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[26 Apr 2009|05:17pm] |
i had a dream that i was standing outside of a liquor store and tupac came up to me and was like "hey shorty, can you go in there and get me some booze?" and i was like :o, "i'm not 21" and he was like, "oh, well, i'll just take your ID and get it." and tupac took my ID, got whatever it was that he wanted, and didn't give it back.
fucking tupac stole my ID. i woke up mad. and with rich's elbow in my face.
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[23 Mar 2009|01:31pm] |
standing on the sidelines waving and grinning
you fondle my trigger then you blame my gun
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[12 Mar 2009|12:30pm] |
okay, so i had a dream that lauren gaffen came up to me at work when i was on register and basically forcefully grabbed my left hand, scoffed at my engagement ring and shouted, "HE LOVES ME!" and then i punched her told her to go get run over by a road work truck.
britney spears put on one hell of a fucking show last night.
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[25 Dec 2008|01:45pm] |
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happy holidays! :)
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[23 Nov 2008|02:33am] |
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it's 2:30 in the morning and i can't sleep. i guess i've just been thinking about a lot of things and when i think too much, it gets a bit overwhelming and then i wind up making a dumb livejournal entry about it. really, i haven't written a lengthy update in here in a long time.
rich asked me to marry him yesterday. and i said yes. i'm sure a lot of you read it on facebook or myspace or heard it from someone, whatever. thank you to everyone who said congratulations - it really means a lot to me. i was pretty ecstatic. in a way (a somewhat demeaning feminine way) every girl sort of dreams of the day she'll get married.
..... not that that day is coming any time soon, but i guess one reason why i'm still awake is ( because of my cousin. )
i suppose her making her comment also made me look at what rich and i are facing. i'm nineteen. he's the only relationship i've been in and here i am promising i'll commit to him for the rest of my life. i know i'm young, and i know what i'm up against. the night he asked my parents my mom gave me a long talk. "is this really what you want?" if it wasn't i wouldn't have said yes. i am aware of all the things we are up against. finishing school. establishing careers. deciding where we want to live and raise our kids. things you would mostly decide on your own suddenly affect another person. everything in my life is now basically 50/50. stuff you never even think about.. well, at least i didn't.
i'm not getting married tomorrow. i'm waiting a few years. at least until we save up money. a lot of money. the average wedding costs anywhere from $15,000 - $30,000. damn. "so then why get engaged now?" good question. but what this engagement means to me is that rich decided at some point in the past two years that he wanted to be with me for the rest of his life. and i am honored that someone as caring and genuine and with such a beautiful heart could want that. could want me for the rest of his life. you wouldn't turn him down, either.
i don't know why i had to type this all out, but i feel better now. maybe i'll actually sleep.
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[30 Oct 2008|03:40pm] |
okay, alvee, listen. you need to get the fuck out of my dreams. EVERY DREAM I HAVE YOU SOMEHOW ARE IN IT. WHY!?
so my dream last night was that alvee and i were going to buy a horse. but, as always, something crazy and dumb happened. alvee wanted to trade his car in for the horse but i was like "alvee, you can't do that." and he started yelling at me, of course. so i started yelling back. and then there were all these little kids around the horse and they start yelling at alvee and me "YOU SCARED THE HORSE AWAY!" and start crying. so we got in the car and drove as fast as we could to taco bell but it was closed and alvee started crying so i started crying too. and then i woke up.
RIP taco bell
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[23 Oct 2008|12:54pm] |
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okay, last night i had a really weird dream. all i remember is that a lot of people were at my house and it looked like they all wanted to take prom pictures but i was like, "guys we're not going to prom!" and then alvee steps out of his car in this ridiculous suit with a blonde wig on, sort of like a brad pitt version of a 70's disco-esque gangster. and i'm like, alvee, what are you doing with that wig on. and he's like ... oh this? well, i'm being a mob boss from the forties. and i started arguing that it looked like it was from the seventies and then he told me that in HIS religion, time moves backwards. and then he was like CHELSI HOW DID WE GET INTO WORLD OF WARCRAFT!? and then we turned into zombies. are there zombies in world of warcraft?
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[22 Oct 2008|03:11am] |
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what if i'm faking all of it?
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[21 Aug 2008|01:22am] |
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when did it all change for you?
