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I remember when I was much younger, around 9 or something, and I would flip through the tv channels until I found something that was interesting. So one day, I find a music video, and I used to love watching music videos when I was little (much more then I do now). But on that day, it was the video for Savage Garden's song 'I Want You.' So I asked mom to get their cd, I'd listen to them for a couple of years, and last week I started thinking about them. I ask my sister and sure enough, she had their first cd, which she gave to me willingly. Since then, I have listened to them nonstop.
I want you, I don't know if I need you
But I would die to find out.
What I love about this song is that it's just so...honest. It's true. How can you honestly need someone you hardly know? It might feel right at the time, but how do you know it's true? How will you ever know? Willing to die to find out if they need you is MUCH more meaningful then just saying they need you. Hell, I'd give anything to have someone say they'd die to find out if they need me. *sniff*
I mean, these two guys are (were) pop, but australian pop. There's a big difference between that and american poop *cough* i mean, pop. Australian pop actually means something to write, to sing, and it make me *feel* something when I listen to it. Oh, god, I'm in so much love right now. This CD is definately approaching 'overplayed' status. Muttermutter.
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[08 Nov 2003|12:03am] |
Sorry I haven't kept you guys updated. Allow me to let you all know a few days later (you know how lazy I get). So I dumped Elias. He was treating me like a cheap piece of ass at Marissa's surprised party, kept feeling me up in front of everyone, and then later he wanted to get into the bushes for privacy. Oh god, I didn't want to even think about what he was planning to do in privacy - what he did to me in public was more than enough, thank you. He was also rude to all of my friends, calling them bitches, and he wouldn't let me talk to them. So two days later, I call him up (Danielle, Sammy and Marissa were over), I tell him I want to break up, and that was that.
He didn't even seem like he cared. *sighs* Oh well. Before, I was depressed for saying yes to his offer to first go out. Turns out I was just as desperate and ass-deprived as he was. Two wrong's don't make more wrongs, but they don't make rights either. They just make an hour and a half makeout session seem right before snapping me back to reality. I feel very relieved.
I wore my hot Onitsuka Tiger ASICS shoes to the mall, and no one stepped on me at all! Not one time! And I'm short, so that's really important.
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[06 Nov 2003|09:53pm] |
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In a futile attempt to clear my head of The Matrix Revolutions insanity (notice how I haven't posted my thoughts on it yet because frankly, I am still too far gone to manage that right now), I escaped to NYC with Danielle, Sammy and Danielle's Mom Iris. We took the train in, that was kind of long and dull, but we had some laughs. Met a very helpful man in the subway. I made a mistake swiping my metro card the first time, so I had thoughts about just cartwheeling over the barrier like Trinity. But I was lazy, so that plan fell through.
As we made our way through China Town (Canal Street), we passed by a woman who Danielle immediately recognised to be Leah or someone from this season's episodes of Real World, the one in Paris, I think. Anyways, she looked bitchy, and I don't watch Real World, so I just shrugged and walked away. Iris led us to this delicious chinese restraunt hidden away on Mott Street, and then Sammy, Danielle and I bought identical little bamboo chute things. I kept calling them 'bushes', completely oblivious until much later. So we haggled on Canal street, I got this really hot necklace, and then we began our search for Urban Outfitters.
I knew what street it was on. The only problem was, it was a very big street, and Urban Outfitters was very far down. So we walk and walk and walk and look at some stores and try on some things and then we stop in Foot Locker. I ask them if they carry ASICS shoes (ASICS by Onitsuka Tiger, the brand that made the yellow shoes Uma Thurman wears with her yellow outfit in Kill Bill). To my surprise, they had the shoes I was looking for! Nearly peed my pants when I bought the shoes. They looked something like this:
Mine have a black covering over the laces with some asian writing, ridges over teh toes, and it says Martial Arts on the tongue under teh cover. It's the black and white ones, not the beige. I feel so cool!
