Delicious Dark Aged Alphabites...and Martha Stewart

it took only one night, a nihilist, and a bunch of strangers

2005-05-31T02:14:00.000-04:00

Beekygrace-don't-ebah-say-dat! everyone wants to tell their story. they want something to leave behind, something to be remembered and immortalized by. it's pathetic, but it makes sense. i want to tell my story--however ordinary or extraordinary it is--but somehow i dont think i ever will.

i'm starting a band

2005-05-15T01:06:00.000-04:00

so, meggi and i were watching mtv (shh, dont judge) and i decided to write an essay to try to get onto mtv's 'making the band'. the only problem- no band. so, yes, meggi and i are starting a band. meggi is playing 2 poland spring water bottles as a statement against the privatization of water. i will be playing--or rather shaking--a small yellow shopping bag full of food as a statement against the growing obesity of children in America while singing songs from the lion king- somethin like dis: "ahhh benya, kan-nee-chi-a-wah, benya-huh"- as a statement for animal equality in africa, but only in africa; we don't care about the equality of animals anywhere else, just africa. there will be a third member of the band, a framed picture of me from the 3rd grade. we don't really know what its role will be in the band, not yet. this is a very serious band, we take our music very, VERY seriously. we will be in the studio tomorrow. and the day after tomorrow, we will be touring. and the days after touring, there will be a film made about our band, but hopefully not like the one made about metallica because the commerical for that was absolutely the most horrifyingly ridiculous thing ever and i'm certain the movie is worse. but yeah, we will be HUGE, and fuck mtv's 'making the band' because we will be in the studio tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow we will be on tour, and the days after touring, there will be a film made about our band, but not like the one made about metallica.

The Sequel: Oh The Corruptability and Inadequacy of Interestingness...Back For The Attack, well, almost, anyway (2005)

2005-04-27T04:12:00.000-04:00

um...yeah. i was asked to partake in a threesome tonight. i was down. but i was told that the girl was too reluctant. too bad. i dunno--it's an experience, and it would be interesting*, to say the least...whether positive or negative; everyone should be willing to try anything once. i guess i's be a threesome virgin still.

The original, uncut (2004):
http://lovelylover.blogspot.com/2004/07/inadequacy-and-corruptibility-of.html

*note that i have been known to have a very skewed perspective on what constitutes as "interesting".

2005-04-26T04:00:00.003-04:00

we's an excellent dance duo- f'serious

2005-04-26T03:58:00.000-04:00

random girl wid pretty blue hair

2005-04-26T03:57:00.000-04:00

money hungry bastard--heehee <3

2005-04-26T03:53:00.000-04:00

callin' the rest of the gang

2005-04-26T03:52:00.000-04:00

daeng, small world

DANCE, DANCE, DANCE!

2005-04-26T03:51:00.000-04:00

yay

lovely

2005-04-26T03:46:00.000-04:00

2005-04-26T03:42:00.000-04:00

let's get dis dance party started!

2005-04-26T03:39:00.000-04:00

yeow!

by any stretch of the imagination...

2005-04-26T03:33:00.000-04:00

asian glo- call me coolaid.

i love being deficient of some enzyme and turning bright red when i drinky da boozy.

2005-04-26T03:27:00.000-04:00

o man, i <3 this kid so much! haha.

2005-04-26T03:20:00.001-04:00

Hells yeah!

Oh man, after smoking dis, i was pretty much ready to pass out- i swear i could totally feel my liver shriveling up at that point from all the ridiculous amt of alcohol i consumed.

2005-04-26T03:20:00.000-04:00

sup!

2005-04-26T03:14:00.000-04:00

someone likes-a-da miso soup

yay for japanese food in Harvard Sq--cures killer hangovers, f'serious.

2005-04-26T03:12:00.000-04:00

yum

2005-04-26T03:05:00.000-04:00

um....woops!

2005-04-26T03:03:00.000-04:00

car mascot

Dance party, now watch this move.

2005-04-22T20:09:00.000-04:00

we totally busted a move on the dance floor--it was hott, although it took us approx 3 hrs to get to "Kristenville" aka Providence...hm, i wonder why (maybe because Travis is incompetent? jp). Anyway, besides busting out Dance Move 5.2 and 6.9, Meggi left her keys in the car and that was fun. What else was fun was being molested by some random drunk weirdo. Hee hee, and the scensters in Bickfords were fun- we totally got 4 scene pts for sitting next to them. I was like, "I don't know if you guys know dis, but i'm kind of a big deal around here." um...i dont think they got it, and it was slightly awkward. haha. i introduced myself that night as Senorita Shanaynay.

Oh man, i love dancing- it's the one thing that genuinely makes me happy. YAY!

As for Saturday night, i'm seeing Sergiepoo!!!! Hee hee, he's truly my favorite guy in the world. I miss him whenever i'm at skool, and my only incentive for coming back to boston, besides seeing my lovelies, is seeing Serge. We'll probably hit up BU, but we'll see how it goes ;) he's such a total cutie. i can't believe he read all of Infinite Jest--it's so ridiculously massive, and i dont think i'll ever finish it, f'serious.

2005-04-19T06:11:00.000-04:00

green corset--my favorite new piece of vintage clothing ever. i will make a dance party fiend out of you yet.

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2005-04-14T02:20:00.000-04:00

So, for today's news: Boyz II Men are apparently on tour -- a must see. Wanna know what else is a must see, Martha Stewart: Behind Bars. It's going to be so romantic- i can't wait.

As for some unfortunate news...i missed seeing Jonathan Safron Foer do a reading from his new novel, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close at the Brattle in the sqaure!!!! I would have gone all the way to Boston to see that! mooey.

As for rude awakenings [literally], damn cute ferret likes to run around in his little cutesy translucent pink tube and wake me up at 5 in the morning- it;s like what the hell.

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Whahh -- money in eggs?

2005-03-27T12:02:00.000-05:00

YES, so i'll be participating in the fam's easter egg hunt! Step aside 3 year olds!

um...is it possible to sell your uterus on ebay?

2005-03-24T04:00:00.000-05:00

Holler U --

What's up little dude?? Okay, the cramps, the bloating, and the frequent mood swings, I can deal with, but the abrasive ‘tude’ you’re causing me to exploit has got to go. I've given you a super-yummy chocolate soft serve, several 'happy pills' , and a new pair of hella cute green vintage heels. What more do you want? Those little pizza rolls that you like? I “tapped dat” (as jax would say). Take a look at the close to empty vending machine, U(!)…and while you’re at it, my bill.

