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[15 Jun 2009|10:30pm] |
Wow. Fuck my life.
Guh. Is it too much to want it all back? Probably.
Every time the phone buzzes it's never you. And there aren't enough cigarettes in the world.
And now I'm the one who waits for your call, knowing it's not coming.
Damn.
Why though? Remember how you felt! Remember what you felt like!
Please,
please
please.
Because it's never the right time.
And I'm just a little kid with big dreams.
I feel like an empty tire.
If only you could see yourself now,
to know for certainty that the tables would be turned, man.
Right the hell around.
It took a long time.
It will never not be this way.
K&S. P&B. Us. Y&I.
Fuck it. The more I push, the less you want. The less you want, the more I want.
Love me.
please?
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[15 Jun 2009|09:49pm] |
Neat, I still have a livejournal.
Um, I can tell you right now because nobody reads you.
I think I'm going to NY this weekend, completely on a whim.
I need adventure. I'm dying.
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Whoaa heeeeeey dude.
So, I have to admit something to you, LJ. It's kind of after the fact. You're probably already over me by now, but I've been cheating on you with tumblr.com. I'm sorry.
Hi, I'm done aging. Just for the record. It's my new year's resolution, you know? I make one every year. They're usually completely unreasonable things like "stop biting nails" or "get less dumb" but this year, yes oh yes, something I can finally obtain. Oh! Oh!!
There's too much going on for me to really be able to summarize it. My silly life is still plagued like a dirty whore with draaaa-maaa, it's just been coming in much more spiteful and dirtier forms. It's not just the he said/she said BS from years past anymore. And in five more years this stuff will all just be the same stuff I miss. Because that's kind of what I do is miss things.
So, word has it that the human brain apparently forgets, like, pain. Which is why old people can look back on their lives fondly, even if they lived pretty hard lives. Which I kind of think I do pretty much all the time. Like, I'm nostalgic as hell right now, thanks to Halcyon by Orbital, and I really started to miss the kent kids and being in a silly band, and not having to answer to anybody, really, you know? But back then I'm pretty sure I hated my life. Not that I hate my life right now.
Anyway, like I said, I fixed it all anyway by deciding to not age.
It's hard. That's what she said. But really, like, trying to resurrect friendships. Like, people change and all that stuff. And we all have, what? Responsibilities now, or at least things that vaguely resemble them, and we're all too broke or drunk to be of any use to anyone else.
But seriously, if any of you even read livejournal anymore, I miss you guys so much. I miss you in almost a creepy way, but still managing to be endearing and cute. I'm sorry I was and mostly continue to be rambunctious. I'm so fond and thankful for the memories I have, and I still clutch them like a little girl and her secret treasures.
I feel like I'm not fun anymore. I'd really like to but fun again, yeah?
I want to start over again, but not exactly. La la la my posts haven't changed much in the last six years.
I can tell you this:
Obsessed with Viva Pinata.
I love having kittens.
If I can figure out how to get the money for glasses tomorrow I'm getting my bridge re-pierced because, why, glasses can hide those sorts of things.
Hi. Don't forget me.
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[16 Aug 2008|08:12pm] |
Really all I had to say was on facebook.
To recap:
"Champagne of bears!! B-E-A-R-S. Hahahahaha. It's beers! Bears!!"
I'm working now. Working in the loosest of senses. More like, well, I haven't actually had a customer in the last four hours, besides ringing people up for things. And there's forty-five minutes left and I'm trying to figure out what color to dye my hair so it's not too mousy or brassy or other negetive -sy things hair can get.
I've been really wanting to apply to a gamestop, or eb games or something along those lines, somewhere where video games are, though I've heard horrible things about places like those and all their boredom, even though they're surrounded by video games. I'm pretty in love with laser machines but I think I'm coming to a point where I need change. I've been with omax for almost three years. I'm thinking video games or an art store.