FINALLY we got to Urban Outfitters. We weren't too satisfied or sucessful excpet for the round-ish pillows downstairs that we dubbed Orgasm-Pillows. They were stretchy material with this squishy stuff inside...just makes you want to squeeze it some more...okaaay, forgetting the pillows now. We stood outside the MTV building while they filmed TRL, pretending to be fans, but once we found out it was [Lil]Bow Wow that was the guest, we turned and RAN far from there. Saw some Matrix Revolutions poster and shed a few tears. Then we had a stressful moment trying to get on the train but it all worked out ok. It was then I realised why everone laughed whenever I called our bamboo things 'bushes.'
Many "bush"-related jokes later, we arrived safely home and here I am now, feeling cold, but wearing my cool as all hell Onitsuka Tiger ASICS Kill Bill Martial Arts sneakers! *orgasms*
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| "we would have told you to shove that red pill right up your ear!" |
[02 Nov 2003|11:29pm] |
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Ichabod and Ed Wood jammed today with me and Tara. Ed Wood is the name we decided for Tara's old guitar. Ed Wood was voted the worst director of all time. We consider Tara's guitar the worst guitar of all time. It is also made of wood. Hence the name Ed Wood. But it's not like my Ichy. *giggles*
So we picked up some guitar tabs on some website that is supposed to be for guitar tabs but had mainly guitar chords, which neither of us know. Tara and Ed practiced the Beatles' 'Yesterday' while I worked on 'Sounds of Silence' and that little mariachi tune from OUATIM. Keep in mind that listening to Indigo Girls while you're trying to learn guitar is highly diminishing. *sulk*
But we did watch the matrix on TBS superstation (although i missed desperado again, damnit!), which had the movie CENSORED! It was ridiculous, but hilarious.
Tank: "Believe it or not you piece of *slime* you're still gonna burn!"
Cypher: "If you would have told us the truth, we would have told you to shove that red pill right up your *ear*!"
and my personal favorite.
Cypher: "Surprise, *Einstein*!"
By then I was on the floor, in hysterics. Tara looks at me and says: "Are you laughing cause Cypher's straddling Morpheus?" It was great.
I'd better start writing that essay Danielle, Sammy and I started. Danielle and I are in the same english class, when we watched sleepy hollow. Sammy has the same class, only at the very end of the day. Since our teacher is totally cool, Danielle and I told her to give Sammy an assignment: To Write a 2 page essay on Romancism and Rationalism in Sleepy Hollow and why Ichabod Crane would make a good republican. Have at least 20 quotes, include citations and at what point in the movie they occur.
It was completely random and isn't supposed to make any sense. But when Sammy and Danielle came over on halloween, we decided we should actually write that essay to turn in after break. So I'd better get to it, then. I'm in a silly mood and my pre-callouses are hurting.
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| Now the proud mother of Ichabod the Acoustic Guitar |
[01 Nov 2003|11:34pm] |
I am thrilled, so thrilled I can't even say so. Today, mom took me to the guitar center and I actually got a guitar!!! It's pretty, smoothe, sounds nice, acoustic. And I can't play a single chord. I'm so pathetic, looking so cool with it until I start playing. *shakes head* Anyways. Gabe's teaching me how to figure out guitar tabs, bless his soul. And I named it Ichabod! It was a tough decision, tied with The Duke, but eventually that pre-pubescent teenage girl inspector shone through and conquered! Without fainting 6 times in the process! Yay!
So I'm going over to my grandma's, lying on the backseat of my mom's car. I look up from my book for a minute and I nearly shit my pants because there's 5 ENORMOUS Agent Smiths staring at me through the window. And I go "Pleeease, don't clone me." And my sister laughed at me, so I stopped acting wierd and noticed that it was an ENORMOUS Matrix Revolutions poster on the side of a bus. Yay for keeping my pants dry. *chuckle* When the car's door was opened, I accidently smashed my knee on the part that separates the front door from the back door, front window from the back window. So now it's dark and bruised and swollen and painful to walk on (hours later) and there's a bump there that should NOT be there.
I'll have halloween pics up shortly. Sadly, there are none of me in my Ichabod-like swimming goggles, so none of you get to see me geek out.