M&Ms (2) ……………….$2
Wendy’s frosty….……$1
Cheese cake…………..free (compliments of lovely)
Chocolate milkshake…free (thanks to the sketchy waiter at Chilis)
Twix bar………………$1
[note: I think the appropriate music for this week is “hungry like the wolf”]

I beg you to cease and desist by the end of this week, preferably. Just cut it out, little dude.

Oh, is it possible to eat a frosty too loudly?

Sincerely,
Your landlord.
P.S. You can take the cast-iron-fist-of-death crampage with you, bitch.

The Perks of Being Korean...(?)

2005-03-23T04:55:00.000-05:00

Stages of drunkeness (in the following pics):

Stage 1: Vicky like-a da boozy

Stage 2: "Coolaid" up in heah -- Hell yeah! (apparently i'm deficient of some enzyme (!!!) )

Stage 3: ...

Stage 4: I turn Italian e.g. Natalina bombaci (ur my fav, natty)

you like-eee?

Credits go to:

superior photoshopping abilities, i.e. moving the little tiny line that adjusts the color. saturate it up, bitch!

Before...

2005-03-23T04:54:00.000-05:00

After...

2005-03-23T04:53:00.000-05:00

Eventually...

2005-03-23T04:51:00.000-05:00

2005-03-23T04:49:00.000-05:00

FINAL STAGE: what occurs after "eventually..." (totally true)

My Low IQ Moment of the Day...

2005-03-21T22:17:00.000-05:00

Instructions for having a Low IQ Moment of the Day:

"ew, look -- i have bags under my eyes." how not to solve (as follows):

step 1: enthusiastically cut slices of lemon and carefully lay them over lemon-sensitive eyes.
step 2: eyes unmysteriously burn.

"my eyes are burning!!"
"i think that's because you put lemons over your eyes."
"isn't that what you're supposed to do?"
"no, no, i believe that's with slices of cucumber. you might as well of put slices of onions over your eyes."
"oh, um...yah, right."

Say byebye to "You're fired" and hello to "You're toasted!"

2005-03-15T20:35:00.001-05:00

i plan on applying to be Martha Stewart's apprentice. Gr, the application is 6 pages long!

http://www.nbc.com/nbc/The_Apprentice_3/open_call.shtml

Martha and her lover, the poncho.

2005-03-15T19:43:00.000-05:00

Concerning martha stewart: (it reads) "it was an honour for martha to meet the people at prison. she would search the field for dandelion greens to put in salad, and she taught yoga."

I decided to turn this blog into an i-love-martha-stewart-because-she-went-to-prison-and-wore-a-poncho-from-her-jailmate-lover-blog.

PONCHO!!

2005-03-15T19:40:00.000-05:00

Martha Stewart Is Back For The Attack..And Sporting A New Poncho From Her Jailbird Lover

2005-03-14T13:10:00.002-05:00

who: martha stewart's poncho
where: kk's.
what: updating because of the poncho
why: because it's romantic
when: who cares -- this is fucking random anyway

so, as for the update:

jackie threw up in the car- bad chili and too much jager. Fortunately, we got some pepto bismo for jackie.
sketchy A-town party (poor natty)

In other news, i recommend everyone (if they don't have one) to purchase a poncho like the one martha stewart wore from her jailbird lover. Actually, my recommendation would be to go to jail, make a jailbird lover 4 life in priz, then have your jailbird lover knit you a poncho--that would be hella romantic.

"coke slut" how nice.

2005-02-25T17:35:00.000-05:00

FUCK Boy 8.0--i didn't really need 100 dollars anyway. it's not like i'm in credit card debt or anything, or in need of money.

Forget time and space

2005-02-25T10:40:00.005-05:00

I tried nitrous for the first time last night at a party. It was exquisite. What I quickly discovered was that reality vis-a-vis time and space becomes so devastatingly distorted. We left for the party at 12am, and after inhaling 5 large balloons full of nitrous, somehow 3 and a half hours evanesced in what literally seemed like 10 minutes. Dali seemed to melt away time that night, abandoning structural coherence for surrealist proclivities. It was remarkably bizarre, and I'm not sure how it all happened. OoO, but what a great sensation--a delicate amalgam of whimsicality and rapture, almost slowly and yet frantically consuming every fiber of my being. It seemed there was no interlude between two fixed points, almost. Although it doesn't last terribly long, there is no "coming down" off of it like coke, for instance. After, me and the cap'n made it hap'n, and i then became even more intoxicated on the humdrum; that is the most satisfying--Being captivated by the ordinary, because it's the mundanity that is compelling. I believe it is truly an understated beauty. I'm not sure if you agree; it's certainly full of irreconciable opposites. All I can say is that my night was eminently satisfying.

In other news, I'm seeing sergiepoo this weekend--It will be lovely. I miss him. I believe I'll be doing a few lines with him and finishing it off with some welbutrin. oh, and I apparently am going out with Boy8.0. We will see how it goes. On another note, i really wish there was some way to manipulate time to my own avail--there are so many parties to check out tonight; I want to be able to go to all of them.

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty
-wordsworth

what? what?

2005-02-03T13:20:00.000-05:00

Dear if-you-have-or-plan-on-doing-the-following --

1) i won't "make love" to anyone from the blogger community, unless they're exceptionally brilliant and beautiful, which many of you are.

2) sending naked pictures of yourself via email and aim is prohibited, unless you're exceptionally brilliant and beautiful.

3) being aim stalked is not fun, unless, well, you get it.

a date with the eliot

2005-02-02T02:55:00.000-05:00

In eras of the past
he clings-
And I-
never weary
wander-
searching amidst the yellow fog-
for something long lost to me.

dance party, now watch this move

2005-01-30T06:14:00.000-05:00

umm....yeeeah--yay for boys that try to molest you on the dance floor on a saturday night? my friends, a word of caution: trying to dress as conservatively as possible won't help you, well, not on the dance floor, that is.

snow ball fight anyone (that is if i can get out the front door)?????

