Accountable Infinity However (Letters to Myself)
30 may 2003
28 may 2003
Yesterday Justin & I tried to restart the swimming gang; however, the pool doesn't open for another week yet. Alas. We were very sad, so we went to Lowes Creek instead and got sunburned.
I've retired my car just to see how long I can do it, with the exception of driving to work, as I work late at one job and the other is in Altoona. ¶ 06:42 0 comments
I've retired my car just to see how long I can do it, with the exception of driving to work, as I work late at one job and the other is in Altoona. ¶ 06:42 0 comments
27 may 2003
They knew it then:
Thamus, king of Thebes to Theuth, supposed inventor of letters:
"being the inventor of art is different from being the one who has to decide what advantages and disadvantages it will bring to those who employ it. [...] This facility will make souls forgetful because they will no longer school themselves to meditate. They will rely on letters. Things will be recollected from outside by means of alien symbols; they will not remember on their own. What you are offering me is a drug for recollection, not for memory... Your instruction will give them only a semblance of truth, not the truth itself."
It's no accident that Plato became the Plato we all know and love: he was of the first generation (ever) to be taught how to read and write as a child.
I suppose while I'm on it, another fun reading fact is that the type of reading we do most often, ie, silently and to ourselves, wasn't invented till the 13th century. ¶ 09:57 0 comments
Thamus, king of Thebes to Theuth, supposed inventor of letters:
"being the inventor of art is different from being the one who has to decide what advantages and disadvantages it will bring to those who employ it. [...] This facility will make souls forgetful because they will no longer school themselves to meditate. They will rely on letters. Things will be recollected from outside by means of alien symbols; they will not remember on their own. What you are offering me is a drug for recollection, not for memory... Your instruction will give them only a semblance of truth, not the truth itself."
It's no accident that Plato became the Plato we all know and love: he was of the first generation (ever) to be taught how to read and write as a child.
I suppose while I'm on it, another fun reading fact is that the type of reading we do most often, ie, silently and to ourselves, wasn't invented till the 13th century. ¶ 09:57 0 comments
25 may 2003
whence born of privelege, time can not change that
privelege to power; power to strife; study says: alzheimer's encouraged by depression in early years
damn
uncle of myne died and no one could remember our phone number? couldn't call us? couldn't tell my mommy about it? He was old, not an uncle i knew too well.... but my mother did. aye yai yai.
she says catholics see their families every holiday, and if they're hardcore every saint's day too
but because of what she is she only sees them at weddings and funerals
well they're all old foogies, so funerals it is
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privelege to power; power to strife; study says: alzheimer's encouraged by depression in early years
damn
uncle of myne died and no one could remember our phone number? couldn't call us? couldn't tell my mommy about it? He was old, not an uncle i knew too well.... but my mother did. aye yai yai.
she says catholics see their families every holiday, and if they're hardcore every saint's day too
but because of what she is she only sees them at weddings and funerals
well they're all old foogies, so funerals it is
bastards ¶ 22:20 0 comments
GOD Aol is awful. My computer can do nothing but suck.
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24 may 2003
I have the attention span of a fish. A very spatially-oriented and prone to addictions fish.
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23 may 2003
Me: Good morning, dad
Dad: Morning. Is that smell your cats?
Me: Probably...
Dad: You should clean it up. I'm allergic to smelly noises.
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Dad: Morning. Is that smell your cats?
Me: Probably...
Dad: You should clean it up. I'm allergic to smelly noises.
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22 may 2003
"A specialist in a field that requires a generalist in life"
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21 may 2003
My bike is worth 5 to 15 times as much as my car.
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20 may 2003
Scene: At dinner this afternoon, Sarah: studying; Rachel: reading Dilbert comics and planning world conquest; the two young sisters surrounded by their adoring pets.
Thomas: *moans*
Sarah: Thomas' head wound looks like bad Jurassic Park makeup
Rachel: or like the fake wounds Dad used in his Paramedic class
Sarah: except there's no femur coming out of it and we can't remove it with velcro
Thomas: *shakes head and chunk of matted blood and fur flies into air; lands on chair with distinct plop! sound*
Jessie: *licks chunck of blood and fur*
Sarah: *dies inside*
Rachel: That was so gross, I lost the will to conquer the world
Sarah: At least some good will come of Thomas' pain?
