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[Aug. 22nd, 2007|12:58 am] |
i find something incredibly serene
about the juxtaposition of the vacant boats on lake michigan
against chicago's night skyline.
something about that makes me feel like i can
do very big things
with my life. |
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| my brain and tongue just met. |
[Dec. 22nd, 2006|02:49 am] |
| [ | music |
| | fleetwood mac attack. | ] |
stream of conciousness caused by impending unconciousness [sleep]:
st. louis, you are good to me. in moderation.
i'm a sucker for shitty music and can't stop listening to the new fall out boy song
friscomeltfriscomeltfriscomeltinmybellyyyyyyy
bob + liz + natalie + sarah = yes plz (oh yeah, buckwheat and zachary too)
i sleep till 2 every day but am still too lazy to put sheets on my bed
gurl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song
i'm trying really, really hard to act like i'm ok with not talking to you every day
thrift shopping to spend money to feed my addiction to clothing tomorrow
foggy streets/55 degree weather/open windows/praise and worship songs?
i haven't wrapped a single present
i love swan u
i really want postsecret 1 & 2 and keep forgetting to put it on my christmas list
there's a song i want to write, but i'm afraid of being too honest and you hearing it
i miss stuart
i miss ricky
nick, ashlee, the boys, levi's people
but most of all,
( i miss you. )
you know how i feel about you being halfway across the country.
you are all i ever needed in a friend, and there's a pretty monumental void left in my heart.
but like i've always said,
i'm not worried.
soulmatez
[feeling-eating/internetting/serenades/hand-holding...while you puked on stuart/girls night/hot tub, or wait, bathtub/triangle of tits/water bong/"matthew, have you ever been with two women at once?"/fernando/classroom crushes in general/cobrasnaking/chanel black satin nail polish/giraffes in abundance/peer pressure/angry drunk nights/destruction at its classiest/hugs/luff/so much more.]
nvr 4gt. <3 |
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| call me a safe bet. |
[Dec. 8th, 2006|06:57 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | snot in my throat. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | tapes 'n tapes on repeat. | ] |
significant happenings in the past few days:
+ spent $18.64 at village discount outlet and basically bought the best clothes of my life.
+ got trained in men's at levis. cool, now i get to fall in love twenty-seven times a day.
+ south loop club BUFFALO CHICKEN NUGGET WRAP.
+ not getting called into work today, and waking up next to that stupid boy i'm obsessed with. sorry you always have to hear about it.
i can't find my gameboy, so you should know what kind of mood i'm in.
i'm also congested, and when i think about thursday my heart sinks straight to china.
patti seely? yes. u-haul? u-bet not.
i think once this winter's done i'm chopping my hair off.
if there's anything to say
if there's anything to do
if there's any other way
i'll do anything for you
oh & this is my dad in his college band.
sitting on the fence.
i love you, bob hemmer. |
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| clean apartment, clean heart. |
[Dec. 4th, 2006|01:09 am] |
| [ | music |
| | i really only listen to michelle branch. ever. | ] |
i've tried to update like 3 times in the past week, and each time i gave up because honestly, i don't have much to say.
i called in for the first time to work today, but it was worth it to me. i got to see jenn and alexa and get far too intoxicated and all that good stuff. i figured since i actually was off maybe i'd get stuff done, right?
well by the time i got back to the UC i managed to internet until i thought my eyeballs were going to fall out. but then i felt bad so in the past 3 hours i've managed to do three loads of laundry (including my sheets and...gasp...gocky), clean out the coagulation of mold in the sink and do all the dishes i've had in there for about a month, clean up 2 of my other 3 roommate's shit, vaccuum the whole apartment, and wet jet the hell outta the kitchen. just call me june fucking cleaver.
in two weeks i'm losing half my heart, and at least once a day i get a hefty gathering of tears in the back of my eyes just thinking about it.
my only consolation is that i still have my 'mos and a boy toy that i'm pretty much head over feet for.
but other than that, i'm not going to have anyone to hang out with over christmas break, sooo if anyone likes super mario, succulent salmon, serenades, and serious snugglin', let a sister know.
i feel like i have everything i need right now,
and i'm scared to death of losing it all.
give me something to write a song about.
and because i feel like a massive picture post, (and because sarah and i read a bunch of old ljs today)
( remember last year? )
good times. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 12th, 2006|08:32 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | infectious smiley fries. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | YOU MUST NOT KNOW 'BOUT ME | ] |
this weekend brought so much joy to my heart. i got to see my bfffffff shae, who came to chi-town. it's so nice having someone that's known you since the time when you still pronounced your L's with W's. to have known her this long and still love her just the same (and vice versa) is truly one of the most beautiful things to me. i love you shaeeeeeee(one).
