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Sunday, February 10th, 2002
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5:50 pm
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| Thursday, November 1st, 2001
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9:06 pm - Been Busy
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Ive been busy.
This is what happens when school starts.
Im currently sick (the flu). Stress. No Sleep. This is what also happens.
Nevertheless, other than that life is good. Busy, Stressful, Jam Packed to the Max but good. Im contented.
current mood:  sick
current music: Silence: My head hurts.
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| Saturday, September 15th, 2001
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2:52 pm - advice for the disasterous
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The other night i was lectured (in some form or another) by my best friend. I was advised to stop thinking, and start feeling...
perhaps i should start listening to her more often.
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2:48 pm - still shocked.
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i suppose there are people out there (or perhaps not) wondering why i have not alluded to the tragedy which has shocked us all...
i cant. ive cried. ive spent many sleepless nights with a racing mind and a cold sweated body.
i just wish it would all go away. and perhaps, just perhaps if i cease making conversation, cease the thoughts, cease reading the daily paper...well maybe i might be able to laugh again.
current mood:  gloomy
current music: ani difrancooooooo
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| Sunday, September 9th, 2001
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10:50 pm - weekend fun
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Im not quite sure why im posting an entry. I dont have much to say and by the look of the mess surrounding me, i have a room to clean. I had a nice weekend. Friday I went to the Western Fair and to a party. Saturday I grooved and sweated to a fantastic show at the Embassy - our local hole in the wall club. ahhh oh the music.
(If you ever have an opportunity to check out DRUM AND TUBA (on RIghtious Babe Records) do so! you wont regret it. promise)
current mood:  pleased
current music: jazz comp
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| Thursday, September 6th, 2001
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4:07 pm - perhaps, just perhaps
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I was thinking today about LIFE, as one often does while brewing tea and slicing coffeecake.
I was pondering how quirky situations often turn out and, how implausible reality often seems.
An individual like myself for example can daydream hours away, imagining various scenarios and living out their life's most wild fantasies - all within their minds romanitarian theatre.
Eventually, they will become rather dejected. They might dwell on these fictitious accounts, wondering (perplexed) if such 'dillusions' will ever come true, bridging the gap between fantasy and reality.
Then, one sunny sept. afternoon an event, so common place leaves you smiling and uplifted all day long.
Something so simple it was booted off the mind theatre casting call before the director even walked into the building.
Perhaps, life isnt as complex as we make it out to be.
Perhaps, if you stop just looking, you might find all that you've been looking for...
current mood:  content
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| Sunday, August 26th, 2001
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8:45 pm - when the rain lets up
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I was to go camping this evening until...
until it began to rain. It clouded over a bit, the air muggy and thick. By this time I had been up two hours heaving large christmas and halloween displays off our tent trailor. Needless to say, I was rummaging for my tent. I found it eventually - in the trailor. I head of to work, fairly confident that the clouds would pass and they did, for awhile. While grocery shopping at our local A&P, the store dimmed. That's when it happened. The stormclouds, albeit hidden for quite some time, had reappeared. looming. omunious. foreboding. Sure enough, the rain came down long and hard. Upset i made my phone calls. No, camping would not be going on as planned. This was no mere camping trip. It was to be a grand celebration. I had been looking forward to it, and planning it for the last few weeks and now? Now, the rain gods had ignored my prayers and defiantly went about their business.
Fear not, things improved. After making these plans, alternate plans were organized. HOw about tomorrow? I was off and coincidentily so was everyone else. The weather report forcasted fabulous weather. The camp site would be drive. Instead of 6/7, we could head up at 3/4. We could cook dinner. We could set the tents up, go to the beach, eat dinner and STILL have time to laugh, play and party. Well what do you know? Often, events transpose for a reason, even if not immediately clear what that reason may be.
Perhaps I should do a little more intuitive listening and observing of my surroundings than the why's/what's/want's of my mind.
current mood:  pensive
current music: Moby - Play
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| Wednesday, August 22nd, 2001
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7:10 pm - Returning Home
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The foam surfs on rocky edges,
CRASHING
like cymbals in Mozart
Beethoven
or Bach
Extending endlessly,
the BLUE,
stretched out before salty eyes
Dips & Surfaces
Dips & Surfaces.
The waves roll inward,
the surf breaks,
ebbing away geology
and the fishermen,
tired and hungry
return home.
current mood:  rejuvenated
current music: the roar of the atlantic..