2005-01-23T04:20:00.000-05:00

i can't open my front door!! no, seriously- i'm snowed in. we're supposedly getting up to 27 inches of snow by tomorrow. and what becomes of the bright eyes concert? if you haven't heard, conor oberst is coming to boston monday @ Sanders Theatre in cambridge. i'm excited, and hopefully my trip back to school can wait until tuesday. boston definitely isn't new york city or the hip cultural bubble of williamsburg, brooklyn, but we are fortunate enough to have some really excellent bands perform at hip clubs such as tt bears and the middle east. French Kicks, and one of my favorites, Calla, are playing at tt bears on Feb 18th. That's not too far away, not nearly as far as the Animal Collective show on the 17th of April @ the trendy mid east club.
grr...i really don't want to do this, but it's the evil weather man's fault- i'm going to have to parade around in my ugg boots....just for a week. anyway, who cares for fashion when you're knee deep in snow. my lips are chapped. i need cherry chapstick. and...ciggs!!!! and also, considering we're adding to the list, a cosmopolitan would be nice as well

the crying of lot 49, or is that just me crying from anhedonia (and...you can post comments)

2005-01-11T14:54:00.000-05:00

symptoms:

Loss of interest in eating, sex, and social-
interactions (yes)
Restricted range of emotional display (yes)
Speaking in a monotone
Lack of mobility in facial expression
Emotional isolation (yes)
Depression (yes)
Delusions
Egocentric thinking (yes)
Feeling "lifeless" and apathetic (yes)

hm, 6/10. i'm just so disenchanted with things. i really want to quit college and go to san francisco. i can challenge myself anywhere i go, why should i stay here. i feel so isolated and paralyzed, completely stripped of any passion for art and creativity; i just want to feel happy. i've been visiting the bookstore, trident, lately, in search of some good books. i bought jonathan franzen's the corrections, pynchon's the crying of lot 49, and delillo's white noise. they were all ridiculously cheap--i love when books go on sale.

anyway, i'm looking for some great books to maybe save me from falling into complete despair. i've also decided to change the settings -- now you can post comments! so, in honor of this, i would love for you guys from the blogger community or anyone else to recommend a book- new reads, favorite books, anything. it would be much appreciated! recommend away! xoxoxo.

2005-01-10T17:08:00.000-05:00

happy birthday

2005-01-10T16:11:00.000-05:00

Today is my sister's birthday. Happy 23rd birthday, Grace!!! i would send you a birthday present, but i'm short on cash. i hope a happy birthday call will suffice. next time i come to nyc, i'll bring you your birthday present. dadio says happy birs-sah-day, graceeya.
xoxoxo, i hope you have a wonderful birthday.

A Series of Unfortunate...Hookups

2005-01-09T08:57:00.000-05:00

ok...so, i haven't written in a while. my winter break has been uneventful, and what i've discovered, through a series of unfortunate hookups, is that i'm not sure if the hooking up culture is for me anymore. according to one i-am-bitter-so-i-hate-the-hooking-up-culture-critic:

Katzeliebe4: what do you think of the hooking up culture?
the hi *****: it's a shame. and i mean that both as the word itself and a combination of the words sham and game. it's an expression of impulses that aren't inherently harmful, but it's a basic, nothing to be proud of level that winds up with people hurt or numb depending on where they are in it. what i've grown most disgusted with is the amount of guys who consider any girl fair game, even if they know she's involved. it's expressive of this incredibly selfish-nihilistic attitude that says if it feels good at the moment, do it, no matter who or what gets affected in the long run, and i think that's awful, and it's what lifelong regrets are made of.
Katzeliebe4: ouch.
Katzeliebe4: bitter, are you?
the hi *****: ha, maybe a tad

isn't that how it starts off? some harmless flirting, and then a series of other unfortunate moments that ultimately lead to some feelings of regret, heartache, and at the very least...vexation. it seems to me that so many are fed up with that culture or maybe just its consequences. for the time being, i feel i should avoid it- it's the only way i'll avoid unnecessary histrionics.

Spirals of White

2004-11-29T16:00:00.000-05:00

2004-11-29T14:58:00.000-05:00

kittywuv

The city that reads

2004-11-29T14:54:00.000-05:00

NY, NY, baby--w00t, w00t!

2004-11-18T10:41:00.000-05:00

here we come...

In other news...

2004-11-11T02:20:00.000-05:00

the imbroglio with my current roommate lives on.

long live the applesauce years [fuck the wonder years]*

*teenage adolescence, where some semblance of maturity should kick in, but clearly there are a few exceptions.

CROSSWORD PUZZLE FELO DE SE!!!!!!

2004-11-11T02:18:00.000-05:00

it's been too long, my friends. it's been a month since my last entry, and i have to admit that nothing remotely interesting has happened to me. in other words, the events of the past few weeks are too risqué to be written in my bloggity blog. thus, i will discuss crossword puzzles. perhaps my fixation with crossword puzzles and boys who successfully complete the sunday nytimes crossword -- i.e. a variety of senescent [and might i add creepy], [and might i add, again, brilliant] men who sit around in their sunday boxers doing the sunday times -- might be of some [probably very little] interest to you out thar in e-land. i have also committed, what i believe to be, a most shameful crime. don't condemn me, but...i have done the tuesday crossword puzzle on wednesday [gasp!!!].

unfortunately, a majority of the crossword puzzles have literally taken me about 2 hours to complete [and by complete, i mean, "solve" two clues, and by solve, i really mean, force my crossword puzzle burdens upon other quasi-intellectuals and have them figure out the clues]. I have, however, sucessfully completed the nytimes tuesday crossword. i deserve a hello kitty rice cooker for that. mhm. what would be even more satisfying is to have a claque for whenever I successfully complete a crossword puzzle, except they will not be paid, at least not by me; the eclat of my great achievement shall be sufficient.

Dearest Sunday Crossword Puzzle-
fuck you.

love,
vicky.
p.s. i write this with no provocation whatsoever.

at any rate, instead of shaking my fist at you, i will make it my life's mission to successfully complete the SCP. it will be acheived...or i'll die trying.

eeeeeek. who will perform my threnody?

zack morris saves the day

2004-10-05T16:45:00.000-04:00

i'm having a wonderful day...despite the fact that i'm working from 12:45-8 pm at my art gallery job and my hostessing job. so, i woke up early for foodsie and ate your run-of-the-mill dc food -- potato puffs, cocoa puffs, and soy milk. then it was off to la clase de espanol. the moment i stepped into my class, i felt the anticipatory anxiety, the only anticipatory anxiety that lives and breeds on exam day. i said to myself, "fuck". i glanced around me and saw people rigorously studying and complaining about the difficulty of the list of vocabulary words, pronouns, etc, and were also equally worried about their and our professors expectations of the exam. i hate and have always hated first exams i.e. you really never know what to expect in terms of the content, the structure, and the difficulty of the exam. at any rate, besides the fact that i wasn't aware of having an exam, my professor was already 15 minutes late. my fellow students kept reiterating the "15 minute rule", and i assured them that it was probably zack morris from saved by the bell who invented that, knowing full well it probably didn't apply to college classes, or any classes for that matter. but what the fuck, i hadn't studied for the damn examen, and what was i losin'-- i would have failed the exam regardless. so, i pulled a zack morris with half the other kids in my class while the other half [i.e. the damn overachievers of the class] stayed behind. being the caring and concerned students that we are, however, we decided to take a trip up to the 4th floor and visit her office. who knows what could have happened-- maybe mi professora de espanol could have been passed out on the cold tessellated floor of her office. we were concerned....truly. fortunately, she wasn't dead; she was merely sick, and apparently her i-am-an-incompetent-fool-secretary forgot to tell our class that she was ill and could not make it. the concerned students and i contemplated about not informing the damn overachievers about that. good. make them sit in the classroom for the whole hour and 15 minutes. but...being the concerned and considerate students that we are, we reluctantly enlightened them with the news. stupid stupid overachievers. see kids, it doesn't get you anywhere! [case in point]. lesson learned. class dismissed.

