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reoccuring themes [19 Sep 2008|05:07pm]
[ mood | gnawing hopes of thawing ]

talk of
tea parties
vegan aspirations
and all that blood and glitter
washed down with a fifth
of whiskey,
the same old song and dance.
I've rewrote the words a million times

learn a new fucking dance already.

I fucking love slumber parties
but what I'd really like is a tongue in my ass.

Fuck Me! Fuck Me!

Talk the same [14 Mar 2008|04:40pm]
I am officially back to live journal,
I mean fucking seriously,
I think it's coming back,

you know?
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[28 Feb 2007|08:58pm]

LogoThere are:
people with my name
in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?

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intestinal track records [20 Dec 2006|12:42am]
I thought you should know,
I don't have parasites
and (unless Kendall would like to furthur screw me)
I have officially Graduated
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Let's talk Derrida [17 Aug 2006|11:06pm]
[ mood | Morningstar75! ]

Sitting in a coffee shop
my little apple glowing at other peoples little glowing apples
sipping on tea,
attempting to write this
so i WILL sound pretentious.
i am downloading Sufjan stevens
and like 5 bands you never heard of
and looking at art.
so,cliche then too.


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[11 Aug 2006|03:23am]
I only want to go to grad school now so i can stay on my parent's health insurance.
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Discover your innerself [11 Aug 2006|02:41am]
i never knew i was such a complex person!

Because I'm a loser...Collapse )
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Tomato Vodka Soup. [01 Aug 2006|12:41pm]
[ mood | geeky ]

I'm sort of ashamed to admit it,
but i really love Cansei de Ser Sexy and Nous non Plus
It's a sick sort of love for cheesy foreign bands and songs about paris hilton.
It's a secret I can hold inside no longer!

except it's pretty obvious that i love both paris hilton and foreign music.

I've had some bad times lately,
and thusly been talking to no one
The hope that money will soon come flying out of my ass
is what's keeping me going.

Fuck Me! Fuck Me!

[10 Jul 2006|05:19pm]
Dear East Coast,

I regret to inform you that i will infact NOT be visiting you at any point this summer. It is all i can do to get out of this state and unfortunately the midwest has sucked me dry of funds. plus, i like have no job.

see you next spring,
forever and ever,

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Girls Gone Wild [21 Jun 2006|09:21am]
[ mood | Body Shots!!! ]

come to Crush @ the BOB on friday!
...no,i'm serious!
Miranda and I are both moving
from this ridiculous town sometime next week
and we'd like to invite you to come to the Crush with us
on Friday!
We've never been there (one of the few bars in G.R. that I've never been to)
and since it was rated as
one of the "hottest night spots" in Grand Rapids by the ever so indulgent Indulge magazine
circa 2004, We feel that it is our duty as Grand Rapids citizens to attend
or at least put on sequined shirts, scream about appeltinis and pretend we're from Allendale...
possibly hitting up, Montes, McFadddens, Raggs as well.

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summer school. [20 Jun 2006|08:21pm]
i wish i hadn't spent allll weekend
sitting around on my parents patio
guzzling beers and eating shish kabobs
with my favorite person
and not doing homework.

well actually,
it's just the not doing homework part
that i regret.
because i wouldn't have 14 chapters of physics
one presentation to research, prepare and present
a final to both study for and take
a final paper to write...

all in two days,

plus pack and move
and party like i'm trying to leave this town forever.

and write livejournal entries by way of procrastination.
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[03 Jun 2006|07:21pm]
Two hour drives with out a working radio are hell
Being taunted by the cassette player, that if worked could be ipod adaptable within seconds.
A car ride with an ipod would be like heaven.

A week of plasma donations and four trips to ABC warehouse
a radio installation that cost 50 bucks more then they said it would
leaves me with a new cassette player/ radio.
Ipod adapter in hand, I am under the impression that a car ride with an ipod
Would indeed be like heaven.
But actually it’s more like my car breaking down, then and there
In the installation garage of ABC warehouse.

A towing bill and 6 hundred dollars in repairs later,
I plug in the adaptor and the moment of truth is
cut short when the ipod dies mid song…
It occurs to me, I should buy a charger.

I bet whoever invented it thought making the charger glow
Was a good idea
As if it were saying “hey look, I’m charging!”
In a dark car it screams “hey! Come steal me, I’m attached to something expensive!”
17 cans of spray paint, a leaking jug of mineral spirits, and endless flammable art supplies in an 80 degree car say
Crack the window, after all you’ll be right back!
Crack the window just enough that you can’t reach your arm in to unlock the door…
Not to make rash generalizations,
but I must have forgotten crack heads have thinner arms than me.

two hour drives with a ipod? I barely know what 10 minutes is like,
but it was sort of like heaven.

I am thankful that a brightly glowing charger was attached only to my ipod which was hidden under a pile of papers.
Who knows what would have happened had I attached brightly glowing objects to my laptop and wallet which sat in realitively plain view.
I would have never been able to use the fifty bucks I had sitting in my semi visible wallet,
To go take shots at the bar down the street and wallow in my misery,
Of course I lied about not having cash to the bouncer, so I didn’t have to pay the cover charge.
After ten minutes I felt guilty and went back and payed him.
I don’t know, not to make rash generalizations but I guess I’ll say this as a stereotypical atheist who thinks they are better than other people, I payed the guy
because I have morals.

I’ve never purposely stolen anyones personal property, one time I accidently stole a plastic cup from a party, by way of walking out still drinking it. I genuinely felt really bad, and intended on returning the shitty plastic cup just because I’d taken it . But then I got drunk and left it at a different party. But I used the cup the whole damn time even though I could have used pretty fancy glasses the girl had at the second party, I used that cup the whole damn time and I enjoyed it. I have a feeling the asshole who took my ipod isn’t even going to enjoy my playlists.

