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[23 Apr 2004|03:20am] |
yo i fucking fell and skinned my knees. someone's keyboard stand was leaning against the wall in the hallway...and it fell against the opposite wall...and i tripped over it real hard. and scraped my knees up real bad. what's up awesome.
"he lost everyone. he's all alone on the rape trail"
connecticut.
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[13 Apr 2004|11:07pm] |
wesleyan emailed me to "remind" me of all the shit that was missing from my application. hey dudes, i know. and i choose....to do nothing about it.
i'd rather hang out for a while. figure out some things. and go to school later.
so funny. college is just a couple of pages on the path of my choose your own adventure life. and i am making a giant stress mess out of it.
my family of friends is slowly drifting apart. maybe im the only one to see it because im the one that is doing the drifting. i declined to get close to anyone in boston because i thought they could not compare. yet. these friends that are my everything, i ignore. i do not hang out. i do not go out. because i know that in a year how different it will be. because i look to last year. some kid was sitting at my computer in the SDI lab today and i asked him to move and he said why and i said because i'm afraid of change.
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[06 Apr 2004|03:44pm] |
my dad got a sweet new motorcycle. he now has one shitty motorcycle, one nice motorcycle, one convertible, one car, and he wants to buy tara's truck. and also, everytime he sees tara he tells her "get me my horse!" (tara rides (LOVES!) horses) i think my dad is pretty awesome. he also has a liquor cabinet, liquor closet, and a liquor bucket.
my ctimes have a FREE FLIP FLOP OFFER.
uconn: stop giving having a horseshit over sports and let me the fuck in to your retard school.
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[02 Apr 2004|09:47am] |
well. funerals.
a big thank you to my cousin for volunteering me to read during the mass from the bible. JESUS WORDS. i havent been to church in years. and i believe my religon is a crock of shit. awkward, uncomfortable, shitty.
also, a thank you as well to 86 year old aunt evelyn for telling me she had a "nice man" for me. who happens to be my cousin. she's crazy.
also: my grandma said this: "she acts like her shit is ice cream and everyone wants a lick." in reference to someone who thinks they are what it's all about.
hey mj shoes. you were hot shit while you were in my possesion. but unfortunately my foot is just too fucking big and back to bluefly you go. i am sad. but you are only shoes. someday you will come back to me and magically my foot will be smaller. true story.
the oc was all about being jewish.
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[28 Mar 2004|12:51am] |
i'm so fucking tired. and i have a nice amount of work stock piled up.
i was in such a foul mood on the way up here. matthew and i, we're whiners. too hot, too cold, hungry, thirsty, no cigarettes, tired, annoyed. a two hour car ride of that. try it on for size.
we did a stop at the uconn house on the way up to rub it in their faces that they're chodes and couldn't go to bss because they're chodes and wouldn't buy tickets ahead of time. i watched basketball, listened to phil ramble nonsense, laughed at hayes, ate allen's cookies and whined.
i sm going to sleep right now.
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[23 Mar 2004|03:59pm] |
would have liked this. too bad there's none left. it was only eight dollars too.
i was going to hang here (boston) this weekend but i have an illness that is not going away. so i made an appt with my doctor for friday. hopefully i'm not dying.
i'm coming back for saturday to see broken social scene with a mixed assortment of boston and connecticut friends.
( from a few weekends ago... )
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[21 Mar 2004|06:51pm] |
nice weekend.
nice saturday night.
was at uconn for seven hours. felt like 10 minutes.
everything is moving too fast. days seem like hours, hours minutes.
next time i'm in a situation where i'm surrounded by good friends who are all for once happy, i'm going to stop. and appreciate it. because it doesn't happen very often.
three of my best friends all had birthdays in the last week.
i am birthday partied out.
we celebrate the day people were born. weird.
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[15 Mar 2004|11:32am] |
i got sick off of the st. patrick's day parade in new haven yesterday. so my mom offered to drive me back to boston this morning at 6 am. i took the offer and then sat through commuter traffic.
sent out the applications overnight saturday. glad they are done. even though wesleyan's was missing a few things. it's ok.
weekend plus was nice. wednesday was keri's birthday. got tipsy and obnoxious. played mario cart. yelled. ate cake. on the ride home, some dance music came on and i loved myself. then apparently i told karen that we should go to club. so thursday night she held me to that offer and we went to some ho and bro place in new haven. i wore a sweatshirt and jeans. i looked aloof. i drank vodka and red bulls in order to look like i was a ho. or bro. we brought holly with us so she could shed her mother-hood responsiblities for a night. listend to saves the day on the ride home and the three of us flashed back to junior year when we hung out all the time and holly still lived with karen and wasn't a mom.
that's enough details.
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[22 Feb 2004|07:34pm] |
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i finally finished the 3d wooden tower project that was due two weeks ago.
yeah yeah yeahs - rich, i'm way into this song, even though i'm not really into the yeah yeah yeahs.
hoppers!
wet hot american summer will always be my favorite movie. my boss is boss. saw it at the coolidge theater, at midnight, last night. was a good time. minus the boners making boner-ass comments.
my feet smell. i need new sneakers, but for the first time in a few years i can't think of any specific style of sneakers i would want. so i will continue to wear these rank adidas until something dope sparks my interest.
stars, i don't like their name whatsoev, but i really dig the music. they're opening for broken social scene on the 27th of march, which i just bought a ticket to. i'm looking forward to that date approaching.
four more days and then i get to go live at my house for a week. my clean house. my quiet house. my house with the car in the driveway. my house with the friends nearby. my house with my mom my dad and my brother. i talked to my dad on the phone today. he told me i sounded sad. he's been saying that a lot. he might be right, or he might just be pretending to know what's going on in my life. i haven't decided which one it is yet.
officially: i hate digital photography and printing prints off of the computer. they look like shit, and i don't have the patience to tomfoolery with them until they look right. also: my teacher likes to instruct us to change the colors in the picture w. photoshop if they don't look right, and this is just ludicrous. you take the picture and get the colors you get. that's the awesome part of it. you don't change them on the computer so they look "perfect". bunk.
