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Saturday, February 9th, 2008
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| Time: | 9:55 pm. |
| Mood: |  anxious. | | Music: | sirens. |
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hay you guyzzzzz what's goin on. nothin much here either. yea. i'd talk about classes n this semester and stuff at school but i really haven't been paying attention to that shit at all. i'm in modern art and abstraction, topics in medieval art, form of the city, and advanced conversation and composition for italian, but like i can't concentrate on anything because i've been having these fucking stupid panic attacks that like make me think about stupid shit that really just doens't even matter. like why are we here on earth n what's the point of me being alive if i don't even know why i'm alive like why should i live without knowing what i'm here to do. but then i've been trying to tell myself that i'm alive to experience life and to make a positive impact on the world. YAY. so maybe i should like volunteer more or something. because i have a good idea of what i want to do after i graduate, which is like eco friendly design or something along those lines, and maybe if i can figure out a way to have a positive impact on the world like pre job that'd be nice too. i've just been feeling so weird. but all the doctors tell me things are normal! yay normal. so i have all of those mental things and then i have like a shitload of homework that i haven't been able to do. readings are really hard to concentrate on when you think that you're going crazy or having a heart attack or like questioning whether you're making this whole life business up in your head in the first place. why should i bother readin the book obviously it's a figment of my imagination to begin with, i should already know the fuckin words on the fuckin pages. but enough about me. how are you guys.
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Saturday, December 8th, 2007
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| Time: | 8:23 pm. |
| Mood: |  blah. | | Music: | jillian's music. |
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omg hay livejournal i haven't talked to you in foreverrrr. so much exciting stuff has happened to me! i got my hair cut a few times!!! i think i bought a couple of new shirts. i went to an m.i.a. concert that blew, and i went to longwood gardens last night to look at the christmas lights! life at bryn mawr is okay. i'm really tired and i want to go home for break. tonight i have to work from 10-12 which really pisses me off because i can barely stay up until 10. i should have asked for a sub. oh well. tomorrow i'm going to write a paper! or two! and OMG TOMORROW IS EMMA'S BDAY PARTY I TOTALLY FORGOT. emma is the little girl i babysit for. jillian and i bought her a stuffed cat because she likes cats. it's pretty cute. i wish it would snow again cuz frozen rain just isn't cool. thanks for listening, livejournal. you're a pal <3333
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Thursday, March 8th, 2007
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so i just reread my livejournal and it is sooooooo gay don't ever read it again.
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Monday, January 1st, 2007
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Thursday, December 7th, 2006
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IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...
Opening Credits: Flaming Lips-She Don't Use Jelly
Waking Up: Cat Power-Colors and the Kids
First Day At School: The Go! Team-Get it Together
Falling in Love: Of Montreal-Climb the Ladder
Fight Song: The Ditty Bops-Yellow
Prom: The Smiths-Vicar in a Tutu
Life is Good: Radiohead-Fitter Happier
Mental Breakdown: The Books-Bonanza
Driving: DJ Dangermouse/Jay-Z-Allure
Flashback: Grandaddy-Everything Beautiful is Far Away
Getting Back Together: The Unicorns-Jellybones
Wedding Song: Radiohead-Like Spinning Plates
Paying the Dues: The Velvet Underground-White Light/White Heat
The Night Before the War: Animal Collective-It's You
Final Battle: Kanye West-My Way Home
Moment of Triumph: The Blue Rags-Bye Bye
Death Scene: Beck-Tropicalia
Funeral Song: Pixies-You Fucking Die!
