| "I think I may be gay," Tom said, half in Earnest |
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The Passion of the Schist
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[19 Jan 2006|10:34pm] |
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OMGZZZ I MAED T3H NEW JERNILZZZ!!!!!!!! That I might actually keep up with! Add me @ THIS URL. Okay!
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| Addendum: |
[01 Jul 2005|12:19pm] |
I have tasted sweet, sweet, indirect (i.e. having nothing to do with me, whatsoever) revenge. For more info, I once again refer you to my boss' blog.
ETA: OOOOOOAAAAAAAAGUGGGGGGGGGUUUUUUUUUUUUJJJJJJJJJJHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Just go to www.motormouth.myblogsite.com, goddamnit.
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| A Myspace Bulletin: |
[01 Jul 2005|12:17pm] |
"WHEN YOU ALREADY START READING THIS DONT STOP OR ELSE SUMTHIN BAD WILL HAPPEN ..... MY NAME IS SUMMER...I AM 15 YEARS OLD WITH BLONDE HAIR AND SCARY EYES I ALSO SUCK ALOT OF DICK IM A SLUT. I HAVE NO NOSE OR EARS. I AM DEAD. IF U DO NOT REPOST THIS IN THE NEXT 5 MIN., I WILL APPEAR TONIGHT BY YOUR BED WITH A KNIFE AND KILL YOU. THIS IS NO JOKE SOMETHING GOOD WILL HAPPEN TO U TONIGHT AT 10:22. SOMEONE WILL CALL U OR TALK TO U ONLINE AND SAY I LOVE YOU. DONT BREAK IT"
...Indeed!
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[13 Jun 2005|05:25pm] |
MJ IS FREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAPPY HAPPY!
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[29 May 2005|02:29pm] |
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Goodbye, Angel-Ahhh. I will miss your hot boobies and hot bum. When is your tag sale?
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[24 May 2005|12:53pm] |
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Oh and in other dreams, I had a completely random sex dream about you last night, Alison. Yes, you, Alison Downs. Don't worry, I won't try to get in your pants. Unless you ask sweetly.
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| Los Angeles, I'm yours! |
[24 May 2005|11:27am] |
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Going into Boston to see the Decemberists tomorrow with Lora. Our names are so similar, how could we not have a blast?
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[10 May 2005|03:31pm] |
I'm sick of cleaning out my closets, and I'm waiting for Trista, who may or may not have stood me up for our catching-up-date, so now I have one of those awkward amounts of time which I could only spend masturbating or diddling around on the internet. And since my bed is covered with stuff from inside my closets, I'm doing the latter.
I applied for a full-time gig at Goodwill, but the manager was acting a fool. Not sure if I want that to pan out or not. It could be really cool, and the location is just about perfect, at least for now. Hmm. Patty Hinckley hasn't called me back about taking me as her seamstress-ly apprentice, although I think the message I left her sounded something like, "HITHISISCORAGAULINI'MINTERESTEDINFINDINGWORKASATAILORIWASWONDERINGIFICOULDCOMEBYCUSTOMSEWINGANDLEARNFROMYOUORMAYBEYOUKNOWSOMEONEELSECLOSEBYMYNUMBERISBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHIAMTHEFASTESTTALKERINTHEWORLD." So maybe I should try calling again in a few days.
I finally talked to my dad about school. I told him why I think design school is, at least in my situation, a waste of my time and his money, and to my ultimate suprise, he took it well. He said I should look into business courses, which I think is a grand idea. Another tick mark on the "Proof Cora is Unnecessarily Anxious About Most Everything" List.
In other news, we managed to stave off the death of the van for a bit longer. Let the carhunt begin. Not to mention the money-saving.
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[03 May 2005|01:48pm] |
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The Janet is back.
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[26 Apr 2005|04:24pm] |
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It seems sort of silly to update at this point, having skipped so much it'll take me at least more than anyone would care to read to get caught up. But that's me for you, and I'm going to do it anyway, because I'm feeling heavy-hearted and silly and I'd like to recount all the crazy shit that put me here. I hope it doesn't wrankle anyone to read this. If so, well I suppose don't read it.
Nate and I broke up. About two months ago. March fifth, I believe, but don't quote me on that. Details have been a little fuzzy the past few months. I broke up with him to work on myself, to get my shit together, to start a life on my own. Of course, being the emotional retard that I am, I had to go and get myself involved with Adam, who happened to be both of our best friend. I most definitely did not mean for this to happen. It sure as hell made things more complicated. It sure as hell caused a lot of ridiculous high school-esque drama. But boy, I really like him. And I can't help but think that's ok. I mean, these things happen. The context is unfortunate to say the least, but I think once we both have our lives under control, Adam and I can be good for eachother.