I just got looked at by Ryan, who's probably thinking, Brandy, you're always on the computer. You're utterly useless.
I've to make signs now. I need to redeem myself.
More later.
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[12 Jul 2008|11:19am] |
Seriously, some woman just walked in, made a bunch of copies, and walked out. And we're not allowed to tackle the bitch.
Fairlawn is literally full of crazies. I'm losing my mind.
I've had two jobs in two hours, right now I'm making signs for paper. I'm done making paper signs. Oh, I got a text message about a year ago and had completely forgotten until just now. I'll check it.
So, Italianfest tonight and I don't think it's going to be as big of a hurrah as Irishfest. Actually, I know it's not going to be, we're probably not collectively even going to go. Plus I don't have all weekend off to recooperate.
I like slow days kind of except I'm always having to look over my shoulder to make sure I'm not being watched going against company policy, AKA not dying of boredom by being on the internet.
I have probably like a thousand tattoos I told people I'd do and of course I'm flaaaaa-kyyyy so I've not really gotten around to them. In my defense, we're still in the process of "moving in", or, kind of trying to fit everything in a place that's probably a third of the size we just were. Lame. I needs to make a list.
Uh, I, well.
Anyway, it's my birthday next Thursday and I'll be old. No, I'll be 23. It's weird that I'll be 23. I don't think I'll ever be comfortable with any age that I turn into. In two years I'll be 25 and in seven I'll be THIRTY WHOLE YEARS OLD. Seriously, I used to think 30 was like, the last thing before death. Yuck and yuck.
Seriously, the one person I really had anything in common with got fired for being short-changed. Fairlawn!
I hate this sign on the counter next to me that I have to peer around to see if anyone's standing there looking impatient. Work conversation!
I'v been greatly considering chopping off all my hair. I kind of wish I could pull off the half-long half-short thing, like, where the left side is all short and it gets longer as it goes around. I saw this one style on a Danish hair-modeling competition website, and I'm pretty in love with it. I'm not ever going to do it because 1.) I'm not a Danish hair model and 2.) no, really, I'd look ridiculous.
Uh, yawn.
Who cares about my hair, seriously, but I have these pseudo-dreadlocks kind of where my roots are. I think that's kind of what happens when one doesn't use a hair brush really anymore, just to untangle the ends. Also my little streak kind of went back to blonde again, the blonde from wintertime that I often miss, and my brown roots are hideousss. May have to fix that tonight. Maybe I'll strip my hair of its blackness and dye it a pretty chocolate brown. Right. Maybe my hair will shrivel up and fall off and I'll be left with no choice but to hack it all off. And then go into a depressive coma because I'm so shallow that things like all my hair falling off could do that to me. So.
Whatever. I have nothing to do.
Seriously though, I really hope that I'm just allergic to the detergent we used last week because if not I'm developing some exciting skin disease. Neat, right?
What. Ever.
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[03 Jun 2008|12:50am] |
Sigh!!!!!!!!!!!!.
I bought a tattoo machine and all the fun parts that go along with it, trotted all the way to Brunswick for a foot pedal and clip cord. Get home, joy joy joy but oh oh, the clip cord is broken?!! But I tried it at the shop! Made sure it worked and everything! And it did work!
Disappointing.
So in my desperate state I pulled the connection apart, trying to figure out a way to electrical tape it together again, like speaker wire, except the wires were tiny and they basically fell apart. So no clip cord.
And Brunswick is about a thousand miles away. And gas is about four thousand dollars a gallon. And I've dropped not a whole lot but enough money on this action to just want to do the damn thing, and I'm sad and kind of a softy when it comes to maybe being worked over a little bit.
Uggggggh.
And I should be tired, anyway. I got up at 10:30 this morning just because. Which is early for me. A very special occasion. But now I think we're smoking on the roof. Well, I know they are but maybe I will too.
