Monday, October 01, 2007
[brightness for your monday]

woot.

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Saturday, September 22, 2007
[i reject the blogosphere. let's go to legoland.]

Hey world it's ME.

I just received the latest issue of Bitch. Once I've devoured it I'll regurgitate it all over your bad self.

Until then, read Salinger's Nine Stories. It will make you cry, but then it will make you laugh. Mostly it will make you want to master the art of the short story.

The National in Cincy tomorrow night. I've got my hipster vest. He's got his plaid shirt.

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Thursday, September 06, 2007
["For those who world was real and beautiful there was a cigarette and a saint."]

I have never been so wondrously challenged as a writer. This semester is going to produce great things.

I am sometimes overcome by the urge to revolt to the middle-school treatment of fallen friendships. I may start a rumor about your bathing habits and what you do with boys in the backseats of cars. Please don't take it personally. (oh, but you will)

Thank heaven for completely platonic relationships with members of the opposite sex. Without these I would wither.

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Wednesday, August 29, 2007
[shamelessly borrowed from http://quicklittlesplinter.com/2007/08/if-people-made-love-like-fish.html]

If people made love like fish

It is morning. A woman stumbles groggily into her living room, mascara smeared down her cheeks, hair a greasy mess. As her eyes regain their ability to focus she sees a dishevelled man asleep in a corner. Beside him is a vast, foamy, mucousy mass.

WOMAN
Oh God. What happened last night?

MAN (waking)
Hey, baby.

WOMAN
Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Please tell me we didn't.

MAN
It was amazing.

WOMAN
No, no way am I ready for this. What the hell happened?

MAN
Don't you remember? After you asked me back for coffee, and we were making out, and things were getting pretty hot...

WOMAN
I don't need a fucking diagram.

MAN
Well, I got up and made this bubble nest in this safe, warm corner. And then I took off all my clothes and did that dance for you, and you were totally turned on.

WOMAN
I think I'm going to be sick.

MAN
Then you told me to 'take you now,' so I wrapped myself around you and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed until you released your eggs, and as they fell I caught them one by one and put them into the nest.

WOMAN
I am actually going to be sick.

MAN
Then you left the room and I deposited my sperm.

WOMAN
Leave. Leave now. Oh God, I need a bucket. And a bacon and egg roll. And a mop to clean up this fucking mess.

MAN
I think we should send them to Steiner school when they get big.


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Thursday, August 09, 2007
[if songs could be held "in an aeroplane over the sea" would have scratched the hell out of me by now]

I don't really have much to say.

ummm.

"hello."

"I spend the majority of my free time with my parents."

I guess that's about it. I need to do some cleaning before bed.


As you were.


Currently listening to:
The Stage Names
By Okkervil River



Posted at 10:10 pm by FauxPoeFoe
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Saturday, August 04, 2007
[small joys]

-the new Okkervil River Album
-old school Lisa Frank at Walmart
-Emergen-C mixed with orangina
-hardcore scrubbing out my bathtub
-falling asleep with my cat next to me
-reading Mrs. Dalloway on my lunchbreak
-warm summer nights
-spiderwebs all over your face
-reading the old love notes you wrote me


Currently listening to:
The Stage Names
By Okkervil River



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Tuesday, July 24, 2007
[ask me about the sketchy coffee shop I went to today.]

Life is crazy.

I've changed a lot. I guess everyone does. If people are so involved in the fact that they have changed, why don't they notice the changes in others? This year I've learned that people are capable of change. Everyone. Even you. (though it would be so much easier if you stayed self-absorbed and neurotic because then I could simply write you off and be done with it)

wow that was poorly expressed. all apologies.

continuing that thought...in a way...

I'm learning how to be alone. Not alone in the lonely sense, but physically apart from other people.  I crave attatchment. I know how to have adventures with company. I don't know what to do when I'm alone. My mind races. I can't concentrate to read or watch a movie. I need human contact. I get overwhelmed with uncontrollable sadness. When I talk to Justin on the phone I am distressed simply knowing that he is existing in a reality apart from me. I really don't understand myself. But today I made a point to spend several hours by myself, out and about. It was surprisingly relaxing. I'll keep you updated.

and now for more introspection...

I don't feel twenty years old. I can't wrap my mind around the fact that I'm an adult. Or nearly one. Here's hoping that in the next year or two I gracefully transition into an adult, in the style of Ashleigh Graves and Katie Golden.

even more...