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| Sleepy Hollow: The eiptome of 'Sex, Drugs and Heads-Will-Roll.' |
[31 Oct 2003|02:43pm] |
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School schedules were fucked up because of the pep rally (which sucked, except for cuddling with Elias), so first period was twice as long as it normally would. I would have been so angry had it been any other class, but today we got to watch the rest of Sleepy Hollow. ALL of it. Sooo happy, froda you were right about your favorite scene. That was so sweet, waking up in her arms, and they...and he...oooh!!! *melts*
That whole scene with him lying with his shirt open explained a lot. I saw a pic of Johnny on johnnydeppzone.com and he's got this cut on his left breast, and I'm like "oh god, what happened to him! Why's he smiling?" Turns out it was a behind-the-scenes shot from Sleepy Hollow. *laughs at herself* I felt silly, but not at silly as my english teacher. At teh scene when Ichabod leaves, and Katrina sees him go, she's looking up at the screen and wipes her eyes. She repeats this gesture a number of times. I lean over in my seat to see her eyes were red and puffy and she had a crumpled up tissue in her hand. At the end of the movie, she had the lights back on, and her eyes are still red, and she had gotten a second tissue. *hl* Picture this, a thirty something year old woman nearly falling out of her seat laughing when Ichy's afraid of a spider, and then bursting into tears soon after. She was so into the movie, it was hilarious.
So was the class's general reactions to the gore and behead-ing and all that jazz. This one girl looked like she was goign to faint. *giggles* "Christ, what an ugly fucking German." someone said when the horseman got his head back. Overall, it was the first time the majority of any of my classes ever liked a movie that we saw in class. And my teacher's so cool to let us watch an R one...without censoring or ff'ing through anything! When we get back from break, we get to watch Tim burton and some other people (JOHNNY!) talk about the movie. Yay!
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| De-ca-pi-ta-ted. Both...de-ca-pi-ta-ted. |
[30 Oct 2003|04:26pm] |
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Heeheehee, what a silly movie. At least the first half an hour was. I saw Sleepy Hollow up to the part when they get to "the tree that has scoliosis"(as my friend wisely put). So our teacher, Mrs. S., tells us that besides the be-heading, the movie isn't scary, and that Johnny Depp's character adds some humor to it all. So the movie starts, and this guy that sits in back starts pretending to cry and whimper in mock-fright. So Mrs. S. is sitting at her desk watching the movie, which I really liked (so far), despite it's confusing material - what the hell's up with his hands? And the tree? And his mom? And just about everything else?- and she would burst out laughing at random times. Sometimes we'd laugh with her, but other times it wasn't even funny. Silly teacher.
But the part with the witch and the bat and the blood and that face and ugh...I let out a "holy crap!" before covering my eyes. Everyone was screaming "No! Don't touch her! Moron!" "Why didn't he faint then?"
The only thing I'm pissed about is tomorrow we're only watching the *last* half hour. We have the whole next week off, so she doesn't want to get into something we won't finish, so why not skip the middle. *complains profusely* So...anybody wanna tell me what happens after they get to the tree? *smiles sweetly* Please, pretty please, pretty lovely ravishing please?
Sorry to quote the play 'Teeth.' I just had to. Today in drama we were performing our little scenes from that play. The one I chose with my partner was mostly my character, Amy, monologue-ing about her fear of death and her insecurities. For my backstory, I decided to have her on medications for her borderline insanity. But I was overly emotional with her. I practiced with my partner, but I just ran lines, completely emotionless, just blah. I find that if I keep rehearsing in character, doing the same things over and over, it eventually wears out that character when performance time comes. I'd rather play a character fresh and new then one that I've done countless times before.
So I give my performance, end sobbing with my head in my hands, and then I look up and there's this awkward silence hanging in the classroom. The teacher had the videocamera in his hand (he was recording all of our performances and will show us them when we come back), his jaw hit the table. Everyone was staring at me, and someone just goes "you...are crazy." meant it in the best way possible, cause they loved my rendition of a slightly insane, very insecure dentist's patient. And when I was finished, the character was sobbing. And I had tears in my eyes! I seriously had tears in my eyes. Not meaning to sound vain, but I really want to see this video.
