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(no subject) [Jan. 22nd, 2006|04:58 pm]
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[i feel |apatheticapathetic]

I'm having one of those days where I have a lot of things I need to be doing and an insanely busy week looming over me, but Ella Fitzgerald sings in my head so I would rather be lazy with a cup of jasmine tea and a shallow magazine.

In other words, Sunday.

I don't really care about the football game. I'm asking dad for the occasional update because it's important to him. Just like when he asks me about theatre stuff - we pretend for each other like that.

My mom keeps throwing things into our fireplace, so if I end up dying in the flames you can all have my things.

I'm completely avoiding my anxieties right now.
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(no subject) [Nov. 23rd, 2005|02:53 am]
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I just joined two Pittsburgh related communities because I am making the best of what I have been given.

PLEASE let cool things come of this.
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(no subject) [Nov. 3rd, 2005|12:39 am]
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I need to do something for myself to make me feel like I matter, to give me purpose, to define me.

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(no subject) [Oct. 19th, 2005|11:26 pm]
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I recieved free BOTTLES of Pantene in the mail today and my parents immediately attempted to steal them. Since we all know that their actual retail value is something like $7000 a bottle, this wasn't going to fly.

I feel like I live in that part of Disney's Aladdin where Abu has to distract people while he steals bread and then does gymnastics on the tops of roofs and things.
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(no subject) [Sep. 30th, 2005|01:08 am]
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[i feel |annoyedornery]

Isn't that a great word? Ornery. Just say it. Orrrrnerrrreeeeeeee. You love it.

I'm annoyed with everything except the following:
-Conan O'Brien
-my television set
-those plastic bears that honey comes in
-the delicious honey found inside

Tonight, while on my nightly walk I noticed something. I knew that my neighborhood now holds a lot of teenagers, especially boys, that used to be youngins when I was in high school.

However, there are so many of them on their cell phones in their front yards that our neighborhood smells like Fierce--you know, Abercrombie and Fitch's "I have no personality, so I must smell like this" cologne. It makes me queasy and I might talk to the mayor of the borough about it. I mean, give the kids an attic to "pimp da ladies" via phone. I would really like to walk around the block without witnessing male teen angst pace its parents' lawn while protesting, "I don't even know that other girl. She's Jake's friend or something!" and choking me to death with its awkwardness and lack of individuality.

God, I'm too amazing to possibly live here.
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triumphant return! [Aug. 28th, 2005|08:43 pm]
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[i feel |tiredtired]

Okay, not really, but I'm back at any rate.

The past two weeks have included: A.) Moving everything I've ever owned from Edinboro back to Pittsburgh and then moving it from the garage to my room. B.) Week long vacation in the West Indies with the family.

A.) I'm not even done with this yet. I just own entirely too much shit. Period. I was a touch depressed last week so I did everything I could to keep my mind and my hands busy. I read both The Bell Jar and I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. The Bell Jar had me thinking that I was going crazy, but I think I liked it. I Know Why... was wonderful, but ended way too abruptly for my tastes. I've also gotten into all this feng shui bs in while reorganizing my room so I can improve my life via interior design and chi flow or something. I'll let you know how that goes.

B.) Gorgeous island. Very poor island. We were also some of the few white-folk on the island which was really weird. And everyone says hi to you as you walk or drive past. And they really do listen to Bob Marley non-stop. I'm actually tan, and if you know me in real life, you're apt to not believe that statement.

Well, I'll update about what is going on in my brain later. I'm tired from traveling and need to shower and things.

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summertime, and you're driving me crazy [Aug. 10th, 2005|03:51 am]
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[i feel |frustratedfrustrated]
[i hear |the widow//the mars volta]

If I see:

"summertime and the living is easy"

in ONE MORE PERSON'S AIM profile I will go APE SHIT.

This was written by George and Ira Gershwin, seen here or, if your brain is too small to handle non-cartoons, here. This is a picture of who did NOT write "Summertime."

This song was written as a black soprano aria, NOT as a song that you listen to while you pass around a bong and talk about government conspiracy theories.

Do yourselves a favor and take an Intro to Music course, assholes.

Wannabe hippies get the thumbs down.

