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DAAAAAAMN if that wasn't a terrifyingly loud thunder blast.
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[28 Jun 2009|12:19pm] |
I spent the day with Gene. I hadn't seen him in a while, and I get to missing that kid really quickly.
Lawrence left Sexton street in the late morning to hop a bus to NY for the week. Bob, Kathleen, Gene and myself went to a flea market and to the beach.
the flea market was the post-apocalyptic affair that Gene promised it would be.
huge buckets full of metal scraps and used toothbrushes, knock-off sharpie-like markers, and the occasional minimally compromised antique priced to sell.
we met Rachel, Steve, and Alex there, and headed to the beach.
as we drove towards the water, the sunshine retreated and a thick fog rolled in.
our beach day was right in the thick of it, and turned slightly frigid. Bob, Gene and Steve still went in the water, and that was fun to see.
the waves were great, and it looked like we were on a little island at the edge of existence.
I went in up to my knees and did some hula-hooping.
we ate crappy beach food and got some coffee before dispersing and going our separate ways.
coffee for me is like switching gears, in that usually it makes me more able to function at a faster clip, but every so often I stall out.
Gene and I took "an experimental" course back to Sexton street and elected to watched an episode of Carl Sagan's The Cosmos.
but then both TOTALLY passed out about ten or so minutes into it.
and I'm sure had dreams about time and space.
over the course of the day, we'd been waffling about how to spend our evening.
he hadn't really been planning on joining forces, but agreed that none of the options were all that appealing.
we had both been invited to a rave, a going away party, and a midnight showing of Tommy Wiseau's 'The Room'. it was my belief that Lawrence was in NY, so I couldn't make any plans with him.
I had made up my mind to stay in and possibly work on some puppets.
after having our most excellent nap, it seemed clear that just hanging out and watching Cosmos would probably be the most enjoyable way to spend the night.
every time Gene and I try to watch some show at my house, something gets in the way. in light of Lawrence being out of town, and my house being equipped with adorable animals, we came here anyway.
I drove around a parking lot on the way.
after making this video, and getting Cosmos all ready to go, I checked my email.
there was a message from RISE (they stayed at my house last week, after I went to their show and learned they needed a place to stay.), saying that their bus broke down, and they were trapped in Boston.
now--- this wasn't an email directly from them. they didn't have my number, and in fact, one of them had to call a friend in LA to have her right me the email.
it was around midnight then, but the email was only two hours old, and it was Saturday, AND they are a band for a living, so I called the number and learned that they were in one of those impossible little traffic knots in the south end. and that their phone was dangerously low on power.
I handed the phone off to Gene who knows Boston about as well as anyone I've met, and he was able to give them good directions before this woman's phone died (something I would not have been able to do by myself)
Lawrence called to say he couldn't go to NY because too many of his things were at my house, and asked if anything was going on. I told him the abridged version of the ^above^, we had a laugh about it, and he and Ryan came over.
Funny enough, RISE's next destination was in NY, and (assuming the bus held out) they could drop him off pretty much where ever.
TO RECAP
nothing fun appealing was happening last night, so I was around to give this band a place to stay, and Gene was around to direct them here.
Lawrence was unable to take a bus to New York and now he gets to take a personal bus (full of pretty, interesting, talented people, no less) for free.
and I had something fun to do last night.
everyone's plans got all fucked up, but it still worked out fine.
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| give me that old fashion morphine |
[24 Jun 2009|04:43am] |
I can't seem to sleep. I tried for a few hours, but remained wide awake and only succeeded in getting a little bored. I'm on the Cape at my Aunt's cottage for the night. it's about a thousand feet to the ocean from the porch. as it's nearly five am now, I think I might try my luck with the sunrise.
I'm sure not being able to sleep is an effect of the lack of exercise and general inertia brought about by all the scuzzy weather June's been dishing out so liberally, but it's accompanied by a good amount of anxiety.
or maybe it's just the combination of my mind insisting it stay active (despite my best efforts to coax it into rest) and my body going through an especially difficult lady episode.
I'm not sure.
what I am very sure of, however, is that I miss my riding boots.
I've no idea what happened to them, but they're my favorite boots and I would dearly fancy them being returned to me.