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[13 Feb 2004|06:58pm] |
last night keri and i got lost in the city and i called my cousin to help us get back to the FDR. then we drove into a hole. then i saw CT get into a taxi cab and i really said taxi cab.
DORITOS ROLLITOS. found them.
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[11 Feb 2004|10:58pm] |
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didn't go to class monday lied instead said i was not here told me to stop by tues or wed i didnt read email until now (wed) because i have anxiety issues crap waited too long oh well! test today, did not so well, sucks, never going to get into another college with bomb grades.
p.s. oliver should have shot himself in the head. you know tv is good when you are yelling back at it.
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[09 Feb 2004|05:16pm] |
the only thing i ate today was a bagel + cc and that was immediately before my three hour mid afternoon nap. so right now im not feeling too hot. vomit train. riding it.
i had this slightly disturbing dream, where someone was sleeping next to me and was trying to suffocate me with a pillow. but i wasnt freaking out about it. everytime i opened my eyes, it was dark, and then i realized that i wasnt really opening my eyes. when i did, i was genuinely shocked to see that someone was not sleeping next to me. these are the sort of dreams i have when im on drugs. today was not one of those days, im not understanding.
last night i tried to leave connecticut around 10, but i didn't get here until 2. i hung out with keri + monica, and we tried to get in every last possible second of hang out time. i drove keri's car and my knee was digging into the dashboard for an hour. we went to wendy's and got a liter of cola and i drove away without putting it in the cup holder and when i turned the centrifugal force sent the cola spiraling onto keri's leg. i tried to grab it, but instead i knocked the top off and then the entire giant sized soda spilled all over keri's shins and my schoolbooks that were on the ground. i really did say "my school books!" when it happened.
i got a new pair of shoes and they are a size 12. i can never become pregnant because the two things that grow are your feet and your boobs. and if either of those things of mine get any bigger, i will die.
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[03 Feb 2004|11:53pm] |
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just tell her no: girl needs to fucking slip and fall real hard and break a leg because it would be funny to see her on crutches...while wearing a skirt and one heel because she sucks.
i dreamed that i ate mcdonalds, and when i confessed it to someone they told me: "well, you know what's going to happen. a mcdump"
one night this weekend i was out with karen taking pictures -- and i swear i heard a monster. but then i realized that we were in YARDE METALS, and that the monster was actually the sound of metal being cut. loudly. scary-ily.
sometimes i think it would be awesome if i could fall in love with my best (gent) friend. it would be so easy. i already love him and trust him. we talk for hours and im never bored. he's an all around great guy. but then i think about the touchy-feely parts of being in love and i know that it could never happen. because i just don't think of him like that. and that's totally fine by me because i don't really want it to happen...it'd be too much of a happy ending for me. i'd probably throw up or something. because of all that happiness. and flowers.
people who borrow your clothes/cds/HAT - and dont remind you that they have these objects - so in turn you think you've lost them - but then one day they tell you that they, in fact, have had your missing clothes/cds/HAT for months! .... love it. no really i do. i think it's funny. (STARTS WITH AN A ENDS WITH A LEXIS)
story - this happened today:
Auto response from just tell her no: today i got a package and i had to sign my name on that weird electronic thing ups has, and im bad at signing my name in general, but man it was just a bunch of squiggles and a giant hole where i stopped because i gave up. and i told the man, "sorry, im bad with these things" and he looked at it and said "you're right, you are bad at this"
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[25 Jan 2004|09:54pm] |
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i had a super troopers moment today.
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[13 Jan 2004|11:49pm] |
i've been seeing a lot of my friends lately -- not because i've been home to connecticut, but because they've come up here to see me. it's a huge difference. i know they love me. it's just always nice when they go out of their way to prove it.
i'm good right now.
i'm letting go.
i'm also feeling really restless. i want to do more in my life and sitting here all day and night, just going to class, and being bored, it's not really helping. i want to get up and go...but not just yet.
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[26 Dec 2003|08:24pm] |
BEST. LIFE. EVER.
i love my friends. we are a good group.
wednesday is going to be just great.
ps. my internet and phone broke down. i'm unreachable. i'm karen randall!
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[09 Dec 2003|04:39pm] |
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things making me happy:
the randall's answering machine still the outgoing message i recorded two summers ago.
the past weekend i spent with keri, karen and sam.
the new year's eve fantastic bash at the boys house. i don't think they know about it yet?
sam being here thursday.
things making me not happy:
the toilet in the scary bathroom next to my room is making 'i'm going to eat you' noises.
i have no food or money. and i'm really hungry.
i am also really bored. really really bored.
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[08 Dec 2003|01:29am] |
getting stuck in connecticut for the weekend was kind of nice. driving around the woods in the snow -- i really fucking appreciate nature. i also appreciate good music while driving. i set the mood in a non-sexual type of way. i'm the best goddamn front seat passenger music controller. know that.
i also really appreciate friendships, because jesus fucking christ, i've got some good ones.
( sorry. )
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[03 Dec 2003|05:57pm] |
iron maiden tickets are 73 dollars. what a giant pile of shit.
i was looking forward to a fun time but there's no way i can afford, or would want to pay, that much for a musical experience.
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