I need to learn more. I don't do enough critical thinking. I've begun to read merely to comprehend. I don't want to passively float in pools of knowledge. I want to explore them to the uttermost.

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Monday, July 23, 2007
[oh look...I have a blog.]

hello. don't hate me.

I've read the first halves of many a good book this summer. Perhaps I will finish a book yet--I'm 3/4ths of the way done with Murakami's latest, After Dark. Other good halves I've read include: A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers, A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf, The Tangerine-Colored Streamline Baby by Tom Wolfe, Cash by Johnny Cash, Revenge of the Lawn by Richard Brautigan, Door Wide Open by Jack Kerouac and Joyce Johnson, The Beautiful and the Damned by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and several newspaper articles.

In other news. I watched all three complete seasons of Arrested Development. I completed my very first paint-by-number. I thrifted hard.

so. there's that. And my love for Justin Bowsher. And my excitement at returning to school if only for another class with Dr. Hurlow and rooming with Jade and living close to Michaela and Katie. And all the wild orgies we'll have at Colin and Sam's duplex once Rhea and I get to know one another better.

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Tuesday, July 03, 2007
[For your health]

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Thursday, June 07, 2007
[life as a twentysomething is awkward]

Returning home from school is not all it's cracked up to be. It's awkward. Lonely. Oppressive. At times ridiculous. Thank heavens for Sean and Scott.

Today, hot tropical winds interrupted our bleakly midwestern summer. Tornados, lightening storms, torrential downpours--the possibilities are endless. For now the wind is a thick wool scarf, slowly winding around my limbs. This mummification brings me joy, reminders of sweet texas summers. I wish I could sleep naked in my hammock tonight.


Currently listening to:
Heart It Races
By Architecture in Helsinki



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My Life As: A sort of quirky girl with big dreams and the alarming tendency to say exactly what she thinks (even to her grandmother).

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I'm a nineteen year-old aspiring revolutionary. I would love to sit down and discuss life with you over coffee and a cigarette. Those are the kinds of people who you really value in your life. The ones you can discuss current events, lit, and pretentious music with over coffee and cigarettes. My sister is my hero. Most days my brother is my best friend.
My first blog entry, so very long ago: Allright, I have finally put all these insane thoughts in my head onto the internet for billions of psychos to have complete access to. Why? Because after seeing what happened to Kurt's PRIVATE JOURNALS i figure i better just put it all online so my brother can't sell my journals for millions of dollars once i'm dead. Plus ink and paper was getting pretty expensive. I can't promise you that this won't be boring but i am really hoping it isn't. I mean i'm a pretty interesting person and once i've had a White Chocolate Carmel Oreo Chiller from Gloria Jean's i'm ready to start spilling my guts. Once again...YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

"All the cracks you see can be repaired
and if you start to fall, we will be there
don't drown yourself in all your old regrets
because all the heaviness will steal away your breath
step out of that life
it's nowhere near your time
and don't forget you called it all bullshit
it still is and if you stop giving into it
you will walk away the freest man
shake your head
loosen your grip
raise up your fist
you are the freest man
open your mouth
scream it out loud
forget all your doubt
you are the freest man"
-Tilly and the Wall


My Contributions to Cyberspace:

PJ Soles was here

Someone's Heroine

Skallelujah Rudegirl
   


Eight things you should know (about me):
  • I am constantly reading. My current obsessions are Haruki Murakami and F. Scott Fitzgerald. In spite of this, I would not yet consider myself well-read. I have yet to tackle the Russians and I forget books very easily.
  • I waffle between co-dependent and fiercly independent.
  • I despise bullshit and cliches. I am impressed by honesty and candor. I do not mean to offend people by the things I say. I respect individuals' opinions (even if I disagree).
  • I'm trying to learn Czech so I can travel to Prague with my grandfather next summer. If I can convince him to go with me. I wish so much that I knew him better.
  • I like vintage and retro stuff. Especially clothing. And cigarette holders/ashtrays from the 60s. I have reached that stage in life where I desperately desire an apartment to decorate and a kitchen to cook in. I can be very domestic when I'm in the mood.
  • I did not think I was very smart until I came to college. I wish I had realized my potential sooner in life.
  • I am idealistic as well as cynically realistic. It makes for quite the internal struggle.
  • I am not emotionally affected by children. I don't dislike them, but babies don't make me all hot and bothered. I don't intend to have children until I am thirty.
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    My brother, the magician. I'm his lovely assistant.



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