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[♥] alina's dirty-laundry.
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[26 Jun 2005|01:01am] |
just in case you didn't see it the first time,
i moved.
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) hardliquor.
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[24 Jun 2005|09:52am] |
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not only am i awake ridiculously early, but i also decided that after three-or-so years of having this journal, as much as i love the name, it was time for a change. all these highschool memories are filed in here + i'm never deleting it.
maybe i can start writing things i actually want to read.. maybe.
hardliquor
add it if you'd like.
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| we know who our enemies are. |
[23 Jun 2005|01:13pm] |
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the funny thing about last night was, as i was walking out to my car.. the birds were chirping and the sun + moon were fighting over which one was supposed to be out. and when i got home, my dad was just waking up for work. i said something along the lines of "..hi" and shuffled off to bed, haha. me + juls hung out with newtown mike + some of his friends, then she had to go so it was just me + the boys. those kids are a riot.. i had fun. cody gave me a puma track jacket because i rule + because some girl left it in his car. i love free shit.. people should give me free shit more often.
in other news, there is no other news other than the fact that vera + i are jetting off to mexico in five days (so is my family, but we're not staying with them so it's all good). and tattoo #2, the one that we're both getting, is apparantely happening on saturday + i'm paying her back for it in $10/week installments. i have no cash until i get tips from work over the next few days, + my bank account is getting pitiful so i'm trying not to take any money out. my mom's not going to know about this one.. and my dad, yeah he still doesn't know about the one i have. oh well.
i need new music to listen to. suggestions, anyone?
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[21 Jun 2005|12:39am] |
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sometimes i want to live without technology. i feel entirely too overwhelmed by it: cellphones and i-pods and digital cable and computers and all.. videogame systems and hand-held whateverthefucks. we don't need it all. that being said, i got a laptop as my graduation present from my parents and i love the sound the keys make when i type. and the fact that i can sprawl across my bed while writing this. but yeah really, fuck technology.
i think my body is getting me back for all the ways in which i punish it. either that or i'm still not sleeping enough, shock shock. i have that gross about-to-get-sick-but-no-real-symptoms feeling, you know? it didn't help that i had to wake up ridiculously early today to go take placement tests at temple. on top of that, apparantely i took the express train (i forgot about those, and even if i didn't, i have no idea when they stop running).. so it passed my stop and i had to get off at market east + take a cab back to temple, which annoyed my non-morning-person self. but i got there at 7:45 on the dot, like i was supposed to, clutching my red bull for dear life. and thankgod tim was there or else i would have completely lost it. i mean i did completely lose it, but at least we lost it together. we were being completely obnoxious and ridiculous with our a.d.d and cabin fever.. but that's what you get when you trap people in a building for approximately seven hours. that's right, seven. so you can imagine my state of being by the time i got home. luckily my dad was in the city still, so i didn't have to borrow money from tim to take the damn train. but i did go out with the girls tonight for a bit.. we did dinner + d-town. haha when we were at planet smoothie, alex + some other people were sitting outside and he decided to put his ass up against the window while we were inside. somehow the boy managed to bump into the glass and make a huge crack in it. he just stood there looking like a bewildered little kid who broke mom's favourite vase or something, then he just turned and dashed away while the chick at the register stood there like "what the fuck?".. it was one of those you had to be there things, but it was so hilarious.. that kid cracks me up.
in other news, i made a new screen name but i'm not sure if i should use it.
nervous at the hips
(it's from a bronx song)
oui? no?
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[19 Jun 2005|03:58pm] |
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( my favourite pictures from earlier this weekend. )
yesterday was grad parties, playing little kid board games @ sam's with bob (rob!) + dylan, grand finals (after four hours of waiting), + icecream. but that's a whole other series of photos..