AND THEN SWAN U CAME. don't ask what swansea united is, you won't get it. just know they are the most amazing boys from home and they light up my life. we wreaked havoc and then i climbed into bed, only to hear 5 minutes later whispering outside my door. then i heard "ok GO" and 2 seconds later i was in a swan u sandwich and i was content.
today i spent too much time alone
& we all know how i get when i spend too much time alone.
i convince myself the world is out to get me
and i listen to beyonce's new song on repeat 87 million times, and i cry when i watch her perform it,
i play guitar for 3 hours straight,
and then i cheer myself up by making smiley fries and watching an episode of 7th heaven.
except nobody knows how upset i was to find out that the herbal essences tingle shampoo doesn't tingle in the slightest.
oh sundays.
i just had the biggest dance party in my room, alone.
you know, it's not him that's impossible,
it's me. |
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| oscilloscopes & handsome blokes. |
[Nov. 8th, 2006|05:32 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | pitterpatter. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | i haven't turned off the wreckers for a whole week. | ] |
good ole joci snuck her dog into the UC for the past 3 days.
so, you know, i've just been bidin' my time with little penny.
i can't handle it.
anyway,
i know about 348928412 people coming into town this weekend. i'm probably going to spontaneously combust with love.
although this is the busiest i've been all year, i'm feeling pretty content.
plus, today i'm wearing a dress, so i'm pretty much invincible.
i've been reading more. i've been eating better. i've been playing a lot of music, learning new stuff. i'm working all the time, obv.
but i still think my heart is going to get in over its head. oh well, i kinda like it that way.
we've been studying hippies and the counterculture revolution in popular contemporary music. holy hell. so amazing. now i remember why when i was in 4th-7th grade i wanted to be a hippie. (i literally wore flared jeans with embroidered flowers and those little plastic flowers clipped onto the braids in my hair.) only just take away the drugs and leave the peace, love, and rock 'n roll, please.
i'm going to fail my physics of music midterm.
is it sad that i only want to go to class because i don't want to waste the cute outfit i'm wearing?
who am i.
let's hang out. |
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| stand still, look pretty. |
[Nov. 4th, 2006|01:51 am] |
| [ | music |
| | the wreckers...i can't stop. seriously. | ] |
here i am, 1:30 on a friday night, and i just finished cleaning my room.
I AM WILD & CRAZYYYYY
but it's cool. i'm ok with it. i didn't get back from work til 11, and i'm burnt out from halloween weekend anyway.
i do have a surprise guest...mister adam laiben. (my ex)
so hopefully i'll get to see him more before the weekend's over.
speaking of halloween - if anyone could tell me what the hell happened last weekend/tuesday night, that'd be great.
the other night stuart, ricky and i went down for a nice late dinner, but much to our dismay we ended up with
CONFESSIONS OF A DINING EMPORIUM SECURITY GUARD LADY:
and i quote,
"so i was doin' it with this dude that i mean had this fatty dick and he was doin' me from behind and i was like OH DADDY pullin' my hair 'n shit, and then i come home to my husband and he's all like oooh gurl i luv you...so i was like damn. then i had to fuck him too!"