On an unrelated note, I'm really in the mood for chai. I might go and get some tomorrow.
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changes [Aug. 6th, 2005|04:16 pm]
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[i feel |anxiousanxious]
[i hear |february//miss kritty]

I've got about a week left in Edinboro. Maybe less. My lease says I need to be out by Wednesday, but I think the landlord and I both know that's not happening. I've got class till 8:15 that night. I want to extend it until that Sunday, but I don't know if that's possible.

Where do we go from here?

Part of me already longs for this place and good times from years past. I want my innocence back. No, I don't. I like who I am, but I liked her too. Everything's so jumbled.

I AM excited to go back to Pittsburgh. I want to experience a new Pittsburgh this time. When I lived there I had two different worlds. One was of typical high schooldom: malls, movies, mini-golf. I never really felt comfortable there. So I had my theatre friends. Rocky Horror, coffee shops, plays. I need these things again. I knew where everything in and around Pittsburgh was because they were all from different places, none of which was my high school. I love my high school friends, but I've outgrown them and their interests. They were never truly who I am.

I've already begun to find my old artsy counterparts via myspace, thank God. One of them sent me a messaged signed "your long lost sister." She has no idea. I need to hang out with her again. And Anth. And whoever else...I'll find new people through these people. It's all a network. I need these people because they remind me that it's important to dream, and even more important to never settle. I have to get there. I have a dream to achieve. This is why Kritty needs to visit. This is why I need to go and see Diana. They are these people.

My high school friends are either happy to stay put or all talk and no action. I just can't have it. It sounds like I'm "breaking up" with them. I'm not. They're still my friends, but my soul is leading me elsewhere.

Can you sense the utter desperation? It's just dripping off the screen.

I think Edinboro is to blame. It's so weird, but I had all the artsy I needed while no where near a city. Art majors, music majors, theatre majors, Mason (who encompasses all...). Life without Mason in close proximity is going to suck. Just plain suck. He's the only person on this earth who 100% gets me. However, that's not to say there won't be others out there who are able. I just need to find them.

(Sarah, it occured to me post-script that you might think I was talking about you. Well, I'm not. Although you are a friend and from high school, you are a writer, you are a dreamer. You have a passion for something, and that's what I'm looking for.)
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how can it be august already??? [Aug. 1st, 2005|01:41 am]
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[i feel |contemplativecontemplative]
[i hear |black coffee//ella fitzgerald]

Time is flying past. I would swear it was May yesterday.

My birthday went well. It inadvertantly turned into this week-long festival of birth which was just fine by me. As for the actual day, I was in a funk for the first part of it, but I recieved some very unique cards and presents, and the good Lord above knows I loves me some unique. I also got to spend my day with Mason and his sister Addie, both of whom I love more than words can say.

I helped Mason and Maribeth finish up cleaning their apartment today. I can't believe they've moved out of there. It was the most amazingly gorgeous apartment in Edinboro (it has track lighting and a hot tub...I KNOW), and so well-hidden. I have had such incredible, memorable times there. I just happened to be trapped there during both the Edinboro Flood (this past fall...the lake came up and crossed the street to my parking lot, but luckily it didn't get too near the building) and the Edinboro Apocalpse (when it snowed so much the power was out EVERYWHERE and it was the first weekend in APRIL and had been 60 or something earlier that week). During the big snow storm we lit every candle in the place (about 60 or so...seriously) and sat around singing and talking about what Broadway musical parts we thought were perfect for each other. I'm going to miss these humans.

I only have two more weeks here and I am clamouring to squeeze in everything I can with these folks before they are no longer accessible. Conversely, I'm also treasuring my solitude as I will lose it until I move into my own "real" apartment. I'm really going to miss my former hotel room studio apartment. I did a lot of growing up here. There's so much more than that, but I'm sure I'll attempt to be profound about it later.

I went to Cleveland with my best girlfriend Molly on Friday night and we saw Songs for a New World. It was INCREDIBLE. It was one of those life changing experiences where your soul dies only to come back to life ten times better. I can't believe that music and voices like that exist. It makes me feel overwhelmed like I want to do that really bad and I think I could match the talent and passion, but...what if I couldn't?

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Und now... [Jul. 24th, 2005|01:50 am]
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[i feel |happyhappy]
[i hear |careless whisper//ben folds y rufus wainwright]

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