| lyhyesti kammottavan vahvan humalatilan seuraamuksista |
[Aug. 30th, 2008|12:57 pm] |
semmonen krapula, että ymmärtää asioita jotenki ylimaallisesti, siten, että
tajuaa tuhonneensa mahdollisuuden minkäänlaiseen kanssakäymiseen ikinä,
jopa hein sanominen lienee turhaa, ja on siitä jopa iloinen, koska ärsyyntymisen
määrä on suurempi kuin minkään muun tunteen ylipäätään, ja koska
vaivaa ei kannata nähdä mikäli olo todella on tällainen.
nii että FUCK THIS SHIT. selkärangattomat, munattomat aikuiset miehet,
vittu että on nähty tämä kuvio.
kolumniaineistoa marjanpoimijoihin, joka ilmestynee lokakuun roihussa..
otherwise iz fine, i guess. |
|
|
| consumer pigs dar dar dar dar |
[Aug. 29th, 2008|10:09 pm] |
Today is my fake birthday, I am home visiting my family and while this will not be a very interesting entry I would like to document things that I have received for personal records, as I forgot my Moleskine at home!
Birthday Gifts From My Delightful Family:
1. Mastering the Art of French Cooking
2. Tahari slides with buckles on the toes
3. Laundry by Shelley Segal white military WARM winter coat, lots of pockets!
4. J. Crew maroon blouse for teachyteaching
5. New set of chefs' knives-- to be marked VEGAN and hidden for me and ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tinmossflowers only!
6. A-frame garment rack
7. Airseal vegan combat boots (haven't arrived yet)
8. Keep Company Mayan sneakers (also haven't arrived yet)
And my father, absolute sparkleheaded magical man that he is, managed to pull together a black refurb Macbook for me in the week since the coffee incident. I am sitting here on what basically amounts to a brand new machine, complete with all of my music and information and a flashy operating system, like the spoiled brat that I am. I don't deserve any of this, but I get it because my father loves me.
This is why I want to spend the rest of my days helping people who are not as blindly lucky as I am; I want to be able to give food and clothing and computers and books and health care and anything and everything to people across the world. I am going to use my blessed belongings to work and work and work until I get to a place where I can sell all of my blind belongings and go barefoot over the continents, holding hands and making food.
( Also, there's been some MAJOR best friend drama. I'll LJ-cut it for people who don't care but I really need to get it off my chest. )
I'll be back in town tomorrow and I'm sure I'll have some nice pictures or something silly to distract the universe with, but for now I'm all worthless sadness and gritty teeth. Watching Taxi Driver, reading design magazines, plotting my crazy redecorating scheme, plotting my seduction scheme so the S-Boy might ask me to be his ladylady, plotting my new tattoo, wishing the drives between towns were shorter. Go ahead, have a real good time. It's on me. |
|
|
| I think this sums things up. |
[Aug. 29th, 2008|09:27 am] |
James Stewart (as Mike Connor): You're the darndest girl, Liz!
Ruth Hussey (as Liz Imbrie): I think I'm sweet.
from The Philadelphia Story
*HUGS*
|
|
|
| oh yeah |
[Aug. 29th, 2008|10:31 am] |
this is my bike, paprika.
i know its not red, fuck you. ill name my bike whatever i want to. |
|
|
| SO TRUE YEZ? |
[Aug. 29th, 2008|12:34 pm] |
|
|
|
| Tweets for Today |
[Aug. 29th, 2008|02:03 am] |
|
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter |
|
|
| |
[Aug. 29th, 2008|03:37 am] |
** Glad my work week is over! Tonight was rather easy though, considering..
Sure, we got rained on most of the night (off & on). But that just made things go quicker. 7 1/2 hours to do 426 cars. And I even had inbred Bob to work with & we went that fast.
Now that I've got a few extra things lined up & if I get decent pay weeks for the next 4-5 weeks. I should be able to put away another grand. Now if I was to continue working & finnish out the year, and then try to stay till Febuary or March. I should (depending on the kinda winter we get around here & whatever unexpected shit pops up), be able to rack up around $7500-$8000... But thats thinking a little too far ahead. I prefer keeping it to smaller steps. Plus I dunno if I would be able to stand working with Bob all that time. He aint really the fastest person to work with + he's a fucking dolt & thats putting it mildly!
==== ===== ==== ====
** Ya know... It's fairly common around here with these houses to have mice... But I found a hampster running around the kitchen the other night! Just a little fur ball. Nobody here has a pet hampster (until I found it!). So I'm guessing it was a neighbor kids pet & crawled through floor boards somewhere. I'm sure theres many undiscovered little holes.