"gurl one day you is gonna get some dick and you are gonna love it."
and my personal favorite,
"yeah you know i'm horny. this mofuckin' pussy is THUMP-INNNNNN."
we didn't say a word. we just let her talk. yeah.
last night i got an IM from some random person claiming to be someone that went to grant, my middle school.
they proceeded to tell me that they saw pics of me, and repeatedly said "you got fat as fuck."
they also told me my music sucked, they know i go to school in chicago, and know about my ex.
i almost got upset, but then when i thought about it,
if that is those people's source of entertainment, then i feel sorry for them.
but seriously, people suck. it makes me sad to know there's people out there like that.
but i guess i could always just turn bulimic and purge on their face.
i miss my girlfriends/i need a snuggle partner.
i even have a crush, and it's impossible. just like they always are.
and rocky votolato played tonight and i worked right through it. cool.
i was going to post halloween pics, but just refer to facebook for those. the weekend was a sure success.
i feel like going on an adventure. |
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| c'est la vie. |
[Oct. 31st, 2006|01:33 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | happy halloweiners. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 9. | ] |
so today,
i fell in love at work.
with the most beautiful french boy i have ever seen.
i helped his mom and sister for about a good 45 minutes, and he just sat in the dressing room.
i literally could not keep a straight face the whole time, i was like a blubbering idiot.
i couldn't remember a lick of french although i took 4 1/2 years of it.
all i really wanted to say was, "je t'adore."
oui. seriousment. IL ETAIT UN GRAND HUNK OF MEAT.
the worst part was,
he couldn't speak a word of english, but totally knew i was diggin' on him.
i wouldn't last a day in france.
the new damien rice album is melting my heart as we speak... |
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| i think someone finally posted a missed connection about me. |
[Oct. 29th, 2006|09:17 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | tiredtiredtired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | WHAT HURTS THE MOST WAS BEING SO CLOSEEEEEEE | ] |
Black St. Louis Girl - Cardinal Fan - m4w - 30
Reply to: pers-227452430@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-10-29, 4:59PM CST
Hi sexy. I saw you the night the Cardinals won the World Series!!! You are so cute. Thinking about you still and hoping to meet up with you tonight or Monday.
Paul
yesssssss.
halloween was too out of control, and it's not even done yet.
if you heard me whine,
talk about poop,
ask you what time it was,
ask you 'what you know about that',
ask you if you could remind me who WON THE WORLD SERIES,
or saw me dance
or give some boy the bedroom eyes,
then i apologize,
but not really, because it's fucking halloween and that's what it's all about.
pictures later.
i'm in love with my job and everyone there already...like, intensely.
come in and let me help you pick out the perfect pair of jeans and make me look really amazing to my bosses kthnx.
i've been listening to copious amounts of rascal flatts the past week
& i definitely don't hate it.
and i also have a $67 text message bill for this month,
so unless you have something really exciting to say,
against my will...don't text me.
[JOE THIS MAINLY GOES FOR YOU SINCE I KNOW YOU'RE LURKING ANYWAY]
ok bye. |
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| i'd rather be lonely; i'd rather be free. |
[Oct. 24th, 2006|02:43 am] |
| [ | music |
| | fake plastic trees on repeat. | ] |
home was good.
illinois/missouri is seriously the prettiest place at this time of year. i always forget to appreciate it. it was so great to get down to mizzou and see my older sister whom i miss incredible amounts, and of course the rest of the fam. my family is seriously the greatest thing in the world.
i made sure to have a bit of shae time, and to my surprise, ex-boyfriend time...which came unexpectedly...twice. no complaints i suppose; his beard looked nice.
i had my first collegiate drink-all-day-go-to-the-game-come-back-drink-all-night kind of experience, which is twice as interesting when your parents and younger sister are participants as well. went to a frat party, hated everyone there, got slapped in the face by some dude (i'm assuming it was unintentional, but who really knows), kissed a guy who has already forgotten about me (my life), took family photos, and listened to cartel's 'chroma' in its entirety about 6 times in one weekend.
one of these days i'm seriously going to meet the love of my life on a plane/el ride,
and i'll smile because i know my life played out exactly how i wanted it to.
my sister's roommate seriously has one of the most precious dogs i've ever seen. not to mention, its name is yoshi.
thank god i have a job. first day today, a true success.
only now my legs hurt, my heart hurts, and i'm tired and not sleeping.
i should never post at 2:55 am. i'm depressing.
also, i just watched the break-up...so throw me a bone here.
go cardinals. |
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| living by the hour, i stop for every flower. |
[Oct. 19th, 2006|02:41 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | aunt flo. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | ratatattttt. | ] |
tomorrow i'm flying home for the weekend.
i have been more homesick this semester than i was all last year. i absolutely cannot wait to spend time with bob, liz, and the hemmer sisters. i get to go to mizzou and hang out with my older sister, and her frat dude friends. we're also taking hemmer family pix so lord knows that should make for an experience.