Austin and I are moving to about where Audrey and David live. Moving is going to suuuuckkkk. The only way I would drive all the way out to Brunswick again to get the cord would be if, like, Austin came along, but he works at eleven and I'm not even sure when I work, but I want to tattoo.
I guess they're done smoking on the roof. Ho-hum.
No, okay, Dylan is just getting his camera.
Dumb kids echo on the roof.
WHAT KIND OF THING HAS TO BE SO FAR AWAY THAT I CAN'T JUST GET!
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[28 Apr 2008|03:21pm] |
Mm, just for a second it was three years ago. Short hair, rain on my face and the end of the earth. I wonder when that will go away. Will it? Please tell me, sir, will it?
It won't. Damn.
I need to find somebody who will let me tattoo them like, immediately. I'm thinking about going to the shop today for more practice. Myself again this time. Because, like, a hundred people are, you can tattoo me, but then where are these people when I need them?
I feel like jelly today. It's too cold. It was just spring, like, two days ago.
Nobody reads my livejournal anymore (you know, since once upon a time this was hot shit.) You all and your growing-up lives.
I need my own machine. What to do.
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[11 Apr 2008|11:24pm] |
My heart aches.
Like, literally though. I think it's my heart. It just feels sore when I breathe out, so I can't tell if it's my heart or my lungs. Regardless, something in the general vicinity of my heart is sore and has been sore on and off for, uh, a few months now? Neat!
I feel like crap, also.
It's been warm though lately, right? The transition is so weird. It's like, snow snow snow oh, the sun. Not that I'm complaining. It never feels like it was just the opposite temperature. Like when it's winter, it feels like it was never summer. Or maybe it does to most people.
School's over in like, three weeks. I'm staying at Malone next year. I probably should schedule classes then. La la la school. I'm majoring in art. I never thought I'd major in art. So in art's face.
Also I haven't been 'round to ye tattoo shoppe in a while. I made my first tattoo a little more than a week ago and haven't done it since. Want to. Need more people, more available. Austin'll let me. But our schedules are, like, opposites, always. Alas.
I really want an Accent. (I know, Krissy!!!!!) There's this one color called tango red, and it's tomato colored. And that on the hatchback looks remarkably like a tomato. Brandy's tomato car. There's also this "dark sapphire blue" and something-green, a bit too less chartreuse colored for me though. Beep beep! Giant tomato coming through! With a silly girl inside of it!!
I'm doing an art project in my living room, and there are large cut-up bits of my face laying everywhere. It's a self portrait done in five tones, like 24 x 36-sized. Also, I don't want to work in the morning but it's a short day and I only have one job to do.
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[27 Mar 2008|09:34pm] |
I thought maybe it was going to thunderstorm but it didn't.
Yeah, no, it's going to after all. It's just a ways down is all.
I've been smoking about the fullest cigarettes possible lately and my throat feels lined with fabric. I guess quitting smoking isn't a bad idea, but, whatever.
I can be just fine, you know? Just floating along pretty satisfied with life and all things and out of nowhere something will attack me, some thought or picture or written passage and everything I know to be true and solid will just crumble, just like that. Or not even crumble really, but it's like an earthquake keeps hitting the same place over and over and we need to rebuild a stronger foundation somehow and real quick because things are getting pretty shaky.
But anyway.
I'll be tattooing starting tuesday. I know, right? And sometime soon I'll get my own machine and one day I'll have a studio and hopes and dreams, hopes and dreams.
I wish I could go back in time and kick myself in the face for giving up such a good thing. The things you'll never know, am I right? Man. My baggage was just lost in transit. What a thing to figure out five years later.
Things and things and things.
I think I might cut all my hair off.
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[19 Mar 2008|10:18pm] |
Guilty Pleasures Alert!
1. Eating. I really have no desire to know how unhealthy I am. I eat constantly and one day it's a-going to catch up to me and Austin will say, I married one of Jupiter's moons? I love food. Eating has become a pastime for me. Lately especially, I just eat constantly. Apparently my um, that thing that I always forget the name of, kicked in finally.
