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[15 Jun 2003|04:31am] |
uh huh, you've heard right.
">let's not get in a hissy fit. just move
i've decided that this one will be friends only for reallllllllllllll.
(and i really do feel bad if this is a major inconvenience for you!, i'm just mega fickle and blahdeblah)
and if this really IS a giant problem, you'll at least get a laugh out of the mega cute thing i made above!
click on the image to go to my new home, by the way : )
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| Sexcretary |
[14 Jun 2003|11:53pm] |
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good day!
i talked to this girl that i met at the mall (she's not single, sigh) and we're getting along pretty well.
I had Scott over and we watched Secretary, one of the most steamy sexual non-porn movies (it comes close though, believe me). It has stunning character development and tickles your sadist/masochist side. since that is mostly what comprises me, it was very hot. i got an erection a bunch of times throughout the film. When he comes all over her in one scene (don't worry, they don't show much), i just about cried because it looked so hot. it was amazing, captivating and. just. a really fucking good story.
which leads me to my next point: I'm REALLY FUCKING HORNY
some other memorable parts:
her stapling a paper with her mouth
her masturbating TWICE
him spanking her for the first time
him putting the saddle on her and putting a carrot in her mouth.
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| K&Q |
[10 Jun 2003|04:25pm] |
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So kids and queens, it has come to this.
and the world ended today:just great. just great.
you pushed the button honey. and we went down.
(do-wop do-wop)
i don't have much to say, i guess. just random thoughts?
Carrot.
yeah, random.
i had this disgusting dream last night that i fucked my dad. my gross bio-dad no less.
and what was worse is that like all these people were watching. and he was so enjoying it
and he like, turned into this odd creature halfway through with glass teeth and a red clown mouth.
greasepaint daddy.
caroline calls last night (at 11:ooPM) (time zones!) and we talked for 37 minutes.
but you know what was even odd-er about this dream? one of the people watching was my grandma, but
1. it didn't look like her like i remember her, she actually looked like nadine
2. she wasn't dead.
speaking of my bio-dad, i guess i'll update?
1. that inheritance, it's not coming until november, pat made a mistake.
2. my dad is in a nursing home in PA
3. he's estimated to die in like 3-4 months.
i want someone to go to the funeral with me (it'll be in PA, i'm guessing). i mean, it's not going to be all sad or whatever, because i'm not going to cry. but i'll probably have to say some words at a stand like "He had a great sense of humour, sadly, he was as lighthearted with his jokes as he was his parenting"
no, i'll be good. he had his moments.
i wonder what i'll feel like when he dies.
it's like, i have zero attachment to HIM, just to memories.
like i remember the swing he made and put up for me in the backyard, i was really young. and it was so cool, because he used to push me. Grandma would sit outside, looking on, maybe playing solitaire on a small TV dinner table she brough outside or whatever.
i'll remember all the fights him and grandma would get into, mostly prompted by grandma saying "you need a shave and a haircut, skip!" xD
i remember this one time, when i went to preschool, he was paving the roads (he used to work for a paving company before all of his problems), and i saw him, and he honked the car, and ALL of the kids were looking out of the window amazed and i had this humongous grin on my face and was saying "THAT'S MY DADDY!" and i ran out and gave him a hug.
i remember all the trips at six-o-clock in the morning to go get doughnuts for grandma and him and I. grandma liked the powder ones, and she'd always have this little powder mustache on her upper lip, it was adorable.
but then i remember all the bad times.
how i used to wait at the phone all day for his calls.
one time he didn't call when he said he would and i called 911 because i was worried.
how he really doesn't care about my movies or art or piano or anything.
how he always yelled for no reason
how i always had to be the father.
And to top it all off, his lying and manipulation
the list goes on and on.
i don't like blaming things on people but he's the reason i have no faith in people. i've lowered my expectations of people so much that when i get treated nicely, i freak out and start crying. i'm sure scott or nadine or jen have noticed this. when ally and i were 'together', that happened a couple of times.
the ally thing, i guess i should talk about that.
it's not her fault, it's not mine either.
we're both volatile and don't really understand what the other wants.
i want to shower her in affection, and i thought that i did; but i guess i didn't.
i wanted some response to the affection, and i got zero.
the painting that i did for her bugged me most of all.
she never hung it up or put it out in the open.
i mean, if you don't like it, just tell me.
i lost the egg she gave me.
sigh.
okay. i'm done.
