| 9 servings per box |
[Jan. 15th, 2008|09:54 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Office | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Rocky Horror Picture Show- Planet Schmanet, Janet | ] |
Today's Goal: Eat an entire box of Wheat Thins |
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| Gypped |
[Mar. 16th, 2007|10:10 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  content | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dresden Dolls- Shores of California | ] |
My horoscope this morning was one sentence long-
"Be grateful to those who have supported you through some tough times."
I bestow gratefulness upon you all. |
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| FUCKING GIGANTIC CAJONES |
[Feb. 11th, 2007|02:24 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  jubilant | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tegan and Sara- Downtown | ] |
I JUST QUIT CHINA DELIGHT TAKE THAT YOU BASTARDS.
WHOOP.
FUCK YEAH.
Oh, and I love studying. |
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| A Wonderwall to climb |
[Jan. 16th, 2007|04:29 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sleepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Travis- Slide Show | ] |
I heart you school. I hate you snow.
I adore you Tim. I dislike you dirty old men.
I can't live without you Raisin Bran Crunch. I loathe you week-old Cinnamon Raisin Bagels.
My laptop broke recently. I couldn't type the letters "n" or "b." It is fixed now and I promise you, oh laptop of mine, that I will no longer
a) drop you
b) allow people to spill wine on you
c) say a word that could damage your reputation
Not to mention I think I am getting better! No more strept throat, kidney infection, nor vicious colds. I shall eat ginger, cough drops, and water everyday. I might even clean my house. Oh, my life will be fixed just like my laptop was. |
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| New Years Resolutions Part Two |
[Jan. 8th, 2007|09:39 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  crappy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tegan and Sara- Speak Slow | ] |
New Years Resolutions (Revisited)
1. Quit smoking.
Smoked daily since.
2. Don't fuck up with Tim.
Oops.
3. Reach my target weight, and stay there.
Gained two pounds.
4. Clean my fucking house.
I did the dishes, that is it.
5. Learn how to do laundry, maybe some cooking.
I microwaved something a couple nights ago...
FUCK! |
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| Save us, SOS |
[Jan. 1st, 2007|09:38 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  recumbent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Hot Hot Heat- Elevator | ] |
New Years Resolutions
1. Quit smoking.
2. Don't fuck up with Tim.
3. Reach my target weight, and stay there.
4. Clean my fucking house.
5. Learn how to do laundry, maybe some cooking. |
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| Migraines my ass |
[Dec. 27th, 2006|10:49 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  uncomfortable | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Wannadies- You and Me Song | ] |
For the last couple of days I have been exhausted, unable to retain calories, achy, and overall miserable. Last night I passed out on my porch with Sam, and then my parents drove me to their house where I have been all day.
The doctor, who was working fifteen minutes past his shift, quickly said it was migraines and prescribed me headache meds.
That doesn't explain how my entire body hurts. Or my inability to eat. My sleeplessness while being fatigued.
I am miserable.
And the headache meds didn't work.
If this is anything like childbirth, I am never fucking going through it. I never want to experience this kind of pain again. Even lying on my back brings me to tears. |
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| Running with scissors wasn't smart I tripped and cut open your heart |
[Dec. 22nd, 2006|11:43 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  melancholy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Hot Hot Heat- Bandages | ] |
I got my first holiday card from my parents today in the mail. It was addressed to "Skankette."
It is pretty sad when I am on my porch smoking and singing and a man bikes by. And hears me. So I stop. A couple minutes later I start to sing again and a different man comes by and hears. Those poor things.
My cell phone is held together by duct tape and hope, which frightens my mother. Because she can't hear it very well when she calls me she is making my father buy me a new one today. I love her fear.
Just to be emo, I am tired of hurting others. |
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| Love ridden, I have looked at you |
[Dec. 7th, 2006|01:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  anxious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Modest Mouse- Ocean Breathes Salty | ] |
It turns out I get panic attacks and now I get to take Xanax and Lexapro twice a day.
Woohoo.