STATE SCHOOL WHATTTT UPPPP
last night i played live for the first time in chicago. it was two songs, but it was such a good decision.
minus the fact that i could barely play because i was shaking so incessantly and my voice was quivering like nobody's business, i somehow managed to not make a complete fool of myself. god, if i felt that good playing some songs in the hokin annex, imagine what jenny lewis feels like knowing that every dude in the room is madly in love with her in that moment. i wouldn't blame her for having an ego of epic proportions.
a million thank you's go out to everyone who came to watch, you have absolutely not the SLIGHTEST idea how much that means to me. of course you're my friends and i'll play for you anytime (with a little persuasion) but you really made me feel like a million dollars and no amount of hugz and kisses can show you how much i appreciate the support.
also a shout out to casey fulghum who rocked the house, but will never admit it. seriously. too much talent.
if the cardinals go to the world series,
i will piss.
right on fredbird's face.
but then again, we know how they get when shit gets down to the wire. so i'm not counting my chickens...before they hatch. right sarah?
i still liked elizabethtown just as much the 2nd time around. screw all the haterade drinkers, i'll dig on orlando and his dirty 'stache if i want to.
and now, because i don't have anything else to say, and because my digital camera has gone to pot, here's some of those annoying macbook pictures that everyone has but you really only find funny if you're in:
( i know, right? )
so here's to going home, the other home,
and to things that matter,
like baseball and olives and friendships and rainbows and spooning and hand-holding and packing but not packing any liquids
and to doing laundry for the 2nd time this semester and adjusting my featherbed and self-respect
and sunshine and dancing sugarplums and falling asleep with a star wars jedi vs. sith shirt
and to tomorrow.
here's to tomorrow.
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| old dirt road; knee deep snow. |
[Oct. 16th, 2006|04:34 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | i never shower. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | when the spring is cold, where do robins go? | ] |
i got hired at levi's. praise the lord.
should make for an interesting time. and maybe a small amount of ca$h flow.
other things to be thankful for:
belleville coming to chicago for one delightful weekend consisting of the coming out ball, an essential lifetime supply of chipotle, drunken destruction, and much needed bellevegas time.
breakfast at tiffany's in the $10 bin at virgin megastore.
going grocery shopping hungry and in turn buying the best food ever.
going home next weekend (which will include homecoming weekend at mizzou, family portrait sesh, and me bro-ing down with the frat dudes)
things i'm not thankful for, like not in the slightest bit:
never having any toilet paper in this godforsaken apartment (it's not my turn to buy)
losing my sunshine at the end of the semester. cool, because now i'll have no girls to turn to when all i want to do is eat my feelings, play (watch) super mario, and have heart-to-hearts about boys via instant messenger while sitting across from each other.
utah.
i really, seriously need a dog. |
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| say yes! |
[Oct. 5th, 2006|09:09 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | i need to pee. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | rise up with fists! | ] |
i feel like after this weekend i'll fully be able to appreciate this album.
not that i don't already.
but.
you know how it goes.
so i'll be in the mitten state,
can't w8. 'twill be gr8.
last night was jenny lewis
i wish i could explain it, but i physically and emotionally cannot.
she is everything i want to be in life,
she can make every guy (and gurl) fall in love with her through song,
it's really fucking sick.
ugghhhghghghhghgh. one day one day one day.
if you find me a job, i'll bake you cookies.
well, i have to go prep/pack for a road trip with 3 amazing dudes (and stuart) which shall include extreme amounts of mariah carey and maybe even a little garth brooks.
there's too much caffeine in my system.
K SEE YA!!!