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| a n i m a t r i x |
[06 Jun 2003|03:20pm] |
just for this entry, i think i'll use courier new!
i just saw the animatrix on Pay-per-view.
oh wow, it was SO rad!
i especially enjoyed The first one, The final Flight of osiris, i think it's called. and the 3rd to last one, Beyond
and i liked the detective's story's version of Trinity (the longer hair)
HOT.
:D
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[02 Jun 2003|10:38pm] |
mark=straight
me=sad + single.
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| ***COMMERCIAL*** WHAM |
[02 Jun 2003|10:03pm] |
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![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif?v=88.8) starfucking
do it do it do it, you know you want toooo
it's the BEST dammit
it's this RAD community where you post what STAR you want to FUCK!
YOU MUST JOIN!
and then and then and then we've:
konzertrot!!!!!!
it's fantastic, it's swank, it's the community nouveau!!!!
GO GO GO GO GO GO GO AND JOIN!!!
if you like INDIE films, making, watching, or pretending like you know all about them! (this includes y tu mama tambien!), go there!
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[01 Jun 2003|11:11pm] |
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some people say how strange and seeminly complex my entries are.
okay.
1. comment if you usually do not understand my entries, and say why. and think about it. do you actually READ them? or do you just skim and try and get the general idea?
2. i write shells around what the actual point is, mostly for appearence and trying to look clever and charming.
bye.
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| Bonk. |
[29 May 2003|10:36pm] |
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1. new community, join or die. It's for people who create or like indie films.
actually, join even if you hate indie films. okay?
;_;
three flopped communities=the saddest person ever.
2.I got word that my inheritence will be arriving (in cheque form, i believe) in 2-3 weeks. the total is forty-grand.
i'll be buying a new computer, a car, and some new movie equipment.
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| KONZERTROT |
[27 May 2003|04:55pm] |
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My scarred brain motherfuckers, I've changed my own agenda in a world of predictability.
THIS KONZERT:
we will be showing an optical delusion,
KONZERT</b>ROT</b>
. rather.
THIS GIFTIGER SONG:
we will be performing a stand up button down sontata,
NaughtyRebels.
. better.
_I have KILLED viscera for it lacks the visceral impulse.
_Instead, i will be pursuing my new magnum opus, KR
the pattern on my head says
take the pills and bite the tubes
_________________________________________________________I am the new version.
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| 1-2-3. |
[24 May 2003|12:39pm] |
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step-step-step
Scenario 1:
we're together in a little piano bar.
I'm playing a little tune. something sweet.
you, in your flowing black lace dress lean over and plant a kiss on my cheek.
end scenario 1.
Scenario 2:
a choir sings behind us.
I'm wearing a black suit and red lipstick.
you, in your red bride gown, say "I wish"
end scenario 2.
Scenario 3:
we're waltzing. 1-2-3, step-step-step.
i step on your toes.
you, in your little white dress, wink at me.
end scenario 3
1-2-3
step-step-step
Intro 1:
snowy field.
end intro 1.
Intro 2:
Catherdral.
end intro 2
intro 3:
Outside of a bar
end intro 3
1-2-3
step-step-step
i think that's what we call a stream of conciousness, right?
Sometimes, i like to remember stuff that happened recently and pretend it happened so many years ago. i mean, that's how it feels anyhow.
i'm a little piano plinking away at the high notes, till the string snaps.
it's so DISSONANT, but. i get my point across. and you tear up maybe.
i wish i could just leave this fucking town.
and bring Nadine and Jen and Scott with me
and move to New York.
get a little loft.
and have dinner parties where we watch nadine and I's films and scott's preformances and talk to jen about all the exciting forensic cases she's had lately. I'll have two jobs. blockbuster and maybe some place where film equipment is sold. Nadine'll be touring with her underground all-girl rock band and managing Dairy Queen. Scott will work at a local theatre, ushering. or maybe he'll be a playwrite.
and i'll come home, and the loft'll be empty.