Thomas: *moans*
If, by some strange twist of fate, I ever become an Algebra teacher, I will use this experience to illustrate palabras. Bloody skin flying througth the air is way more exciting than footballs, no? ¶ 21:38 0 comments
Thomas: *moans*
Sarah: Thomas' head wound looks like bad Jurassic Park makeup
Rachel: or like the fake wounds Dad used in his Paramedic class
Sarah: except there's no femur coming out of it and we can't remove it with velcro
Thomas: *shakes head and chunk of matted blood and fur flies into air; lands on chair with distinct plop! sound*
Jessie: *licks chunck of blood and fur*
Sarah: *dies inside*
Rachel: That was so gross, I lost the will to conquer the world
Sarah: At least some good will come of Thomas' pain?
Thomas: *moans*
If, by some strange twist of fate, I ever become an Algebra teacher, I will use this experience to illustrate palabras. Bloody skin flying througth the air is way more exciting than footballs, no? ¶ 21:38 0 comments
19 may 2003
My class is awesome.
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18 may 2003
I just got back from seeing The Matrix. It was amazing, but I will reserve further comments until all others who would potentially read this have seen it.
The rest is just crap I was thinking about at work today.
Given the choice between two theories, believe the one which is funnier.
Given the choice betwwen two moods, always aim for sarcasm. (Your choices are sarcasm or sincerity.)
It's funny how cyclical time is... or our actions through it. You don't even know. I'm glad someone is amused by this, because I'm not. I will spare you the details.
Third time's the charm, baby, and it's an awful shame to use two-thirds of your chances before using full two of your decades. Not my fault? Not my fault? Then whose? Because seriously, these sorts of things don't just happen. Someone does them to someone, and I'm unwilling to believe anyone would do this to me.
(wait till the fourth you'll know it when you see it)
"woke up this morning with my head so heavy/thought about leaving on the next train coming" M. Brooks
"it's not fair/to remind me/of the cross i bear that you gave to me/you/you/you/oughta know" A. Morrisette
"the mayor's got his place in the shade" Timbuk 3
"i never tried to give my life meaning/by demeaning you/and I would like to say for the record/I did everything that I could do" Ani
I knew it was going to be an odd day when I slept througth the alarm this morning, but was instead woken by Thomas' frantic meawing. Thomas hates my alarm, more than he hates anything. The noise scares him. And the wound on his head is still big, it scares me. The nurse told me not to worry again. Oh god, what do I do? Kitty, kitty.... I knew it was going to be an odd day when I woke up with an Alanis Morrisette song in my head. I don't listen to Alanis Morrisette, and before 8 am I'm incapable of singing... but surprisingly competent at singing. O Shannon loves me!
There is a flaw in the system: choice.
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The rest is just crap I was thinking about at work today.
Given the choice between two theories, believe the one which is funnier.
Given the choice betwwen two moods, always aim for sarcasm. (Your choices are sarcasm or sincerity.)
It's funny how cyclical time is... or our actions through it. You don't even know. I'm glad someone is amused by this, because I'm not. I will spare you the details.
Third time's the charm, baby, and it's an awful shame to use two-thirds of your chances before using full two of your decades. Not my fault? Not my fault? Then whose? Because seriously, these sorts of things don't just happen. Someone does them to someone, and I'm unwilling to believe anyone would do this to me.
(wait till the fourth you'll know it when you see it)
"woke up this morning with my head so heavy/thought about leaving on the next train coming" M. Brooks
"it's not fair/to remind me/of the cross i bear that you gave to me/you/you/you/oughta know" A. Morrisette
"the mayor's got his place in the shade" Timbuk 3
"i never tried to give my life meaning/by demeaning you/and I would like to say for the record/I did everything that I could do" Ani
I knew it was going to be an odd day when I slept througth the alarm this morning, but was instead woken by Thomas' frantic meawing. Thomas hates my alarm, more than he hates anything. The noise scares him. And the wound on his head is still big, it scares me. The nurse told me not to worry again. Oh god, what do I do? Kitty, kitty.... I knew it was going to be an odd day when I woke up with an Alanis Morrisette song in my head. I don't listen to Alanis Morrisette, and before 8 am I'm incapable of singing... but surprisingly competent at singing. O Shannon loves me!
There is a flaw in the system: choice.