2. Veronica Mars. The first, like, five episodes were "eh" but it's getting good. Good as in, you know, we don't have cable and we've watched all of Heroes and Lost as far as we can. It's guilty-pleasurey in a Gilmore Girls kind of way.
3. Perezhilton.com. I know. I hate myself.
4. Gizmodo.com. I hate myself, but in a different way.
5. Oobject.com. I'm really not smart enough to be a techy nerdy sort of thing so when I start getting bored with gizmodo and all the things I don't understand, and I just kind of want to focus on neat shiny things.
6. Trying desperately to be Martha Stewart's protege. MARTHAAAAAA.
I don't know, I usually have more to write about when I'm not, like, trying to think of things. Or, I mean, not. So about that snow, right? I called off Saturday morning because the Great Ohio Blizzard of the Universe burried my car and hell no was I not about to try to dig myself out. And, I mean, who goes to officemax in a blizzard? And people do! Ridiculous! They're all, if you don't come in then we have nobody to cover copymax and lalala and I basically told them to suck it except I would never say that. But they closed at 3pm and I, uh, pretty much did nothing all day.
My spring break was this week and do you know happened? Like, snow days every day! But they weren't snow days because it was spring break! I was, like, double-cheated. Cool, you Ohio.
I am so going to fail aural skillz. I hate to even say it. I'm pretty done with being a music major, no lie.
Austin showed me around the student union at Akron and it was probably around the size of Malone's entire campus if you piled all the buildings together. So that's what real school feels like... Oh you KNOW I'm just messin'z. but seriously.
I tried to make this origami bee, right? And I spent probably around a hundred years on it and it doesn't look like a bee. It looks like a bunch of folds in kind of a smushy piece of paper.
So, uh, summer now, okay?
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[14 Jan 2008|10:17am] |
La la la la bored.
Another new semester (a week old, actually) and another big long bunch of breaks in between classes.. have I mentioned this already? Because I feel like I did.
Anyway, instead of awkward library, I'm in the basement in the mac lab (heart city) and nobody else is here and I could probably just crawl under a table and sleep if I wanted to, but I wouldn't want floor-hair. And on hair, I got mine cut a bit, just a trim. An inch off and layers. And yet I still look frumpy. Also I got glasses. So, a frumpy librarian kind of thing. Just the same.
Let's see, next class is music theory. Oh, I should be doing these, like, credit card sized drawings. But I left the binder at home. Bollocksy. I need to find some paperz.
It's not like I don't have freaking like ten years to do them. (Did I mention the hour-long break between 11:50 and 1:00?) Oh no! I have an aural lesson? Is that even what it's called because it sounds kind of dirty. But basically I have to sing do-re-mi in front of this guy who I saw at a bonfire over the summer who happens to be my teacher this semester. Neat.
I wanted to get my new license (drivers) today but I don't really know if I have the, like, energy. Plus nobody wants to look like a frumpy librarian girl in their drivers license picture. Actually, I especially do.
Today is the anniversary of six months worth of being married. Six months??! I believe Hibachi rah rah is in order.
And we got surround sound sweet action all up in our apartment now. We watched the fight scene between Voldemort and Dumbledore like nine times.
I don't know about this whole class at nine o' clock thing.
Editor's note:
Telescoping Dogtramp is definitely not what it says.
I didn't even know the compound word "dogramp" existed.
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[09 Jan 2008|10:12am] |
So cmus is basically going to kick me right in my face and I'm just going to have to take it.
But I like art though, but 9:00AM and an hour in between classes twice!!?
I got glasses.
Okay, neat.
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[30 Dec 2007|06:28pm] |
School has been holla holla done for a few weeks now.
Oh, duh, like, just posted a couple days ago about fancy Christmastime goings on.
New year. Pfft.
I don't know what's doings this year. I do know I will be at my aunt's for a pre-party? kind of gathering which will be neat.
