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they sat in his stairwell and played 'who would you do' [Jan. 27th, 2006|09:52 pm]
I feel really hyped up right now but also tired. At Jesse's house today, we were all wrestling (in a loose sense...) and now I have an intense urge to fight someone. Rrr. Wrestling is a really good outlet. If your not a pacifist and can stand some scrapes and bruises. Me and Taoe sat in the Hong Kong Cafe this afternoon for like an hour and 1/2 watching Ray. All in all my day, like myself, was pretty badass.

Emerson theater festival tomorrow. I have to be there at 7. Dear lord. Chinesse food + Indian food= crampy stomach. Very little sleep in the past week + wrestling + walking around town all day= sleepy.

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(no subject) [Jan. 17th, 2006|10:35 pm]
oh dear. i have found my self in my place again. my place i retreat to too often. my place of anti-productivity and... no that's no true. i am productive. just not productive at what my school tells me i should be productive at.

if my assignment was to sift (digitally that is,) through old photos i would be acomplished.
if my assignment was to make a series of short stop and go animation films with the chochkies from my dad's desk i would be all done.

but it's not. so i suck. and i'll just fail all my classes. and never ever watch the ten o'clock news. and eat some annie's. and go to sleep and not think about things i did not do. maybe i'll watch seinfeld and lie to my mom and say everything is done.

what i want to do is take the video camera lying next to me and create beauty. tommorow.
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(no subject) [Jan. 16th, 2006|11:48 pm]
i should not have eaten capachinno filled chocolate this late at night.

my weekend was(in no perticular order).... two hours chatting in McDonalds with Jesse and Jessica, spending a shitload of time at Liza's, studying (oh yeah that's right i studied) with Taoe, work, burritos and bookstores with Joanna and Sofia, costume bowling with the lots o lovely brigaders, spending more shitloads of time at Liza's, humanities paper, screaming matches with mom, more Liza's.

I feel like I look super young in this picture. Mainly because of how much Sunny has to squat to reach my height.

now i'm gonna show off my gin-taught tagin' skillz hells yep:
more lovlies from bowlingCollapse )

okay so i was going to do more but i just got verrry tired. so yeah. just showin of my cuttin skills. all right.
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Entertaining the masses... all three of you. [Dec. 15th, 2005|11:11 pm]
I was doing research for my film for Media class on the Iraq war- which is turning into being on teen recruitment but I don't know I don't have much done. Anyway I may interveiw Sofia and she spoke about the Anarchist Social Club, and I googled it and it's a group at CSW, her school. I was reading their ideals statement or whatever, I forget what it was called. They spoke about how when we were children we idolized Pirates and Robbers not CEO's and softwear designers. They spoke about how we didn't fear death. That stuck out to me. I was scared shitless of death as a child. I would lie awake and not want to die and my dad, the softwear and website designer, would comfort me.

I had one of those thoughts last night. I didn't want to die. Ever. I really hate thinking about it.

I also rubbed my eye today and it felt like my eyelid flipped inside out or the eye fell out or something. It freaked me out. If I have to hear another presentation on Immigration I'm going to poke my eyes out on purpose.

It's Aliza's birthday tommorow. Everyones turning sixteen. CFS reunion basicly. I'm not ready for sixteen. I need these next six months like no other.
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(no subject) [Dec. 4th, 2005|01:09 pm]
It's snowing out. Everything outside my window is white, except tree branches and the side of the neighboring, possibly abandoned triple decker next to me. That is a tropical green and yellow. I'm listening to Regina Spektor and looking out the window and life feels most perfect. You don't have to live in the country for snow to be beautiful, it makes it's own kind of beutiful in the city. Although I wouldn't mind being at Zizi's house in the Valley right now. That would be quite lovely too. I was downtown for a bit yesterday. Peaked my head into Macy's, Filene's Basement and Filenes. Macy's didnt feel as Christmasy as the others. The Basement felt Chistmasy in that it embodies the craze of shopping in its dingy bagain basement self. All the perfumes in Filenes make my nose want to jump off my face, find a corner and curl up and die. Some nice men in the train station had some very informitive literature letting me know I was going to hell. It was so cold I ran the last block home. But really the snow makes up for it all. It says "Sorry some things about this season suck, but look how pretty I am, twirling outside your window, looking ever so peaceful". Silly white stuff.
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(no subject) [Nov. 30th, 2005|10:58 pm]
I was writing for theater class about Statuing. I really miss it. I wish I had had more opportunities to perform this summer because recalling those memories, oh man, it was just fantastic. It's such a unique thing, opportunity, experience. Oh my, I'm deffinately going to spend a lot more time on that next summer. Unless I go to Mexico in July. Or the Fringe in Scottland in August (that would be uber-fantastic). Or both. That would be a crazy ass summer. I should go back to my homework.
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(no subject) [Nov. 12th, 2005|06:11 pm]
I wish I did photography. I put it as one of my interests because I am indeed very interested in it, yet have never really given it a try because I don't have the resources to. There are just so many things in the world I would love to capture through my own lense onto film. I'm thinking about the Copley Library. It is so lovely. I could live there... sometimes I wish I did. It's so quite during the day. Good quiet, because you're surrounded by people but they're not actually near you and in your buisness. There just there living, and so are you. And even though theres no computer, and so many books that they intimidate you, you're perfectly at peace because somehow the building and the surroundings and the quiet just do that. It's the kind of enviroment you want to breath in and live off of. That courtyard...mmm. And if I lived there, at night... it would not be quiet, but it would be fun. I spelled quite wrong multiple times and I don't give a damn.
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venting makes me happy. [Nov. 11th, 2005|01:36 pm]

diving into sylvia plath, shakespeare and some japanesse guy. time to analyze some poetry. allright. oh god i just feel like avoiding everything right now. i just can't get started. liza sarah and nora are all downtown. i hate having lots of work. especially work i know i could do relitively easily but continue to procrastinate because.... i don't know why. okay time to stop whining. work!

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i'm no good at titles [Nov. 11th, 2005|09:30 am]

my internal clock is out to get me. or maybe it's the sun. either way i've woken up far to early both yesterday and today despite the fact i have no school and should be sleeping in.

i love how you can tell it's cold my just looking out the window. i wan't to go sit outside and drink tea. but i need to clean my room and do homework. but i probably won't do that either.

i'm going to miss working on the land after next weekend. the farm is shutting down for the winter. it's so beautiful this time of year. absolutely gorgeous. i really do just love looking at it.

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