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prejudice against astronauts. [Jan. 9th, 2007|11:54 pm]
an island unto herself
[Current Mood |optimisticoptimistic]
[Current Music |ucb on john's laptop]

i guess there have been some things that i haven't posted on the internet via lj yet. um. house with boys, including brian. doggie pup named yoshimi. boring lull of dull life since. good holidays. birthday next month. yay. but the most important news of late (because it happened today): brian and i stopped by safeway for beers, and there was this black and white cat trying to follow everyone into the store. i was in the car smoking and watched the cat the entire time brian was inside. i got super concerned for it and when brian came out we went to pet the cat and i picked her up. she did not have a collar besides an old flea collar that didnt smell like a flea collar anymore. she has ripped up ears and scars on her nose. but so far she is the calmest sweetest cat i have been around, especially an apparent gutter cat. but, as you can asuume, we confiscated her as our own. i'm leaning toward either: Mayem, Lola, Pauline, or Gnarla. i would ask for some sort of poll of possible names or votes on my own ideas, but i probably won't be online for another 6 months.
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(no subject) [Jan. 15th, 2004|03:49 am]
an island unto herself
[Current Mood |rushedrushed]
[Current Music |poe-"spanish doll"]

i'm rather fond of my new journal background and icon. i decided against switching to a new, top-secret livejournal, and just making everything that i write on here be friends-only or "custom", in some cases. but i will still use the new journal that i made, those of you who i added (and those of you who i will add) but it will probably be queer babbling that no one will have any clue what i'm saying. which, i think, is key for my current situation.
so you heard it here. all of those who read my journal and aren't lj-friendly: either jump on the bandwagon or handle it. i'm tired of writing for the masses, anyway.

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fuck yes i got a cat [Jan. 13th, 2004|06:02 pm]
an island unto herself
[Current Mood |tiredtired]
[Current Music |the cranberries]

My day was filled with familiar scents. For some reason, the Humane Society smelled like camp to me (although I'm pretty sure it was just the disinfectants in the air that reminded me of washing dishes in the kitchen of the mess hall.) And the insurance company's building smelled like photography class. I can't explain that one.

But, something grand did come of this long and tiresome day:
i'm thinking that this love affair will lastCollapse )
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(no subject) [Jan. 10th, 2004|01:07 pm]
an island unto herself
[Current Mood |spicy]
[Current Music |the number twelve looks like you-"blue dress"]

So, apparently during when Mom and I drove to Oroville to pick up Droid, my brother had been playing on photoshop, and this is what I was welcomed with upon returning home:

He said he didn't have enough time to put a caption on it, it would have been something like "If Annie were still cool." or something. Thanks Mikey.

Oh xDougiex..
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(no subject) [Jan. 8th, 2004|05:20 pm]
an island unto herself
[Current Mood |shockeddisgusting]
[Current Music |cornelius-"drop"]

So I sleep all day because I feel sick as a dog. I woke up, after having a long intricate dream that Sadaam Hussein was my great uncle or something and we had to keep him locked in this, like, shed thing in a The Sims-like house that I lived in, I look at my pillow and there's blood all over it. So I just figure my ear bled a little bit (because it did hurt like a motherfucker all night), and just kind of wiped the dried blood off of my neck with a washcloth, and went and made toast.

So Mike and Lizzie get home, and I laughingly point to the pillow. Mike's like, "what the fuck did you do??" and so I ask him to inspect the back of my ear, because I could not properly see it with the mirror. So he does, and as it turns out, theres a gigantic huge ball on the back of my ear which Mom thinks is a "ball of puss" and Mike thinks is just a big scar from my ear ripping (much-like Mike's friend, who's having his lump removed.) So it's all infected and bloody and gooey and lumpy, and I finally just gave in and took out my earrings.

Check it out:

Fucking gross, I tell you.
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(no subject) [Jan. 8th, 2004|01:15 am]
an island unto herself
[Current Mood |discontentdiscontent]
[Current Music |aimee mann-"how am i different"]

I've had a dream about him every night.
And I saw him today and it was thoroughly frightening. I thought that the dream about seeing him and him completely ignoring my existance was some sort of evidence that I should see him. I didn't expect it to come true.

I fell asleep at seven and woke up at twelve. Now I can't fall asleep, and I'm sad and lonely, and fucking sick. All I need is someone to curl up with and rest. But the only person that's going to calm me is across town, and I don't think I could bear being that close to him.

I need a phone friend, ASAP.

OH! I almost forgot: This morning as I scuffled about my kitchen getting ready, I somehow kicked the bathroom door as hard as I could, it hit its spring thing, flew back and hit me in the face. So all day I had an unpleasant goose egg on my eyebrow, but at least I got to tell everyone "I ran into a door."
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(no subject) [Jan. 4th, 2004|02:08 pm]
an island unto herself
[Current Mood |hothot]
[Current Music |patsy cline-"walking after midnight"]

So this morning/last night, I came up with the idea of dying my hair bright red. So, I woke mom up at 7, and asked her to take me to the grocery store to buy hair dye.

Here I am, a few days ago, my brown hair neatly hidden beneath my hat:

and here, ladies and gents, is the finished product, as of an hour or so ago..
redheads have more fun.Collapse )
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____ [Jan. 4th, 2004|05:06 am]
an island unto herself
personally, my ideal suicide would be sleeping in the snow.
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but not tonight, my friends.. [Jan. 4th, 2004|04:42 am]
an island unto herself
[Current Mood |indifferentindifferent]

The events of each day are beginning to blur. I do not exaggerate when I say that my hours of life consist of my bed, this chair, computer games, the occasional food, the phone crushing my ear, the shower, sometimes stopping by Sara's and completely transforming into a lazy, smoking vegetable -but in no particular order. I do not venture further than 20 feet of my bedroom door, aside from the visits to Sara's. I have not been outside for longer than 2 minutes to stand underneath the hail with my brother and Elizabeth, aside from visits to Sara's. I do nothing at Sara's besides smoke cloves and stare at the television.

But mostly, I sleep.
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-for defining my existance [Jan. 1st, 2004|06:47 pm]
an island unto herself
[Current Mood |sadsad]
[Current Music |atmosphere-"fuck you lucy"]

this will be a very depressing month.
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