No one knows me, no one can see inside me

2004-10-01T12:53:00.000-04:00

so, i decided to skip french. why take it if i know i'm going to fail. yeeaah, last night's intense procrastination lasted until this morning. yup, still procrastinating. if i had a modicum of motivation, i know i would be skimming the pages of my french book and trying to absorb anything into my short term memory.

oh, thanks guys for the emails last night- i read them this morning.

at any rate, i guess i should explain, if i didn't in the email. last night was crazy. i was incredibly intoxicated. i met random sketchy men who called me angel. but i drank a large amount of rasberry vodka mixed with peach juice. ohhh, it's so delicious. i smoked a lot of weed, ate a hot pocket, was taunted by brickhouse and his damn ramen noodles, and met polish man with buttery smooth skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes.

tonight i have a date with will. i know the night will involve a lot of drinking, so i know i have to watch myself, seriously watch myself. i'm thinking it will be fun, but i hope no advances will be made (on his part), which might be difficult to avoid, and it might be difficult for me to avoid denying them. oh man. what should i do? i know what will happen. i have issues with telling people no. afraid to disappoint? i need coke, shrums, opium.

fuck, i have to return my movies that i rented about 2 weeks ago. damn the man. in any case, tonight will be fun. sweet kisses to all my lovely lovers. promise to give me a call tonight. i'll be heartbroken if you don't. oh, sorry meg about last night. <3

Coruscant Flutter

2004-10-01T01:31:00.000-04:00

i have borrowed your sparkley white wings, dear,
to complement the coruscating stars.
will you look for me
in the twilight of the night?

it is too late for planting flowers.

"the pottery barn rule" -- you break it, you fix it.

2004-10-01T01:30:00.000-04:00

okay, so i've neglected my bloggity blog for too long, and i'm back, back for the attack. actually, i was inspired to write an entry because of a boatload of recent emails concerning my blog. i thought everyone forgot about my blog, considering i haven't updated in over a month and haven't been checking my email at kittynose@gmail.com. in any case, i welcome all and any emails -- from "pretentious indie boys" [hee hee], film geeks, sexy french models, fellow bloggers, and even those that seem to stumble onto my blog (you lj interlopers, you).

tonight is thirsty thursday and also the night of the debates. oh, and how could i forget, tonight will also be a night of intense procrastination [i have a french exam and a paper on Joyce's Portrait of the artist as a young man due tomorrow].

anyway, what's new? hm..my seminar english class is insufferable. the most painful part is that the professor is so neat and so incredibly brilliant...but the kids, on the other hand, are..well...blah, i guess. we've been doing "close readings" of poetry, specifically, o'hara, dickinson, pound, w.c. williams, and zukofsky. the damn kids in my class have the damn proclivity to analyze everything on the most manifest level, which is definitely necessary at times, but not ALL the time -- that's all we fucking do. so, retroactively installing meaning into every line can get a bit monotonous, but it's tolerable...or it would be. but my fellow students' intense will for obstination, and their chronic opposition to anything reasonable and logical is disheartening.

anyway, i'm tired of listening to inarticulate debators [e.g. kerry and bush], and now i'm back to making a sufficiently polemical thesis--i.e. that someone could argue with it. i think the easiest way out is just to do some sort of "although" clause: although blah uses a great deal of conventional blah imagery in his/her poems, he often uses blah to evoke highly unconventional ideas of blah blah. haha, err..

angel wings- check; alcohol- check; lovelies- check. i'm outtie-- thirsty thursday beckons me

i have borrowed your sparkleee white wings, dear,
to complement the coruscating stars.
will you look for me
in the twilight of the night?

it is too late for planting flowers.

sweater weather

2004-09-06T07:30:00.000-04:00

yes, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times, and it is the sweater time. i'm fairly excited for the new year...maybe just too idealistic. in any case, i unfortunately haven't been able to locate any volcanoes in my vicinity...so no sacrificing of elitists -- well, not yet...at least. at the very least, much of my excitement has almost nothing to do with college and has everything to do with the fall season- my absolute favorite. it'll definitely be nice in amherst with the cutesy mom and pop stores, the coffee shops, and the convenience of 'connections'. indeed -- uma, the well-connected drug source...coke, acid, pot, and the like.

4:27 am, and in a few hrs i will be at skoolio, which is coolio, and i'm sure coolio would approve, that is if he is still alive. but i think celine dion ate him for dinner, or maybe her large, pleasantly plump husband did. i still need to finish packing.

clothes- check
books- check
sleep- noo, not yet. fooey.

a heartbreaking work of staggering bimbimbap and bokumbap

2004-08-30T04:12:00.000-04:00

i go back to school in less than a week. i’m not incredibly enthusiastic nor incredibly unenthusiastic. school; goes somethin’ like this: unpack. meet new people. classes. shattered idealism. identity crisis. work. rubber duckies. pack.

i was lectured earlier on elitism. it's odd. i'm incredibly enamored by people...particulary men that ooze with pretension, but it's ultimately that same elitism that completely disenchants me. oh, you can recite eliot's the love song of j alfred prufrock and try to deceive me when I’ve, using my incredible superpowers, stunningly transformed (with the help of a few beers and “this-tastes-a-lot-like-weed-cake”) into coolaid of asian glo? oh, you read infinite jest? oh, you use words that my word processor doesn't even recognize...that i don't even recognize? hm, you just read for the 6th time the 900 page novel you wrote? awhat what?-- you enjoy being self-aggrandizing? pshhh. booooo.

they’re just a bit silly, as they invariably are. i justifiably don’t want any part of it, at least not for the next week. i’m elite-ed out. it is, for the most part, pooopy, but i will later reiterate that to you when i see you. don’t you worry, i will throw you into the nearest volcano.

i know this year will be the same academically vis-à-vis how i did freshman year, which really isn’t terrible, but not terribly motivating either. damn my perpetually lazy life. give me coke, a good jazz cd, and a new blazer, and i’ll be perfectly content, and the fact that i’m a complete failure in terms of not being a “model minority” won’t faze me. i never wanted to be part of the monolithic mass of model minorities anyway. hmph. besides, its ideology is worse than its mythology.

i’ve decided that i’m going to fraternize with all the well-established cliques at school--the indies, the skaters, the pumpkin eaters, the sw party girls, the north-east Asians, the o-hill intellectuals, the tfbs, the Ethiopians and their queen Jengavitis, the druggies, [only] the hippies that wear no shoes and smell, the artists that only talk about being artists---metaartists, and lastly, maybe most importantly, the old dining hall ladies that wear cutesy fishnets in their hair and pretty translucent gloves. i will fraternize, and i will fraternize with superb finesse. i will make an art out of it. people will write books about my abilities to seduce all the fishnetted kitchen ladies. they will then make films about me. you will see me on VH1’s “where are they now”. it will be eminently satisfying.