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[18 Jun 2005|04:07am] |
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tonight was the period at the end of a twelve year sentence. growing up, i always thought eighteen was that magic age when i would have it all. when i could squeeze every last bit of irresponsibility out of life, and be old enough to do virtually whatever i wanted but young enough to still have people say "no".. and young enough to be overjoyed at the fact that i was doing it anyway. it was always that idealistic point to strive towards. well, here i am. and that's exactly what this age is.
high school was great for me. i mean that sincerely, without my usual snobbery. i said whatever i felt like saying, wore what i wanted, acted however i wanted.. and that's that. struggling to fit in is a bunch of bullshit, if you ask me. sure, people have disliked me for reasons that i can understand, or no reason at all.. but it was never two-sided. i am graduating with not one enemy and not one regret. all throughout these years, i talked to whoever i decided i got along with. it's impossible to not be conscious of who was a cheerleader and who was a stoner and who was a punk kid and who was on what sports team, but i never CARED. when you're younger, horribly made and horribly cliched movies, tv shows, and books tell you that high school is a place where cliques, trends, stereotypes, and drama run rampant. meaning, cliques are merciless but you will spend every waking moment trying to be in one anyway. meaning, if you don't dress the right way or like the right things, expect to be miserable. meaning, you had better figure out which social category you belong to and stick to it. meaning, your best friend one day is your arch nemesis the next and some people are out there to ruin your life. it's funny, i saw all of this. and i saw people succumb to all of this. but i WASN'T it. the way i see it, you're stuck in a building with these people. and while i'm not truly attached to most of them, and i'm fine with the fact that we probably won't talk in a few years, the fact of the matter is.. you have to entertain yourself somehow.
i'd like to say that i'm proud of my accomplishments, but the truth is i hardly ever put forth any effort. i never studied. i bullshitted papers because i'm good at it. i constantly came in late, left early or didn't go to school at all in favor of random adventures. i'd stay out late the night before and come in half-conscious. sophomore year, i'd just generally come in fucked-up. all through high school i managed a's, b's, and a c or two (there was also that d in trig that we don't talk about). i knew i wouldn't have a problem getting into temple or drexel, which were my only two choices and they're both good schools. in college, i'm not going to be able to get away with getting by like that. so i'm honestly glad i took advantage of it now.
as far as teachers go, there are exactly two who have actually influenced me. all the other teachers i've had, however nice they may have been, were simply there to feed me information. which is the black and white definition of what a teacher is supposed to do, i guess. at any rate, these two were my i.m.g (gifted program or whatever) teachers, ms. niekoski and mr. buday. gifted classes stimulated me in a way that many other years of schooling failed to do. instead of stifling originality and bombarding us with rules, they encouraged us to run rampant with bizarre ideas and original thought. i had ms. ni during sophomore year and again this year. she wrote in my yearbook that i was one of the most creative students she's ever had and that she expects great things from me, which made me smile. i had mr. buday in ninth grade, then again in my junior year. he always gave these passionate speeches that usually had nothing to do with what we were supposed to be learning.. but since when is that ever important? he's this off-the-wall, hilarious hippy guy but he's also so articulate and inspiring to listen to. he would randomly throw out quotes ranging from buddist proverbs to things like, "if you own a rug, you own too much" (jack kerouac).. speaking of kerouac, he was the one who really got me into him. he was great to talk to about art, literature, music, everything with. not to mention he wrote me the nicest college reccomendation letter.
my family is obviously another important factor. we get along well, and i'm really thankful for that. my parents have given me more freedom than most high school kids i knew had. they knew i was going to do what i wanted no matter what, so they interfered minimally and trusted that i wouldn't go too far with anything. there are some things they'll never know about me, because if i told them they'd be incredibly dissappointed.. but my mom knows a whole lot about me, because when it comes down to it.. who better to talk to things about? she always tells me to take advantage of these years: get all dolled-up, go exploring, meet random people.. experience the world through the best set of eyes i'll have in my entire life. sometimes she writes me random letters in her non-grammatical english, just to tell me how she thinks i'm doing and stuff. and other times she comes home with shopping bags full of things for me, or we go to the city or go do lunch and she's just an awesome person to have around.
then there was, of course, chris. we were a fumbling, clumsy, frantic, amazing teenage lovestory. our relationship and our friendship affected me and changed me tremendously. the three years after we broke up were filled with people asking me "so who's your boy of the week, alina?" because all i did after him was jump around from replacement to replacement.. get frustrated and swear off everyone for a month or so, then get bored and the cycle would begin again. i have yet to establish a connection with anyone else the way that i did with him. he knew me at my core, stripped of all pretenses and inhibitions. i don't know what i would have done without him over the years.. his advice, his criticism, his understanding. he broke me, fixed me, moved me to write, to improve myself, to THINK for christ's sake. i was incredibly lucky to experience something like this so early in life, but also unfortunate because now i've got terribly high standards when it comes to boyfriends.