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| selfish vs. selfless |
[Oct. 2nd, 2006|07:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | FREEZING. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | mix tapes/cell mates. | ] |
i don't think it's good for me that my weekends are pretty much as long as my school week. i need a job so badly to get me distracted.
october is going to be a little too busy, i think. grand rapids next weekend with my boo, then jenn/alexa visit the next weekend, home/mizzou the next weekend, halloWEEN the following.
i still haven't even bought school supplies.
i think i use the excuse of saving everyone else to put off fixing myself.
everyone keeps telling me that my hair is getting so long, but the only thing i think is growing is my belly (outwards) and my need for beer to cure me from perpetual awkwardness.
i've spent over half the money i came here with,
i haven't even tried to look for a dance studio,
no attempts to write a song,
i feel like i'm doing everything wrong,
but somehow i still feel alright.
i don't know, i'm just in this mood where i want to be alone all the time. it's ultra lame.
i think i just want to hang out with my dad.
or maybe i just need a dog.
or a boyfriend. HA.
god, and to think i can't even blame it on seasonal depression yet! ps - it's 90 degrees in st. louis today.
on the flip side, i could definitely go for another mariah carey/hardwood floor dance sesh, exploding microwaves, and pbr out of milkjugs.
jenny lewis on wednesday. i can at least count on her to inspire me. or at least make me splooge. (i'm gross.)
fuck you, rocky votolato. you're the one that put me in this mood. and i can't turn you off for the life of me.
by the way, i think all of this was triggered by me recieving a wedding invitation. for one of my ex boyfriends. ew.
so i'll leave with this, which is off a starbucks cup brought to me from the lovely kira. "i remembered that you liked feist so i brought this to you."
when the dotted line of light
illuminates your path and new clarity
rings like a bell on a cold morning,
then things are as they should be, and i
find it's less the 'clouds' have parted
than it is the 'coulds' |
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| yesterday... |
[Sep. 21st, 2006|05:04 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | musical! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | floating world. | ] |
an 8-year-old little ray of sunshine made my soul melt like a popsicle on the fourth of july.
we were sitting in intro to advertising, and one classmate happened to bring in his 8-year-old child. on break, our teacher starts talking to him. we thought he'd be shy, but instead he totally stole the hearts of every person in the room.
his name was terrell, his favorite subject is gym class because he "gets to run wild", and he also takes kindly to drawing. but "not to freak everyone out..." he likes to draw "dead things. like dead pirates and ships coming from the depths." and sometimes it gets hard, you know, when he goes home at night and it's just him and his daddy but he has a baby sister in atlanta and a baby sister somewhere else across God's green earth. he told us that listening to our class made a tornado in his head, and then he pointed to his head and said,
"once you get inside this, you really just can't get out."
living vicariously through him for those five minutes was exactly the cleansing i needed.
but on top of that, we've got the guy who constantly does the nod-off-to-sleep-wake-yourself-up thing, surfer boy with a bottle opener built in on the bottom of his flip-flop, a housewife who isn't really going to college to attain any job because she's really just fulfilling a life-long goal, and my ultimate classroom crush, the boy with the half sleeves who wants to be an entrepeneur with perfect scruff and dark hair and who pulls off the dark jeans/sports jacket look better than anyone.
columbia college what up wit it.
other things have been pretty cool too, like:
listening to bob dylan for the total duration of my popular contemporary music class while the boy next to me made a thanksgiving feast out of paper and even set the mini-table with it, gobs and gobs of super mario which i'm determined to master with the expertise of joci, PEACE KELIS!, double date with seely, daniel, and dre dre at south loop club, job fair in which i walked straight for the american girl table, SALSA CON QUESO, just giving myself a bomb ass french mani (what?), and it being america's next top model season.
somehow in the middle of all this, i miss my family like hell.
i'm not articulate. |
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| there's a love that transcends all that we've known of ourselves. |
[Sep. 10th, 2006|05:53 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | rm 728. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | leslie feist. | ] |
whew. i think i am officially settled in. and by officially i mean i just finished hanging all of my posters.
right now i'm staring at my self-titled 'lezzie wall'...complete with the most bangin' picture of marylin monroe and my queen, jenny lewis.
my return to chicago has been nothing short of delightful. i barely spend 5 minutes alone, which kinda counterbalances the fact that i spent most of my summer alone. it takes some getting used to.
i've managed to be crunk out of my mind 50% of the time, especially the other night at the FREE KEGGER. seriously that kid is a saint.
last night, on a whim, we decided to go enter the wicked drawing. well, sarah seely won. and she was my date. hence, we sat front row at wicked, marveled at the conducter's curly tendrils (pstt..colin), and basically my heart exploded 12 times over when elphie hit those high notes. third times a charm, i guess. i don't think i can ever see it again now.