That's right, I'm SUPPOSED to take four pills a day.
HI SPENCER! |
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| The attention just encourages her |
[Nov. 29th, 2006|11:12 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  exhausted | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dresden Dolls- Girl Anachronism | ] |
I did not sleep last night. I am quite exhausted. I spent two hours on the phone with Sam pondering many things, the most important being;
That when I am in a relationship, I am like a gremlin. I look all cute and cuddly but as soon as you get me wet I turn into a terror.
I work at Interzone tonight. Visit me and keep me awake. |
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| FUCKFUCKFUCKGOOSE |
[Nov. 28th, 2006|01:37 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | distressed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Le Tigre- Tell You Now | ] |
This is the kind of night where you pop a codeine, put on an ex-boyfriend's old sweater, scream into the snow, stutter on the Interzone counter, and then listen to chick rock. Oh, and chain smoke.
Le Tigre- Tell You Now
I’ll just tell you now
Cuz I dont think you know
The things you tried to kill
I found a way to grow
I’ll just tell you now
You may have made your mark
But I’m still here today
Knowing who you are
I’ll just tell you now
I’ll just tell you now (don’t want to dissapoint you)
Your not the city of god (or be one to annoy)
You can’t strike me down (but it wont go away now)
From your mountain top (and heres the reasons why)
I’ll just tell you now (you took my intuition)
Your not the city of god (my knowledge of the truth)
You can’t shoot me down (the love I had in this world)
From your mountain top (I gave it all to you)
I’ll just tell you now
I wanna tell you now
I’ll just tell you now
Cuz I dont think you know
The things you tried to kill
I found a way to grow
I’ll just tell you know (you took my intuition)
Your not the city of god (my knowledge of the truth)
You can’t strike me down (the love I had in this world)
From your mountain top (I gave it all to you)
I wanna tell you now
Say this one packs a fight
Just crazy, out of my mind
Say sorry, yeah its all right
Just give me back what you took that night
I wanna tell you now
I wanna say it full out
I wanna get up in your face
And tear your thoughts right out
I wanna tell you, tell you now
I’m gonna tell you, tell you how
You didnt change my mind
You didnt do a thing
'Cept made me hate myself
And made me fear everything
You thought I’d run and hide
And keep it all inside
How can you see me
And think its alright?
I wanna tell you now |
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| Fishnets and hoop earrings |
[Nov. 27th, 2006|10:13 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  annoyed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dresden Dolls- The Jeep Song | ] |
Snow is not my friend.
Smoking is difficult when it is snowing.
Biking is dangerous when it is snowing.
Wearing Converse is cold when it is snowing.
There is one good thing about snow. It is not rain. |
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| Ole! |
[Nov. 22nd, 2006|11:09 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | anxious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Offspring- Original Prankster | ] |
"One in three college students meets criteria for alcohol disorder."
Sweet. A negative statistic that doesn't actually apply to me.
Turkey day! Natalie is having Thanksgiving with my family. This is exciting. Someone else gets too realize how bat shit crazy my family is. |
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| Reality is still in flux |
[Nov. 18th, 2006|04:58 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | guilty | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Briefs- Kill Bob Seger | ] |
I'm going to be truthful with you. I just took a half a pound of Vicodin, so I'm going to be feeling pretty good until March.- America's Sweethearts
I feel dirty. I lied to Iris at Interzone. Not a lie about work or anything, but just a little something that makes me feel like shit. Ugh. I told the story about the time I got my period at the emergency room when I was super doped up, and then she asked how I got there.
(Nutshell Conversation)
Me: I crashed a car.
Iris: Did you have a really bad injury?
Me: No.
Iris: Then why were you doped up?
Me: Uhh... I don't know.
Iris: Was it a head injury?
Me: I don't know.
Iris: That explains so much...