End Credits: Flaming Lips-I'm a Fly in a Sunbeam
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Monday, November 20th, 2006
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Molto tempo fa c’era una principessa qui viviva nella toure nelle montagne di Italia. Tutti mattine la principessa si e alazava, si e fatava la doccia, e si e pettinarava i suoi capelli. Dopa la principessa si e siede alla finestra nella terza piano. Dalla finestra, la principessa si poteva vedere la casa di il suo ragazzo, qui viviva nella valle. Da cinque anni la principessa si e siede alla finestra, aspettando per il suo ragazzo andare a trovare. Mentre lei aspettuva, la principessa bevuva cappuccini, leggeva libri di amore, e ascoltava la musica. Una mattina mentre le beveva un cappuccino molto bello alla finestra, la principessa ha ascolto qualcuno caminando. La principessa era molta entusiasta, e le e caduto la sua taza di cappuccino dalle finestra. La taza colpita il suo ragazzo in testa. La principessa e scenduta la scala sapere come il suo ragazzo, me lui e gia morto. Perche la principessa era molto angosciata, ha prometteta di non bere i cappuccini mai piu. Dopo due anni, la principessa si e trasferata dalle la sua torre alla Philadelphia. A Philadelphia la principessa viviva nel apartamento bellissimo, ma le non era contenta. Adesso, perche non poteva bere i cappuccino, la principessa beveva whiskey con lascia e fumava le sigarette mentre guardava le strade di Philadelphia. Un giorno un “Starbucks” ha aperto dall’altra parte della strada. Tutti giorni la principessa guardava le coppie bevevano i cappuccini e parlavano. La principessa voleva un uomo amare, e un cappuccino anche bere. Ma nulla.
Il fin.
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Hundreds of years ago there was a princess who lived in a tower in the mountains. Every morning, the princess would wake up, take a shower, brush her beautiful hair, and sit at her window on the third floor. From her window, the princess could see the town in the valley, where her lover lived. The princess spent five years sitting at the window, drinking cappuccinos in the morning, reading romance novels, listening to music, and petting her cat, waiting for her lover to come and visit her. One morning, while the princess was drinking a very nice cappuccino by the window, she heard someone approach the house. She was so excited she accidentally dropped her cappuccino out the window. The cappuccino landed on the head of her lover, and he fell. The princess ran down the stairs to see how he was, but he was already dead. Distraught, the princess vowed never to drink a cappuccino again. Two years later, the princess moved out of the tower to an apartment in Philadelphia. Her apartment was very beautiful, but she was not content. Every morning the princess would wake up, take a shower, brush her beautiful hair, and sit at her window facing the streets of Philadelphia. She had nothing for which to wait, and nothing good to drink—for she hadn’t had a cappuccino in two years. Now, when the princess was thirsty, she would drink glasses of whiskey with ice, smoking a cigarette and looking through beauty magazines. She was not happy. One day, a Starbucks opened across the street from her apartment. From her window, the princess watched happy couples drink cappuccinos slowly all morning long. Some even drank the cappuccinos later in the day. The princess longed for a cappuccino, let alone a lover with whom she could drink the cappuccino. Unfortunately, she never had either. The end.
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Wednesday, November 15th, 2006
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i'm sooooo angsty angst angst angst bitch bitch bitch omg i love italian homework right and i love brecon and i love breakfast and i love my bed and i love sleeping and i don't love tylenol pm anymore :( it has ceased to pleasure me. but that's okay, i still love ben and i love anna and i love my floor and i love apple cider and hot chocolate and CELIA and DJ but dj doesn't know i exist maybe she reads my lj. what's with a girl sitting on your lap tonight dj why wasn't that me? WHY? WHY WERE YOU KISSING FUCKING SLUT. i love american apparel underwear and i love dresses and leaves and nighties and babies and puppies and kitties and cleaning and omg laundry i love doing laundry and i like cardboard boxes and i like sleeping and i like coming home for thanksgiving and eating lots of food and drinking lots of alcohol with my parents and their friends and i like smoking but i'm going to quit AND I LOVE ANISHA AND I LOVE JILLIAN AND i hate blurty i had a blurty when i was twelve you can go get your own fucking shirt jillian get ova it. good night!
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Tuesday, November 14th, 2006
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Your voice, your eyes, our silences, our words...Light that goes, light that returns. One single smile between us both. From needing to know, I watched the night create the day. O, Beloved of one alone...In silence your mouth promised to be happy...Further and further, hate says, nearer and nearer...The heart has but a single mouth. Everything by chance. Everything said without thinking. Sentiments drift away...One need only advance to live, to go straightfoward towards all that you love. I was going toward you, I was perpetually moving toward the light.