It’s late. I bid you good night.

no, correction: i needa-git-me-one-o-dees

2004-08-29T00:56:00.000-04:00

i have decided that instead of the yay-i-have-a-deformed-pseudo-half-man-so-i-won't-be-lonely-in-bed-pillow...i need to get this excellent startrek-weirdo vespa. it's so money.

evil penguin rewires the net

2004-08-29T00:55:00.000-04:00

aww, my pat'na in crime. my penguin. sooooo cutie.

oh the naked cowboy

2004-08-29T00:45:00.000-04:00

jenne, naked cowboy, me, and teresa in timesquare. yay, that was me with blonde hair. oh i do miss it...sort of. mmm..it looks like buttery popcorn, or so i've been told.

2004-08-28T23:42:00.000-04:00

hewwo kitty wakitty wakitty.

titanic: starring hello kitty and hewwo kitty.

2004-08-28T23:41:00.000-04:00

every night in my dreams...i see you..i etcetera..lalala

aww, isn't it soo cute!

i-needa-git-me-one-o-dos

2004-08-28T22:54:00.000-04:00

i want the pink one.

never touch my bling bling

2004-08-23T04:00:00.000-04:00

sweet. this be my indie bling bling, yo. it's so money. i was in planet aid today searching for cute vintage clothes when i saw.... a KEVIN BACON PIN. hahaha! it's so badass. it's so rockin' that it rocks the motherfuckin' bling bling off p-diddy. (i was going to say pimpin', but i realized that would just not work, then i thought since it's my indie bling bling, i should say it 'indied the bling bling of p-diddy', but that just doesn't fit either, so i thought rockin' would be a happy median) haha, there was also a mary-kate pin, a britney, a dolphin, eliza maneli--really just an assortment of random pictures that hardly make any sense. it was funny walking around in boston; everyone i passed was curiously staring at my blazer to catch a glimpse of sexy kevin bacon. oh love, it's so money.

on another note, i have a final paper to write for art history on Gauguin's where do we come from? what are we? where are we going? i chose it particularly because it seemed so strikingly different from the other paintings in the evans wing in the MFA. believe me, i love renoir, van gogh, pissarro, cezanne, but their pieces are similar inasmuch as they belong to the same style/artistic movement--impressionism/neo-impressionism [whatever you prefer]. but before you damn art historians get your panties all up in a bunch, i really do think that all the above mentioned artists' artworks are unique and especially different technically, if not aesthetically.

in terms of this damn paper, i'm suppose to research the period style and provide a context within which one can place the artwork in addition to writing a formal analysis. wait, i'm suppose to do what?? motha. i really don't know where to place this- it's classical, yet he's typically, if not frequently, associated with impressionism. the painting is modern in it's abstraction and simplification, but classical in it's fresco-like structure. it's symbolist, almost. i don't know, damnit. i should have went to the library and researched. i'm an idiot, a frustrated idiot. aughhhhhh. fooey. well, there is always the world wide web. i'm still incredibly content. you might be wondering why. maybe i just had a great day, or perhaps i ran into a certain someone, or it could even be that i bought an indian cooking book for ony 4.95 dolla. but no, it is because i now own my very special kevin bacon pin!!!!!!!! it's so badass.

oh, jenne should be coming in late tonight. wonderful. i wish you a safe flight, lovely.

who's afraid of grace hong? (2004)

2004-08-21T21:41:00.000-04:00

i was just recently informed that graceeya-one-who-likes-to-sell-me-"foh-ony-5-dollah"-to-strangers-who-say-to-me-an-young-ha-seh-yoh-in-nyc-koreatown has a bloggity blog! my lovely sister, the one who use to taunt me, is the same sister who pointed out to me my first wedgie after i clumsily stepped out of the kiddie pool. now that i look back, i remember you and pryia pointing and laughing at me while i awkwardly and proudly walked away. and only now, only now, i remember it was my first wedgie. great memories, graceeya-one-who-likes-to-sell-me-"foh-ony-5-dollah"-to-strangers-who-say-to-me-an-young-ha-seh-yoh-in-nyc-koreatown. i wuv you!! everyone has to check out her fabulous bloggity blog infused with wit, quirkiness, and "off the wall social commentary [haha]": http://www.metagrace.blogspot.com

check out this lovely lover's blog too: http://www.metaglass.blogspot.com i wuv you benji and your ramblings about MXTZJHF-203498934, oh...and that T-95 thing too.

genuphobia--knees are my erogenous zone.

2004-08-21T07:51:00.000-04:00

Absences of
condoms
creates
paranoid delusions

so, meggie and jackie put me on hot or not--sniffles--and the worst part is that they submitted the most awful picture of me. i don't like it, i don't like it at all. jackie has the most adorable cat, but it's devastatingly fat...let's just say it's pleasantly plump. it's sad; milo, jackie's fatcat, has great difficulty getting up after it has rolled over, and..and..it can't really turn it's head to look back----its fat is too much of an impediment. it really is pleasantly plump and wonderfully amusing though. poor kitty. i sooo desperately want a kitty. not jsut any kitty though-----it has to be a calico. they're the prettiest and the bestest and the cutest and the lovliest in the world. mhm. natalina, jackie, and meggie are asleep- it's 4:36am

i want to live in a beautiful nyc apartment with my "roomy" and my calico kitty. we'd share the the difficult sunday crossword puzzles that reads "11 words across: you, baby, you. " Philophobia (Fear of falling in love or being in love).
naming things are so bizarre. without a name, it's nothing, it doesn't exist, or has no significance. but these phobias are ridiculous- case in point:

Cancerophobia or Carcinophobia- Fear of cancer
Contreltophobia- Fear of sexual abuse.
Monopathophobia- Fear of definite disease.
Pnigophobia or Pnigerophobia- Fear of choking of being smothered
Rhabdophobia- Fear of being severely punished or beaten by a rod, or of being severely criticized. Also fear of magic.(wand)

what the hell? how do any of these constitute as "phobias"???? who doesn't fear diseases, being smothered to death, and being beaten by a rod? motha.

i found this one. it's so sad ----> Elurophobia- Fear of cats. (Ailurophobia) how could anyone fear cats? they're so beautiful and sweet.

they should have a fear of being eaten by tablecloths and licked by stereos--that would be most excellent. that applies to the best of us. people who have a fear of being eaten by tablecloths and licked by stereos unite!!! dun da dun! *music from super mario world where mario/luigi jump to the top of the flag pole and slide down www.monkeymofo.com<--- hey, it's the best that i could do*

these are my favorites:
Ergophobia- Fear of work.
Genuphobia- Fear of knees.

http://www.phobialist.com <---- check it out; it's enlightening.

