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[07 Sep 2008|11:40am] |
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i'm not sorry there's nothing to save.
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[06 Sep 2008|05:06pm] |
you're the shit and i'm knee-deep in it
thats the last line to this song.
i'm in love.
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[30 Aug 2008|12:08am] |
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i lied
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[25 Aug 2008|02:16pm] |
we'll go ahead and avoid telling this story to a billion people.
i have to wait until january to go to school.
finances werent together.
its only a few months but im real bummed.
of couuuuuuuuurse this happens now. of course.
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[14 Aug 2008|11:27am] |
i had to be at work at 430 this morning. i pulled in the parking lot and there was a car literally blocking the front of the building with two blown out tires. there was a dude passed out inside from driving drunk. we got the car towed and he is currently in fort mills local jail wtf. then i went to work and proceeded to eat not one but TWO rotten things. stale orange juice that smelled like mold and then i made a sandwich when i got home i made a sandwich with moldy bread. the most absurd things have been happening to me. this weekend i was with my friend julie and we were driving back from tbe uncc area and one of my tires completely blows out and we FREAKING CHANGED IT AND DROVE MY JEEP HOME WITH THE SPARE ON IT. ps it was three in the morning. absolutely shocking.
also its my last weekend in charlotte until december. weird. hangout pleaseeeeeee
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[08 Aug 2008|06:04pm] |
dad renovated my room while i was gone. it rules the world.
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[27 Jul 2008|09:45am] |
but thank god for this.
im looking through my new home information.
i'm gonna be living in a revamped old-time hotel.
5 W 8th street between 5th & 6th ave
around washington square park
i fly out august 20th
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[25 Jul 2008|03:37pm] |
illegibly.livejournal.com/
i'm tired of searching through ridiculous rants to find writingssss
pictures and things are still gonna be here but
add this one if you wanna
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[20 Jul 2008|09:56pm] |
smiling
weekend ruled
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[11 Jul 2008|04:00pm] |
the vonnegut book is paused. i'm currently reading everything is illuminated by jonathan safran foer. rh says it was made into a film that elija wood is in. apparently he is right. maybe i need to stop reading so much and brush up my film knowledge. until then, here is some writing that i just read that rules. (its referring to the last letter one of the main characters received from his wife before she left him)
it stayed with him, like a part of him, like a birth mark, like a limb. it was on him, in him, him, his hymn: i had to do it for myself.
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[07 Jul 2008|06:31pm] |
ive been doing yoga to explosions, this will destroy you, and of sinking ships and man ive been getting healthy so quick. also today i borrowed another vonnegut book from the library. its called hocus pocus and its gonna rule, i can tell. i leave for pittsburgh tomorrow and will not be back until sunday. one of the days i'm gonna visit ciara who is a girl i met at school. the rest of the days im going to hang out with my family and eat fish and potatoes and read and listen to the ridiculous records they have. most of them are warped but there are still some left. i cant wait to just live super simply for the week.
im going back to new york early by the way. i have to finalize my classes this monday with my advisor and then im set. plus im almost positive i already have a job to transfer to.
i have some updates from my paper journal im gonna eventually put in here. soon maybe. hopefully.
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[26 Jun 2008|11:13pm] |
the inside of your jacket was blown open from
the wind that attempted to keep us away from the ocean.
we were barefoot but we fought it.
these details speak considerably loud
considering we only met the week before.
that night you fluently spoke
in foreign languages i could never comprehend.
i took a step back from this and only attempted to
breathe and remember.
i remember the beats from the creaks of the chairs we rocked in
ashing clove after clove, igniting new conversation.
the dry panels on the porch are probably still burning.
i am not exactly sure where or how that night was lost.
maybe it peeled off the wings of the plane
that moved me miles away from you.
i simplified the words i remembered
until they were nothing but sounds
and i carried your music to the markets we planned to ride bikes to.
it was only a total of three nights but it felt like so many years.
you said that, not me.
i am home now and i have never been so convinced you were
nothing more than the most beautiful dream.
we still have not spoken.
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[26 Jun 2008|03:31pm] |
i'm aware this may be the most musically known fact to ever exist but mike kinsella has been in a billion bands i've really been into at some point in my life. i made the connection today. wow.
now here's something you probably didnt know. during the late fifties early sixties the architect robert moses purposely designed the bridges leading out to long island super low to keep the double decker busses full of minorities off of the upper-echelon beaches.
also i just recently was told i have ancestors who helped build the wall on wallstreet to keep the indians out. awesome. sike
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[25 Jun 2008|11:48am] |
just emailed school about classes soon. its gonna be so grand i miss it there already. it was so weird coming home to very few people and seeing so much sky. it may sound weird but considering i was constantly surrounded by buildings over a hundred stories high, its understandable.
here is the curriculum for next semester. cool.
Drawing Studio 1
2D Integrated Studio 1
3D Studio 1
Laboratory 1
Critical Reading & Writing 1
Perspectives in World Art & Design 1
also good lord these guys will never get old to me. you have to watch the whole thing
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