And uhhhhh I'm really open to anything after that.
There's internet! You know, that internet that Austin got for Christmas for me. And the bird and the bee are serenading me in the background. And I've been playing guitar hero on hard and besides the guitar solos I'm kind of rocking everybody right off the charts. But anyway.
Yeah and A is in the kitchen and who can possibly be sure what he's up to. And I just sneezed, and I have been sneezing for like the past nine years right in a row. And we're going to be watching it's a wonderful life which I have never seen much to the dismay of my peers. Although I have seen the snl ending remake, so.
And I'm downloading second life on this computer. Hahahahahahahahahaha aaaa, well, okay.
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[25 Dec 2007|09:13pm] |
What is this? How can it possibly be Christmas again?
Austin is currently playing super mario galaxies (also, can't believe wii has been out for a year??!) and we're at mum's. We didn't get around here until 8:30 pm or so. We didn't wake up until 10:00 am which, for me, is just the latest thing. I, who used to wake the parents up at 5:00 am because santa had come, didn't get up until 10:00. Austin and I stayed at his parents' house and maddie and collin, braden and linda were there also. sarah and adam won't be around until the 27th.
Woke up and had breakfast. Eggs and bacy and orange cinnamon rolls, coffee and orange juice which I never have at the same time although you always see it in pictures. And we all opened one present on christmas eve and I picked maddie's gift, and she had gotten me the book other people's love letters which obviously I enjoy because I'm just the nosiest thing. Then this morning austin and me and the family opened the biggest pile of presents I've ever seen. Every year I make a list of things. This year I will also make a list of things, because this year has been probably the most ridiculous year of presents in my whole entire life. Also, I'd like to note that my family also paid for my wedding. That being said,
meredith p got me
art-deco stationary which I will fascilitate to thank this list of people.
audrey got me
a wooden bookmark with an owl on it!!!! and sex god by rob bell.
austin's mom and dad got me
an aerogarden which I have wanted for years, also the salsa growing kit which includes cherry tomatos and jalapeno peppers (which grow in fourteen weeks).
collin got me
strage and beautiful by aqualung which is easily one of my new favorite bands.
maddie got me
what was mentioned above.
braden and linda got me
the audrey tea strainer by koziol which is the coolest tea strainer around. It's in the shape of a flower, is purple and gold and sits in the mouth of a cup. When you're done straining the tea it rests in a leaf-shape base.
austin spoiled me with
guitar hero two and a wireless guitar controller that came with pedals that control whammy bar and star power action and I am in love. He finally found the RAM expander for my N64 so I can finally play majora's mask. He got me a penguin that poops candy and a butterfly thumb toy which will fit nicely into my quaint and modest collection. He got me cooking mama two since my first one got hi-jacked and I do love to virtually cook. Along the subject, he got me a recipe tin inspired by the fifties so I can be domestic in style. Earlier on, he gave me the bird and the bee which I haven't been able to stop listening to. Ear crack. Finally and most thoughtfully, he packed a CAT-5 cable with two tags on either end that said "you" and "the outside world". Husband gave me the internet.
jen and cory got us
a giftcard to chipotle (fun fact: we got them a giftcard to chipotle too! giggle!).
jonathan and yulia got us
a giftcard to target (be still my heart!).
mama got me
the softest robe I have ever crawled into in hot pink, three pairs of knee-high socks that are practically my life-blood and a fleece blanket that I will be cuddling with tonight. As a combined gift for a and I, she got us another wiimote, nunchuk and classic controller and also super mario galaxy for the wii, as mentioned earlier, as austin is still playing (and it is brilliant!!!).
papa and terri got me
a sushi set including bowls, little plates and chopsticks, although too bad austin doesn't eat sushi. Giftcards two giant eagle, sheetz and the olive garden, and as a present for the both of us, a 26 inch widescreen LCD TV to which I nearly peed the couch.