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5:37 pm - Pop Queen goes Punk
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My younger sister has recently undergone quite an interesting transition. She's your average 13 year old - I suppose. Up until a few weeks ago she listened to all of your boybands and teen pop idols. She constantly made complaints about my music, making frequent comments such as: "why dont you listen to NORMAL music?" I listen to just about everything, excluding pop, country and for the most part, im not too fond of rap. I dig the indie scene and although there a few mainstream rock acts I will listen to, my musical preferences are usually not played on mainstream radio. Now, a few weeks ago my younger sister waltzed into my room declaring that she HATED pop. I found this interesting. I chuckled. "Oh really?" I asked, "So what kind of music DO you like?" "PUNK" she replied. I was not expecting this. My sister knows nothing about the punk movement. I would not consider myself knowledgeable either but I will readily admit that I sure as hell know more than she does. Now upon questioning my sister about her new inclination towards punk, she rambled on about Blink 182. Now I dont mind them but really, they still fall under this new 'punk-pop/mainstream punk' label. Fine fine. Secondly, i find it amusing that she can claim to be a 'die hard punk fan' when meanwhile blink 182 is THE ONLY cd in her collection that is not pop. Why should this even bother me? She's 13! This is what 13 year olds do right? So what if she sits in the car and memorizes the lyrics from their linear notes (even i didnt go that far when i was younger). So what if she tells me she'd like to get her lip pierced because Tom (is that his name?) has his done. SO WHAT? Sure, it annoys me but i can deal with this. I should be praising her. Lending her some of my cds (needless to say, she would still hate them all. She tends to hate anything until it appears on the top 40) and promoting this new interest in something OTHER than nsync and brittany. I guess what really did it for me was walking into the computer room to hear...to hear....no it couldnt be...SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT. Firstly, im still mystified how she came to download the song. I know, i know it's not like the song is obscure. Although hear me out - weeks go she was oblivious to who kurt cobain was. I'm being illogical. irrational. Yet, i cant help but feel possessive of this song. It's MINE. It does not belong to her generation. (once again, this is me being completely irrational.) Most likely, a friend over her icq list spread word of this song. Maybe, just maybe if she had even an oznce of respect for the musicians who created it, for the album that sold milllions and for the man who represented the voices of a generation - then, maybe then i would not feel so offended.
Quick sidenote, my sister and i JUST finished a mini argument over Queen. Her and her friend were discussing Bohemian Rhapsody. Her friend asked if perhaps it was Queen. My sister: Queen? WHO'S THAT? I walked into the room at this point. "yes, julie you're right. it is Queen." To my sister: "HOW THE HELL CAN YOU SAY YOUVE NEVER HEARD OF QUEEN?" at this point she flips out and dares me, " i bet i could call 200 (uh huh..) people right now and NO ONE would know who Queen was."
Enough Said.
current mood:  aggravated
current music: Nirvana - Nevermind
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1:15 am - shaking in my boots....
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I need to find a more...suitable photo. Well no, i found several that i wanted to use. HOwever, things are never that easy are they? Go figure, for some technological reason i was unable to access them. I suppose one of these days i might scan a real photograph of myself. Oh my, wouldn't that require effort though?
I had a 'sit around, watch a movie and do nothing' night this evening. I watched God Blesses or something along those lines. I am certain that tonight's sleep will cease to go uninterrupted . Ever seen stigmata? I did. I found it terrifying. Yes, this movie seemed to fall in the same category. This whole new wave of religion based horror flicks have me hiding under the blankets. It's not that im even religious in any shape or form. Nevertheless, a plot composed of....you know, if i get into it NOW, i will never sleep! Enough enough!
(hah, and i thought i would never use this journal...)
current mood:  scared
current music: belle and sebastion
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| Tuesday, August 21st, 2001
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9:29 pm - welcome welcome
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Ive never had an online journal before. I once embarked on the perplexing task of starting up my own webpage. Needless to say, I never got too far on that one...
Why AM I registered here? Well, now Im still unsure myself. I have my own personal journal in which i currently scrawl my inner thoughts and fears, my daily ramblings and other jumbled up cosmic creations that float around my mind. Will I even use this site? Perhaps...perhaps not.
Either way, it will be one more addition to my list of odds and sods I always wanted to get around to doing but never had the time nor effort to do so. At least NOW, i can enter 'url address' the field on guestbooks.
I should probably eat now. My last meal was at 1...
current mood: satisfied
current music: Pamela Means
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