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17 may 2003
Thomas has a festering wound on the top of his head, and it gets worse every day. He's had it for three days now, and the nurse (my dad) says I shouldn't worry about it. I've trimmed the fur around it and applied antiseptic (volodine iodine or something like that) as the nurse instructed, but it's getting worse. I'm so worried about my kitty. I think I should take him into the vet. Oh poor kitty. He's so angry. Perterbed, really. Thomas' equilibrium state is 'rather miffed,' but he's downright irritated today. He has every right to be. With a gash that size in my head, i'd be blowing up saabs on main street. Actually I'd bandage it up and not rub at it all day with my claw vestiges. Thomas isn't the brightest. Now he's eating my tomato soup. I guess he has the right. Poor kitty, poor kitty.... what should i do with him?
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16 may 2003
No rest for the wicked.
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15 may 2003
square down
face off
stand up
look straight
What a clever way to kill!
The screams were heard for miles
but the body bore no mark. ¶ 10:01 0 comments
face off
stand up
look straight
What a clever way to kill!
The screams were heard for miles
but the body bore no mark. ¶ 10:01 0 comments
"You can't make a freedom omelette without breaking a few international law eggs!"
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tagboard's back and we're gonna have a party *clap clap*
heya, heya my tagboard's back!
(sing to the tune of my boyfriend's back & we're gonna have trouble) ¶ 07:28 0 comments
heya, heya my tagboard's back!
(sing to the tune of my boyfriend's back & we're gonna have trouble) ¶ 07:28 0 comments
14 may 2003
13 may 2003
JESUS
most holy
corpus bones
*insert profanity here*
so my computer will DIE because I have this project I need to finish on it but it's not working
or my printer, that is
and I can't email it to myself because
my uwec email won't let me paste in the text area
my care2 email screws up the margins
and blogger screws up the punctuation
bugger
next year, i will do my homework ahead of time
i promise myself this
okay, the thing with the Matrix movie is this
that I really, really, really want to go (you know this)
but I have finals friday am & work friday pm till 9
and saturday am at 6
and I will have no car
so i don't know what to do
so I think you all should go without me
ay
I am almost done with this
i have made it all up
"I KNOW WHAT LANGUAGE IS YOU BASTARD!!!" ¶ 23:00 0 comments
most holy
corpus bones
*insert profanity here*
so my computer will DIE because I have this project I need to finish on it but it's not working
or my printer, that is
and I can't email it to myself because
my uwec email won't let me paste in the text area
my care2 email screws up the margins
and blogger screws up the punctuation
bugger
next year, i will do my homework ahead of time
i promise myself this
okay, the thing with the Matrix movie is this
that I really, really, really want to go (you know this)
but I have finals friday am & work friday pm till 9
and saturday am at 6
and I will have no car
so i don't know what to do
so I think you all should go without me
ay
I am almost done with this
i have made it all up
"I KNOW WHAT LANGUAGE IS YOU BASTARD!!!" ¶ 23:00 0 comments
hey rachel! you may be in business- blake thinks seeing the movie in menomonie is a great idea too. The problem, however, is that blake doesn't have a car either, and who else is coming so far? My car won't be fixed by then because I am lazy and poor and I'm gonna make my daddy drive me to work this weekend *evil laugh*
I say we perform chemistry experiments friday afternoon untill we all spontaneously grow new appendages for faster land travel and then race to menomonie on foot and claw. In costume! ¶ 08:07 0 comments
I say we perform chemistry experiments friday afternoon untill we all spontaneously grow new appendages for faster land travel and then race to menomonie on foot and claw. In costume! ¶ 08:07 0 comments
totally kidding, folks...
here's me:
what number are you?
this quiz by orsa
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here's me:
I am infinity You may worship me, but from afar _ |
this quiz by orsa
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I'm sick of doing me, so here's Thomas:
what number are you?
this quiz by orsa
except granma, that is!
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I am p Everyone loves pi _ |
this quiz by orsa
except granma, that is!
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12 may 2003
life is going swimmingly. why? cause i go swimming! lots!
(except for that language final project i have 40 hours to finish) ¶ 16:59 0 comments
(except for that language final project i have 40 hours to finish) ¶ 16:59 0 comments
What is language?
blah blah blah...
someone remind me to do my homework next semester
so i don't FAIL ¶ 16:43 0 comments
blah blah blah...
someone remind me to do my homework next semester
so i don't FAIL ¶ 16:43 0 comments
10 may 2003
I've been exhausted ALL DAY, and now it is my bedtime (or well past it) and I am awake.
So I suppose I will talk more about the concert....
