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[30 Aug 2005|05:45pm]
! excitement ! catastrophe !
sunday night held the most enjoyable shift ive ever worked. they shut down the restaurant and had us pack away all the food into the walk-in and have a merry time with all the water and the counters and the radio and the rain and guilt!
went home and woke up to no power and drizzles and intense godfuck wind. decided to do work. i put on a dress, a winter coat, and a skirt and decided i was ready to face the elements. i skittered outside, got my backpack and cds from the car, and trumpled back in. i looked at my backpack, looked at what i was wearing, finally realized that we didnt have any ac, and passed out. woke up to shrutis phone call reincarnated as a fucking slip-n-slide there was sweat that is not to be believed! it was wonderful! wind frantic radio reports people being hurt hysteria. across the street college neighbors were huddled on their porch with an unbelievable amount of alcohol and a "you honk, we drink" sign. masterful.
so pareesa shruti and i had a hurricane party. it was wonderful. there are pictures.
woke up flattened gross and half stupid, the world was in dissaray, fucking foliage. everywhere. downed trees, felled powerlines, and sunshine. everyone was in the streets and it was like the world had ended and people had rediscovered other people. got home, went to charlies, no ac + reading utopia = i was passed out for two hours, blur, haze, drove to ccs, on the way witnessed a mild fender bender. cause of the wreck got out of her car, victim got out of hers, they realized there was no damage, and they laughed and shook hands and left. studied at ccs for awhile, it was shitpacked. saw a group of young people in the corner looking at the classifieds, an elderly couple walked past and they started talking. the young ones were from baton rouge and the elderly were from new orleans. they needed a place to stay for a couple of months so the young ones made them sit down so they could help them find something in the paper. baton rouge, man. it can really fucking surprise you.
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operation clusterfuck [28 Aug 2005|05:08pm]
baton rouge has lost its mind
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[28 Aug 2005|12:47am]
"Steady as it comes
Right down
To you
I've said it all
So maybe we're a Bliss
Of another kind

Lately, I'm in to circuitry
What it means to be
Made of you but not enough for you
And I wonder if
You can bilocate is that
What I taste
Your supernova juice
You know it's true I'm part of you"

i wrote. i didnt ask it to the sadie hawkins dance or anything, but at least it didnt make me feel like eating-a-lightbulb-so-i-didnt-have-to-face-the-fact-that-i-had-actually-written-that like freshman year.

lets rub raspberry jam into our rips and call it reckless remedy, we all know thats the only permanent thing
shake it till you break it

[26 Aug 2005|11:33pm]


last...year....Collapse )
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[25 Aug 2005|08:34pm]
i just feel...raspberry swirl

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[21 Aug 2005|02:30pm]
guacamole, burned hand, iron and wine on repeat, thunderstorm, work again in twoish hours, monologue unfinished, so much juice
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[20 Aug 2005|10:04am]
so pares, shrutexy, everythings cool! my how a triple shot can really brighten up your day. rama last night with tim, gays, sharu, paris, !. dance, danse, dense, tense, then sweat sweet swollen feet. shrutis toes got trampled.

back to her house to realize my mother had stolen my car in the night! excitement! exacerbation! mold! watched satyricon and marveled at the heriditary insanity of all those foreign. i dreamt abortively of selling wine to fishes and outing word thiefs on crowded buses over rope bridge water, being arrested for not minding the law of the dogs, u turns in parking lots crowded with cement to facilitate the tilting at lonely dumpsters.

pre caffeine. i was cranky and tired this morning so i wore a bathing suit to work. i think that that is what directly contributed to the fact that i cut the most beautiful pomadoura bread. it is a sight to behold. seriously, go to deangleos, and ask dave if you can see the bread. its nice.
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[17 Aug 2005|05:10pm]
a little while ago i saw a post in someones lj saying something to the effect of "find the one livejournal entry that you think defines you and post the link here."
i think that the basic premise is kind of cool, but that idea is utterly fag so! in honor of going to taco bell and charlies with maxpareesataylor and of mahoney letting me work his jumble, i want you people to post a link to an entry you like and dont have to try very hard to find.
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[12 Aug 2005|09:24pm]

real update. ha. not real. long. i never seem to use "real" genuinely. thus, im a fag.
morning cracked with cherry coke sputtering down my chest and cherry liquor pooled in my panties. no good. i am moses trying to part the red sea. sara lee sliding and helpless, trying to shove all the errant filling back in the fucking pie.

new russian room. new russian people. same frau bullshit.
at least the new text is loopy.

instruction. delicately unnecessary graphs. questions. then the answers.

they answered for us!

Which of the following statements is better?
     1)"x is a harsh sound"
     2)"x is a voiceless velar fricative"

6. Do you think some sounds are inherently ugly? Are there inherently beautiful sounds?
     Some cultures think that nose rings are beautiful, while others think they're repulsive. It's the same with sounds.

The map on page 17 represents a person who has just been cut in half between the eyes.

1. What is a sound?
     A sound consists of vibrations in the medium of communication. Since few of us talk underwater, it can be assumed that we mean vibrations in air.