thus far, i've also managed to run into a kid that i met my sophomore year of high school in LA at a talent contest. he now lives in the university center and goes to columbia. i can hear 'it's a small world after all' chiming in the background. IT WAS FUCKING INSANE.
i've showered minimally and cuddled to the maximum.
i've listened to the same twenty songs over and over.
i have yet to go look for a dance studio but i swear i want to.
there's still, however, lots of people i need to spend time with.
i had the most horrifying dream last night that some people came into my house and stole my dad because he had billions of dollars of debt and the only way i could see him was if i went to this house but also at this house was my childhood best friend's dad and he was there because the whole reason he got a divorce was because he cheated on his wife with an 18-year-old man and i just kept crying because i wanted to see my dad so i thought if i sold all his musical equipment i could repay the debt but i quickly learned that was not an option.
i woke up so upset. i mean wouldn't you? i think i'm still bothered by it.
i love my parents.
anyway, dan just came to my door in sweatpants asking if i wanted to get yen chings.
yes plz.
chi town
get down. |
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| you were right about the stars; each one is a setting sun. |
[Aug. 31st, 2006|01:17 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | that's a good question. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | mates of state. | ] |
i am the only person i know who would oversleep on their last day of work.
oh well, they bought me cake and microwave popcorn, and a miniature statue of a shoe - because i 'always have these strange, cute shoes!!!'
almost done packing.
i really miss my friend chad today. i think it's ok to cry over the ones we miss every once in a while.
it helps to remind me not to take advantage of the ones i truly love.
if every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings, i hope i've rang enough to get him his.
05.09.05
at a red light today, a girl next to me was scratching off a lottery ticket. i really hope she won.
i almost cried today when i saw that amidst the random groceries my mom bought for me for school, that she bought me garlic powder.
for some reason, the fact that she thought to get me that at the grocery store almost brought me to tears. I'M NOT EVEN PMS-ING.
what's wrong with me.
i hope i make a million dollars so i can buy my dad and mom really nice things. like 26 gibson guitars and a lifetime supply of mary kay, respectively.
best news of the day: since i got a vhs/dvd player for my room, i made sure to find all my old sweet VHS's. credible reasons to freak the shit out:
-THE BUTTERCREAM GANG
-all old disney movies/those old claymation christmas movies
-dance videos galore. i know no one is going to want to watch these with me, but they're enough to glue me to the screen.
AND BEST OF ALL
'N SYNC TAPES! 'N SYNC TAPES! 'N SYNC TAPES!
this includes: 'n the mix - the official home video, live at madison square garden, and the mcdonalds movie with britney.
don't worry, i knew all the words to all three.
throw your hands in the air and wave 'em like you just don't care.
it's about to get crazy. |
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| 'dear 8 lb. 6 oz. baby jesus...' |
[Aug. 29th, 2006|01:56 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | dizzy. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | watching the days burnin' out like the cigarette. | ] |
did this happen to everyone else?
did everyone else start enjoying themselves, talking and/or hanging out with cute boys, and feeling halfway decent about themselves 5 days before they move back?
i just feel like my life loves to play tricks on me. well merci beaucoup to ma vie. but seriously.
yesterday i spent ample stl time in the loop, i mean we conquered rag-o-rama (amazing shirt&belt), vintage vinyl (j. lew, fleetwood mac live, sleeping beauty, and FANTASIA on vinyl), blueberry hill (i repeat - best cheeseburger in the world), and starbucks all in one round. unless you've ever been on delmar you won't appreciate this...unless you really like fantasia, which, of course, you should.
besides that my life consists of admiring my macbook although i have no idea how to work it,
paying my dad's cousin to take care of my consumption ticket,
too much forever 21,
hating my spending habits,
dude appreciation - WHAT. DID THAT JUST COME OUT OF MY MOUTH.
talking to sarah seely at least once a day to tell each other that we love each other,
needing stuart,
not knowing if ben schloesser is even still alive but really wishing he'd make me lunch tomorrow,
working out working out working out
because i watched dance videos, after seeing step up of course, and was amazed by my old bod. thank you, freshman year of college.
i saw little miss sunshine for the 2nd time tonight.
i want that little girl to be my best friend so badly.
i also have bangs now,
and i still have a bruise from the klancic kamping kookout when i thoughtibrokemylegforreal.
i listen to a great wind more ash at least 5 times a day
and i've barely packed.
all i really care about is my featherbed anyway.
why am i seriously loving this yellowcard song so much right now.
that definitely means it's bedtime.
i miss you all so much.