Man, I sure summarized that in the briefest way possible. I suppose I'll elaborate sometime.
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[17 Apr 2005|10:55pm] |
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GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
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[04 Apr 2005|06:42pm] |
Pilgrim Candle is old and busted.
Appleton Street is the new hotness.
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| This is cool enough to actually make an update about. |
[21 Feb 2005|07:21pm] |
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So yesterday I was at work right, and I'm getting ice cream for some lady, and all of a sudden, I hear, "Could you tell me where the Iron Horse is?" in a pretty distinctive voice. So I look up, and yes, Colin Meloy was standing there, talking to me. So I'm like, "Oh! I love your band!" and proceed to jump over the counter to point out Center Street to him. He smelled like stale cigarettes. That's all.
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| Drastic Life Changes, Part One. |
[12 Dec 2004|02:24pm] |
Alright. So besides being a total waste of time and money, this semester has given me the final push toward what I knew was coming anyway: I'm taking next semester off. I'm getting a full time job, and I'm learning how to be accountable for myself, once and for all. See, my parents are protective to a fault. So protective that now, as I am being thrust into the adult world, I have absolutely no idea what to do, and at the slightest sign of discomfort, my parents help me out as best they can: with more money. I can't manage money, I can't manage my time, I can manage anything at all. I'm going to get myself into therapy and kick my ridiculously pervasive anxiety right in the behind. I'm going to set up a website for my clothing/purses/what-have-you [more details to come on this]. I'll probably take Spanish at HCC in the spring, and one or two classes over the summer, and then go full-time in the fall. Then back to WSC for spring 2006, because I really do like WSC, and I'm pretty sure I need a friendly, helpful environment like that. I'm going to do a double major, Spanish and Early childhood education.
I told my mom about this, and she totally understood where I was coming from. Good god, I love her. Lucky we're so alike. She asked me if I wanted her to tell dad, and I said I'd tell him myself because that's what grownups do.
Time to tie up loose ends. I'll be moving out of my completely unused dorm this week. God Lora, you must really hate me. I'm sorry I never explained anything to you. I'm not sure I ever understood myself anyway.
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[07 Dec 2004|05:52pm] |
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GIP! MMMMMMMMM, Colin.
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| When you find out your landlord is a mysogynist... |
[29 Nov 2004|06:30pm] |
So. Barney's son Brian just came upstairs asking for Nate. Jess and I explained that Nate wasn't home, and asked if there was anything we could help him with. He said Barney had just bought a new pool table and needed help carrying it in, so we get our coats on and go down. Barney sees us, and is all, "Oh, this is too heavy for you girls, when is Nate coming home?"
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GFUDIGVUSWIHUIASHXIAUHUIPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There are two of us. Two medium-sized girls can easily lift as much as Nate. Not saying Nate's a wuss or anything, but Jess and I put together weigh about two-thirds more than Nate.
I'm sure everyone on my f-list knows this already, but I HATEHATEHATEHATE HATE being taken for granted just because I am a female. It's easily my biggest pet peeve/social concern. I mean, sure I am smaller than most males. But I've beat a good many boys arm-wrestling, and I'm not a goddamn wussy. I can help you move your stupid pool table inside if you need me to. Grr.
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[12 Nov 2004|02:24pm] |
Please, please, please r/r over at my poetry journal.
::puppy eyes::
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) patient_motor!
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[04 Nov 2004|04:10pm] |
I'm going to be positive. I'm going to make a list of nice happy things I've got going for me. Thanks Michelle, for helping to put things in perspective.
Wee!
1. I have an extra-special, sexy, best friend-ly, awesome, wicked cool boyfriend, and our three year anniversary is coming up in a few months.
2. My knitting is getting better. I learned ssk, yo, dpns, an a few other things that probably only other knitters would understand.
3. I've got clothing design ideas up the wahzoo, and a skechbook to keep them in, and my mom just scored a FUCKING HUGE BOX OF BIAS TAPE at a yard sale for us to share.
4. I brought my keyboard to Westfield, and have actually been practicing fairly regularly.
5. I'm reading Me Talk Pretty One Day, which is a really excellent book that makes me feel pretty good about myself.
6. My new haircut is cute, and makes me feel not so attached to the current state of my hair, so that I may dye it obnoxious colors and it will grow out more quickly and not all fall out.
7. I can't exactly remember, but I must be past my one-month vegetarian anniversary. It's going well, and I've accidentally lost five pounds, which is always welcome.
8. DRESDEN DOLLS!
9. I have a wonderful, loving family, and
10. Equally super-duper friends.
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[03 Nov 2004|06:57pm] |
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I don't care how annoying this is to anyone, and I don't care that you've all read it about eight million times already. We're fucked. I think I'm working on a pretty impressive panic attack.
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