It was my first time in First Avenue and First Avenue is very cool. Especially the girl's bathroom. One important thing to know about First Avenue is that it's in Minneapolis, not St. Paul. This is a very important detail if you're the driver and you're deciding which way to turn on highway 55. Oh yes, we got lost. Oh yes, Minnepinne Avenue YAY! (and by YAY i mean i hate Minnesota, but Minnepinne Avenue the MOST)
Megan H. is my faithful concert buddy, and Daddy's car is my faithful concert car. (This was the third concert in row when my "real" car proved inadequite to get us to the concert, which is in fact a useful thing for cars to do) The opening acts were Head on Femur and Arab Strap, both very good but I'm afraid I can't go into more detail as my attention span today is about as long as a hamster's tail.
I remembered to get a shirt for Mary! I remembered!
Megan, Kenzy, and Sarah I. (who I went to the concert with) are all Racy's girls. Other Racy's people we saw at the concert: Josie, Noah, Ryan, other Sarah, Counter-girl Christy, and a whole group of girls whose names I don't know. Megan & Sarah noted that Racy's just moved to Minneapolis for the evening. The tractor beam of Eau Claire is thwarted once again! We should have taken a bus, and saved my poor Daddy's car the turmoil.
Speaking of cars, yesterday I was driving my car to Bekah's and the power steering, oh yes that wonderful thing that turns your car, went out and I drove home in a state of *not again* panic. Oh yes I love my car. So this morning I took the bus to Altoona and gracefully stole my Daddy's car and drove it to Minnepolis. Don't ever let me say my Daddy is a bad guy, because this is what I did this morning, while he was at work:
Me: Daddy, my car broke down. May I use yours?
Daddy: umm, well you know dear it's technically Kim's car now
Me: oh but Daddy! I'm going to see Bright Eyes! *pouts* I gotta get to St. Paul (by St. Paul I clearly meant Minneapolis)
Daddy: fine. I'll convince my girlfriend to lend her new car to my accident prone daughter. Oh yes, oh yes.
Me: thanks Daddy! You're the greatest! *grabs the keys and runs*
Then I drove it to St. Paul & got lost, and on the way back we got a flat tire. Oh yeah. (did I mention the pouring rain and the fact I haven't slept in two days?) ¶ 23:55 0 comments
So I suppose I will talk more about the concert....
It was my first time in First Avenue and First Avenue is very cool. Especially the girl's bathroom. One important thing to know about First Avenue is that it's in Minneapolis, not St. Paul. This is a very important detail if you're the driver and you're deciding which way to turn on highway 55. Oh yes, we got lost. Oh yes, Minnepinne Avenue YAY! (and by YAY i mean i hate Minnesota, but Minnepinne Avenue the MOST)
Megan H. is my faithful concert buddy, and Daddy's car is my faithful concert car. (This was the third concert in row when my "real" car proved inadequite to get us to the concert, which is in fact a useful thing for cars to do) The opening acts were Head on Femur and Arab Strap, both very good but I'm afraid I can't go into more detail as my attention span today is about as long as a hamster's tail.
I remembered to get a shirt for Mary! I remembered!
Megan, Kenzy, and Sarah I. (who I went to the concert with) are all Racy's girls. Other Racy's people we saw at the concert: Josie, Noah, Ryan, other Sarah, Counter-girl Christy, and a whole group of girls whose names I don't know. Megan & Sarah noted that Racy's just moved to Minneapolis for the evening. The tractor beam of Eau Claire is thwarted once again! We should have taken a bus, and saved my poor Daddy's car the turmoil.
Speaking of cars, yesterday I was driving my car to Bekah's and the power steering, oh yes that wonderful thing that turns your car, went out and I drove home in a state of *not again* panic. Oh yes I love my car. So this morning I took the bus to Altoona and gracefully stole my Daddy's car and drove it to Minnepolis. Don't ever let me say my Daddy is a bad guy, because this is what I did this morning, while he was at work:
Me: Daddy, my car broke down. May I use yours?
Daddy: umm, well you know dear it's technically Kim's car now
Me: oh but Daddy! I'm going to see Bright Eyes! *pouts* I gotta get to St. Paul (by St. Paul I clearly meant Minneapolis)
Daddy: fine. I'll convince my girlfriend to lend her new car to my accident prone daughter. Oh yes, oh yes.
Me: thanks Daddy! You're the greatest! *grabs the keys and runs*
Then I drove it to St. Paul & got lost, and on the way back we got a flat tire. Oh yeah. (did I mention the pouring rain and the fact I haven't slept in two days?) ¶ 23:55 0 comments
the Bright Eyes concert was amazing
i want to see the Desaparecidos so bad now
oh my god
i am very, very tired
i drive too much
two cars breaking down in two days
is almost too much fun for me! ¶ 22:56 0 comments
i want to see the Desaparecidos so bad now
oh my god
i am very, very tired
i drive too much
two cars breaking down in two days
is almost too much fun for me! ¶ 22:56 0 comments
9 may 2003
I am such an American.
