Date:	2003-10-12 13:34
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	drunk
Music:	buddy guy- my time after a while

i have 8 arms to hold you
but handshakes are also available

Date:	2003-06-30 12:19
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	sick

two weeks of sickness is so much fun. i love waking up to a mucus mess and swolen glands to match my swolen eyes. i love spending all day getting better so going out every night i can feed my sickness more sick cell friends so come morning the sinus mucus has fallen to my throat and saturated my lungs.

recently my memory has been on a day to day basis. when was yesterday?


also, in other recent news, i think a hip hop group will soon be arranged

*^$# to summer fun! yay

now i have a cold and it is no fun. ive been surprised that i havent gotten caitlins cold earlier. she's been sick for like 2 weeks now. stressing about finals weakens the immune system, you know? yeah. thats how a cold can last for that long. my cold will only last a few days because i dont like bodily visitors for too long, but i like the drugs to get rid of them, they make me feel mellow, and partially nautious. gross.
i have a clump of toilet paper lodged in my nose right now. im tired of wiping so i stop it at the source and hands free.
everyone should do this technique when they are sick, because if you are like me and rip your nose apart from blowing it so often, then this trick will keep a nose sore free.

ps
this cold will spread, bring your butter knife.

expect the unexpected, right?
always sounds like good advice... except, of course, if you are expecting the unexpected... then it really isnt unexpected anymore, is it?

and that leaves you vulnerable to the truly unexpected because you're not expecting.

mod parties are fun. makeout parties were non existant to me. i hope we all had fun tonight

how does it feel to be on summer break?
well, it felt like how it felt walking out of the music center last night in a haze of drizzles. i hope this doesnt correspond to the rest of the summer, i would like to be hot...

being on summer break also felt like how i felt walking to caitlin's apartment last night with a little cute ball of fur in my backpack [im on summer break now too, so summer break feels like how i feel right now]
i dont know how i feel right now

i feel nervous

pineapple juice, malibu rum.

i got sound check bitch


"i need to get smokin like im supposta"

again my dad is beautiful:

that is very good. powerful stuff. gloom and doom with the contrast turned up: "maple, persimmons, hoop games,........" life makes us shudder. it also makes us glow.
and gives us the desire to know God: LA ELLAH HA IL ALLAH, HU.
knowing the dog, until we let go completely, LET GO LET GOD
until we let go of our own ideas completely,
let go of our emotion all body.
smoke can do it for us, little yellow pills, drink all take us OUT. doesn't work because we come back hard. it hurts. coming back hurts worse 'cause we know going out's sooo easy. shucks. life sucks. then you die. the end.
bad ending.
working with life, on life's terms. "staying in the game". finding the power greater than myself. what breaths me?
hurts when i'm sick. jasmine flower breath when i'm well.
1=0
the whole thing, baby
my baby



im loving my dad in whole different direction. and i like that.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to a very special lady in the front row.

me and my dad are starting to write poetry emails back and forth, he is so cute. i feel weird displaying my own poetry [not his though]. i recently wrote about colours and tones sensitivity and about how the sun paints brown spots on my arms.

so my dad answered back:


dots are beautiful,
as brown ones
are on you,
I'll bet,
beautiful dots are
as brown as ones
on you are
now



my kitty doesnt have brown dots. it has orange lines, which he got from a tiger that once was his father. last night when no one was looking i got married to my cat. we are on honey moon now. he layed in my arms and chewed my brown shoelace on my wrist, and i found the right spot to scratch that makes his eyes close.
we're having a beautiful honeymoon. i'll send a postcard.

My ten-year-old neighbor says that poetry is fun to read and write, I would definitely agree with her. Reading Arielle Greenberg’s given was as much fun as playing with a new kitty that you know you will love forever. That same neighbor was walking home from school yesterday and she saw a man putting a kitty in the trashcan; some people can be so disgusting. She rang my doorbell today and I fell in love. I saw the kitty for the first time and knew I wanted to help it, love it, and cuddle it until I can call it my own child. It crawls in my lap and I never want to part from him, I pick his fleas before they can jump in my bed, but I think it’s too late, I’m going to be sleeping with fleas tonight, and while I dream they will nibble my ankles and I will dream of chains. I wonder if Arielle has ever slept with fleas, and the fleas would taste her while she was dreaming, and the next day she would write a poem about colors and contradictions. Or maybe the flea bites would make her think of people that wear socks to bed which would inspire her to write my favorite line in her poem “This Train” – “The people who sleep with their socks on, day is over to them, adoring and abandoned.” Maybe if I wore socks to bed the fleas would have a tougher meal and my ankles would be pure and bitten free. In that case I want to sleep in one big body sock.
My new kitty used to sleep with his socks on. He was abandoned in a trashcan
This kitty has a cold, so it sleeps a lot. Sleeping is good for the soul. My nameless cat will have an excellent soul. If he told me his dreams I could see his soul and I would say, “wow, that is an excellent soul, it’s good you are sleeping.” And Arielle would say, “Dreaming is also good for the soul.” And I would know this because I have read her dreams. I’m glad she can tell me her dreams; I might not always understand them, which makes me happy because I don’t want to know all of Arielle’s secrets. I don’t know what’s frustrating her when she wrote, from the poem “The Libertine,” “She beats her pillow/ screams I’m not kidding! You need to take it back!”
I’m not going to take it back; the trashcan is for garbage, not cute little kitties that have dead fleas raining on my sleeves.