i have a best friend, vera, whom i have known since elementary school when i still lived in philly. if i believed in a god, i would thank him/her/it for her every single day of my life. she keeps my sanity together. the way we perfectly complement each other is evident after being around us for five minutes. we have this unspoken understanding that transcends common interests + inside jokes. we can sit and talk for hours about everything and nothing. this girl and i have hands-down, THE best adventures ever. she's one of the most generous, understanding, downright fascinating human beings i have ever met in my life. i know she's going to be making toasts at my wedding and her kids are going to play with my kids however many years down the road. this girl is already like a member of my family and i love her to death. i have a handful of other veryclose friends, but she's on a whole other level, so she gets her own paragraph. the only time i felt even close to crying at graduation was when a picture of the two of us came up on the slide show.. she's the fucking laverne to my shirley, the romey to my michelle, the ethel to my lucy.. haha yeah.
i'm awfully fucking misplaced in this town, and as far as i'm concerned, highschool was a four-year waiting room that i paced around in while waiting for my life to truly start. but while i was there, i had a lot of awesome times.. and tonight was a reminder, in really subtle ways, of just how lucky i am to have the friends i have.
after graduation, i went out for dinner with my family.. went to ryan's grad party for a bit, then met up with like 20 people at kid's kastle where we sat around the big wooden castle smoking black+milds, running around the playground, singing cliche beginning-of-summer-pop-punk songs and talking about how trippy it is that it's all over. then me + juls went to d-town and randomly stole jeff clark from these chicks he was hanging out with, haha. then we went to kenny's and hung out with a bunch of drunk boys.. me + kenny had a drink-off and i won, so apparantely from henceforth my nickname is 'vodka'.. oh so clever. and now i'm home, eating cold chinese food and thinking a lot. it's still sinking in that i'm fucking done high school. tomorrow's goal is to hit up as many grad parties as possible in a twenty-four hour period. my current goal is to sleep more than four hours for once.
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[16 Jun 2005|12:38pm] |
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a word to the wise: don't stay out until 1 a.m when you have to wake up at 6 the next morning to take finals. ha, it's all scott's fault.
more words to the wise: but if you do, drink alot of red bull and the problem is solved.
but, i am now done with finals. and highschool. and i'll write more on that after graduation (which is tomorrow). my day so far has consisted of school for a lil bit lil bit, and going out for chinese with maria, juls + vera. i think a nap is in order.
so let's make fun of the yearbook. they spelled my last name wrong in senior favourites. they also spelled warminster wrong. and succeed. and organized. i'm sure there are more. haha and julie's picture is in there twice, once under some unknown chick's name? you gotta love tennent. actually, i'm surprised they spelled tennent right.
someone was playing "time of your life" when they were driving out of the parking lot, and of course they probably planned it, but for a second or two i got a little bit sad.
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| school today consisted of monty python and bill+ted's excellent adventure. |
[13 Jun 2005|03:47pm] |
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last night, patrick + i went on a late-night adventure to the churchville nature center. i definitely haven't been there in years.. we walked down to where the lake was, climbed under the guardrails right next to the road + perched over the water while cars went zooming by behind our backs. we kept hearing frogs croaking + i got petrified thinking about one jumping on me (yeah, i'm scared of strange things) so we walked around until it got entirely too creepy, because at nighttime everything around there looks like a picturesque horrormovie scene ready to happen. so we just sat in my car listening to mogwai, haha. i'm all about the outdoors lately though.. i spend entirely too much time trapped in some building or another, or in the city. i want to go back there in daylight sometime soon. and maybe bring some bug spray..
also on my want-to-do-list: watch i♥huckabees (still haven't seen it).. and do shrooms. too often lately i've been hearing glorious stories about shrooms and my curiosity is getting the best of me. the only thing is, i hate everything about mushrooms. hm.. anyway.