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| birth day. |
[03 Jun 2009|04:18pm] |
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today I am 21. I would first like to give myself a pat on the back for surviving yet another year, and second to thank whole-heartedly everyone who's helped me make it so far.
last night my Friend Dim called asking if I wanted to go sailing. when I got to the pavilion about an hour later, the wind was mostly gone, but we still took out a sail boat and later a catamaran. I got my shoe wet dangling off the side, and there really was very little wind. still, it was just about sun set, and a very pretty time to be on the water.
we got ice cream at Toscanini's and continued to walk around outside. we met up with a friend of Dim's that he'd planned on seeing after we'd gone sailing, but we all got to chatting and walking and eventually she invited us back to her flat for tea in the kitchen.
we jumped on the trampoline out front for a few minutes before going inside.
she set out cookies, apple slices, peanut butter cups, tea bread, and black tea.
we talked and talked and TALKED for hours. it took about an hour just to say good bye and get out of there. they got to talking about life and love and how the women they know all seem to be leaving their husbands in their early 30s, and then they realized they had no idea how old I was.
so after a round of all of us guessing the other's ages and being surprised at the answers, I was asked directly, blushed, and announced that I turned 21 13 minutes ago.
they clapped and we all drank a sweet raspberry beer sort-of-thing.
she gave me a book, her contact information, and an invitation to come back any time, then we left.
some shirtless, drunken friends, a sleepy walk and a cab ride later, I was home.
I curled up with Lawrence (who surprised me for my birthday by coming home) and slept.
Lawrence, Melanie, Ryan and I had breakfast (a very late, but very good breakfast) together, then they went off to do their own things, leaving me to some much appreciated birthday alone-time.
tonight I'll go out to a bar, and Jody will buy me my first legal drink (on US soil, anyway).
hopefully I won't die of pig flu.
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[19 May 2009|04:42pm] |
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well, the weekend was a lot of fun. like really. a total gas.
but I'm afraid I'm much the worse for ware. I still have splitting pain from the base of my skull to just under my shoulder blade on the right side, but I can thankfully move everything below just fine, and my range of motion in my neck itself is much imrpoved.
I have itchy little dots all over my arms, face, and waist/hips area. what the fuck? it's either poison ivy or chiggers, but at this point it's looking more like poison ivy. I've never had either, but I guess it's not so bad. it's not gooey or anything. just dry and itchy. and unsightly.
and bumpy.
also, I'm missing my wallet, earring, socks, bathing suit, and hula hoop.
ahhh.... I really need most of these things back, so if you hear anything, please let me know.
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| chocolate=love |
[16 May 2009|02:26am] |
I just finished one of my chocolate bunnies, and now the other chocolate bunny looks very lonely in its little bag.
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[14 May 2009|05:12pm] |
ok. so... yard sale the 17th in JP. anyone?
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[12 May 2009|08:28pm] |
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who absolutely wants to be in on a big ol' yard sale/bake sale/art sale/bazaar?
the working date until recently was the weekend of the 15th and 16th (this coming weekend), but I am hearing things about that date not being so good any more.
for my own part, I am overburdened with shit I don't need, and I would like to have the sale sooner rather than later.
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| Yart Sale |
[12 May 2009|04:46pm] |
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does the 16th still work for everyone? maybe the 15th too, but that's Dani's graduation/celebration day, and that seems both inviting and very distracting.
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| in the market for a new bad habit. |
[02 May 2009|05:56pm] |
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Natalie and I went to see Electric Six in Central square. we were delayed a bit because I forgot it was the first of the month, and had to put money on my card. the next train took it's sweet time leaving the station.
eventually the train did leave. we got off at Downtown Crossing and switched to the red line. a few feet ahead of us on the stairs, there was a boy that looked strikingly like Dar from the back. I tried to get a look at his face, but it was impossible. I was keeping my distance, convinced that it couldn't be him, and not entirely sure I wanted him to notice me if it was.
the train was waiting for us when we got to the red line. I was still about fifteen feet behind him, and ducked into the car ahead of the one he did.
Natalie noticed I was being a weirdo, and I explained that someone in the next car looked way too much like someone I used to know, and that it was giving me an odd time.