==== ==== ==== ====
** When Amebix does a U.S. tour in January of '09. I toying with the idea of following them around from state to state like hippies did with the Grateful Dead.
I've been listening to them alot lately...
==== ==== ==== ====
( i'm )
And I'm outta here. Cut.
Thats all ya get! |
|
|
| The Omnivore's Hundred |
[Aug. 29th, 2008|01:04 am] |
|
I stumbled upon The Omnivore's 100 today. It's what folks over at VGT think every omnivore should try at least once in their life. Well, here goes:
1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.
3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.
4) Optional extra: Post a comment here at www.verygoodtaste.co.uk linking to your results. The VGT Omnivore’s Hundred: ( Under the cut )29/100... Not bad for my 17 years of existence, I think. XD
...I've had snake but not cheese fondue? Someone accompany me to my first cheese fondue outing! |
|
|
| baby baby |
[Aug. 28th, 2008|11:31 pm] |
i've come up with a winning routine that has kept me balanced and happy for the past two months, after some experimenting and some much needed bookwork I think i've got something great down with all vegan sources (and things i actually like eating) of course. girls, this may help you too... or completely dismiss it. this is the very loose routine i've been following combined with where my eggs are, of course...
cycle days 1-5 (bleeding): nutrition. lots of IRON. kale, cabbage, dates, pumpkin, seeds, seaseme, seaweed, millet, lentils, raisens...FOLIC ACID. raw greens, cooked beets, orange juice, beans, avacado, miso, a million more. VITAMIN C (helps iron absorption). HERB wise, iron can be found in plenty in: raspberry leaf, mugwort, nettles and yellow dock. vitamin C in rosehips.
days 5-13, early (relatively) infertile phase: nutrition. lots of IODINE. seaweed, lemons, asparagus. VITAMIN E. whole grains, greens, sweet potatoes, seeds and nuts, carrots, olive oil, tomatoes, avacadoes, apples. PROTIEN. grains, tofu, tahini, soy milk, beans, lentils. HERB wise, black cohosh balances and regulates estrogen, iodtine can be found in nettles, sasparilla, and parsley.
days 13-15 (ovulation!): nutrition. VITAMIN B6. usually destroyed by cooking, nuts, avacado, banana, sprouted soybeans. ZINC. pumpkin/seaseme seeds, lentils, tofu, almonds. MANGANESE: walnuts, spinach, cashews, spinach, kelp. HERBS, zinc can be found in paprika and garlic. manganese in alfalfa.
days 15-28ish (infertile) phase: nutrition. tons and tons of calcium because of the first and second estrogen drops, occuring on days 16 and 27. also good is POTASSIUM, greens, bananas, potatoes, carrot juice, pumpkin seeds, strawberries, brazil nuts especially.
track your cycle with the moon phases. eventually you'll hit a full moon with your ovulation, and that is always my favorite. i first got interested in the possibility and then obsession of cycles and their interconnectedness because I used to experience horrible cramps and mood swings, all of which has disappeared. i'm happy. |
|
|
| foodstuff |
[Aug. 28th, 2008|09:12 pm] |
this is who i spent my night with
probably the silliest kitty ever, assata
i went to whole foods maybe three times yesterday and this is what i ended up with. I made a really easy, really amazing potato-asparagus soup. one that was too hard to photo
reason number 1 wholefoods is better than trader joes, heirloom tomatos. is it wrong that i think these are the sexiest thing on the internet?
reason number 2 whole foods will always be better than trader joes.
i made these a few days ago for this guy Ben at work who was just promoted. i think theyre better that the original and maybe the cutiest cupcakes i have made thus far.
this is for roby.
this is for OP.
this is what happens when none of my friends will hang out with me and timm and kady are working. |
|
|
| sicky-poo |
[Aug. 28th, 2008|05:55 pm] |
Left work early cos I was almost spending more time on the toilet than I was at my desk.
Bye-bye to 1.5 hours of pay & choir rehearsal.
*shakes fist at digestive tract*
*HUGS* |
|
|
| freedom from want, juin 2008 |
[Aug. 28th, 2008|11:07 pm] |
The gate squealed after us and shudders back into position. We set our eyes on our surroundings; shapes of woodland
Perhaps she's afraid of how far my legs will take us in search of shelter tonight. The sky is an thick black. Dogs bark from far away farm houses. We have mozerella we discovered behind a restaurant to mix with the pasta from napoli and tomatoes found in Pisa, or thereabouts. The moon is hidden by darkening clouds. We turn and are met by a swarm of stars, brighter than I've ever seen.