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| who got 100 on their performance final presentation? this girl! |
[10 Jun 2005|03:56pm] |
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this is me killing time before work. it's kindasorta thunderstorming.. i wish a giant lightning bolt would hit a tree, and have the tree fall across the doorway leading to friday's. just for tonight. tonight i want it to downpour, and i want to not have work so i can go to kid's kastle + run around in the rain instead, and then go smoke a bowl, and then go to a diner. i think that sounds perfect right about now.
last night was doylestown, watching in dire need play, hanging out with juls, her work friends + their friends in some guy's backyard with tiki torches + horsehoes.. and the night before that was pat, + rita's waterice, + hanging out with my russians. and today.. sadly, was my very last friday of writing myself a note to come into school late after going out to breakfast. that's the kind-of shit that i'll miss about highschool.
i also have to mention that i bought a mini bulletin board for $1.00 and i want to fill it with clutter, and then take polaroids of people to tack up onto it to make an even bigger mess. except i don't have a polaroid camera.
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| so begins my last full week of highschool. |
[07 Jun 2005|09:14pm] |
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first off.. livejournal is all good and fine and we write about our days and this and that and such and such, but every once in a while someone writes something that really resonates with yours truly. case in point, something alisha wrote the other day.. hopefully she won't mind me putting in an excerpt:
"..dont you wish theyd quit opening doors and opening their mouths and wallets when all you want is a little respect, not charm or dinner or money or a good fucking. i mean dont you wish we could just all be equal, just meet someone we liked and tell them that, instead of this "wait three days then call" bullshit or "dont call them let them call you" or whatever. i mean why do we feel the need to play games like we have somewhere better to be, or someone better to be seeing? why are we afraid to say "you know i would rather be here with you than anywhere else in the world;" why is that such a scary thought? isnt a good thing? why are we so jealous and possessive and afraid, why do we try to force people into liking us or talk them into us like they need convincing?
i dont want someone who needs convincing. i want someone who will say "i like you, simple as that" and leave it at that. why does it have to be more complicated? why do we have to analyze and categorize everything? why does everything need a label? why must i be something you can put your finger on? why are we all so goddamn afraid of things that could be good for us?"
[-abraxa)
mhmmm.
outside of that.. isn't it funny how you can not see someone for a long time, and you never knew them well to begin with, but then you hang out with them and you talk nonstop + get along like you've known each other forever? it has to have been over a year at least since i've seen pat. he went with me to mr. tennent last night and we sat there having a.d.d the whole time, while ryan voelker tore shit up with his guitar (the boy plays with his teeth for chrissake.. he's so fucking good), mr. all american dan klenk rapped to will smiff and tim was just being a riot in a way that only tim can. it was hilarious, and of course dan klenk won because he's king of the universe at large. when we got out it was thunderstorming hardcore and it was gorgeous.. so we walked slowly to my car, got drenched to the bone + ended up at lancer's with vera, juls + franco for the rest of the night. + i laughed so uncontrollably hard that i cried, and even then it pretty much wouldn't stop. that's about all i have to say on that.. so let's all laugh at pat wearing my jacket:
we own the same belt, isn't that precious.
in other news, today i saw casey for the first time in forever, and margaret bought me rita's waterice.. which made me incredibly happy even if it was lemon. supwithyou?
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[05 Jun 2005|02:52pm] |
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you know what i like? the train ride home from the morning after, when i look (and smell) like garbage.. with a cinnamon raisin bagel in one hand, a mountain dew and my i-pod in my lap, and the other hand holding the phone while my friends + i tell each other about our nights. and i like minimal sleep, hanging out with mike, frank's new house in west philly with kids crowding the stoop and a chinese place on the corner, and walking around the city late at night.
you know what i don't like? being stuck waiting for the train last night with five drunk guys, beer, and having to go to work soon.
it's so hot outside.. summer has arrived.
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[02 Jun 2005|08:39pm] |
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i need to stop thinking schoolnights are weekends because i end up walking around like a zombie in school the next day. last night i hung out with jeff + his homies. basically the only words you need to know are: jones soda, gravity bong, and massage chair. yess.
in other news, i would kill for some rita's waterice.