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8 may 2003
If you know me at all, you know I have a thing for dangly silver earrings. Well, awhile ago I lost one half of my favorite ones, hematite (a semi-precious gray stone) and silver ones that I got literally in a ditch in Arizona last spring. They are exactly the same length as two of my other big, dangly silver earrings and I wore them constantly. Until I lost one of them, that is. But yesterday I found the missing earring--right in the middle of my floor! Has my room really been that messy? I think not. I think a certain ferret is to blaim. Irregardless, I am very happy to have my favorite earrings back.
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7 may 2003
So I was talking to my sister again the other day, along the same "kill everybody to save the world" thread that I mentioned before. She had me make a list of forty people to save when she kills everybody, because she likes me enough to keep me alive, and I said if I was alive and everybody I knew died I'd be pretty depressed anyway and never talk to her again. She thought it'd be pretty suspicious if a bunch of people I knew lived through her artificial apocylpse, so I'm warning you guys: if 99% of all humans get sent to England and England is mysteriously nuked, pretend you don't know me. But I have nothing to do with it. And if I did I was sleeping when it happened.
"Wait, how many more can I save? Damnit, Rachel, kill the last three people on my list." ¶ 09:10 0 comments
"Wait, how many more can I save? Damnit, Rachel, kill the last three people on my list." ¶ 09:10 0 comments
6 may 2003
Today whilst I was crossing the bridge, a giant red riding lawn mower coming from the other direction suddenly sputtered and veered into my clearly marked walking lane. I, like the clever superhero that I'm not, stood my ground and almost got run over. Luckily the wonderful University gardener dude managed to get his one ton of advanced pruning equipment back into his own lane in time. Then he tried to restart it and it didn't work, so he left the lawnmower in the middle of the bridge and walked away.
Which would be worse: being run over by a Cushman or a malfunctioning giant lawn mower? ¶ 10:32 0 comments
Which would be worse: being run over by a Cushman or a malfunctioning giant lawn mower? ¶ 10:32 0 comments
5 may 2003
Sarah Heart gave me earrings from her trip to Mexico. They are fabulous!
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Last night while I was doing my English project, I listened to my new Ben Folds album. Ben Folds "was never comfortable turning in a bunch of shit." How ironic[al]. Someday I will learn to do my homework ahead of time. Then, when I got to class an hour ago, it turns out we had to do a presentation also, which I was not at all prepared for. Luckily, I can bs quite well, and my teacher actually liked my project. With some people, it is true that when you point out all the flaws they'll pay more attention to what you actually did well.
"one down and 3.6 to go..." ¶ 08:03 0 comments
"one down and 3.6 to go..." ¶ 08:03 0 comments
4 may 2003
Don't Panic
or
A Story of Five Yous
There is no such thing as control.
I have been shown my place. Congratulations, you win. Who would have suspected that? 'it's a dry one matey, throw it back!'
And if I had been alive before 1995 (when all the good pop songs came out) would i know what you're talking about?
There is no such thing as control.
Hay dos cosas en la sociedad: conocer y saber. Circle one.
You shouldn't change it for your company. I love you anyway-what choice do i have? But i wish you wouldn't.
"this is not real, this is not real, this is not really happening
you bet your life it is
you bet your life it is
you bet your life"
~Tori Amos~
I know I've asked it before, but i really did want to know: how does it feel to be you? beautiful, loved, mourned? and those aren't your choices, my boy, they're my descriptions of you.
A love of opposites doesn't make one accepting: it makes one cold. It is better to be opionated than kind. Thoughts that hurt my head, and yet when you speak I don't know what to say. I love you and everything you do.... but left to my own reactions I would simply hate yours. The person can't be blamed for the idea. The person can't be hated for the idea. As soon as you blame people for what they have done, you're open to hate. And when you're open to hate it's a hard thing to close. But what else can you do? I cannot accept this world. this end. A future that's not ours. I want it to be myne.
in glimpses of lives you could have chosen.
And while we're talking about it, [heh] why did you choose this life? piddling away at the end of the gossip chain waiting for news of me again? Well, I keep a low profile these days, boy, and even our gossips wouldn't think twice about me. My statis is critical but stable, and even you should know that by now.
