jesus was way cool

He could have baked the most delicious cake in the world. And i, for one, stand by that. Even if the cake was really flat and lacked our modern pink frosting, jesus would still have made a very, very good cake.

Today i'm off to Borders in a wee bit and then i must work.

he rose from the dead, danced around, and went up to heaven. i mean, that's just so cool. jesus was so cool
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  Don't think i've never had lonliness
but moreso, don't suppose it stops me

I finally went to my mom's house again last night, with Rachel this time. My mom lives so close to the edge even i have nothing to tell her. I've been slowly moving to her house, as there is little room for me and my packratness at my dad's house. I brought most of my extra clothes there (the ones that don't exactly fit due to my current fatness, or the ones i keep for costumes, or the ones i keep due to their sheer humour value) and Mom decided we had to go through them all, serving only to add to the considerable mess that has been built up in that old farmhouse. Mom quit her depression meds, and Rachel helps so little with her desire to only watch Buffy and read manga. Rachel, our mother is weird, yes, but a little kindness never hurt anyone... not even you. The red shirts=bad idea; the trip to Lacrosse=bad idea; trains=bad idea; but you could always say no in a bit nicer way. I realize the Lacrosse thing really pisses you off, just as mom always telling me to ask grandma for money really pisses me off... but again, nicer.

Today is the NoPants Party (finally) an event Nik & Tony came up with years ago that will not fail the way the Earthquake party failed. If you read this today you should come (my dad's house). Wear no pants, that's the only rule. Oh, i am so excited. I forgot that Bekah doesn't work Wendesdays anymore, so that means she can come! The Malaysian will probably come too... what a way to meet all us crazy Americans. With no pants, with Angel and probably smoke breaks to avoid too much of it.

Bekah says: "saliva!"

we have Johnny Cash playing, yay, i couldn't donate plasma, boooo, i'm broke. no food at the party unless you get it yourself.

fin
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  fog rainbow

last late night in EC before i'm officially a resident of Madison again. Rachel & Donna slept over and we all watched Buffy and walked Jessi late late at night.

aight. gotta move tomorroww and i don't wanna. argh.

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  i'm so glad i have a toothbrush here at Nik & Bekah's.
perhaps i meant 'yogic' not 'zen'
just think of the integers....zzzzzjessh.
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  in the end it's okay that i have nothing

another late night when i should really be sleeping. Bryan is playing Quiddich while Bekah, Glynis & Elyse buy stuff from wal*mart and Rachel steals stuff. The plan is to make Tshirts and pretty pants tonight, but i may duck out when they get back so i can go home and sleep. Rachel & i are babysitting little cousins tomorrow, and she's waking me up to do so. Or Audriana, Tyson & Cora will, which would be cuter but equally annoying and headache inducing.

i have a lot to do, school and finance wise. I also have finally decided what exactly i want to do with the round table i got, but it's much more ambitious than it ought to be. I.E., time consuming. I've gotten to a quantity breaking point with my collage: i cannot make anything quickly as i know i have better stuff elsewhere if i could just find it. I also cannot afford all the colour photocopies this project will require. Have i mentioned how much i screwed up my finances this summer? Because i did. i should just drop out of college, that's so much simpler.

I still feel bad about hitting that bunny the other day. Ay.

Aryan's dog is still at my house. Thomas doesn't like hym.

hym, like hymn except not so harmonic. Bangy does have the yodeling dissonance down.

you know, thinking zen things like 'the core of strength' take on a whole new meaning when you're driving the Jesus/Leroy mobile and smoking. and you just ran over a rabbit on TT while actually on time for work for once.

and she felt even better than on the day she forgot dualism
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i am so sad
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  "every sadness needs a catalyst"~Desaparacidos~

A few things:
1. the weather here in EC has been phenomenal this week. It makes me glad to be here, besides the fact i'm having a great summer and am anticipating a really (hard yet) good semester.

2. I attended my cousin John's upscale wedding Friday, the gift opening Saturday, and a picinc in honour of the long-lost extended family Sunday. The wedding was complete with duct tape, the (very Republican) Italian Mafia, and several heirs of 3M. My mom's new plot is that since i'm clearly not going to marry a good, righteous and god-fearing boy that i had better marry someone wealthy, so she eva so discreetly pointed at all the 3M nephews all evening before Rachel & i had the good sense to wait it out in the car. And talk to Chasina about smoking too.

