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LJ Interests meme results
- benson & hedges cigarettes:
the boys i either fall in love with or believe i could fall in love with have all turned out to have a liking for Benson and Hedges cigarettes. i started smoking Benson's when i was fifteen. they are my favorite brand. - chewing on pen caps:
it's a nervous habit i developped in elementary school. - edie sedgwick:
she was absolutely beautiful. she burnt up like a snowflake in a hairdryer's windtunnel but she always managed to sparkle while she was standing in the light. - hardwood floors:
so much better than carpeting and (depending on how often you sweep up) there's less dust. - john stamos:
memories of uncle joey's fabulous hair.(my favorite episode is when he accidentally spray painting his hair pink becaue dave left the spray paint can next to the hair spray). - margaritas by candlelight:
my friends and i had a 'classy' party one weekend in highschool. he lived in westmount and his parents were spending the weekend in greece. i talked him into it. he invited 4 other people to his house besides me and we broke into his parents liquor cabinet. it wasn't hard, he had stolen their key and made a copy of it before they left. he replaced it without anyone being the wiser. we had magaritas on the deck under the stars, nature's candlelight. - pearls:
i always buy pearls at garage sales. - sedatives:
where would i be without them? probably registered in some top school ouside montreal. - style:
it's another word for 'that's really nice'. - thrift stores:
i started getting an allowance at 12. it made me feel independant. i started buying my own clothes shortly afterward. all i could afford on 20$/wk were clothes from garage sales and thrift stores. 10 dollars used to be able to buy me an entirely new wardrobe. some days it still can. presently i'm still living paycheck to paycheck, but my taste has become more refined. i know what i'm looking for now instead of being overwhelmed by all the vintage, 80's gear they used to carry. i own alot of grannie skirts with pokadots in deep reds or vibrant yellows.
however, i still go weak over anything that has a logo of mr. t on it.
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[30 Jun 2005|05:31pm] |
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i'm giving up my current profession as a social butterfly.
i'm planning on becoming a devoted lover of life and of the people who accompany us on those bumpy backroad journeys through minefields of puddles covering the ground of alleyways or who follow us down into the catacombs of sweaty metro station tunnels as we dash stealthily into the shadows at breaking neck speeds.
here is to us; walking hand in hand, heads held up towards the sky soaking in the rays of the sunshine of showering down unto us like tropical raindrops of sunkissed oranges, skiing across thigh high teasing blades of grass, bumping blinding into bullrushes which thud deadly on our plump skin leaving us only to pull the burrs out of our hair after rolling around in a lovers tussle on the vine littered ground. clutching at our kidneys, dying from the laughter rolling in our bellies our breath floats into the cosmos leaving us heavily behind in our nest of life.
Kensington
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| i've got the power |
[30 Jun 2005|05:27pm] |
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the arcade fire - lies |
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jermiah was a bullfrog.
until i kissed him and he transformed himself into a prince.
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| mistah selectah |
[05 May 2005|10:28pm] |
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casetteboy |
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ground control?
do you read....m...e......
(crackle)(buzz)(buzz)
am i coming in loud and crystal clear?
life is changing in a kaleidescopic way.
i've fallen in love and then fallen out of love.
i've bumped and skited, popping in the overcoated juices over life's kitsch, sizzling on the spit firegrill of experience, matching every pop and crackle with my own specialty blend recipe of spunk and attitude; traveling blindly along life's bumpy backroads...
have you got a light to spare?
begging on my knees and rawing them on the carpet,
(have you got a light)
DYING.
dying. dying. dying for it all to end, bobbing on the last strudy log from my makeshift preserver raft; baptising the sweet, ripened apples of my cheeks with the bittersweet, forgiving, revitalizating springs of human suffering; flowing from the purest of mountain tops in the richest kingdoms of my mind out under the tanks of my optic fleets.
AND THEN!
then.
only to survive the tumbles and falls of life's cruel lessons, thick in morality and thin in remorse.
matter is so automic and thick.
sometimes suffocating and creepy; enveloped in the snaky scales of misfortune
sometimes warm and maternal, bathing your thin skin in the sink like waterfalls of icy, wild Jamaican, outback, jungle land.
all the while praying for it...for feeling alive.
(with knees becoming raw on the carpet's synthetic follicals she kneels awaiting her saviour)
it happens all over again.
always cyclically justifying my being.
as sure as i don't want this cigerettes smoke to give me cancer,
i don't want paolo to play games with my heartstrings & entangle my lifelines, suffocating my existence while he is worry free, tree planting in nature.
all the while killing my being.
don't kill me paolo.
i'm not trying to hurt you when i kiss your quivering lips.
let me calm their anticipation with my confidence.
i want the memories we make together in the next few days to be happy...
not shallow, empty justifications of why we can't be together.
ABOUT CONNOR
anna:he's gone.
aaron:what a wanker.
Kensington
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| song lyrics that describe my world |
[17 Feb 2005|05:08pm] |
"i'm jealous of your cigarette and all the things you do with it."
"i love myself today, not like yesterday. i'm cool, i'm calm; i'm going to be okay."
"i'm a super freak. super freak. i'm super freaky."
"love is a battlefield."
"i can't remember all the times i try to tell myself to hold onto these moments as they pass."
"don't call me white. don't call me white."
"you can't see california without marlon brandon's eyes."
"alcoholic kind of mood. Lose myclothes, lose my lube."
