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aoecean_glyvxx |
20th July, 2009. 2:05 am. My Mom is a scoundrel.
She has sold me out, taken other peoples side, and betrays me constantly.
I refuse to do all that shit. I'm the woman she has failed to be.
Current music: Ace of Base "Unspeakable".
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le_negronomicon |
19th July, 2009. 9:02 pm.
Good thing about waiting in ER -- I managed to finally clear out my MySpace inbox. 45 pages of B.S.
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flaxendandelion |
19th July, 2009. 11:05 pm.
Sudden recollection of a dream I had last night while writing a letter that has nothing to do with it: rushing from my hotel and waiting for a bus on a street in my hometown. I don't remember the name, I know there's a locally owned grocery store I'd go after my chiropractor's appointment.
It was a tall thin hotel with pines everywhere, I can't remember much about the room. I was scared I'd miss the 301 bus to Heidelberg (a suburb in Melbourne). I remember seeing this white and green bus coming down the highway and not stopping where it was supposed to. It braked on the corner and ran to meet it. I was hightailing it to Los Angeles.
I am always on the cusp of missing things in my dreams...in real life too.
Next thing I'm at a university in LA, going in and out of the buildings, registering for performing arts classes, and then going to start my job as a (comedy?) writer.
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willeeee |
19th July, 2009. 9:38 pm.
Alex: Happy birthday! You remain, forever, my beast fiend.
Will: Awww, and I'll always think of you as my breast friand...
cause we all know much i love breasts. and friands...
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flaxendandelion |
18th July, 2009. 6:44 pm.
Norman Bates is fucking the girl at the end of the hall.
On the day I moved in, when he was still hitting on me, he gave me a vase of sunflowers. Those fuckers last for about two weeks, by the way. But I put the vase outside my room after I threw the flowers out.
I walk into the bathroom just now, what do I see sitting outside her door? Sunflowers in that very vase. She's been here for at least 3 weeks now...he must be getting something in return.
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aoecean_glyvxx |
18th July, 2009. 12:24 am. Ang just called.
I love my sister so much!!!!
She means the world to me. More than any relationship I'll have. More than anything.
We are truely BFFs forever.
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flaxendandelion |
18th July, 2009. 12:43 pm.
A little unintentional comedy for my Saturday afternoon.
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aoecean_glyvxx |
16th July, 2009. 1:23 pm. I'm off to the thrift store.
I need to seriously upgrade my wardrobe. I mean I love all the punk clothes I have and stuff. I'm still going to continue to wear them. However, I'm a 26 year old woman and I want to be taken seriously.
I mean there should be two styles to every girl. One that is extremely classy and the other that is her subculture. Until I can get breasts, I kinda want to exude more sophistication.
I've also decided to avoid the more punkish hair I had previously wanted. I'm trying to grow my hair out long and as evenly as possible. The only thing that will be punk anymore will be the bangs/fringe. I will be keeping the short bangs throughout every single hairstlye because truth is, I can pull off the short bangs and I look like shit without them. I'm actually getting them chopped short again.
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flaxendandelion |
16th July, 2009. 11:21 pm.
What it takes: a possible upside to the California financial crisis.
The lady who got yelled at the other day came up to me this morning wide-eyed and hypnotized, "You're so thin...your waist is so thin. And your hair...it's so nice. You took the plaits out."
The women who do the phones are quick to get their bitch on with students. I've never been on the receiving end of that, but I have had to bear the brunt of the incredible disorganization this department's prone to.
“Tell Woody I’m coming out to see him.” —Dylan talking by phone in 1960 to a nurse at the New York-area hospital where Woody Guthrie was slowly dying of Huntington’s Chorea
“When I arrived in Minneapolis, it had seemed like a big city or a big town. When I left it was like some rural outpost you see once from a passing train.” —Dylan, 2004
“With only a few tattered rags in a suitcase and a guitar and harmonica rack, I stood on the edge of town and hitchhiked east to find Woody Guthrie.” —Dylan, 2004
“I did everything fast. Thought fast, ate fast, talked fast and walked fast. I even sang my songs fast. I needed to slow my mind down if I was going to be a composer with anything to say.” —Dylan, 2004
“Every line [of A Hard Rain] was the start of a song I do not think I’ll have the time to write.” —Dylan, 1964
“How many times can a man turn his head,/Pretending he just doesn’t see?”
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