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| Days go by and still I think of you |
[30 Oct 2003|05:53am] |
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Well, what's new? It's 5:50 am and I'm sitting at my computer looking at Johnny Depp pictures. That's what's new. And you know the good thing? E-oh, to hell with the anonomity (is that a word?)-Elias doesn't care. He's got his own celebrity obsession too. Who cares if that celebrity is me? *laughs* But he does have a picture of some topless girl in his basement, where his band rehearses. I gets annoying having some topless whore looking down on you as you're making out on the couch. *shakes head*
So what to do, what to do...*stifles a yawn* We're watching Sleepy Hollow in english today and tomorrow, just before the break. She said so yesterday that we'd watch it and I'm like "crap, is this the old, ugly-cast version?" and she goes "nope, it's that new one, with Johny Depp." So this huge smile breaks out on my face and my friend knows I'm obsessed. So I'm going to have fu-un today. *giggle* A nice dose of Johnny in the morning is enough to keep anyone happy.
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| Always closing my eyes and wishing I'm fine even though I'm not this time |
[27 Oct 2003|05:26pm] |
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I got really bored today, so I drew 'Wino Forever' on Tara's arm. I also just drew it on my arm, along with 'Betty Sue', some guy's face and the three rectangles on my finger. Yay for Johnny tattoos, Scattered applause for unhealthy obsessions.
At least Tara approves of E as my boyfriend.
Tara: He's SOOOOOO cute!
Me: I knooooooow!
Tara: He's SOOOOOO cute!
Me: I knooooooow! Tell me again, how cute is he?
Tara: SOOOOOO cute!
((We've got a slightly teen girl squad-ish thing going on here. Ten points to anyone who knows what the teen girl squad is.))
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| Just imagine the terror of having to stand over a hole filled with *puppets*! |
[26 Oct 2003|10:25pm] |
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So Danielle came over and the two of us coreographed the shit out of our dance. We watched Moulin Rouge for inspiration and took some of their coreography. We were so excited we stopped watching it halfway through and just did our own thing. I got some dance moves from my camp's Cell Block Tango dance, which the camp leader approved and then changed their mind that night and wouldn't let us go on...[bitch] But anyways, we don't have a full dance (we don't need a full dance), but what we have is good. Now the hard part is teaching it to the two other girls in our group.
Oh well. I saw Don Juan. Krista should be forgiving. But we danced so much, I hurt my fucked-up, inverted left knee (please keep me from describing my recent medical mystery), my right elbow is hurting too, and my neck feels stiff, swollen and constricting. bitch bitch, moan moan, villa villa villa. Does anyone know how to get a background on my layout? That would rock if you did.
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| We're still pulling punches about Tiny Tim's sexuality, because it's emerging! How could it not? |
[26 Oct 2003|01:39pm] |
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Well, despite being treated like I'm a piece of glass sometimes, there are some benefits to having your mother think you're mentally un-stable. Sure, sometimes I wish I was mentally un-stable just so I could do something drastic about my mom's behavior, but it does have it's perks. For example, when I do something wrong, she rarely yells at me. She's terrified that I might go slit my wrists because of it, or something like that.
No matter how many times I assure to her that I'm fine, she doesn't believe me. It's been like this ever since I wrote this really depressed, suicidal entry in my diary about a year ago, an entry that mom decided to read because the book was open. I haven't thought things like that in more than half a year, and she still thinks I do. But it's my diary! I have the right to write whatever I want in it. I shouldn't have to worry about my mom snooping in and reading it again. But I guess my subconscious sees it differently, and I haven't actually written any diary entries in a long time. When I do, they are never really emotional, detailed or expressive. I just write words that don't mean anything at all. What a waste of ink.
I helped out at the BBYO food drive, me, Tara and her ex Rob. I'm getting together with Danielle today to work on our dance. It's to 'Mirando de Lado' by a band called Kinky, so if you like you can download it and pretend you're watching me. ^_~ Anyways, I'm off to go look over my lines and get some coreography from Moulin Rouge and Chicago.
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