Now she is asleep in the sun. He knows that in this world to which he has just returned for a while, only to be sent back to her, she is dead. She wakes up. He speaks again. Of a truth too fantastic to be believed he retains the essential: an unreachable country, a long way to go. She listens. She doesn't laugh.
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Sunday, November 5th, 2006
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this weekend ben came over and maria didn't get to sleep in the room.
it was a good weekend.
today at the train station we saw this woman with like a three year old kid like smoking all up around him and he kept sitting next to us while we were smoking and i felt bad. then i decided that when i have kids i'm not going to smoke, at least not until they start smoking, and then ben said that if they want to smoke while they're at home they'll have to provide us with cigarettes. the same with drugs and alcohol. and then somehow we got on the topic of how we could just keep our kids on morphine their entire lives and how great they'll feel all of the time and then something about how they could be stoners from birth and how we'd blow pot smoke into their faces to get them to go to sleep at night. then i said i wouldn't have enough breast milk to start them on pot at such a young age. ben thought that was funny. he left all his shit in my fucking room and now i have an extra phone charger, two new shirts, and some boxers. i got a whole bunch of shit this weekend. a whole bunch of all kinds of shit. surprise shit and new shit and used shit and lavender shit and other kinds of like free people shit. and now i'm going to go read for csem and eat some eminems and drink some sprite and sleep and soothe my ripped anal tissues. JK JK JK JK JK.
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Tuesday, October 31st, 2006
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Monday, October 23rd, 2006
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Don't say it's over
Cause that's the worst news I could hear I swear that I will
Do my best to be here just the way you like it
Even though its hard to hide
Push my feelings all aside
I will rearrange my plans and change for you
If I could go back
That's the first thing I would do I swear that I would
Do my best to folow through
Come up with a master plan
A homerun hit, a winning stand
A gaurantee and not a promise
That I'll never let your love slip from my hands
If it's the beaches
If it's the beaches' sands you want
Then you will have them
If it's the mountains' bending rivers
Then you will have them
If it's the wish to run away
Then I will grant it
Take whatever what you think of
While I go gas up the truck
Pack the old love letters up
We will read them when we forget why we left here
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Monday, October 9th, 2006
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Hello, this is Paris Hilton...
I, I went to the beach
the beach was so hot
She came to me and said:
Do you like the beach, bitch?
I said: back!
I wanna take you home, bitch
cause I wanna treat you do it, bitch
What do you think it be, bitch?
Be tired, be tired
be tired yeah yeah yeah yeah
Be tired, be tired
be tired yeah yeah yeah yeah
I wanna be...
your summer Hilton time
with my diamond stars
like your dad bigest car
I wanna go to the Hilton celeb of the world
and there I wanna be just like you bitch!
Be tired, be tired
be tired yeah yeah yeah yeah
Be tired, be tired
be tired oh yeah hey yeah oh yeah
I , the beach
said yeah
the bitch
said yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah auh!
said yeah
the bitch said yeah
Be tired, be tired
be tired yeah yeah yeah yeah
Be tired, be tired
be tired oh yeah hey yeah
I, I went to the beach
the beach was so hot
She came to me and said:
Do you like the beach, bitch?
Do you like the beach, bitch?
Do you like the beach...bitch, yeah
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Sunday, October 8th, 2006
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PORTUGUESE BEAN STEW (FEIJAO A PORTUGUESA)
Active time: 30 min Start to finish: 10 hr
1 lb dried navy or Great Northern beans, picked over
1 lb sliced bacon
1 large onion, chopped
3 garlic cloves, minced
4 to 5 cups water
1 (6-oz) can tomato paste
1 lb Portuguese chouri‧o or Spanish chorizo (cured spicy pork sausage), cut into 1/4-inch-thick slices
1/2 teaspoon dried hot red pepper flakes, or to taste
1 tablespoon paprika
Soak beans in cold water to cover by 2 inches 8 hours.