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| 008 |
[02 Dec 2004|03:03pm] |
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today i feel as though nothing has been accomplished.
i do however feel clean. i took a hot shower this morning. i got to use my favorite blue washclotrh to rid my body of pollution & dead skin cells. i feel as though i am finally breathing for the first day in a long time. but today, i feel as though nothing has been accomplished.
assignments still due:
+1 golf analysis on the medium trajectory
+1 drama band paper to write & another to hand in
+1 4 minute media project to complete (5 scenes to shoot)
+1 essay on the importance of organization
+1 website
going over my list alone causes me distress. all i have is countless hours & minutes to get things done, however i'm very good at squandering it and well...bad habits are hard to break.
regardless of my schedule, keenan and i are going to the death from above show on sunday. the tickets are 12$ and 15$ at the door. it's not bad. i haven't been to a show in a long time. i know i don't deserve a break, because i haven't done anything to constitute one. i feel childish and spoiled when i neglect my responsibilities.
but i do it anyway & hardly ever look back.
today i didn't cry.
but i didn't laugh.
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| updates from beyond the sink |
[29 Nov 2004|08:42pm] |
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i haven't been on this server in a long. long. long. long time. i'm at school. i'm in the lab. i'm going in sane and i'm loving it. okay, that was a big, fat lie. im not loving it. infact, i'm almost hating it. this week has been very stressful. i've lost my tape and a shitload of my footage for a project that is due tomorrow afternoon. i did manage to get an extension however, it doesn't mean i wont be busting me ass for the next week and a half ( that's all the time left for this semester and then next semester will be my last before graduation...i hope ). i have two essays and a website due for next week. i'm thinking i'll either do it on unicorns ( not the band, however they're amazing too ) or on something half-way interesting like graffiti & the hip hop culture. i dno. i understand that suffering builds character, but i'd love to trade in my newly acquired mansion for small, rustic shack or shanty.
i missed the pixies. lauren, you lucky turtle shell.
i am throughly jealous.
i'm still battling my weed addiction. i decided last night that today would be a weed free day. well kids, it wasn't and now i am disappointed with myself. i allowed my stress to get the better of me and blazed a fat head with the teen after class. i guess it was worth it to see his eyes turn bloodshot.
oh; went to the blood shot billy show w/ matt, trevor, tiff & pat.
pat bought me a beer.
i got anti-socially drunk but got some cool pictures.
it was my first show in ages.
i missed james brown.
(sigh)
who wants to highjack a security van with me and high-tail it to mexico for the rest of our lives?
anyone? anyone?
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[27 May 2004|01:17am] |
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i've got 6 windows open.
i'm a computer loser.
i really believe i'm coming down with something harsh.
i woke this morning with a bug in my throat.
i could barely speak when i answer the phone this morning & i'm still unclear as to how my aunt was able to understand me at all.
i'm drinking lemon/honey/brown sugar tea.
it really hits the spot.
"The guys in charge of proving the army has its shit together...forgot to bring the chart proving that they've got their shit together."
-Jon Stewart "The Daily Show" 05/27/04
hahahaha.
i love jon stewart.
one thing orwell that never counted on was a fake news show objectively broadcasting the kind of news real networks are too afraid to air.
(yes kids, it is indeed a sad day in history)</s>.
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[25 May 2004|05:58pm] |
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condensation forms on the window pane. her breath rapidly become shorter as she purses her lips together. she shuts her eyes and a single tear rolls down the apple of her rouge cheek, illuminated by the candlabra that hangs above her finely coiffed head & splashes silently into her martini glass. with two perfectly painted fingernails, she plucks the salty tasting olive out of the clear intoxicating liquid & pops it into her mouth with ease. lonely & defeated, she removes her strappy sandels from her dainty, caloused feet & sashays towards the backdoor. her cocktail dress & it's yellow sequins could do all but save her from another rousing round of all tomorrow parties.
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[22 May 2004|08:50pm] |
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the postal service (such great hights) |
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anne marie is throwing a party tonight.
she's moving soon & she wants to throw a big bash so that everyone will leave with one good memory of the place.
this is what i'm wearing tonight.
with these shoes.
i know turquoise & red don't usually go together; but this combo looks really good.
maybe it'll become the new black & fushia?
hahahahahahaha.
way to many people wear that colour combination (including me).
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[22 May 2004|05:51pm] |
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( +4 )
the world keeps on effort spinning & i stand still, holding my breath & desperately trying to take it all in.
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[21 May 2004|02:48am] |
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as the cool tide idily rolls up onto the white sand of the beach, a little boy whimpers feebly, off in the distance. he stands alone, his face contorted and his gaze shifted downwards. around his feet lay the crumbled ruins of very first sand castle. he has just tasted his first helping of life's inevitable cruelity.
i called alison tonight. talking to her makes me happy. she suggested that i go on a vacation sometime during the summer. you know, engage in a little "getting to know yourself better" activity or something. she said that i should go somewhere that i've always wanted to go. i wanted to shout "[insert random tropical island here]" into the receiver but instead, i chose to laugh meekly. & said i didn't know where to go. we finally decided on BC because of its close proximity & it's tropical summer weather. & the pot.
too much pot, too little...
just. too. little.
(sometimes, i want to run away & never look back. sometimes i want to curl up into a little ball that so tight it defies the laws of physics. sometimes i want to disappear. sometimes i want to fly into the stratosphere & do barrel rolls & somersaults with the birds. sometimes feels an awful lot like all of the time, i think.)
i promised myself i'd go to bed early tonight.
i start working for my uncle's headshop on the first of june (LYK LOL FGTS !!!#%@%$^$^%). i believe i'll go to toronto soon & stay with mom until i have to return for work.
i'm always so desperate to make time for me, but when will i finally realize that time is all that i have?
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[19 May 2004|12:01am] |
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static
wasting away.
bitter sweet memories of yesteryear clouding my already clustered & clutter mind.
a gallant last leap into what might be & what never could. boundless hope encased in blind naïvity sprinkled with just a dash of pride. mocking pleas of delirium umpanum.
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