3. i hit a bunny on the way to work tonight, and Karen kindly consoled me while Evan, Sarah H. & Chad criticized my driving choices and my character in general. I've never roadkilled anything before and the crunch was most atrocious and scarring to myself... and well, the rabbit itself of course. So the night ended up very funny, but it was very much youhadtobethere and hear Sarah's dry 'you had control' humour. wait, scars don't form when you're dead. now i feel bad again.

4. Loser test: who can you identify by car? at work?

5. i had a new idea today, but i think i want ot run it by the resident Theological Physicist. For my memory: bell curve, cognition, and choices at every turn. oh! alternate universes, music, and agriculture too. Sounds like a sarah rant in the making, no?

the best of all possible lives is a conscious choice at every juncture
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  i think i have forgotten how to sleep. i made a midnight snack/breakfast an hour or so ago, and i feel fine. crash.

i wish my email worked on this computre. crash.
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  ChocoLateBLood25: 'just because people don't deserve to take up space doesn't mean you should go around and kill them'
Donna, you are very wise my friend.

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  oooooh, i tied knots in my hair and i want dreadlocks. they're called rastas in spanish, and i don't know if i mentioned it, but i think that's damn cool. cause it is.
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  "have you ever been slapped by a six-handed woman god?" ~Bekah, in an Indian accent~

And so it goes: my sleep schedule continues to worsen. At this rate i'll just skip a 'night' of sleep before school starts soas to be back on track. Kinda like my stepdad with his milking (cows). After work, as i did not close today, i towel battled Glynis (and lost much) went home to watch Buffy with Rachel, then Bryan, Rachel R. & Bekah came over with grand ambitions of getting drunk. I had grand amounts of vodka conviently stored from the last of the Bryan adventures, so all was successful... except with me, of course, because except for the smoking i am as they say 'straight edge.'

Rachel & i are one episode away from the end of season 1 of Buffy, and plan to watch all of season 2 this week. It's possible!

I was just talking with Bryan upon the porch about the importance of design (space) upon human cognition.... experience and feeling anyway. It had never occured to him before that space influences behavior (as behaviour influences emotion et cetera), and in most simplistic terms i tried to explain it as such: 'you have different conversations at your church than you would at your boyfriend's house, correct? That's due, of course, to your company, but also due to the space itself. Assuming both places are designed well, the church should make you think lofty thoughts of repentance while the bedroom should make you think of lusty thoughts of... your boy." okay, i couldn't think of a good -ance at the moment, and still can't. But the point stands lucidity & flow aside.

Now, the classic example of bad design is Bekah's parent's house. The house, standing solitary in the countryside, was originally built by some old jerk who hated his wife. "oh, honey, you can't walk up and down stairs? I'll put the laundry room in the basement! and no shoot either!" i hear evil laughre from the drawing table. After Bekah's family moved in, it worked fine for some time: they like it for its remote location and the garage that now houses horses. There's room for dogs and little worries of traffic when Magnus runs away. However. After Bekah & Glynis displayed a need for their own bedroom, they added on, and rather than making the longish rectangle an easily navigated square, they added on away from the driveway (presumably to preserve the entrance way?) creating a very long, narrow and poorly-lit series of rooms.

Let me illustrate for those among you who haven't visited. Enter: kitchen. Basement doorway immediately, closet doors & fridge. To get into the actual kitchen, you must thwart the loving advances of abovementioned dog. To get into dining room, you must navigate small space between stove & shelving. To get into living room A, you must again thwart Magnus and then navigate between computre & chairs. To get through living room A, you must navigate more chairs, table, and probably some adoring cats. To get into living room B, you must cross the threshhold of a loom, a piano, an endtable, and usually some boxes or a garbage can. To get to Bekah's old bedroom, you must next again battle Magnus who is probably still hungry, but more importantly there's another chair and a bikeinplace machine. By that time you're exhausted and hungry yourself, but you might as well die as the kitchen is approximately 3 animals and 12 clumsy chairs away.

There are no hallways to speak of in said house, which is usually a good choice in efficient design, but in this case where 4 rooms are lined up in a row it'd be less complex with either a center room or the wasted space of a hallway. Furthermore, Bekah's parents' bedroom is right in between hers and her sister's, limiting their freedom of noise and both childrens' as well. Both bathrooms involve more entrance battles than i'd care to mention at this time to enter.