Quick! Austin is using the restroom so I have a chance to play the wii. I will take it.
Merry Christmas, friends. I am pretty much in awe.
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[27 Nov 2007|10:41am] |
Last updated three weeks ago! Am I kidding? What have I been doing for three weeks, really!
Well, one thing then, is practically obsessing over Christmas and how wonderful it is when it's not three days from now and presents don't matter too much but you just really want to get them for people.
So I think this clock is wrong.
Also, if I'm not just kidding myself which I often am, why now to blossom? Why not, like, 22 years ago?
Also, this life! Oy!
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[01 Nov 2007|10:32am] |
I feel silly sometimes sitting in here updating my livejournal when people legitimately need these computers for school work. But, I mean, whatever.
I have a music crush on Jon Brion.
If I had to make a list of my top 10 favo(u)rite musicians of all time, it would go as follows: (although I'm not sure if it's in order or not, mostly it's just as they come)
1. Bjork
2. Architecture in Helsinki
3. Thomas Dolby
4. Beck
5. Of Montreal
6. TV on the Radio
I guess we'll be top six right now because I had this really comprehensive list of at least eight in the car a couple days ago.
7. Electronic Barnacle Island?
I think I determine these things by whether or not I could listen to a single CD of theirs, like, relentlessly. And these are CDs I think are pretty much flawlward. That's the greastest word ever. Anyway, flawless:
1. Bjork has Homogenic (or Post really, also)
2. Well, okay, see, Architecture in Helsinki has like, the first bunch of songs on one CD and the last bunch on another and a couple really good ones on another another, so kind of just all of their CDs but selective bits.
3. Retrospectacle, the Thomas Dolby compilation, and also "Suitcase" and "Flying North".
4. Beck. Loves Beck. Uhhh, probably Midnite Vultures. (Isn't it Midnite and not Midnight?) But also I really love Around the Bend. And most of Guero. He's kind of great, really.
5. Of Montreal, by far, Satanic Panic in the Attic.
6. I haven't heard a lot of TV on the Radio besides being obsessive with Return to Cookie Mountain.
7. And EBI has something, lalalalalala upturned deck of cards, or something, he explained it to me, dealing with this mountatin somewhere, or maybe it was a crater on the moon. I can't remember exactly.
8. Radiohead?
9. Death Cab for Cutie?
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I like my next class kind of a lot. There's this three of us who kind of mock life. We're picture drawers, like, really just sort of ridiculous.
Also I'd like to state that I could have gotten a free burrito yesterday if I would have put tin foil on my head, or soemthing along those lines. Sneaky Chipotle. My old manager (mentioned in 2005 posts) is the manager there now. Small times.
Work schedule is neat. I don't go in until 3 on tues and thurs and I forget about sat but it's probably great too, and on sunday I don't have to absolutely close everything which means awesome things.
Her Ghost by Jon Brion is wonderful! Why can't I collect Jon Brion like a firefly and hang him in my window?
Because that would be creepy/awkward. But gee I just do adore him so.
See and I would add JB to my list (Jon Brion and not Jack Ballard although I do adore him so but on a more teacherly level) but I haven't obsessed over him as long as other obsessees and it wouldn't be fair to, you know, them.
Because I'm kind of like Billboard.
I watched Mean Girls last night and decided I wanted to steal Rachel McAdams' face. Because whose face is put together like that? Ugh! Girls and their stupid pretty faces.
So about hungry tummy.
10. Ratatat?
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No, okay, I've decided I'm going to write a book.
Since I don't have like, anything to do ever. Wait, I have everything to do always. So I'll just write it in my sleep. It will go like this:
adui.
I just made the library computer beep loudly while trying to demonstrate how my book would look if I wrote it in my sleep, and I made a french-looking word in addition to!
Anyway, the book would not go "adui" but something far less coherent in any language, regardless of my consciousness. Also I think I'm moving to Burma.