I'll sit down at the black grand piano.
hit a couple of high notes, remember this entry. and then maybe cry because i'm mellodramatic like that.
i'll dream up films i'll never make with scenes of people hugging in flower-petal engulfed fields.
and then i'll play songs from my latest album.
fuck domaindlx and its shitty hosting.
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| Now Thou est Cooking with (martha) Waffles |
[20 May 2003|11:37am] |
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After going to school today and then turning around and walking right back home as soon as i actually reached the classroom because i didn't feel like taking a test that didn't matter, it was fairly early and i was le BORED.
SO. i go: "y'know, i've never really made a short funny goofy fil-ilm(film, you freak) by myself, only with Nadine."
So, i set out to create my now masterpiece fucking work of art; "Now thou est cooking with waffles" No need to point out the vernacular is incorrect.
It stars Darbie Boll, played by a barbie doll manipulated by my hand, and Le Boony Rooboot, who is played by the omnipresent stuffed rabbit.
It's a fantastic story, really:
A young, proud and naive woman steps out into the 'brave new world' only to find someone who's dressed like a rabbit and wants to kick the living shit out of her. Knowing that this is what He is thinking, Darbie ATTACKS Le Boony Rooboot in a head-smashing rage. He then declares a Kung-foo-fight. It's a horrible, brutal, bizarre fight. Rabbits are flying, needles are poking, croquet mallets are smashing; but somehow, a ray of hope, she comes through. Darbie stands on top of her newly vanquished opponent. "I WIN I WIN! NOW TO MAKE WAFFLES" she roars in caption. (this happens to be a silent film). She, being a virgin to waffle-making, accidentally jumps INTO the pot and gets cooked alive. She then ascends toward a bright light. The end.
If i had the tools, the money, the love; i would be able to post it here, i mean, it IS Digital Video, buttt, my computer is..how do you say...SHITTY and cannot handle even a streaming video, nevermind a giant video file. (i mean, my processor is like a little over 100MHZ, for crying out loud"
Never worry, children, i can STILL create a video copy, via a heft amount of cables and some video know-how. So, if you would like a copy of this short film. (along with some bonus footage, like, too much bonus footage probably...) just leave a comment. If lots of people want it, i'll have to start charging.
The movie really isn't that great, so don't waste your time. but it IS cute and ridiculous. and I'll include footage of my house, hometown and frunds. you can't resist because i'm adorable... ::waves a watch around your face::
: )
being the fop i am, any comments on how stunning my living quarters are, or how stunning I am (HAHAHAHH) when you recieve the video will be greatly appreciated and bragged about for minutes to come.
p.s. (my picture hosing place is being fat, that is why el NO PICTURE SUBJECTOOO, i'll put it in when it starts workingk again)
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| COCAINGLES |
[17 May 2003|12:31pm] |
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Hey kids, i'm Ill, because it's the new rad to be ill. I.E: the ILLEST <3. : (
okay, so beyond that junk. i really AM sick. well...recovering.
so right now i'm in stage 5:lost my voice and it's really funny to everyone else stage.
let me tell you about the past couple of days.
1. I saw Chicago with Scott. It was definetly a good movie. But you can tell it's simply not meant for film.
2. I saw Donnie Darko finally (minus Approx. 1 hour : ( ). And I really enjoyed it, so i can't wait to see the whole thing.
3. Went back to school to take the MCAS exams. (only for like 1 period in the morning, and then i go back home)
4. Stayed at Jen's house on Friday
5. Woke up in the morning with a thick coating of blood on my teeth and lips. I think what had happened is my mouth had become dry (since i am clogged up, i had to breathe through my mouth [::gag::]) and my lips became chapped and they broke open over my teeth and since i had no moisture in my mouth, it didn't get swallowed or anything. Needless to say, it was really strange and i thought i was going to have a heart attack.
6. Nadine is grounded again. and not because it's swank, but because she apparently has an attitude problem.
example:
NADINE (hereafter "N") is on the computer, innocently watching some weeble movies and giggling politely.
PSYCHOTIC PROBLEMATIC SUPER BITCH TIMES A GILLION.(hereafter "M") looms over N with increasing obnoxiousity
N: Mom, stop standing over my shoulder.
M: is enraged YOU'RE GROUNDUUUUUUD!
this concludes that session of the performance
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