I think she understood.
we got off at Central and met Rachel and everybody else who made it there before we did in front of the Middle East. we went in and were less than pleased by the opening act. admittedly, it's a tough lot to be the opening act, but we were really just not buying it.
the gaggle of us sat across the street brushing up our Sunday Tommy Wiseau laughs.
the second act was a little better. still not good, but at least the guitarists were shredding enough that you could pretend to rock out to it and have a genuinely fun time. this band also had nine front men. think about nine front men.
then it was time. we worked our way close to the stage and waited.
on came Electric Six.
in a song or two, the mosh pit* was in full swing. I gave Gene my jacket and joined in. around the second song I looked back to see who else was in the pit, and two rows back, it's Dar. it was fucking him on that train.
I lost track of him, but kept dancing. eventually I ended up near him, and we rocked out as hard as we could. it was so funny seeing him there.
we both ended up near the stage by the end of the set. the last song ended, and I felt I'd touched something sticky. when the lights went up, I noticed my hand was all red. so was the stage.
seeing the look of horror, confusion and disgust, the person to my right said "yeah, that guy that was behind you is bleeding pretty bad."
sure enough, he was. bad. he was basically a mass of shiny red with bright blue eyes staring out.
when he learned he was bleeding, he was surprised. I showed him my hands, and sent him to the bathroom.
he didn't have anywhere to go, was clearly fucked up, and bleeding from the head.
so, much like a puppy dog in the same condition, he followed us home.
and I cleaned his wounds. and heard his thoughts. and tucked him in.
it was nice. it always throws me off guard to see him, but I do enjoy it.
he's my polar opposite, but that's pretty much what I like about him.
*the mosh pit at this particular concert was very strange. it was oddly...caring. if you were knocked down, someone would scoop you up before you fell below hip level. my feet were seldom stepped on. I was not groped, at least not in a way that seemed intentional, and I was pushed to the front a number of times as I was much smaller than most of the other people.
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| adventures in giving up habits. |
[01 May 2009|02:39am] |
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no cigarettes! all day!!!
I had four drags yesterday, but my body barely even noticed. I've got the quitting hacks at present. I went for a run and felt like my lungs were inside a plaster mold. I spent more time coughing afterward than I did running in the first place. I do feel pretty good, though.
it might halp that the weather is fucking fantastic.
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| pale horses |
[29 Apr 2009|01:49am] |
oh no.
uh oh....
I think... I think I might try to stop smoking. but for realz this time.
it was around this time last year that I started up again. I can't just smoke heavily for a year, man. I don't usually go more than a few months at a time. this is gross.
but I love it.
but it's TERRIBLE for me.
shit. ok. I'm giving it a month, and I'm saying that within this month, I can smoke 4 cigarettes.
baby steps. baby steps.
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| Dr. E. Edward Nougat/Trevor |
[18 Apr 2009|06:40pm] |
my snake is dead.
I found him today. I left him in his feeding tank with some mice and left home for a day. this isn't unheard of, especially after the winter months. he takes his time eating, and I've never considered it risky.
today I came home to find that in lunging for a mouse, he'd bitten his neck quite near his head and gotten stuck. with his teeth snagged, he had no way to eat, and no way to protect himself from what was meant to be his meal.
the poor thing...
I've had him since 'aught two, through five residences. I used to bring him to children's birthday parties and smuggle him about in my coat.
now I'm cleaning his tank out for the final time and hoping I buried him deep enough in Callahan.
I'm really going to miss him. I miss him now, actually.
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[18 Apr 2009|01:47pm] |
seriously. seriously.
what is a date that is good for everyone for the multi-friend-yard-sale-bazaar?
I'm thinking maybe may 16th or 17th or 16th and 17th, but open to suggestions.
I've got a pile of fabulous, though unwanted and lightly used things and I'm antsy to be free of them.
who's in? when's good? should we sell cookies?
let me know and I'll get on with planning.
(and advertising?)
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| yard sale: the stuff explosion of spring 09 |
[21 Mar 2009|07:17pm] |
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I've been noticing more and more that I am burdened with a lot of crap. more crap, in fact, than any one person could possibly keep track of.
this is partially due to winter, but much more if it can be blamed on my life long tendency to hold on to "materials" that I'm just sure I'll use one of these days.
well, I'm done with it. I'd rather have the space and the money.
this is why I propose a MULTIFAMILY FRIEND YARD SALE.
since most of us live in the middle of nowhere (as far as the city goes), I propose having it at Lamartine house. JP loves a yard sale, and there's the parking lot which could stand to be filled up with tables and things. of course, I still need to ask the dear folks who live there if I can use their yard to pedal my (our) no longer wanted goods, but I want to see if there's any interest in it first.
proposed date: April 18th, weather permitting.
takers? ideas?
