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YOUR LIPS TASTE OF POISON
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| I am generally reluctant to listen to newer music. of course there's exceptions, but for the most part, my heart belongs to classic & psychedelic rock.
but I have finally gotten into yeasayer and they're incredible! it is seriously magical. i haven't come across anything this spectacular since discovering animal collective 6 years ago.
Please listen to them if you haven't already. it's a beautiful experience. I'm currently obsessing over "2080" and "red cave." | comments: Leave a comment   |
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A few weekends ago my roommate and I held a very successful themed party... chaos & facial hair! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | dr. john | | Subject: | robots | | Time: | 10:27 pm |
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Costume from my roomate's futuristic birthday party a few weeks ago. Later incorporated into my Halloween costume... I was a robotic panda.
As you can see, I am procrastinating. My mental ability has been steadily declining.
Hope you all are doing well. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | crazy fingers | | Subject: | my apartment | | Time: | 08:39 pm |
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Our living room tapestry
the back wall in the living room | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | walk of life | | Subject: | PANDA HAT! | | Time: | 06:24 pm |
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| | EEEEEEE!!!! My panda hat came today. My boyfriend ordered it for me last week and it just got here! It's amazing. Pictures soon... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I try to make do. I try to be productive, get work done, party on the weekends,all that. But everything seems so mundane without him here. The first person I've truly fallen in love with is halfway across the world. I threw myself into the relationship, fully knowing he'd be leaving. And somehow, quickly, we fell in love. I never knew someone could care that deeply about me. He says he loves me more than he thought possible, more than everyone before me. And I believe him, I really do. We spent the most beautiful three months together. He's been gone in Japan for a month. Long distance calls nearly every night. But I still don't know what to do.
Does anyone who's ever been in a situation like this have any advice?
Oh and here's a picture of me, happy...
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| I need help, please....
I've been debating about getting a piercing for awhile now. It's something that I have given serious thought to & already have a piercing place picked out (if I decide to go through with it). However, I am allergic to metal. This allergy developed several years ago, but it's under control for the most part. I've had my ears pierced since I was 5 years old and as long as I'm cautious about earrings, they're fine. But about 2 years ago I got my cartilage pierced and it got infected, but it might have been due to negligence. However, now I'm fully ready to take care of whatever piercing I may get.
So my question is, do any of you have experience with metal allergies and piercings? What do you think I should do? Also, what do you think I should get pierced?
Sorry this was so long, I just wanted to give enough background info.
Any help would be greatly appreciated.
Oh, and here are some recent pictures....
x-posted
( I am helium raven and this movie is mine ) | | comments: 8 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | regina spektor- prisoners | | Time: | 01:34 am | | Current Mood: | jittery |
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| Togight, for the first time in ages, I got high. It was quite enjoyable. It's been so long since I've just been stoned and not been drunk & then stoned. Anyways, no one cares.
Can't wait till wednesday. Everyone is coming home. It will be wonderful to have friends again.
Hair cut
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| I'm trying desperatley to be productive and accomplish things this weekend. Especially after the insanity that was last weekend. My body was angry at me this entire week for pumping it full of beer, vodka, adderall, pot, coke & far too many cigarettes over the course of friday and saturday. plus the lack of sleep probably didn't help much either.
Anyways, I voted for the first time today. It was ridiculous how enthusiastic I was.
So, I have so much fucking reading to do. I checked out a shit ton of books on Lebanon today for my paper. I also have to read-red wuthering heights, a bataille essay and I need to finish Love in the time of cholera. And I'm reading bukowski's "Run With the Hunted" for enjoyment.
My roomate is on a date tonight. Every once in awhile I wish guys would take me out. It gets tiring being the girl you go on adventures with, get fucked up with, chain smoke on stairs with, have conversations until daybreak with. But at this point it seems unlikely that this will change anytime soon, which I guess I'm alright with. It works out okay every once in a blue moon, but it never lasts. last weekend, I curled a boy's eyelashes & slept in his arms, while the guy I'm interested in (Max) slept passed out on a couch upstairs.
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| | Current Music: | atmosphere | | Subject: | july 6th | | Time: | 05:46 pm |
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| I love hookahs! Went to Tommy's house last night & eva & I smoked melon shisha out of the hookah, shirtless,listening to the Lupe Fiasco CD. It was quite enjoyable. A pleasent change from the wild drunken nights of the past week.
I was cleaing my shithole of a room this afternnon & found a journal entry from Feb 19,2006. After reading it, I realized how far I've come lately w/o truly absorbing what it means.
"Holy Mary Mother of God wo whom is there left to listen to my prayers? There's been many indescretions, I'll admit. Followed by endless shame. This guilt is becoming an illness. Am I going to hell for my sins? Because we would skip religion class to do drugs and steal. Or the nights we showed up, we'd often be late because we had to smoke a cigarette. At least back then I was honest. The same feelings of filth and disgust were present, but things were more open. Judgements weren;t passed on those who committed their personal acts of violence against themselves. Even when it wasn't spoen, I believe we knew. The need for vices was understood. Whether it was skipping school, getting trashed, doing pills, snorting adderall, smoking cigarettes, fucking around with girls and boys, stealing, cheating, lying, sneaking out- at some point or another these were necessary for one or all of us.
But now, I go to school, I barely smoke pot or do drugs, rarely cheat or steal or do any of that other shit. Except drink, I drink to get drunk every fucking weekend. And I drink with people that don't have a clue. So it's all inward. All that hatred and disdain aimed at one weak defenseless target(me)"
I apoligize for how ridiculous that was. It just seemed like something I should share. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| "I will walk about in my floppy shorts smoking too many cigarettes and trying to make drama out of no damned progess at all."
I couldn't resist. I just love this photo of him so much!
Disclaimer, I don't really write much anymore..
circa Jan. 2006:
sometimes I think it's all very strange
this world we live and the people with no names
the girls lay down bowing ther heads
the boys get it up, infesting their beds
my hands move like water inside the womb
the empty pill shell has the aura of a tomb
regardless of family, growth or love
they all fall apart
at the hands of the ignorant
who believe they're so fucking smart
so the lorax is dead
he's finally been beaten
now he only exists up in my head
circa early March 2006:
For many reasons, his mind lay in dissary
filled with countless hours he would later mourn
things were characterisiclly comatose
as life hemorraged inside
the sallow eyed man truged on
I'm no better than a beast
she whispered
to the ink soaked pages
as the rain washed away
her vomit and piss
and the wind swept her drunken outcries
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| Everyone please that note that this weekend, while drunk I went inside a dryer (more than once even!). That is how small I am. What the fuck.
While cleaning, I remembed the hookah that's been stashed in my closet for too many weeks. Smoking out of it tofay was an exciting event. I only wish I could've been with bearer of that excellent gift.
I am reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez's "One Hundred Years of Solitude". Almost a quarter of the way through it and I just realized there are elements of magic in it. It seemed so natural, I didn't even question it. Now I am somewhat surprised that I like a realistic fantasy book. Never one I have enjoyed reading fantasy. Maybe I wasn't reading the right books.
So, yes. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
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