'We'll be okay tonight. We'll be dry. And we have good food'. One of the only things I could fantasise over during these days was what could pass into my stomach. I could imagine the texture of the food and the feeling of heat passing through me, the steam pouring out of my mouth. When you're living on so little, not just physically but mentally and spiritually too - things become closer, detailed, enhanced and magnfied. You begin to hoan your fear into a sharp point, flinging it into the gut, the empty space of distance lurching in the heart. Senses are heightened. You tread dog shit and know what the dog has eaten.
And I become dumber. I stop to write. I barely read. My energy of spirit is sent to my legs. I am alert only in a coma of movement. I forget how to pass into moments, how to stop the world. We're wandering the same roads with different backstage props. We want punx in the palace but we're masturbating businessmen, to burn time and gulp down what we lost.
We've taken this same rest station exit 400km away the night before. Symmetry of the road at its worst. We blew up polizei squad cars as we woke to the sun rising, rubbing our eyes. Checked and hounded. I miss the winter sun already. I miss peanut butter and kudo asleep in his basket in the dead of the night. I have no home and no riot to attend and theres a perpetual sweat settled in between my two shoulder blades. I don't sweat. I haven't made love for over a month, more; I miss her as the last great awk's last breath in 1844 (dancing bullets) and she may be extinct too, for what? cheap foolish words, shit,
'why are the stars blinking?'
and they were. they were moving and disappearing and appearing again seconds later.
'burning lights with wings'
'fireflies?'
'make a wish'
I first saw them in Pennsylvania thinking at the time of ways to survive. The little kitten brushed into a colourless abstract painting. Nothing giggles in the colourless world. I knew no hope, courage, joy or laughter during those days. Perhaps I knew the quiet kind of anger that simmers in the toes and makes it difficult to walk. But the night I first touched a firefly, I had a kid on my shoulders and five more around me. We were going to the lakeside to cook smores, the traditional american campfire snack concisting of marshmellows and chocolate. My muscles had become the pancakes I was forced to eat for breakfast and my blood the chocolate milk doused in cocaine at the afternoon snack time.
At the time I still wanted to be a ufologist. I was barely writing then. I disliked people to such a degree that I wanted to immerse myself in what was not. Everything was not in these blistering years.
I saw the lights and gaped. I gaze at the sky till I received a patting on the head and a kick in the side. And I look down and one floats right past my fingertips. I cup it in my hands. I begin to write, on this evening. I disowned other lands in return for the pulse of the ground I tread.
I turn around with my big bag, sunk into my shoulder blades, into a sea of them, floating beside us, blinking on and off, in and out of the world, totally lost without their light.
We find a placre to sleep, over a stream, and sit openmouthed at the lightshow until the pasta begins to froth. I lie and watch the fireflies through the steam.
We wake up dry. I can't remember my dreams. Everything is intertwined. The last ride to the next. I gulp up the morning air. I finish the words of Castaneda. I stop the world. I brush my teeth and feel my belly moving in and out. We drink tea from Ulkraine. I will send this haze to the public stocks. I am ashamed of what I have lived without cognisance. I am another. I have laid my egg and have in turn been swallowed up by what has appeared.
Je est un autre.
And again: No more gods! no more gods! |
|
|
| ja nyt se lista |
[Aug. 29th, 2008|12:35 am] |
mitä tapahtui ensimmäisenä epätorniovuotena 28.8.2007-28.8.2008?
- no tietysti ensiksi minun piti vaihtaa paikkakuntaa. eli tampere tapahtui.
- asuin ekaa kertaa tuntemattoman kanssa. musketöörin reilun kaupan kahvi <3
- olin 7kk leikkitöissä ja vielä duunissa, josta tykkäsin
- hain ammattikorkeakouluun enkä päässyt, fuck that shit
- ihastuin ainakin kahdesti, perseelleen meni molemmilla kerroilla
- oon tutustunu ataan uanteen mahtavaan tyyppiin ja tuplamäärään urpoja
- harrastin seksiä ruusupensaassa (tai oikeasti sen takana, mutta tämä pittää mainita
yhdenlaisena saavutuksena, koska kuinka moni teistä on ollu ihan ilkosillaan toukokuun
lopussa tampereen keskustassa sijaitsevan kerrostalon pihamaalla älyttömän isomelasen miehen kanssa?
sitä se minäkin.)