it seems as though only one small section of my pajama bottoms like to get spilled on. in a two inch space i have stains of rasberry jelly, coffee [i never spill coffee on my self!], and ash.

whatup dog?
thats wack


whoa, did you know that 'bling-bling' will be in the next edition of the oxford english dictionary.

The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.

I guess I kinda lost control, because in the middle of the play I ran up and lit the evil puppet villain on fire. No, I didn't. Just kidding. I just said that to illustrate one of the human emotions, which is freaking out. Another emotion is greed, as when someone kills someone for money, or something like that. Another emotion is generosity, as when you pay someone double what he paid for his stupid puppet.

sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble

FELIZ CINCO DE MAYO!!

i woke up to a rainy mess, and half the day is over. i decided yesterday that i didnt want to go to school today and that makes it better because my body doesnt want to let me know that i still have muscles. maybe its the drugs.
last night me and caitlin went to justin's house [our new "music" friend that laura introduced us to]... so that could very possibly be the cause of my weakness.
its so relaxing though.

and it made me able to sleep soothingly without worries, anxieties, and interruptions.

so if it keeps raining maybe my friends wont go camping and i can tape myself to the shins of their pant legs and we can go to the cube tonight and bob our heads to whatever tunes decide to escape.

so there's this episode of mary tyler moore where ted's trying to get a raise and after finagling and shenaniganizing he puts one over on lou and gets his contract changed to non-exclusive so he can do commercials which is not cool with lou and the gang because ted's just a brainless gimp and it hurts the image of the news to have the anchorman selling tomato slicers and dogfood so lou gets despondent because the contract cant be rescinded but then he gets mad and calls ted into his office and says, you know his voice, "you're going to stop doing commercials, ted" and ted says "why would i do that lou?" and lou says "because if you dont i'll punch your face out" and ted says "i'll have you arrested" and lou says "it'll be too late, your face will be broken, you're not gonna get too many commercials with a broken face now are you ted?" and ted buckles under to force and everybody's happy, except ted but he's so dumbnobody cares and everybody loves it that lou's not despondent anymore he's back to his brustling chubby loud loveable whiskey-drinking football-loving ways. now imagine if ted were lou, if ted were the boss. you know how incredibly fucking brainless ted is, but lets imagine he understands and is willing to use force. thats the situation we're now in as americans.

wonderful.

Date:	2003-04-22 19:23
Subject:	nowayhosayy
Security:	Public
Mood:	high
Music:	<:)

the average woman comsumes 6 pounds of lipstick in her lifetime.

how is this possible? i never wear the stuff



however, i do wonder how much spit we consume a month.

my love keeps me waiting

i'll knit for now

Date:	2003-04-14 13:22
Subject:	april 6, 1992
Security:	Public
Mood:	crazy

so i went home on saturday and i decided to bring back my journal from 3rd grade.
here is one story:

it all happened in 1992 when i was sitting in my bed watching tiny toons. when i got out of bed i went to the museum. i walked in and POOF. i was in the year 11 and i saw God and the atoms making the world but there was only half of it. then God came to me and said, "Please wait to ask questions because the world was not built in a day Bye!"...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
then God said to me, "Hi did you know that you were born on the planet zooooooooogiiiiiillllllllllee. And you were brought to earth in a wheel chair." then i said, "no way." then God said, "yes way." then God said, "i have to put you in a different time because you are asking too many questions and i need to get back to work so POOF. i was in the land of dinosaurs. the reason i know why is because i was in an egg that was in a nest and the egg was haaaatttccchhhiiinnngggg! when i was out i i i was i was i was a me, a total me, the best me i have ever been. then all of a sudden i saw my mommy and daddy. my daddy was a trianasoris rex and my mommy was a trianosoris rex and i was a me! i felt like dying because i was dying my mommy and daddy ate me.
the end
bye