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Friday, October 7th, 2005
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| Time: | 5:23 pm. |
| Mood: |  recumbent. |
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it's fall and i'm falling
like passing leaves and drops of rain.
ive missed the seasons.
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Monday, September 26th, 2005
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it never ceases to amaze me how the basic teachings of environmental sustainability can be so geographically different.
design for environment should be something generally acknowledged and agreed upon rather than a punishment forced upon whomever we deem fit to hold the blame.
ok so i'm a huge nerd. the world is just a frustrating sort of place, especially when it comes to environmental policy.
yesterday, as sundae sunday torched my ungrateful stomach, i returned home to several hours of feverish delirium, an illness brought on by a strange combination of complete and utter exhaustion and a little bit of hypochindia. while things fell apart in my mind, so often confused with reality, my computer ironed out all its glitches, some sort of unequivocal equilibrium that life is so often full of.
this for now will have to do.
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p.s. i'm sick and miss more than anything the mishmash soup from home.
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Wednesday, September 21st, 2005
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Saturday, September 17th, 2005
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its easier to post other people's secrets.
this week was tough.
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Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
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i miss the pacific,
not the beautiful epitomised Los Angeles land mark that makes the west coast exactly that, but rather, the lulling noise in the background of my every thought, the air damp and cool with mist, the sand on the sidewalks and in my shoes, the seagulls in my back yard. i miss knowing where things came to an end, the beautiful but dangerous cliffs down to the sea. placement without seasons.
the fall arrives soon.
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Sunday, September 11th, 2005
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Wednesday, August 24th, 2005
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frat boys bought all my furniture
suitcases encompass my room
friends have gone, for the most part
i met a very well spoken homeless man who gave me a painful sense of perspective
i got a lucky rock given to me in an alley by a manual laborer
AND i went to the aquarium.
i think it's time to bid my adieus.
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| Time: | 8:29 pm. |
| Mood: | wondering. |
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here's to good friends who seem a million miles away
and here's to staying in touch
no matter what.
you restore my faith in people.
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Wednesday, July 27th, 2005
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my furniture keeps disappearing and my sister is lost in the great north woods.
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how long have i been on auto pilot?
I woke up this morning tired and realised it was somehow the middle of july. days have been flurrying past with the sunshine.
My british cousin, one of the few relatives left on that side, ventured by plane (only the second time in her life) away from what she calls "the continent" (Europe) to visit. our days have been spent adventuring, while I try to give her some glimpse of an LA life I cant explain to visitors, and rounded by sleep and clouds, for june gloom seems to have progressed into july, we speak for the first time as people, not just distant relations.
it's odd sometimes how people can be so far apart and yet remain the same. genetics, i suppose, as well as inescapable british culture.
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terrorism in the homeland is such an unfortunate but typical ending for this week.
things can be a little dissappointing i suppose, but not because of what didn't happen, more because of what it meant.
my fault i suppose. (im sorry)
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it's melting! it's melting! it's all falling apart....
because i was tagged ages ago. forgive my negligence.
5 songs im into right now....
Bowl of Oranges -Bright Eyes
Gangsters and Thugs -The Transplants
Southern Belles in London Sing -The Faint
The Wind Cries Mary -Jimi Hendrix
The Bewitched theme song -?
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fruit.dog
cantelope. border
water.hot
melon.collie
sexpot or sex/pot?
some people chose, some people go both ways i suppose.
last night or rather this morning i wrote this long and meaningful post filled with painful moments of self-realisation. then the internet went out and that was that. Oh well, i guess there are simply a few more words lost to the vast firmament of space
more than ever this summer I'm learning hard, Denial ain't just a river in Egypt...
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Saturday, June 25th, 2005
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| Time: | 6:22 pm. |
| Mood: |  see post for details. |
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Stevo: Wait, time out. I just wanted to ask real quick, if I can. You believe in rebellion, freedom and love, right?
Mom: Absolutely, yes.
Dad: Rebellion, freedom, love.
Stevo: You two are divorced. So love failed. Two: Mom, your a New Ager, clinging to every scrap of Eastern religion that may justify why the above said love failed. Three: Dad, you're a slick, corporate, preppy-ass lawyer. I don't really have to say anything else about you do I dad? Four: You move from New York City, the Mecca and hub of the cultural world to Utah! Nowhere! To change nothing! More to perpetuate this cycle of greed, fascism and triviality. Your movement of the people, by and for the people got you... nothing! You just hide behind some lost sense of drugs, sex and rock and roll. Ooooh, Kumbaya! I am the future! I am the future of this great nation which you, father, so arrogantly saved this world for. Look, I have my own agenda. Harvard, out. University of Utah, in. I'm gonna get a 4.0 in damage. I love you guys! Don't get me wrong, it's all about this. But for the first time in my life, I'm 18 and I can say "FUUUUUCK YOU!"
yeah that would be my outlook right now. and also the greatest movie ever.
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Saturday, June 18th, 2005
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| Time: | 2:03 pm. |
| Mood: |  sick. |
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ok ok ok
time for the long overdue photo update. forgive my lack of punctuality. I've been/I am quite ill at the moment.
here's just a few, as they have been edited for your convenience...
( senior nights out )
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Saturday, June 11th, 2005
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Since the last time i turned on my computer, I:
-had senior class dodger night, effing sweet. thanks to the McCourts. i love my hat.
-decided I'm NEVER drinking again....or atleast not until next weekend...
-got my hair cut and had 20 million relatives come visit
-I graduated from high school and became an alumnus
-I got a dagger as a graduation gift. heh.
-spent one last all nighter with H-W and woke up the same, but different.
embarrassing pictures to follow when i can see straight, i promise.
To those of you to whom I've had to say goodbye, which by now is all of you as I have this pesky little habit of never staying in one place, we only part to meet again.
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Wednesday, June 8th, 2005
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harold and maude is quite potentially the greatest movie ever made.
also, ive become nocturnal since my room is a cave and within it there is no sense of time.
"Vice...Virtue...It's not good to be too moral. You cheat yourself out of too much life. Aim above morality." -Maude
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i just turned in the last thing that will ever be graded in high school.
and now im old.
oh and yesterday i saw a ground sloth and today i went out for tea.
does life get more sweet?
we'll have to consult the magic 8 ball for that one...
until then, im content with partying in the desert...
what do you mean im supposed to get a summer job? eh fuck.
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Wednesday, June 1st, 2005
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yeah, and life barrels on like a runaway train where the passengers change. they don't change a thing. you get off just so someone else can get on...
i guess that's the end of those four years then.
.goodbye.
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confused.
indescribable.
contemplative.
indifferent.
tired and unsettled.