In other news, I am in love with the world. I was told I need a fake ID this morning so I can party with people which makes me feel special. I have an appetite again. I am wearing socks which keep my feet warm and am lying in bed about to take a nap. |
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| I cannot trust you, lover |
[Nov. 16th, 2006|01:09 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  frustrated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | David Dondero- Pornographic Love Song | ] |
I have lost seven pounds in the last two weeks, according to the OSU Health Center weight scales. Technically, I haven't weighed this much in over a year. Whoa. I don't know where it fell off of though, because my curves are still here.
I cannot wait until Thanksgiving. I shall eat and watch TV and then shop the next day. Woot.
I have decided to give up on men also. I think I shall try being a lesbian. Something tells me this will be a short lived adventure.
The other day at work we had a discussion on how I tend to date assholes. I suppose it is true, but the good boys don't want the bad, crazy girls. |
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| Caring is Creepy |
[Nov. 11th, 2006|12:45 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  claustrophobic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dandy Warhols- Bohemian Like You | ] |
Someone played a Bright Eyes song earlier and I was like "gee, I should start reading Bright Eyes lyrics because I put the emo in extremo" and the first song I clicked on is EXACTLY how I have felt lately. Completely. Freak me out, gag me with a spoon, fuck me gently with a chainsaw.
contrast and compare between the busy ones
and the ones that don't care
until there is no one that you really know
so i drift through these days of appointments and promises made
they will all end up broken and quickly replaced.
weeks are slow, days drag on;
even practice and parties seem long
but i found myself going
i guess there's nothing to do
oh well
group of kids, line of cars,
more will show up after the bars close
there's this boredom that drowns everything.
bottles break, music plays, conversations competing for space
i look for a corner or a quieter room
there's no heat in this house
i can't breath with these words in my mouth
but i'm not going to say them
yeah, i've made that mistake before
on the stairs, she grabs my arm, says whats up,
where you been, is something wrong?
i try to just smile, and say everything's fine.
- Compare and Contrast |
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| Guess what I'm doing right now.... |
[Nov. 9th, 2006|02:43 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | distressed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Death Cab for Cutie- Tiny Vessels | ] |
PMS just adds insult to injury. It's like God said "you know what? I don't think they should just bleed vaginally for five to seven days- inhibiting sex, going commando, sitting for extended periods of time without worrying, and being terrified that they will have an accident. No, no, that surely isn't enough. The five to seven days prior to the hemorrhaging, they should also be depressed, moody, irritable, crampy, and hungry as hell. Yes, that seems like an adequate amount of punishment for fucking up Adam. Bad bitches!"
TMI. TMI. TMI. TMI. |
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| Religion and Bull Durham |
[Nov. 6th, 2006|02:05 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | good | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Fiona Apple- Get Him Back | ] |
I believe in the Church of Baseball. I've tried all the major religions, and most of the minor ones. I've worshipped Buddha, Allah, Brahma, Vishnu, Siva, trees, mushrooms, and Isadora Duncan. I know things. For instance, there are 108 beads in a Catholic rosary and there are 108 stitches in a baseball. When I heard that, I gave Jesus a chance. But it just didn't work out between us. The Lord laid too much guilt on me. I prefer metaphysics to theology. You see, there's no guilt in baseball, and it's never boring... which makes it like sex. There's never been a ballplayer slept with me who didn't have the best year of his career. Making love is like hitting a baseball: you just gotta relax and concentrate. Besides, I'd never sleep with a player hitting under .250... not unless he had a lot of RBIs and was a great glove man up the middle. You see, there's a certain amount of life wisdom I give these boys. I can expand their minds. Sometimes when I've got a ballplayer alone, I'll just read Emily Dickinson or Walt Whitman to him, and the guys are so sweet, they always stay and listen. 'Course, a guy'll listen to anything if he thinks it's foreplay. I make them feel confident, and they make me feel safe, and pretty. 'Course, what I give them lasts a lifetime; what they give me lasts 142 games. Sometimes it seems like a bad trade. But bad trades are part of baseball - now who can forget Frank Robinson for Milt Pappas, for God's sake? It's a long season and you gotta trust. I've tried 'em all, I really have, and the only church that truly feeds the soul, day in, day out, is the Church of Baseball. |
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