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| why did the chicken cross the road? hemingways is the best. |
[17 Jul 2008|12:28pm] |
BARACK OBAMA:
The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a CHANGE! The chicken wanted CHANGE!
JOHN McCAIN:
My friends, that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.
HILLARY CLINTON:
When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken to cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure -- right from Day One! -- that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn't about me.......
DR. PHIL:
The problem we have here is that this chicken won't realize that he must first deal with the problem on 'THIS' side of the road before it goes after the problem on the 'OTHER SIDE' of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his 'CURRENT' problems before adding 'NEW' problems.
OPRAH:
Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.
GEORGE W. BUSH:
We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us or for us. There is no middle ground here.
COLIN POWELL:
Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road...
ANDERSON COOPER - CNN:
We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.
JOHN KERRY:
Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's intentions. I am not for it now and will remain against it.
NANCY GRACE:
That chicken crossed the road because he's GUILTY! You can see it in his eyes and the way he walks.
PAT BUCHANAN:
To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.
MARTHA STEWART:
No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.
DR SEUSS:
Did the chicken cross the road?
Did he cross it with a toad?
Yes, the chicken crossed the road,
but why it crossed I've not been told.
ERNEST HEMINGWAY:
To die. In the rain. Alone.
GRANDPA:
In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.
BARBARA WALTERS:
Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heartwarming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting and went on to accomplish its lifelong dream of crossing the road.
ARISTOTLE:
It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.
JOHN LENNON:
Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace.
BILL GATES:
I have just released eChicken2008, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your check book. Internet Explorer is an integral part of eChicken. This new platform is much more stable and will never cr a...#@&&^(C% .........reboot.
ALBERT EINSTEIN:
Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?
BILL CLINTON:
I did NOT cross the road with THAT chicken.. What is your definition of chicken?
AL GORE:
I invented the chicken!
COLONEL SANDERS:
Did I miss one?
DICK CHENEY:
Where's my gun?
AL SHARPTON:
Why are all the chickens white? We need some black chickens.
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| Give Me The Splendid Silent Sun by Walt Whitman |
[12 Jul 2008|09:54pm] |
Give Me The Splendid Silent Sun
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Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full - dazzling, Give me juicy autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchard, Give me a field where the unmow`d grass grows,
Give me an arbor, give me the trellis`d grape,
Give me fresh corn and wheat, give me a serene - moving animals teaching content,
Give me nights perfectly quiet as on high plateaus west of the Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars,
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturb`d,
Give me for marriage a sweet - breath`d woman of whom I should never tire, Give me a perfect child, give me away aside from the noise of the world a rural domestic life,
Give me to warble spontaneous songs recluse by myself, for my own ears only, Give me solitude, give me Nature, give me again O Nature your primal sanities! These demanding to have them (tired with ceaseless excitement, and rack`d by the war - strife),
These to procure incessantly asking, rising in cries from my heart, While yet incessantly asking still I adhere to my city,
Day upon day and year upon year O city, walking your streets, Where you hold me enchain`d a certain time refusing to give me up, Yet giving to make me glutted, enrich`d of soul, you give me forever faces; (Oh I see what I sought to escape, confronting, reversing my cries, I see my own soul trampling down what it ask`d for).
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Keep your splendid silent sun,
Keep your woods O Nature, and the quiet places by the woods, Keep your fields of clover and timothy, and your corn - fields and orchards, Keep the blossoming buckwheat fields where the Ninth - month bees hum; Give me faces and streets - give me these phantoms incessant and endless along the trottoirs!
Give me interminable eyes - give me women - give me comrades and lovers by the thousand!
Let me see new ones every day - let me hold new ones by the hand every day! Give me such shows - give me the streets of Manhattan!
Give me Broadway, with the soldiers marching - give me the sound of the trumpets and drums!
(The soldiers in companies or regiments - some starting away, flush`d and reckless,
Some, their time up, returning with thinn`d ranks, young, yet very old, worn, marching, noticing nothing;)
Give me the shores and wharves heavy - fringed with black ships! O such for me! O an intense life, full to repletion and varied! The life of the theatre, bar - room, huge hotel, for me!
The saloon of the steamer! the crowded excursion for me! the torchlight procession!