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Georges Brassens – La mauvaise réputation |
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I'm still recovering from the weekend. everything that happened, considering the circumstances, happened exactly right.
still, the overwhelming nostalgia for the people I used to be surrounded by, and the blessed little life I had is not easily put to rest. I've thought about them a lot over the past few years, and how helpful it would be to have such individuals in my adult life.
seeing them again...
was wonderful, and also too too too too much to stand.
this is the first time I've spent alone in a long time.
I needed it, as it turns out. badly.
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[15 Feb 2009|03:29pm] |
Lawrence is next to me, playing Dungeons and Dragons. earlier I walked to City Feed and got a sandwich. it was a good one today. it's sunny and something approaching warm outside. it's an especially nice sort of sunny, too. everything is especially vibrant, people were walking slowly, alone, with friends, with lovers, just to be outside and enjoy the day.
but not I'm on the couch on my computer with all sorts of free time. I'm going to Grasshopper around six, but until then, there ain't shit I've got to do.
I'm amazed.
I had allotted so much time to getting my animation homework done, but I did it all yesterday in one six hour sitting. I have to get yarn at some point, I suppose, and I always have a few things on the side I'm working on, but at the moment, it seems too strange to not have to do anything that I don't quite believe it.
so I'm not quite doing anything.
and it's great.
I mean.. I stressed out all week about it. I was worried I wasn't going to have a weekend. I wanted to start Friday, but Friday was full of bullshit (fail and AIDS, some might say). I got out of school at noon, and went home to work on some things and spend some time at home, planning on returning to school in the evening. Martha gave me a ride to the station, but I forgot my wallet at home. being the wonderful person she is, she picked me back up, brought me home to fetch it, AND drove me back to the station.
a bus pulled up after about fifteen minutes, and the driver got out and went to his little bus driver booth to make a phone call and sit in his cozy little box.
he came out some minutes later, and declared the bus was out of service to to what he described as "bad fumes".
in another fifteen or so minutes, another bus came and I went to school.
the animation room was locked. the media storage room with the keys was locked. I couldn't get a hold of anyone from the animation department, but I stuck around for the next few hours trying.
then I went home. it was a waste of a night, and I was a day behind on production.
Saturday I woke up at ten, but I made myself sleep for another few hours. I was still so pissed and sad from the night before. I didn't really want to make the trek to school again, so I did some housework and had some computer time, and took a very long time putting actual clothes on.
working at school was slow-going, but after a little bit it seemed at least doable. my puppets works much better than I thought they would. Lawrence came and visited me, and brought me a snack.
he left to do proper Saturday night things, and I worked for another few hours, and listened to the girls in the next room talk about their current and past boyfriends.
I was the last one there by the time I left, so I shut everything off, locked up and went to wait for the bus.
the bus ride was.... lively.
I came here, to Lawrence's house, and drank some wine to celebrate finishing my short animation in one sitting. more people poured in. it was a nice time, except for poor Jeff, who was on the floor with pneumonia.
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[26 Jan 2009|07:24pm] |
I woke myself up this morning with a bark of a couch that originated somewhere near my navel. it was around six in the morning. I got out of bed so I could make it to Animation 1 early to go over with Joel what I missed last week. I threw the kettle on the stove, poured oatmeal and tea into a bowl and cup respectively, and went to snag a quick glance at my internets to see if there was anything important.
there was, as it turns out. I got an email from Joel saying he had the flu and that class was off today.
I've had a pretty quiet day at home working on a hat, reading and getting steadily more and more sick.
I think I'm brewing up a fever at the moment. I have that gross, sliding-chill sensation happening in shorter and shorter cycles. my hands and feet look like they're made of wax.
on the bright side, I've been practicing my soup making skills, and I was able to whip together a fine example of a stew for myself.
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| ok, ass. perpare to be worked off. |
[20 Jan 2009|04:25pm] |
I got into all the classes I wanted to!! all right!
tomorrow is Monday as far as the class schedule is concerned. I thought I was going to wait until tomorrow to try to weasel my way into Animation 1, but as it turned out Joel just assumed I'd be in the class and said he'd see me in the morning.
Joel is great. he's half the reason I'm taking the class, probably.
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