So seriously with the fact that I freaking commute one half hour to be here, not to mention I left early this morning to be here, not to mention that why is class always canceled? I think we've actually gone to keyboarding like, 30% of what we should have (for as much as I am paying for the class, thanks) and, I mean, how will I ever be proficient in a two-line rendering of "Morning" if she's not here to show us how? I mean, life!
Everyone else is doing work and I'm all, facebook. Livejournal. I guess maybe I'll go to advising and testing and schedule next semester even though I may or may not return next year. We know me and my excellent track record in commitment.
I'm just the blondest thing in the world right now. I kind of like it except my skin looks a touch tomato-ish in contrast.
I made breakfast and coffee this morning. French press kind coffee. I stopped drinking coffee for a while and my headaches went away. But then, what kind of trade off is no headaches for no coffee? It's not any kind of good trade off, anyway. So I guess maybe it's not a brain tumor. Since, you know, we were all worried about that and everything (only I was).
One day I will have some flesh eating virus, or mad cow disease, something like it, and I'm going to tell everyone and they'll be like, "Oh silly Brandy" and then I'll die. And let it be known now that the only thing I want on my headstone is:
Brandy
"In Your Faces"
I want to play Katamari, Windwaker and Second Life again because virtual life is neat. I want to have internet in my house, and I want my house to be clean. I want about thirteen children all at once. I want to not work another day in my life. I want to end world hunger. Also I want to know what the frick a sub-frame is and how it can just crack right in half so I can punch it in its face. I want to know if art teacher believed my story about not having my project because we didn't know where it was towed to (in the car with the broken frame indirectly thanks to all the drunks in Kent) because it was, in fact, legit.
I was Link for halloween for those of you who didn't see me, and Austin was an N64 controller and everybody touched him.
Oh, what absolute ridiculousness is all I can tell you.
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So there's this cologne, or whatever, that guys wear and it's seriously the worst smell in the world. It's only the drug addicts or, like, the douchebag jocks. Regardless, I'm in the library and it's all I can smell and I might throw up on everybody because what smell is it and who thinks it's good to wear??
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[04 Oct 2007|10:25am] |
Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo there's this exam in cmus, right? And I have a theoretical $10,000 budget to produce a five-song demo. Okay, firstly, I know nothing about producing. Like, nothing. Like, I know what a producer does-ish. It's a take-home exam. And also I HATE WORKING EVERY WEEKEND. I need, like, needddd a weekend off, please?
I have never produced a CD before fyi life. And it's not like you can just find a manual online that tells you how. Ridiculous.
Adam will make me feel better. And his ants.
I'm always hungry. We have money to buy groceries! Kind of.
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[02 Oct 2007|10:33am] |
Loves Archy in Helsy.
So basically everybody in life is just confusion the .. confusing the heck right out of me. Like, all of my teachers are like "you should be a writer instead!" and, like, I just want to be like, no, seriously look at my livejournal or something guys because, really, there are people who have untapped writing potential and I just string together bunches of unfriendly words. I mean, who even writes?
So who knows what I want to do with my life. It's so depressing. And people here have portfolios. I don't, kind of. Like, I haven't seriously sat down and tried persuing anything since I got out of highschool.
How can a band be so good? Come on!
I don't know how intensely I want to chase after commerical music technology as a degree. I would like a studio one day, high fives. I think I want many different studios. An art one and a music one. I don't know of other kinds of studios. Like, a portrait one.
My intestines are squeaking? I feel like these shouldn't be noises, nor should they be allowed to exist in a library where I already happen to be typing loudly and backspacing like, everything .. every two seconds because I am the least good at typing.
All I want to do, seriously, all and everything, is watch Austin play Ocarina of Time. But no, has class.
It's October. I don't recall being comfortable in t-shirts in October before. Next month is November. And by November I meant throw-up. Let's remember how much I hate winter.
Doesn't want to go to work soooooooooo bad.
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