| Hello to no one, from seemingly galaxies away |
[30 Jan 2009|08:31pm] |
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Every now and then I will have a two hour sit and look back on my life that I've kept recorded on this internet journal. I pick out something new and exciting from old times, every time. Tonight, I just happened to pick up on how NAIVE I used to be! It's truly almost maddening. If it weren't for the past being my past, I'd probably invite an enormous cliff to sit underneath my feet. This, sadly, is what you do. This is what you do when your mother is in a hospital in Knoxville, the only person you really know or trust in this town is away, your family/friends live in every state other than the one you reside in, and booze is not an option [work at six a.m. will cause this]. Up until now, things have almost been gravy. Work's easy. People are friendly, and no longer shoving their churches in my face [surprisingly enough]. Paul has been wonderful, and his friends more than charming and welcoming. I just recently got my first real snow, and it stuck around for damn near three days! It was gorgeous, but they were right. It's not something you want around all of the time. I'm experiencing new things, which is really what I set out to do. Florida is lovely, but it isn't the end-all-be-all. Life is so much bigger than that I'm finding. I have a love/hate relationship with the freedom moving to a place where no one knows you gives. Working on that though. I'm definitely dealt free-time left and right, which leaves time for all types of art and thinking...and really whatever the hell else I feel like doing. Sometimes, that's nothing, and most times...it feels great! I'm ready for warmer weather, hiking, floating, camping and FESTIVALS!!! to commence : ) This is starting to feel like a real journal entry, and typing is SO much easier than writing! But maybe there are still things better left out of the technology loop. Can't have myself forgetting how to write now, can I?
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[17 May 2008|12:27am] |
Q: How different was that?
A: Extremely, it's been so long.
Q: Did you enjoy yourself?
A: Of course I did. I had a few spontaneous dancing moments, which are always a blast. I saw girls and boys that I havn't seen in the LONGEST time, and had some amazing conversations.
Q: Anything that you regret?
A: Yeah, not tagging the bathroom with a giraffe.
Q: Weird moments?
A: Getting hit on by a thirty-something in a skirt and not realizing it, embracing a now stranger, running into a fresh drug addict.
Q: Would you change anything?
A: No, I'm pretty comfortable with the decisions that I make these days.
Q: What decided the form of this Live Journal post?
A: I'm drunk...yeah, I'm one of those.
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[25 Apr 2008|03:57pm] |
For my momma's berfday
Happy
for the most part, things have been the same for a while. i managed to get myself in a little bit of trouble, but things have worked themselves out for the best. still have my friends and family, but the job's still flyin' around up there somewhere out of reach. i saw into the wild...bomb ass movie. gives me less motivation to get back into the workforce though : ) i aspire to be a mountain woman...ha.
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[09 Aug 2007|10:03pm] |
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BEG:
Sweetie, the things you're feeling are quickly fading. The pinwheel in the field will be the blade that takes you down.
When the carousel halts and disappears underground, all that's left to look at is an empty eyed boy standing still as troubles flood back into his face, blushing your cheeks and slaying the grace of the ecstacy carnival.
END:
Your eyes don't smile anymore.
Mine try, but fall short in realizing that there's no need.
Damn your lure
Damn the past
Damn me for not letting go
We'll go on living your dreams, or maybe you'll stop caring about those too.
You and me in our trailer by the water.
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[08 May 2006|02:25pm] |
going back to school today made me realize how much i enjoy having my own separate life away from all those morons. all you hear about is reiterated drama drama bullshit. i'm very happy with my life though...grades are good, family's good, and i love my corey.
-tapanga
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| i'm a loser baby... |
[10 Oct 2005|01:38am] |
i like to drink alone and see skulls in the sky.
as for wallace and gromit...there weren't too many people going to see it at ten o' clock. and i actually really enjoyed it, which surprised me...but i guess now i need to see the others.
dunny mini figures : ( : )
i need to get my skeleton jumpsuit, but where? how odd...
Stand By Me time...
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| ten speed and god's blood in burial. |
[05 Oct 2005|10:28pm] |
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let me just say that myspace and livejournal are nothing but trouble.
elliott's not sadcore...he's deadcore. and even if he rose from the dead, no, i would not make out with him...corpses don't make for good make-out buddies.
am i slap-happy at 10:30? i need more sleep...
moving out tomorrow. i'll be a naples bitch for three months, and then i'll put in my resignation.
morning will come, and i won't want to wake up...but i'll be glad knowing that it's the last time i'll have to wake up in this shithole.
i need those dunny mini figures...150 on plastic bunnies, but it's worth it. how could it not be? ink before bunnies though...definitely ink before bunnies.
penguins, dogs, inventors and you on friday.
do black people like wallace and gromit? i love everyone...but just, not at the movies.
punch me in the face.
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| sex reminds her of eating spaghetti... |
[03 Sep 2005|12:38am] |
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Post an ANONYMOUS comment with the following:
1. One secret.
2. One compliment.
3. One non-compliment.
4. One love note, but it does not have to be for me.
5. Lyrics to a song.
6. How old you are.
7. How long we've been friends.
8. And a hint to who you are.
9. After you do it for me, put it in your LJ and see who does it for you.
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| life is good |
[16 Aug 2005|12:33am] |
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boy, you're just a stupid bitch... |
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so i'm pretty much gone...and my mom wants to have one of those talks that go on for what seems like days, about how talented i am, and what i owe to the world. then she tells me the "fear" and "love" bit from donnie darko was totally right on target...and i didn't play at open mic because of FEAR. and i don't persue art and display it anymore because of FEAR. i'm feeling lost...and like my mother's a nut. but she's drunk, and i'm stoned...so life must be good. how could it not...
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[14 Jul 2005|03:18am] |
.:She keeps me close to her heart in a locket
I keep her close to my cock on a picture in my pocket:.
that's a romantic line if i've ever heard one...
it's amazing how people can just pass through your life like nothing.
maybe i'm just tired an delirious...
i had a good day today though.
had a picnic on the beach, sort of. played in the rain, which was a fun idea at the time...but now i've probably got pneumonia.
my camera's a bitch.
went out to a graveyard, in what city? the other night...there were some shots to be had there. but my shutter's fucked.
what can ya do...
enjoy life when it's good.
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