my throat is sandpaper. All of that meant that my enthusiasm for hanging out with Jess and Kate this weekend was lower in show than it was in truth. Despite my crap immune system - fun times involving chasing each other with markers, Charlie Wilson's War, local ice cream, downtown Hanford, Save Mart, wine rainbow, margaritas, too much delicious Mexican food, and going to bed early like we're grannies.
I got a burrito with broccoli, carrots, and cauliflower, which in all truth seems wrongwrongwrong. But it was delicious. I didn't feel like playing meateater. I do really like chicken on occasion, but only in small amounts. Unless I'm in a particularly carniverous mood, when I order things with chicken I tend to only eat part of it, which is a waste.
This week also involved cubicles, karaoke, Long Beach, sushi, and I'm sure other things I'm forgetting. I'm sick, can that be my blanket excuse?
Work shit is still unresolved, argh.
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3:05PM August 31st, 2008 Sunday
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So, I learned something.
If I never do anything, the pain stays around a 6 or lower.
But, if I go out already exhausted (reading "The Call of Cthulhu" out-loud for Broken Sea's Halloween show, seems to take a lot out of me), and hurting a little, walk around two stores, and then some of the New Southcenter (Westfield Mall), and yes, spring for a film we probably should have (though they have the awesome seats, where the arm rest goes up, and you can snuggle with your sweetie) and then go..
Gee, I hurt.
*sighs* Around an 8 or 9 (on a scale of 1-10) and nothing to really take the edge off.
It worries me. How can I go do ANYTHING if this is the result? Even so, I've now been to a concert and a movie this summer, while having the above worry. So it can't keep me completely down. Honest.
Want to read a review of the movie? tenderstone has a public review of Death Race (which was exactly what we expected, so it was thoroughly enjoyed!)
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11:54PM August 30th, 2008 Saturday
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Title: Unbroken Silence. Series: A Bit Of Fry And Laurie. Rating: PG, at most. Word Count: 231. I swear I didn't plan that. Characters: Control, Tony Murchison, Control number two. Note: Written for chain_of_fics. The first line was taken from the last line of someone else's fic.
( The background noises grew louder in the anticipatory silence. )
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10:25PM August 30th, 2008 Saturday
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That is all.
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5:08PM August 29th, 2008 Friday
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This is interesting. I'm posting from meebo, and writing with a program called Tomboy, and reading a book in RL at the same time.
Well.
Has anyone ever read John le Carre, or Clive Barker? They're good reads.
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| HAPPY BIRTHDAY, INGRID! Ramblings, quotespam, picspam, etc etc. |
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3:46PM August 29th, 2008 Friday
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... and happy death day, too, I guess, for the Fabulous Swede was born on August 29th, 1915, and died on the same day, 67 years later. Obviously, there is no better excuse for blatant, cheesy, weepy, obsessive fangirling. Thus, I bring you ramblings by moi, then quotes by people who know far more about these things than I do, and last but not least, PICTURES. Most of those I scanned from my own collection, so I really hope there's some you haven't seen yet :). Anyways...

Ingrid Bergman is probably, of all the people I fangirl, the one I feel closest to and maybe the one I can identify best with. I feel, when reading about her, that I can understand what she was about, and I like her. These days, she is mostly remembered for the 'good girl' image she had in the 1940s, but really, she is so much more interesting and complex than just that.
Once, in the late 1940s, Ingrid said that she dreaded going back home (to her first husband), because then she’d have to ‘go back into the cage, sit in the sun, obey Petter, be sober and look eighteen years old’, and I think that was a very accurate description of what not just Petter, but the film-going world expected of her. She had made it big in Hollywood with an impossibly innocent, almost virginal public image - an image she had contributed to herself, because she was too clever not to realize how exactly she was being sold in the USA – and for a while, that worked fine. When she first came to America, after all, she was pretty young and pretty naïve, but throughout the following years, as she got more famous, she adapted and grew up and that image became much more like a cage, because she did smoke and she did drink and she did stay out late and she did a lot of the things other stars did, as well. Part of her problem was that she couldn’t conform anymore to the role the world, the studio, her husband and, perhaps, she herself had created for her; that of a kind of modern Virgin Mary, one star they could safely idolize and name their children after.
And Ingrid was far more than that, in many different ways. She was a lot smarter than people gave her credit for and she could be very cool and level-headed in matters of business, and yet at the same time, too, in her private life, there was this side to her that was deeply insecure and extremely sensitive. She had a healthy dose of common sense, a lot of strength and good humour, and yet at the same time she could be very dramatic, very unhappy and always a little bit lonely.
About this, she once said that her main problem was that in a way, she spent all her life searching for a romance like her parents had had. Her mother and father had both died when she was a young child, but she had read their love-letters when she was eighteen, and she believed that one day, she would find something similar to what they had experienced, and then everything would be alright, but she never did. I think she loved her three husbands very much, and they were three completely different people who were very strong characters in their own completely different ways, but when one tries to find the One True Love of Ingrid’s life, I think the answer would be ‘her work’ more than anything.
She blamed herself for losing Lars, her third husband, because she felt she had failed to give him the time together than he needed so badly. While that was partly due to the great guilt complex she always felt towards her loved ones, that idea was probably partly accurate, as well, and although she understood the problem, she didn’t adapt because she knew that her work was really what she lived for. She did, however, take more than a year off work in the 1960s when her daughter Isabella was seriously ill.
There’s so much more to be said about Ingrid Bergman, but I’ll end here - she was so beautiful and smart and naïve and sweet and cold and warm and reasonable and temperamental and level-headed and melodramatic and talented all at once, and I love her for all those things. She may not have been a saint, but she was undeniably… human.
WARNING. This LJ-cut is probably NOT dial-up friendly. At all. Sorry for that!
( There where you go, there blooms the earth. )
“Ultimately, most movies remain locked in their period, even if the personality of the star manages to transcend that period. It is only the greatest stars who achieve those half-dozen or so films that remain perpetually seductive, films that render them, in effect, immortal: Casablanca, Gaslight, Spellbound, Notorious, Journey to Italy, Indiscreet, Autumn Sonata.
Ingrid Bergman died in 1982.
Ingrid Bergman lives.”
Love,
Lies
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12:58AM August 28th, 2008 Thursday
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Okay, I know it has been along time since I have wrote anything worth while in my journal. As I said in my last entry that I am now becoming a classic Dr. who fan. Particularly, The Sixth Doctor. What the Hell? Of all his regeneration why the sixth doctor? I know I have asked my self this to my answer would be because he is the shit. To me He is what doctor who should have been. This doesn't mean that I have left Fry and laurie they are sitll a part of me. so I wlll be continuing writing fanfic.
Now on to the photo edits. In short time I have been with Doctor who especially with the multicoloured coat of many colors that this doctor wears. I noticed that in "real time" That he is wearing all blue so I decided to see how blue would look on the Sixth doctor since then he would have aged. I hope you enjoy theses pics.

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