"god help you if you are a phoenix
and you dare to rise up from the ash
a thousand eyes will smoulder with jealousy
as you are just flying past"
(~Ani~)
"ice age coming, ice age coming, take the money and run take the money and ice age coming ice age coming"
(~Radiohead~)
There is no such thing as control.
There are things you are and there are things you have. I love you for making that distinction.
Fifty four years, one hundred forty four thousand angels, three hours, sixty days. Magic in numbers.
Red hair for red soul, wear more red for your red eyes
changing sentiment is hypocritical if i expected you to remember it
and, oh no, honey, i wouldn't quote anarchists to you. How would i dare? How do you sleep at night?
John Lennon is way better.
your words are rewards, and i have been very very bad.
'ay, your punishment is.... you win!'
(it's movie magic, folks)
A love of opposites doesn't make one strong...
"There's one thing you can't hide, it's when you're crippled inside" (~John Lennon~)
Sixty days, my boy.
(walk away/find the lake/what's at stake?)
Sixty days.
There is no such thing as control. ¶ 13:06 0 comments
or
A Story of Five Yous
There is no such thing as control.
I have been shown my place. Congratulations, you win. Who would have suspected that? 'it's a dry one matey, throw it back!'
And if I had been alive before 1995 (when all the good pop songs came out) would i know what you're talking about?
There is no such thing as control.
Hay dos cosas en la sociedad: conocer y saber. Circle one.
You shouldn't change it for your company. I love you anyway-what choice do i have? But i wish you wouldn't.
"this is not real, this is not real, this is not really happening
you bet your life it is
you bet your life it is
you bet your life"
~Tori Amos~
I know I've asked it before, but i really did want to know: how does it feel to be you? beautiful, loved, mourned? and those aren't your choices, my boy, they're my descriptions of you.
A love of opposites doesn't make one accepting: it makes one cold. It is better to be opionated than kind. Thoughts that hurt my head, and yet when you speak I don't know what to say. I love you and everything you do.... but left to my own reactions I would simply hate yours. The person can't be blamed for the idea. The person can't be hated for the idea. As soon as you blame people for what they have done, you're open to hate. And when you're open to hate it's a hard thing to close. But what else can you do? I cannot accept this world. this end. A future that's not ours. I want it to be myne.
in glimpses of lives you could have chosen.
And while we're talking about it, [heh] why did you choose this life? piddling away at the end of the gossip chain waiting for news of me again? Well, I keep a low profile these days, boy, and even our gossips wouldn't think twice about me. My statis is critical but stable, and even you should know that by now.
"god help you if you are a phoenix
and you dare to rise up from the ash
a thousand eyes will smoulder with jealousy
as you are just flying past"
(~Ani~)
"ice age coming, ice age coming, take the money and run take the money and ice age coming ice age coming"
(~Radiohead~)
There is no such thing as control.
There are things you are and there are things you have. I love you for making that distinction.
Fifty four years, one hundred forty four thousand angels, three hours, sixty days. Magic in numbers.
Red hair for red soul, wear more red for your red eyes
changing sentiment is hypocritical if i expected you to remember it
and, oh no, honey, i wouldn't quote anarchists to you. How would i dare? How do you sleep at night?
John Lennon is way better.
your words are rewards, and i have been very very bad.
'ay, your punishment is.... you win!'
(it's movie magic, folks)
A love of opposites doesn't make one strong...
"There's one thing you can't hide, it's when you're crippled inside" (~John Lennon~)
Sixty days, my boy.
(walk away/find the lake/what's at stake?)
Sixty days.
There is no such thing as control. ¶ 13:06 0 comments
2 may 2003
Nor stayed up so late I thought I was a good singer... and days like that are dangerous to my company.
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Movies with Jenny tend to be safer than movies with Nate. I have never broken the law while with Jenny, nor felt endangered for my life.
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1 may 2003
Just so you all know, I was reading some of my old notes today, and I came across the word 'blue.' The notes were about a play I went to. Why did I write blue? Then I thought maybe I wrote 'brie.' The cheese. I think that's what they ate in the play.
Then I realized I had written "love."
That's how bad my handwriting is.
Later, in the same notes, it says 'heresy,' and I think I meant 'honesty.'
freudian slip much? ¶ 12:57 0 comments
Then I realized I had written "love."
That's how bad my handwriting is.
Later, in the same notes, it says 'heresy,' and I think I meant 'honesty.'
freudian slip much? ¶ 12:57 0 comments