I’m not even that mad anymore.

I would say, well at least that fucker is going to hell! But I was raised an atheist and I’ve never believed in hell . Actually quite the contrary, I’m still with the ipod as heaven theory, with that being said I hope that fucker has a car because they’re going straight to heaven.
And I’m glad to give them that, or the crack money they’re selling it for.

Ah, accidental works of charity.

whatever happened to that radio in the first place?

(You cannot “fix” a radio by jamming a pencil in it.
It will be broken forever,
and someday while your sister is driving over a bump,
The pencil will fly out and hit her in the face.)

Unfortunately the radio, installation, repairs, and ipod replacement makes me around $1000 dollars poored than I was a week ago…. Man, I’m so broke I could steal someones ipod and sell it for cash.
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[21 Apr 2006|02:08am]
[ mood | space race. ]

i vow to start reading books again, if only so i can spend more time sitting in parks.

also, maybe selling drugs via artwork.
besides being illegal, it's a good plan if you think about it.
take expensive drugs that the rich and chic would enjoy,
say cocaine and build into the frames of the art.
or maybe sheets of acid in between two papers...
anyhow, you could make a fortune selling the art for double
the price you would normally ask for to art collectors/drug addicts
and they will have other art collector/drug addict friends.
(and selling art is a good front for a drug ring.)
the art will become popular, and therfor desirable
the only thing is the drugs will have to stay on the d/l
so when non-drug clients purchase you can sell for just as much
but sans the drugs.
ultimately your work will sell and you'll profit.
Alex and i think this is how Warhol made it...

so anyone want to buy some work?

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fuck you california. [18 Apr 2006|02:03am]
[ mood | scientologists!!! ]

HA! i just (four days ago) heard John Hale is getting married!
to a stripper!
or at least that's what i'd like to think
a miss piggy stripper, but in a hot covered in pudding sort of way.

i laughed til i peed blood every five minutes
and then went to the hospital

good (pee) story

Jacki, i saw this thing on the history channel
i never want to come to san francisco
i'm afraid the tectonic plates will shake me

shake me with your tectonic plates.

final thesis crit tomorrow,
i don't care.
we made drunk cupcakes (katie holmes +butter)
what more could you fucking want?

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Tom can eat me. [03 Apr 2006|11:34pm]
[ mood | tracin' and myspacin' ]

sorry livejournal,
i've been myspacing so much lately that i forgot you even existed. i won't do it again, you'll always come first baby, always.
plus myspace is a total whore now that everyone is all up in it's shit. especially when i've had a myspace forever.
it's soooo haaaaard being a scene queen.
speaking of "the scene", i did end up getting yeah yeah yeahs tickets.
when i thought it was sold out i was completely misinformed
i also used the phrase "ssssh...i'm blogging" whilst writing that entry
just so you know.

i'm actually only updating by means of procrastination.
if rabbits could drive cars they would drive 1963 buick riverias and chevy corvette sting rays.

ah human consumerism.

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because you probably wouldn't have bombed that clinic if your mom had just aborted you. [22 Mar 2006|01:02pm]
[ mood | placenta ]

yesterday i was so angry i wanted to stab people and pee on things.

today i am skipping class.

and researching,

pro-life abortion 'facts' are unsettling and non sensical

I am going to write the best damn paper you've ever read

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[14 Mar 2006|05:29pm]
[ mood | brownies ]

throwing your empty starbucks coffee cup out of your window and onto the street is a good way to say
"fuck you hippies"

spring break was good.

that was the best birthday i never had,
i'm glad that so many people came out.
like a plastic bag, Thank You Thank You Thank You Thank You Thank You
Thank You Thank You Thank You Thank You Thank You Thank You Thank You

Fuck Me! Fuck Me!

[02 Mar 2006|11:32am]
Last night, i fell twice on ice covered cement stairs, trying to smell a dead skunk.
i bit the shit hard. think my cocyx is bruised again.
last time, they gave me vicodin.

oh man, vicodin,
and i think i smelled skunk!

Come to our party tomorrow at The Crunk Palace, or as it is otherwise known by bar kids "ben's house".
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Lesbian Russian Vampire Hampsters [28 Feb 2006|09:08pm]
i wanted to a write a Happy Birthday Jacki Stears, you're the best girlfriend i never had entry....but i've already been beated to the punch.
i also showed up to class early so i could sit by angela, but alas her seat was already saved. that's so not fair.

i guess i'm not the center of the pie chart.
i'm not even the crust.

woe is me.

and of all the drinks and vomit i've had spilled on me at the bar, i've never been pissed.
you can ruin my artwork, and destroy my cups. you can step on my foot and i'll never fucking tell you...

Even ol' Robert sheardy will tell you..it's like confuscious says.

so seriously, learn some damn manners.
Fuck Me! Fuck Me!

[25 Feb 2006|04:46pm]
[ mood | embarrassed ]

No more yeah yeah yeahs tickets available in Royal oak.
that's bullshit.

but like i've been all into them since the EP in 2k2
i own all the singles
i saw them in detroit 2 years ago and they were still selling tickets at the door.
can't even get tickets now
ugh, being in the scene is soooo hard.

im going to morningstar later, maybe i can beat them out of some 15 year old hipster
or trade tickets for one of Justins cigarette butts,
after all if you're a white belted 15 year old who frequents morning star
Justin is a celebrity and thusly, my key to musical happiness.
i'm going to steal his things for trade.

but seriously does it piss anyone else off when you were really into a band and then EVERYONE likes them,
and YOU can't even get tickets these days?

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