Lexus SUVs--The Modern Mephistopheles

2004-08-17T18:14:00.000-04:00

so, dadio, impractical and nonsensical, just recently purchased a ridiculous lexus SUV. who the hell pays 44 thou for a stupid car? like we can afford that. i'm convinced he sold his soul to purchase that car. boohoo. i love my pops, though.

revisioned 10/30/04: list of things to do before college:

1) buy notebooks, pens, etc
2) pack
3) have a real highlander type sword fight
4) go out to an indian food restaurant
5) finish my books
7) drink more green & white tea
8) buy some shoes, a jacket, and a pair of jeans
9) get glasses
10) find out why i'm constantly trying to prove myself to everyone
11) buy an alicia keys album
12) ascribe to a higher form of art--> self-canonization disguised as self-destruction masquerading as self-aggrandizement disguised as self-flagellation
13) marry spongebob squarepants. that or chandler from friends.
14) pull a felicity

2004-08-16T11:51:00.000-04:00

funny stuff

2004-08-16T11:43:00.000-04:00

angel wings

Baudrillian melancholy

2004-08-14T20:34:00.000-04:00

the days are monotonous, and i'm melancholy and weary. i'd rather disappear with the sea foam, or slowly fade away like astronaut ice cream, slowly melting at the touch of your tongue, and leaving a sweet taste in your mouth. just don't close your eyes. because as soon as you do, i'll fall with the darkness behind your lids, and you'll never know me. i'm afraid, though, that you won't ever know me or remember me. why is it that strangers make the best friends?

to be seen, to be known--that's all i want or ever really wanted, especially from you. i'll let you see me, for one night, all of me. i promise you can hold me between flesh and darkness until the glimmer of daybreak, but you have to be true to me, hold me like you know me, like you see me, like you love me. we'll share the shadows and the last of the tobacco, and you'll whisk me away to the place where the kisses are genuine and where the world always appreciates my touch. do you want that? will you pine for me tonight?

but you will always be phlegmatic, and the games will never cease to exist. i don't know how to love or how to be loved. i don't think anyone can teach me.

"Ariel"

And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child's cry

Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,

The dew that flies,
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red

Eye, the cauldron of morning
-sylvia plath

--gr, it's impossible to write anything good (or anything at all with a kid sitting on your lap, screaming, pulling, pushing)

See me

2004-08-13T15:00:00.000-04:00

i fell in love today. i met him, the beautiful musician, outside a cafe. as if remembering something long lost to me, I glanced at him. I saw him once before singing in front of Trident, but we never spoke, only exchanged a smile, and arched a brow.

he was gracefully poised and so secure with himself. the way he spoke, moved, sang, played, and especially the way he looked at me. he made me nervous, and i envied him. harry, the musician that sees everyone, knows everyone--the artists, the musicians, the “hott punk rock chicks,” the beautiful and delicate boutique owner, the threadbare musician with styrofoam pennies, and even the 40 year old that talked about G4 laptops-- and now…he knows me. i sat wondering if he could see me. that was all i wanted, but i was terrified of it.

green, blue, pink, and plaid strangers passed by, and i sat wondering, again, if he could see me, and if he knew. He forced me to constantly question myself, and his cool demeanor and the movement of the fidgeting and tugging at the wrinkles in my dress, could have made a wild, but short-lived dance which knows only one song.

while i was alternating between reading thedarith'th me talk pretty one day and writing in my notebook -- unyielding in it's confining lines and limiting space -- sweet whispers of fondled guitar strings hushed the woeful cacophony of insecurities.

He asked me what I was writing and if he could possibly take a look at some of it. Baring my soul to a stranger? I would have effortlessly done so, especially for him, but not like this; I was too self-conscious about my writing, let alone its almost cryptogrammic nature. “there isn’t anything…anything that we could read?” I regrettably told him no, wishing I could be anyone else at that moment. I wanted more than anything to let him see me, but I couldn’t.
He asked, “how can one get to know the contents of this notebook?” “perhaps being the one to get to know the girl intimately?” His eyes revealed cleverness while he tenderly smiled and arched a curious eyebrow. I returned an affectionate smile and said, “maybe.” I wanted to scream “yes”! I wanted to tell him to take me with him and make passionate love to me in his bed over and over and over again. I wanted to moan loudly in pleasure and utter deep gasping breaths for him. And then after, I wanted for us to smoke cigarettes in bed together, and for him to strum the guitar and sing me something beautiful. I even quietly pined for him to simply grab hold of my hand.

There was just something about him. He was so self-assured, so mature; there was nothing boyish about him, except his silly smile. He seemed to know women in a way that all the other pre-pubescent, insecure horny boys my age could never. He could make music catch its breath, and you would die happy sinking to the bottom of the sky.

We spoke about jazz, writing, cigarettes, music, and other things that I have already forgotten. Him and his friend sang so beautifully; the words from their songs undulated with every blissful breath that escaped from me.

I then giggled, and asked him, “is this where all the musicians like yourself fraternize?” he replied, “haha, naw, everywhere.” I realized, then, that you won’t find musicians like him everywhere; you’ll be able to find them only if you find him. They’re attracted to him like moths magnetized by the fiery light.

“yes, it’s true--a secret society” another interrupted.

Like Picasso’s Head of a Woman, my head was tilted down, lips tightly pursued, and appeared especially meditative. I hadn’t paid attention to the conversation because I was completely lost in thought. I recovered quickly, though, asking them, “do you have your own manifesto?” We chuckled and spoke some more about things I can’t remember.