The dense brigade bound for the war, with high piled military wagons following;
People, endless, streaming, with strong voices, passions, pageants, Manhattan streets with their powerful throbs, with beating drums as now, The endless and noisy chorus, the rustle and clank of muskets (even the sight of the wounded),
Manhattan crowds, with their turbulent musical chorus!
Manhattan faces and eyes forever for me.
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[27 Jun 2008|01:56am] |
I will always live life with my eyes open.
And never let anyone be the deciding factor on whether or not I'm happy.
It kills me to see you like that.
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[29 May 2008|10:32pm] |
I put my two weeks in at Binder and Binder! :D
I WILL have a summer.
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[09 Apr 2008|07:50am] |
and if time could ever erase
that melancholy mist
that lingers on our skin
wrapping us up tightly
leaving no cushion for our fall
we've had our fall
long before
that quick release
that hasty flee
to better things
maybe tomorrow
i will wake up
concentrating on
the flickering eyes
and one giant flaw
i woke up next to
day after day
sometimes we look
back on those times
with lullabies
singing us to sleep
gently,
soft,
and peacefully
reminding us
why we close our eyes
and why we open them
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[31 Mar 2008|10:51pm] |
here's to
stained tee-shirts
laughing so hard you pee in your pants
music
the IRS
fishing
silence
holding hands
dr pepper
scary dreams
poems
algebra
cheap bastards
nostalgia
inside jokes
friends you've kept for ten years
the eiffel tower
promotions
sailboats
the color yellow
single mothers
you
fireworks
the future
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[03 Mar 2008|07:51am] |
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i had a dream i was at an NSYNC concert and they called me up so they could sing to me. it was the best moment of my life, and i was sleeping.
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[17 Feb 2008|01:48pm] |
Crashed on the floor when I moved in
This little bunk alone with some strange new friends
Stay up too late, and I'm too thin
We promise each other it's til the end
Now we're spinning empty bottles
It's the five of us
With pretty eyed boys girls die to trust
I can't resist the day
No, I can't resist the day
Jenny screams out and it's no pose
'Cause when she dances she goes and goes
Beer through the nose on an inside joke
I'm so excited, I haven't spoken
And she's so pretty, and she's so sure
Maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her
The summer's all in bloom
The summer is ending soon
It's alright and it's nice not to be so alone
But I hold on to your secrets in white houses
Maybe I'm a little bit over my head
I come undone at the things he said
And he's so funny in his bright red shirt
We were all in love and we all got hurt
I sneak into his car's black leather seat
The smell of gasoline in the summer heat
Boy, we're going way too fast
It's all too sweet to last
It's alright
And I put myself in his hands
But I hold on to your secrets in white houses
Love, or something ignites in my veins
And I pray it never fades in white houses
My first time, hard to explain
Rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain
On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think
He's my first mistake
Maybe you were all faster than me
We gave each other up so easily
These silly little wounds will never mend
I feel so far from where I've been
So I go, and I will not be back here again
I'm gone as the day is fading on white houses
I lie, put my injuries all in the dust
In my heart is the five of us
In white houses
And you, maybe you'll remember me
What I gave is yours to keep
In white houses
In white houses
In white houses
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[09 Feb 2008|03:37pm] |
I haven't written in here in a very long time, so here's what's going on with my life.
While all you cool college kids are going to class and partying and all that jazz, I'm working at Binder and Binder Monday-Friday for nine hours a day because I didn't get enough credits last semester to go back this semester. Ultimate fail? Yeah, but I'm making $400 a week so I'm not complaining, really. Plus there's a lot of room for growth there and I know the higher ups.
I'm still with my boyfriend and I like it that way. I'm glad I found someone to be happy with. He's getting ready to graduate from college and get into his own job. Which means if he gets a well paying one, we'll look into getting our own apartment or something. I think that'd be cool.
Tomorrow I'm going to look at cars because the jeep is slowly dying. Idk what I'll get but I can't wait to get a new car. I like driving.
Haven't seen a lot of you in a while, I'd like to. I was just looking at my scrapbooks a couple days ago and it's weird to see how different we all were just two years ago.
I hope all is well with everyone.
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[30 Nov 2007|10:25am] |
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YES! Interview with Commerce Bank! GOODBYE PMARK. AHAHAH.
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