- oon opetellu soittamaan kitaraa
- olen rakastunut kuolleisiin miehiin joista yksi on vielä homokin (beat beat beat)
- vaihdoin kaupunkia eli turku tapahtui
- muutin jälleen keltaiseen omakotitaloon which obviously kicks ass
- minua on tituleerattu ensimmäistä kertaa runoilijaksi jossain lehdessä (tämä on vähän
valetta koska sain ite päättää miksi minua tituleerataan mutta silti!)
- aloitin herrasmiesvarkaan opinnot
- aloin suomentamaan evasionia
- löysin jarkon uudestaan ystävänä, mistä olen erittäin kiitollinen
- menetin luottamukseni lopullisesti yhteen ystävään
- sain elämäni parasta seksiä
- pääsin irti x:stä 316 päivän jälkeen
- en ollu yhtä paljon kännissä ko 06-07-jaksolla :D
ja sata miljoonaa muuta asiaa. nyt kun istun tässä, ulkona sataa, syksy,
kaikki kliseet, kiiltävä asfaltti oranssien katuvalojen alla ja niin edelleen,
minusta tuntuu, kuin olisin löytänyt paikkani ensimmäistä kertaa kommuunilta
lähdön jälkeen. tämä syksy tulee olemaan hyvä syksy, on niin paljon kaikkea, mitä
odottaa. sarjisprojekti, runoklubit, yleinen kulttuuriterrorismi, omakustanne, oma kitara
(joo päätin että ostan sen 21-v synttärilahjaksi, säästän TEV-rahoja).. jos vaikka
intoutuisin vielä kirjottamaan vaihteeksi hyviä kolumneja roihuun. ja tietty lehtihommat
turun päässä, ylipäätään ihan kiva saaha alan hommia kiinalaispalkkani vastineeksi.
ja jos vielä jostain tulis mies, joka on poika ilman vaatteita. semmonen, jonka kanssa
vois kävellä just tämmösellä kelillä aurajoen rantaa käsi käesä ja olla hiljaa siten,
ettei hiljaisuus ole vaikeaa, vaan lämmintä ja rauhoittavaa. että vois herätä toisen ihmisen
lämpöön..
mutta koska oletettavasti olen niin moniongelmainen ettei kukaan halua koskea
minuun muutamaa työntöä ja tuijotusta lukuunottamatta, joudun luultavasti kävelemään
jokirantaa the nationalin seurassa. hyvä korvike.
meen rämpyttään kitaraa ja sillee. tämä päivä oli hyvä päivä.
pusnam. |
|
|
| this just in: everything still awesome. |
[Aug. 28th, 2008|02:39 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | beavis and butthead, dennis kucinich, djing, erin, gravy, halloween, k&m, labor day, nerds, npr, tlc, work | ] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | world financial center 1 | ] |
| [ | music |
| | bill clinton's speech on npr | ] |
I like my new job a lot. It's boring, but that's awesome. It means I get to sit around and listen to NPR and read and make lists of stuff. PLUS! All the coffee I can drink! I also have a view of the WTC from the 29th floor. Depressing. Super flexible hours though. Someone/something smells like cat pee though. I can't figure out what/who it is, but I will. I have my suspicions.
Allison and I going to have our righteous DJ debut this Sunday. I'm playing the crowd pleasures, she's playing the random obscure stuff that only 90s nerds are going to get, but they're going to get it hard. Nerds love that stuff. Labor Day at K&M, 9pm. So pumped.
Erin Fyzt and Ryan Gravy just booked tickets to come up here for Halloween. I'm stoked. I've been knocking around the following ideas as Halloween costumes:
- Erin, Allison, and I as TLC circa the Waterfalls video. I dig Left Eye's spirit, and thus, would be her.
- Allison and I as Beavis and Butthead. I think I was originally going to be Beavis, but I think since Allison's already blonde, it might be easier if she's Beavis and I'm Butthead. I don't know how to pull of the braces thing though?
- A hooker with a heart of gold.
- A snake on a plane. (still working on the logistics of this)
I think of a lot of brilliant ideas for costumes when I'm out drinking, but the problem with that, is that I tend to not remember them when I'm sober. Bummer.
So, yeah, that's pretty much it. Oh, wait, one more thing. My access to youtube is denied because I'm at work right now, but if it wasn't, I'd have posted Dennis Kucinich's speech at the DNC. If you haven't seen it yet, you should watch it. Great speech from a great dude.