Across the street, a child peered out a car window. Curious yawns danced with the clashing colors of a wilting sun while an emaciated worker in a green apron stood flummoxed because he had been enslaved by twisted straws, empty translucent cups, and crumpled cigarette boxes. The fastidious trio wrestled with perturbed, thin fingers. In the duel between the threatening Ftrio and the slender fingerexic, the fingerexic triumphed. I hated to see the “fastidious trio” go; they were such a great compliment to an impeccably clean table.

We exchanged cigarettes. I gave him a pink solbraine for a camel light. Confessing to him that I was actually slightly embarrassed by them, he adorably smiled and said, “they’re pretty”. I loved him for that.

We lit our cigarettes and watched the sunset as it was tamed, and waited for shades of gray to set in. That day, Titian visited the streets of boston, replacing the dull canvas of a dwindling day with delicate strokes of sfumato.

i closed my eyes for a moment and he disappeared, falling with the darkness behind my lids.*

he was the space of quiet melody that consumes me most when I am alone. it is the place where the river is under my feet and the stars meet my lips, and the only place where the kisses are original.

i remember now what it was like, before the rain:
before the hues deepened.

* he did, in the end, give me his number. *smile*

i want to be part of a book club that knits and hangs out with kitties all day long

2004-08-09T10:07:00.000-04:00

yup, i'm procrastinating. i have my exam today, but i have yet to study any of the material. grr. i just read 'a supermarket in california'. was garcia lorca homosexual too? ginsberg mentions him in the poem, and considering whitman and ginsberg were, i'm curious if lorca was as well. i also read e.e cumming's "i have found what you are like" and three poems from tulips and chimneys, all which i really loved. it seems like i'm doing anything to avoid studying for this exam. yup, i skimmed aristotle's poetics. it's really very short, but was a bit boring because it was purely didactic and a bit redundant. sometimes interesting though. oh, and i finished infinite jest. ha, i wish.

anyway, i start me talk pretty one day tonight. i'm very excited to start a new book. i decided to wait to read middlesex--it's just so long, and i'm very anxious to get through all my books. at any rate, sedaris' me talk pretty one day is a collection of only a few short stories. w00ties! so excited! i think i might read Franklin Foer's how soccer explains the world: an unlikely theory of globalization. who is franklin foer -- you might be wondering -- but none other than the brother of the sexy jonathan safron foer. this is definitely an incentive to read the book, even if it's a nonfiction about soccer. hee hee! oh, foer bros, i <3>

Unbearable Fatness of Being--sorry folks, not Kundera's version.

2004-08-09T06:12:00.000-04:00

so, i'm pulling a mary-kater for two weeks. in view of that, i've been contemplating losing weight until i become 90 lbs. it seems little, but it's really not that bad. i'm short, a bit under 5 ft, and normal weight for my height is 100-124 lbs. so, it's really only 10 lbs under, and it's not a scary kate moss extreme. with that said, my diet is going to consist of the following:
spinach (fos da salad)
yoplait light yogurt
tofu (yumyum!)
8th continent soymilk
coffee
fiji water

i wonder if i'll be able to last that long. maybe i'll add veggieburgers to the list. i want to have about 18 bml. http://www.cdc.gov/nccdphp/dnpa/bmi/calc-bmi.htm

grr...i hate being anything other than 90 lbs. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

2004-08-09T04:11:00.000-04:00

mary-kate

watch out because i'm turning the corner.

2004-08-09T01:35:00.000-04:00

pimp my ride is a great show on mtv, too. ever since i started watching it, i find myself commenting on other people's cars:

me: daeeeeng brotha, yous gots some sweet rims, yo.
my friend's father: uh..thanks?

so, on another note, there are many books i need to start, a few i need to finish, and 2 i never wish to read again. as the summer winds down, i feel almost pressured to finish all the books on my "2004 i-will-probably-never-get-to-any-of-these-books-because-i'm-lazy summer reading list." anyway...pressure. it emanates from that inescapable compulsion to cross off- or place a distinguished check mark next to - each title on my list...because that's really what it comes down to. a desire to read these pieces of literature for the sake of reading, learning, or enjoyment is just nonsense. but i can't get ahead of myself, because before i was even finished with the amazing adventures of kavalier and clay, i prematurely crossed it off my list, and after that one quick stroke of the ballpoint pen, i never had the compulsion to finish the book until mere boredom set in and forced me to finish the last two chapters. i'm not a bad person. i just like instant gratification, that thrill-- the thrill you only get from crossing off things on paper. yes, i'm sick.

well, i start middlesex tomorrow after my art history midterm. has any one read it yet?

oh, did i mention i think i might be pregnant? they say twins. i hope they're as cool as mary-kate and ashley -- anorexic, coke addicts, and have holidays in the sun.

2004-08-08T17:08:00.000-04:00

oils

2004-08-08T17:03:00.000-04:00

tree

2004-08-08T17:01:00.000-04:00

taxi

2004-08-08T16:59:00.000-04:00

Feed Mary-Kate

2004-08-08T10:44:00.000-04:00

i laughed an unhealthy amount because of these ingenius t-shirs. it's certainly the most hilarious thing i've seen all night, and undoubtedly superior to the free winona shirts, fo sho. i hope you're as thoroughly amused by this as i am. i desperately need to buy one of these shirts! i wonder if they have one in pink.

we're turning the corner, now watch this drive or shove it.

2004-08-05T12:27:00.000-04:00

i haven't slept yet. i've been reading descartes meditations on first philosophy. the unfortunate part about reading it is that it reminds me of how much i hate hobbes' leviathan. they just conceive radically opposing views about the origin of ideas and the nature of thought. hobbes just reduces man to purely physical terms, and the only convincing conclusion that descartes reaches is that he thinks, therefore, he exists – that he is in essence a thinking being. as for the bastard hobbes, he's just is an idiot, and well...he frightens me. he reminds me camila paglia or vice versa.

Electric Seduction

2004-08-03T19:58:00.000-04:00

orgasmic

Bluesy

2004-08-03T19:56:00.000-04:00

water

Curvalinear

2004-08-03T19:55:00.000-04:00

orange

by any stretch of the imagination...zzzz, now shove it

2004-08-03T07:48:00.000-04:00

fortunately, i finished my art history paper on time today. i would have to say i'm quite satisfied with it. class was excellent [as always]. during the usual 7:30pm break, i typically tend to fraternize with other budding art historians i.e. smokers, and we discuss art, film, geo-politics [jp], but more importantly, we just hang out and make friends [we engage in intellectual debates on the side(licky face removed)]. anyway, white shirt boy made an interesting point that i just recently thought about in the process of finishing up my paper. he told me how much he disliked the professor's proclivity to over-analyze artworks, and expressed an unwillingness to reconcile his idea that artwork can only be appreciated independent of analysis, or rather over-analysis. i pondered the same thing. does over-intellectualizing a piece ultimately lead to this? i don't think so. Im me later and ask me why; i'm too lazy to write it here. bahhh.