My house is itself no beacon of design greatness, as few among the post-Bauhaus American shit set are... and it of course contains 4 animal obsticles, including spencer who throws everything to shit right there by a factor of at least 13. But the core design idea of a central upstairs room next to the kitchen flows well enough (circles, people) to satisfy me. I did grow up on post-Bauhaus American shit and probably wouldn't appreciate good design right away anyway. The parent's bedroom is far from the 2 primary children's bedrooms, and though the hallways are usually wasted space, they allow me to fight few battles daily on my way towards the bathroom.

i actually find it somewhat funny that the subject needed to come up so explicitly at all. I tend to analyze buildings as soon as i enter them, and have always innately known that space (i.e., in our modern setting, design) control (often to great extent) our functions, feelings and behaviours.

i actually really like my stepdad's house, because it exactly fulfills the purpose of its design and era. It's a farmhouse, built for a big family of tall Poles who didn't exactly know how high counters ought to go. I forgive them as they were fresh immigrants at the time, but the counters do barely cross John's knees. Perfect for me, but then again i respond in crowds to 'Shorty.' Though time wrought incredible havoc on that place, cobblestone foundations hold and each room again serves specific purpose for persons, time and temperature.

Even Rachel's asleep. Note to self: don't get worked up about stuff 3 barrachos think you're silly talking about even when they're sober. i'm so tired, i feel like i towel-battled and lost to the 6-handed woman God, and then she gave me syphallis and some rabies for after dinner mints.

on that note, remodel with care.


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  at least someone has a plan.
read it!
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  "I wonder if they'll refer to Operation Iraqi Liberation as a manafestation of the Botch Doctrine"

Get your war on. You know you want to.
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  this is how you spell syllable: syllable. i think.
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  my sister is very insane.



apparently there are two Ms in "Thomas."... thommis? huh? thommmmmity... like humidity, except whiny-er.

His Name Is Thomas Brokaw Ofta Eddie. End of story.

Fin.
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  it is unfair to criticize youngsters for their mental herbetude 'due to' their reliance on technology
after all, we've had print for generations
and you don't hear peoples complaining about that.
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  a conversation with another ex-Witness:
"you know, Sarah, you're not a very good Witness"
"What gives it away? The smokers' cough or the prominently displayed political button?"
"The piercings"

A Racy's post today, i'm here with Rachel R. & Beth G., whom i haven't seen much of lately. I'm excited to move back to Madison, two weeks and counting. My mom is very funny, our cousin John is getting married on Friday and she believes i will sleep Thursday, but Elyse will be in towne so we're having a partay. Probably at my house, come one and all! I haven't had such a good sleep schedule, last night around 5 was no exception. Tonight i may sleep normally, ihave an obligation to Beacon House, the homeless shelter here in EC. But Tuesday=work, Wendesday=brandy night or Buffy all day, and Thursday, of course,=Mini Reunion Paratay. Bonfires in my backyard? i'll ask my dad. Probably. He's in a good mood since his trip.

I love Eau Claire sometimes. The streets are mapped out with smoking durations to and from friends' houses (a clove & 2/3 from myne to Rachel's) and by people's parents moving decisions and the furniture they took with them.

It is always good to have choice (since birth), and there are some things good to be bad at. I'm excited to be old (to smoke without such guilt) but more importantly i'm excited to be this age. And for this age.

Today i walked the dogs and smoked: like father like daughter. I cleaned the house, ewwww dog hair ewwwwwww. Went to Acoustic with mom & Rachel my sister, and was unable to donate plasma. So i'm broke, but that's the least of my worries... that i never actually worry about anyway. Well oppsieeessssss.

You can only carry a torch so long before it burns you.

I'm so wise in my old age.

"sleepovers at 21, never thought my day would come... bridesmaids..."
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  don't bathe deeply in the earth, Rach

I went to Milwaukee this week with my sister to visit Elyse, and we went to Spyhouse and the library. Very intimidating library, really, i actually prefer L.E. Phillips. The drive was too long but okay, because Rachel & i listened to Modest Mouse, Tori & Ben Folds for many many hours.

Then we discovered that Rachel is allergic to much of the Core and that she should never bathe deeply in it. Nickel, see. Remember when those nickel necklaces were all the rage? Rachel was in pain pain pain.

Life is pain.

Today was a funeral, for my mom's friend Sally, all Jdub funerals exactly the same.... it just makes me really sad: some people deserve better than that. Sincerely. There was much scandal and turmoil abounding in the purple God's house. But not enough, really. You know what to expect at a certain point, and then it all becomes boring.

Now i'm at Bekah's & we're watching Empire Records: The Fans' Addition because Evan *gasp* has never seen it before. He clearly did not attend middle school in Eau Claire... except he did. WTF, mate.

"I'll be back and you'll be sorry!" "I'm already sorry..."
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