I'm home now, so here it is:
God, I love this tiny dude. |
|
|
| |
[Aug. 28th, 2008|04:46 pm] |
mahti keikka eilen, semmonen ko 8GB. en oo tanssinu niin raivokkaasti vuosiin.
oli myös haatajan synttärit, ruokaa, simaa ja kakkua. jee.
tänään tuli täyteen vuosi pois torniosta, voisin myöhemmin tehä semmosen
rakentavan "mitä vuodessa tapahtui"-postauksen. aika paljon on tapahtunu, vaikka
tuntuu, ettei mikään ole oikeastaan muuttunut.
minun huone on täynnä styroksia ja sikaboomia. vähän vituttaa.
selkä pragaa. tahdon miehen hieromaan mun selkää ja hartioita.
vink vink. saa soittaa.
outoja unia viime yönä, mm. about 30 kiloa laihempi
herra sami liuhto jokikadun rannassa. ja x, mikä on outoa, mutta toisaalta sopivaa
ottaen huomioon että mikä päivä tänään on.
keksinpä eilen sointukulun, josta voisi tulla biisi. vuosisatoja vanhoja
itsestäänselvyyksiä muille, maagisia asioita mulle.
ai niin, ja näyttää siltä, että on tulossa sota.
maailmansota.
ei muuta nyt, ehkä myöhemmin. jatkakaa! |
|
|
| Tweets for Today |
[Aug. 28th, 2008|02:02 am] |
|
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter |
|
|
| |
[Aug. 28th, 2008|12:51 am] |
I just had to copy this over from the Mighty Wombat newsfeed, originally from FARK:
"The AFA has set up an online form to send Hallmark hate mail for making same sex marriage greeting cards, what a shame it would be if people used it to send Hallmark support mail instead..."
Here's the message I sent:
Dear Chairman Hall:
I fully support your decision to make cards honoring same-sex unions. Kudos to you for not bowing to the pressure of right-wing theocrat groups like the AFA, and for finally taking steps to break down some of the heterosexist stereotypes that are so prevalent in this culture. Thank you for being courageous! for diversity, sincerely, David Boone
Then I sent it, and an AFA page came up thanking me for helping them in their mission. How funny! |
|
|
| quick update |
[Aug. 27th, 2008|09:04 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  good | ] |
I'm at work, so not too much time to write.
Had my first class Monday night, the English class. It was awesome. It's gonna be lots of writing, reading, and editing, which I'm stoked about. My other class, the sociology/marriage and family one, is tomorrow night.
Seeing Ian this past weekend was so cool, I miss him so much!! He is a few inches taller, his red hair is back to shoulder length again, and as always he has this unfathomable energy level. If I had a fraction of his energy I would be invincible, I think. Aisy and I are leaving on the Greyhound Friday morning to go down to Sac where Ian and Amber are living, so the kids can go with Amber to SacAnime. I need to take Aislinn to Hot Topic (ugh!) tomorrow afternoon so she can get green fishnets and some spiky stuff, she's cosplaying one of the "powerpunk girls" (the green one, counterpart to Buttercup, I think).
Loki is crawling!!! He's also a lot more vocal and gets frustrated more easily. He loves to pull up and walk while holding on to your fingers, and he wants to walk so badly. Also he's eating hella solid food now, pretty much anything that can be mashed up is fair game.
The other night I stopped by the Rite-Aid dumpster to check for anything useful they might've thrown out, and there was a big black bag amidst the normal trash bags, obviously someone else had thrown it in there. There was a foul smell emanating from the whole area, much worse than the normally sour dumpster-funk, and when I carefully broke open the bag the smell almost knocked me down. The bag was full of bones, presumably from a large mammal since some of them looked to be femur size or larger, they were dark brownish-grey and slimy and covered in maggots, and the connective tissue was still hanging from them. It was seriously the most foul, fetid, nasty thing I have ever smelled. I came home and called in a report to the cops, since it seemed like it might be some kind of health code issue or something. Ugh, so gross. But I wasn't even close to vomiting, it was more of a "wow this is fascinating, but holy shit it stinks" kind of experience. I take that as a good sign that I'll be able to handle the more graphic parts of nursing school, ie. the cadavers and dissection and whatnot.
I threw my back out last Tuesday, it's still sore but I'm fine. I'm trying to be more conscientious of it, since apparently that's my achilles' heel.
Gotta run! |
|
|
| adam corolla |
[Aug. 27th, 2008|08:31 pm] |
|
marry me |
|
|
| navigation |
| [ |
viewing |
| |
most recent entries |
] |
| [ |
go |
| |
earlier |
] |
| |
|
|
![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}
crimethought
sick