Still

2004-08-03T04:30:00.000-04:00

still

Phantasmagoria

2004-08-03T04:28:00.000-04:00

dreamlike

summer rain

2004-08-03T04:27:00.000-04:00

picnic

silver

2004-08-03T04:25:00.000-04:00

pollack needs a bebe

Rays of the Sun

2004-08-03T04:22:00.000-04:00

rising sun

lost in translation

2004-08-03T04:19:00.000-04:00

fragments

silent

2004-08-03T04:18:00.000-04:00

lost in translation: fragments

shattered illusion

2004-08-03T04:17:00.000-04:00

fragments

Procrastination is an art, now shove it.

2004-08-02T15:26:00.000-04:00

Oh, how i procrastinate. Boo. it's already 12:17...and well, i have not yet started my paper for art history. i'm writing a visual analysis on titian's painting, St. Catherine of Alexandria at Prayer. the more i analyze this piece from an art historian perepective, the more i think this painting is lacking...I dunno, lacking of "umph", "flavah" -- not really the vocabulary of an art historian....AHHH! i'm screwed, i'll never write a formal analysis on this piece. my paper will just talk about how it has no flavah, no "bam" in the words of emeril. One of the highlights of this piece is it's accessibility, where st. catherine is not only heightened but also made emotionally immediate to us; the experience is more palpable, and there is, as a result, a physiological reaction to the piece. Titian is known for his genius in exploiting veneitan sensitivity and color, but this piece really lacks in that sense. I really do wish I loved this piece...I did initially, booooo. Besides the rational depiction of space, nothing else seems as intelligent or congruent, for thast matter. ah well, I always thought great art is more easily felt than defined. bahh! modern critics are sometimes condemned particularly for their proclivity to over-intellectualize works of art <--- might be a tad problematic in helping one to just enjoy a piece. i remember writing papers from a filmic perspective, just analyzing a film to death. it only proved that i hated analyzing, not the film. perhaps, once the shananigans of my visual analysis are over, i'll be able to enjoy the piece again. i guess we'll just have to see. i doubt i'll be able to look at this painting in the same way again. phooey.

hipster bingo, now shove it.

2004-08-01T16:56:00.000-04:00

haha

i <3 sealab, esp dr. quinn -- he's sexy, now shove it

2004-08-01T06:30:00.000-04:00

Oh, i love sealab 2021. I hardly ever have the opportunity to watch the show, but i did, however, watch it tonight. it's ingenious -- both witty and hilarious, and decidedly superior to those other shows on adult swim. i won't even bother to acknowledge the 'other' shows; i'm clearly too elite to even concern myself with mentioning them. it just proves that these 'other' shows don't even deserve to be recognized. mwhah.
actually, i almost never watch adult swim; frankly, it frightens me, or rather the people that watch it frighten me. you know who you are -- those of you who watch it religiously, who swear by it, and quote it relentlessly, and even worse, who quote it carelessly and randomly [and darling, it's just socially awkward, not to mention ridiculously annoying]. for instance:
anne: "Greg, can you pass me my water bottle?"
greg: "Joe, I've had new neighbors before but none of them were half the man you are. And since you're half a man already, that splits them into some kind of fraction I can't even measure."
anne: ...
At any rate, sealab 2021 is an excellent show and i plan on watching more of it.

Ode To The Weirdos Of Adult Swim [it goes somethin' like dis]:

kirbypinkcutie4: what are you doing?
ho4ravenclawboys: writing in my blog
ho4ravenclawboys: i'm writing about
ho4ravenclawboys: how adult swim is essentially for weirdos, err...with the exception of me [of course].
ho4ravenclawboys: do you concur?
kirbypinkcutie4: yes
latida

Theme song:
If you're looking for me,
You better check under the sea,
'cause that is where you'll find me,
Underneath the sea, lab,
Underneath the water,
Sea lab, at the bottom of the sea.

http://www.calamine.com/song.html -- go here to hear the sealab 2021 theme song.

and so, with that said, the flipping number 1 makes an electric zapping sound.

dr quinn medicine seaman, now shove it.

2004-08-01T06:00:00.000-04:00

dr quinn medicine seaman.."semen"--whahhh??? ...

TED LEO in Boston

2004-07-29T02:42:00.000-04:00

YES, i saw ted leo & the pharmacists last night. it was defintely one of the best performances evah. oh man, he's so sexy. i think i might be tedleosbitch84 instead. i have a few pics, tpp. i'll put them up as soon as i can-- however.....they're bad quality, unfortunately. Digital cameras can be problematic, particularly when the lighting is terrible.

BITE ME, ANN COULTER...NOW WATCH THIS DRIVE

2004-07-29T02:41:00.000-04:00

the most ridiculous thing i've read all night: http://www.humaneventsonline.com/article.php?id=4610 in which she both refers to herself in the third person and then quotes herself in an article that she wrote about herself. she begins the 'article' by comparing democrats to Satan and then accusing them of "constantly suing and slandering police as violent, fascist racists." is it possible that someone can write something so absurd without a modicum of self-consciousness?

since Coulter's perspective is clearly skewed, it follows that her 'articles' are unsound, therefore her articles should not be published...and she should be ostracized by society. [this is a valid argument--my logic professor and truth-table analysis agree] jebus, coulter really doesn't have a shred of sanity left in her. it's surprising, then, that USA Today, in their infinite wisdom, hired Ann Coulter, the ridiculous nut who stated -- after 9/11, "my only regret with Timothy McVeigh is he did not go to the NYTimes Building," to write an Op-Ed piece on the DNC. they ultimately didn't run the piece. why? because everything she writes is nonsensical, skewed, incoherent, not to mention not funny. maybe USA today should steer clear from 'journalists' who have the proclivity for nonsense -- that's just a thought. hm...but wait... what? what? USA Today plans to have Michael Moore -- the nonsensical, trucker-hat-wearing, i-voted-for-nader-in-2000, my-fanatical-ramblings-is-a-black-eye for-the-liberal-community man, offer commentary at the RNC next month?? i'm sure that will be equally as successful as the coulter piece. at any rate, like the title suggests.....bite me, coulter.

i'm locked in my crib, now watch this drive.

2004-07-24T11:46:00.000-04:00

101 things to do when you're locked in your room for the next fity years, with only a mattress, a boombox, and a copy of incisions new album:

http://www.lastplanetojakarta.com/2004/7/insision.html