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[31 May 2005|09:41pm] |
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this gnawing-on-the-inside-of-my-lips-whilst-thinking (note: i don't know what 'whilst' means or when to use it, but i like the way it sounds) habit is awful because i end up with a mouthful of blood and not much more.
i really don't deserve my life as it is. let alone, anything more. my constant, silly lists of wants, though, are never anything extravagant. i want to be awakened creatively and challenged intellectually (see also: be stunned into silence and impressed into amazement). to be kept doubtless and made sleepless. the exchanging of truths instead of just giving away my own. now, tell me, is that easier or harder than wanting to win the lottery or meet your idol? (after all.. i did meet daryl palumbo ♥)
a few days ago, quite out of nowhere, vera started with an "honestly, alina.." followed by telling me that when i really open up, i have the ability to captivate everyone around me. that she sees it happen very rarely, but when it does it lights up a room. it wasn't an add-on to some compliment or anything like that.. just some random observation of hers and i really appreciated it.
i can hear summer tiptoeing down the hall. graduation is on the 17th. mentally, i graduated a long time ago (ask me when the last time i did schoolwork was.. and then ask me how good my grades are). i'm getting more hours at work which is good because a second tattoo, vacation shopping, shows, and assorted adventures require more money than i have. i've realized this after draining my hard-earned bank account in recent weeks. but it was all worth it!
oh, and.
there are exactly five pictures from prom here:
http://community.webshots.com/album/358208833PpHuWq
then my username ran out of space so the rest of them are here:
http://community.webshots.com/user/cosmopolitans2
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[30 May 2005|06:46pm] |
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so i finally got the internet back. there's a lot to write about but i'll try to condense it. i'll start with friday, i guess.
friday was my senior prom, which i was actually really stoked about. i ended up checking my watch every five minutes all night. i had so much more fun at senior prom last year, because last year's seniors were awesome.. and my date was the boy i had a crush on all first semester. our grade is just.. nothing outstanding. i'm friends with pretty much everyone and they're nice kids but, i don't know.. it was dissapointing. afterwards i had no idea what to do with myself. i wasn't going down the shore 'cause i thought i was going up the mountains for the rest of the weekend. so you know what i ended up doing after prom? i took boyer to my house so he could sleep, took julie home, got changed + hung out with scott. am i a selfish bitch? sure. but truth be told, it was better than any of my other options + i was smiling more than i had been all night. the next day, we were supposed to go to tom's house in the poconos and i don't know what the hell happened with that. me, nikki, sam, + juls ended up going to the city. we meandered down south street and ran across some uh, interesting people. nikki got a tattoo + me and sam got asked to pose for some dude's magazine.. and we had lorenzo's of course. afterwards we went to lancer's and some guys invited us to their party. we decided to go check it out.. and before you know it, we're covered in lei's, sam's wearing a coconut bra, and i'm running around in a straw hat chugging everclear mixed with rum and fruit punch. good tiiimes. yesterday i went to copabanana with vera + russian julie and then sam + nikki called and said they were going to shampoo, so we went.. besides the gross guys that molest you on the dance floor, it was a lot of fun + i ended up dancing with this boy i had my eye on all night. so needless to say, i came home with blisters. today has just been straight up nausea and stomach cramps.. not too sure if i can make it out of the house. tomorrow is senior cut day, anyway.. six flags is a definite possibility, but then again this girl is definitely BROKE.
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| out of sheer curiosity.. |
[17 May 2005|05:17pm] |
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does anyone read this? maybe i'll save myself the trouble and write in brief sentences.
amityville horror isn't all that scary.. i saw it last night + we had more fun hollering across the movie theatre at each other. new hope today was nice.. midtown is tonight. should be some good nostalgia.