1. People often say that Russian is a "hard" language to learn. Is that true? Has it been hard for you so far?
     It's hard, but far from the hardest. Among all the languages of the world, Russian would fall well below the halfway point on a scale of difficulty. Questions and answers of this sort are perhaps fun, but are somewhat unscientific, so you won't be getting any more questions of this sort.

important things meeting after school for taltd drama. i didnt want to cry prematurely so didnt listen to anything mac said. i littered my limbs with chemical flavored designs and pondered the revelation that is macs dye job. the thunder had stopped which of course is directly related to pars and i finding ourselves in an awkward booth at charlies. taylor revelled in the guacamole pit and brushed his hair and squeaked and was shamed and titillated by our ballyhoo. they aimed for pleasing earth tones and missed. now its just mexican hospital waiting room circa 1983. its nice.
surrounded by sophomores and that was nice too. theyre so nice!!  some left to ride home on horses named scooter. some moseyed off to further explore the pleasure garnered from scampily displaying abashed clavicles. some were babysitting mystery solving partners in shoes with pareesa. some died. there were three altogether and none apart. they were all flagrantly homosexual and owed millions in back taxes to the corrupt colombian government of 1897. ha! that one was the best government of all!
temple turned into walmart and the justification and wallowing. because i spent twenty dollars on keychains, a label maker, a rainbow of lightning ring, and cherry pepsi and they are too beautiful to be fully appreciated. like pars and gay. oh that gay fellow, hes attempted to race me twice but apparently has his underpants around his ankles. because he has lost. joyfully. oh cars! they let us have them!

this fellow!Collapse )

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[11 Aug 2005|03:00pm]

spanish IV AP
tennis I (i took this freshman year, but sure yeah ok)
advanced math II (changing this, my fifth math cred)
russian II
talented drama IV
english IV H
european history AP (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

studying then work!! (!!!!!!)
shake it till you break it

[10 Aug 2005|02:48pm]
"adore what thou hast burned; burn what thou hast adored"
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[06 Aug 2005|03:40pm]
what the fuck "criminal"

what the fuck

you are "nuevas reinas"

except crappier. and in english.
shake it till you break it

[05 Aug 2005|05:30pm]
midnightmocha3: sarahs horny
suhtekh: i imagine a weatherman
suhtekh: and moving in from the south, we see a horny field moving up the mississippi
suhtekh: we expect it to be accompanied by tight hugs, unnecessary jumping and/or jiggling
suhtekh: and by friday it'll taper off as sarah laboriously thrusts herself upon an inanimate object that cannot deny her.
suhtekh: back to you in the studio, chuck
midnightmocha3: haahahha
midnightmocha3: look like the display of breasts is up to 85% today tom, a whopping difference from last years 44%. man tom, it look like it getting hot. out. there.
midnightmocha3: and he'd wink
midnightmocha3: and the cameramen would giggle

this is why i love my friends.
shake it till you break it

[03 Aug 2005|01:00am]
"Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding bobby’s hand in mine,
We sang every song that driver knew.

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing don’t mean nothing honey if it ain’t free, now now.
And feeling good was easy, lord, when he sang the blues,
You know feeling good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my bobby mcgee."
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[30 Jul 2005|01:26pm]
shake it till you break it

[29 Jul 2005|12:00pm]
run to you-novaspace, don't stop believin-journey, hold on loosely-38 special, take me home tonight-eddie money, lola-the kinks. oye como va-santana. it never ceases to amaze me precisely how much i love these songs. in my dream a man stole a baby that was being guarded by a lion. the next day they found the lion stuck to the cieling.
shake it till you break it

[26 Jul 2005|10:50pm]
"here's to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap
and to your(in my arms flowering so new)
self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain

and here's to silent certainly mountains;and to
a disappearing poet of always,snow
and to morning;and to morning's beautiful friend
twilight(and a first dream called ocean)and

let must or if be damned with whomever's afraid
down with ought with because with every brain
which thinks it thinks,nor dares to feel(but up
with joy;and up with laughing and drunkenness)

here's to one undiscoverable guess
of whose mad skill each world of blood is made
(whose fatal songs are moving in the moon"
shake it till you break it

[19 Jul 2005|12:18pm]
i think im in love with john updike.
or at least i will be until i am dissapointed by his works or there are none left to read.
then ill have to hunt him down and kill him.
whilst reading aloud that passage from the fountainhead about the statue she loved.

ive got my mothers forearms and dissapointed hands that are overeager, fumbling easily, violently tendoned, sharp knuckled, working and out of place.

lately i seem to be haunted psychically by oxblood cordovans and raspberry beret

but oh how it feels so real
lying here with no one near
only you and you cant hear me
when I say softly, slowly
hold me closer tony danza

after aforementioned phone call i drove to pareesas. she brought some of the brownies and we drove to work. found a splash toy football in the parking lot. gave it to sam. now i feel guilty. theres a small child out there prone to losing things near curbs in foreign parking lots desperately longing to peg someone in the face with a soggy rocket of aquatic annihilation. and he cannot. because now sam is. which makes me no longer feel guilty. at 3:30 tomorrow morning i leave for the symposium. dream about me.
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[19 Jul 2005|10:26am]
rinnng. hello? "sarahimnotwearinganyclothesandivebakedsomebrownies"

def best phone call ive gotten in a while.
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[17 Jul 2005|09:26pm]

this makes me think of pareesa
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