FRIDAY. |
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| do ya chainz hang low? |
[Aug. 26th, 2006|12:53 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | i want to bust a move so bad. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | destination: beautiful. | ] |
whoawhoawhoa
seriously
i'm still hyperventilating over the movie 'step up'
yes, it is cheesy. yes, the plotline is completely predictable and the acting is painful
but DAMN can they dance. i was seriously (and i'm serious here) almost in tears i was so happy watching it. channing tatum can do very very bad things to me any time he wants and i will go without complaint...
...as long as he dances for me afterwards
...naked preferably.
ANYWAY
I FINALLY GO BACK ONE WEEK FROM TODAY
so turn on your rap stations and warm up your esophagus's because this is the part where we break it down.
last night i was getting my hair cut by a very lovely lady
and she says, "hey are you going to the mae show tonight?" and i tell her no, i wasn't planning on it - i didn't even know they were playing, and she asks if i want to go with her because she is on the guest list and has +1 so i'm like ummmmmm freaking ok.
so we go and i had such a beautiful time i can't even explain. i saw my friends brother who i totally have a crush on and would love to date except i don't love jesus enough for him and there was this guy that told me i was beautiful and doesn't every girl need to hear that once in a while?
it was good. only they didn't play 'sun' which is on my top 10 all-time favorite song list which absolutely BOGGLES MY MIND but whatever. mae is just pretty. i could listen to them all day and i don't care what anyone thinks.
i finally get my macbook tomorrow. i missed the fedex guy today - he came in the godforsaken 90 minute time slot today that i was out of my house.
but then again i was at buffalo wild wings stuffing my face so i guess i can't complain.
this whole entry is straight out of seventh grade so i'm going to stop myself while i'm ahead.
i cannot wait to see you all. seriously.
get down chi-town
peace. |
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| balloons or no balloons. |
[Aug. 20th, 2006|10:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | fulfilled. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | dog problems, i signed the lease. | ] |
i'm about to get reallll teenybopper up in this shit
so you can just back up off it,
or you know, whatever.
last night was the format show in stl. my little sister just happened to be going with the little sister of the girl that i was going with, and they just HAPPENED to have gotten there way early and gotten first in line. well when we got there, out of pure love for their older sisters (and fear that we would beat them up, obv...) they were like "hey! cut in front of us!" yeah yeah yeahhhhhh. i don't care what the broads behind us thought. they probably found out about format from my super sweet sixteen anyway.
so of course we were front row. WABAM.
and it just so happens that i got smooshed to the part right in between the speakers onstage, so literally there was nothing between me and the band. nothing. (mississippi nights has no barrier - just a stage and a crowd.)
basically what it boils down to is the fact that nate tended to prefer that little crevace in between the speakers,
which means his toes were all up on my purse,
his sweat was all up in my grill,
and finally,
his cock was in my face 75% of the evening.
man, did i have it rough.
but it doesn't matter because i have a total band crush on mike anyway. he gave me his pick, and probably because he caught me eye-fucking him all night.
mary - will you take a picture with me? lindsey...get in the picture...
mike - sure, i'm pretty sweaty though.
[picture taken]
mike - [turning to me] wow, you're pretty sweaty too.
me - umm...thanks for pointing that out?
mike - no, it's nice.
me - thanks, my name's lindsey.
mike - my name's mike. pleasure to meet you.
tru luv.
well aidy, i hope you appreciate this, because everyone else is going to think i'm a freak.
i also said hi to sam and thought of you and your pigtail buns the whole time.
in other news, i will be recieving a macbook in 3-5 business days.
sometimes i'm impulsive.
on the free nano i get that i'm giving to my mom, i got engraved, "i love you, mom."
just call me lindsey 'sweet-talkin' hemmer. |
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