Cook bacon in a 4- to 6-quart heavy pot until crisp. Transfer to paper towels to drain. Spoon off (and discard) all but about 3 tablespoons fat in pot. Cook onion in reserved fat over moderate heat, stirring frequently, until golden, 7 to 9 minutes. Add garlic and cook, stirring, until it begins to turn golden.
Drain beans and add to onion mixture with remaining ingredients (except bacon). Bring to a boil, then simmer, covered, stirring occasionally, until beans are tender, about 1 1/2 hours. (Older beans will take longer to cook and require more water during cooking.) Crumble bacon into beans and season with salt and pepper before serving.
Makes 6 servings.
Gourmet
Sugar and Spice
December 2000
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Sleepytime Herb Tea, a comforting blend of chamomile and spearmint, creates a lullaby of tender flavor to soothe your senses. This 100% natural, gentle cup of hot tea lets you curl up under a quilt of flavor and quiet the tensions of your world. The part of your day shared with Sleepytime is like coming home to find a friend waiting for you by the fire. There's no calm like the sigh from the spirit when you take this moment for rest and reflection ... there's no time like Sleepytime.
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According to an Aegean legend and praised in song by the poet Quintus Horatius Flaccus, the first artichoke was a lovely young girl who lived on the island of Zinari. The god, Zeus was visiting his brother Poseidon one day when, as he emerged from the sea, he spied a beautiful young mortal woman. She did not seem frightened by the presence of a god, and Zeus seized the opportunity to seduce her. He was so pleased with the girl, who's name was Cynara, that he decided to make her a goddess, so that she could be nearer to his home on Olympia. Cynara agreed to the promotion, and Zeus anticipated the trysts to come, whenever his wife Hera was away. However, Cynara soon missed her mother and grew homesick. She snuck back to the world of mortals for a brief visit. After she returned, Zeus discovered this un-goddess-like behavior. Enraged, he hurled her back to earth and transformed her into the plant we know as the artichoke.
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The yolk contains less water and more protein than the white, some fat, and most of the vitamins and minerals of the egg. These include iron, vitamin A, vitamin D, phosphorus, calcium, thiamine, and riboflavin. The yolk is also a source of lecithin, an effective emulsifier. Yolk color ranges from just a hint of yellow to a magnificent deep orange, according to the feed and breed of the hen.
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Friday, October 6th, 2006
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Thursday, October 5th, 2006
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OMG THIS IS WHAT I'M DOING TODAY
i skipped italian so i could finish a paper.
so i don't have class until...
11.30-film, turn in essay, TALK ABOUT THE BICYCLE THIEF SADDEST MOVIE EVER
1-philosophy, I HAVE TO PRESENT THIS PAPER I'VE BEEN WORKING ON FOR A WEEK that doesn't really make sense but neither does the stuff we read so i figure i did it right
3.30-I GET OUT OF FUCKING CLASS AND THE HARDEST WEEK OF MY LIFE IS OVER so then i'm gonna clean my room and put my bed on risers to check it out and then i'm going to do laundry
4.15 or something-go see the science of sleep again, maybe with lucy, cuz that movie makes me happy
6-read my new favorite book EXTREMELY LOUD AND INCREDIBLY CLOSE cuz it makes me happy too. i wish i didn't have to write an essay about it. less time to enjoy the stories.
9-chillax-i-tea cuz i don't want to do shit tonight but i'll prbly do my italian homework before this
10-SLEEP YAAAAY
and then tomorrow i just have italian and then i have a meeting with my csem teacher and then i have an appointment with the school therapist which i don't really need and then i'm gonna have me a weekend. in philadelphia. and prbly at haverford. saturday night is my radio show so you should listen. the station is whrc radio with the hammer and my show comes on at nine. i won't play requests because maria is a nazi plus i don't have a lot of music so you know w/e. but you can im me they have the station screen name on the site.
and then i have next week but that should go by quickly, or very very slowly, because i leave on friday for fall break! and i want to get my hair cut that saturday morning and then i'm going to mc's party and then i'm working on csem essays for the rest of break but i mean i'll prbly get crunk as hell cuz that's how i do. i'm super excited about it being thursday cuz that means thursday is almost over.
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