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| and i told daryl he was my fucking god, haha. |
[15 May 2005|03:38pm] |
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i haven't written in a while.. so i guess i'll write a novel about my weekend.
friday we went out to breakfast + then to a playground, where we ran around like a bunch of little kids. tom, carolyn + genny went back to school, + me and vera decided that going to the city was a better option. we went to south street and sat on the second floor of starbucks, watching stores open up + the streets fill with people. then we did a little shopping, and as we were walking past the pontiac grille, some guy asked us if we wanted to be in a video that they were shooting upstairs. we laughed at him + continued walking, and then some chick with a clipboard called us over and asked us the same thing. so we figured, eh what the hell. we went upstairs + found that they were shooting some hip-hop video. i still don't know the name of the group, but they had a punk band backing them up on the song so it sounded pretty cool. they had some token video hoochies in awful outfits + me + vera got a kick out of them 'cause most of them were butterfaces. the director made us come up front for the crowd scene, but we sort-of tried to not stand out 'cause everyone else was all dressed up or thugged out and we looked out of place. eventually these tall guys went in front of us so i'm not sure how much we were seen. but it was an.. experience. + it's supposed to show up on BET sometime soon, haha. we went to northeast philly + roosevelt mall, and then i had to go to work. after work, vera + russian julie came over + we went to this guy mike's party. we didn't know anyone, but then we saw cody from electric rembrandt (where i got my tattoo) and as per usual the night ended up with people standing around me going "watch that girl chug vodka!".. haha vera said that's how i usually make friends. julie slept over + we died. i didn't get much sleep, and before i knew it i had to get dressed + go to tom's. a bunch of us journeyed over to lancaster to see head automatica. but first i have to mention the fact that we went to this bigass buffet called the schmogasbord (spellcheck anyone?) and it was badass.. but yeah, the show was at the chameleon club + we had to sit through shitty bands. as soon as vendetta red announced their last song, i bolted across the room, pummeled my way through, and settled comfortably in the third row. ha's set was one big dance party.. it was good times. afterwards, i wanted to leave 'cause a static lullaby was about to go on, but matt lips wanted to see them so we had to stay.. and i'm really glad we did. we were just standing around, and tom elbowed me and pointed.. and who do i see but daryl palumbo just standing there with the keyboard player from ha. i went over and talked to him for a little.. got a picture with him, which i never do but he's my fucking idol so i felt it was only necessary. he was looking through my camera + i felt dumb because the only pictures i took during ha's set were of him 'cause i couldn't get any good ones of the band so i deleted them. i was all smiles after that though. i fell asleep on the way back + by the time we got to tom's i was too dead to go anywhere else but home. ohh and p.s: i put up a picture of my tattoo on myspace. it's not that good and you can't see the whole thing, but it's something.
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| quick summary: life is awesome. |
[08 May 2005|11:59am] |
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could exist on a diet of strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, mt. dew and rum. i mean, if i had to.
need to buy a lot of flats for running around the universe in, because constant heels/stilettos make my toes ache, and flip-flops are unstylish.
want to go on a middle-of-the-night picnic in fairmount park or bryn athen.
love my i-pod and how the month of may makes everything wonderful. and the fact that my mom cried when she got my mother's day card + present (three b+w framed photos of me + my sister).
am too lazy to read back on ten gajillion entries on my friendslist. so if anything of interest has happened to you, like winning the lottery or a drug overdose, kindly let me know.
miss kissing you-and-you-will-probably-read-this.
will sort-of get the house to myself for a week.. minus having my sister there. my ever-traveling parents are leaving for the french riviera on tuesday.
p.s: and i'll upload pictures of my tattoo soon.
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[04 May 2005|04:16pm] |
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hello.. i'm alive, in case anyone was wondering. i can't seem to remember what's happened since the last time i wrote in here. the usual hanging out with lots of random people (and still not fully breaking old habits, to paraphrase g.u.k), skipping classes, assorted adventures here + there.. and i finally got my tattoo. it didn't hurt a bit, and we made friends with the boys who work there.. haha me + vera are making them dinner tomorrow. but yeah, i'll post a picture of my tattoo or something when i'm on my computer at home. later g's.
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[28 Apr 2005|08:44pm] |
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aesop rock. |
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finally, we got to electric rembrandt while they were open.. the guy was super nice + took my really vague idea and went with it. now, i have to go back + make the actual appointment.. i wanted to talk to my mom first + have her write something out for me to make sure it's correct. it's small + simple, but i'm pretty stoked.
there is no way of saying 'there's this boy i hope i get to see soon' without sounding silly.
especially because, the thing is-- hmm.
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