| my birthday |
[Apr. 23rd, 2007|11:02 pm] |
is may first. i want:
comic books
regular books
that owl laptop case i saw at hootenanny one time
stuffed giraffes
mystery science theater dvds
x-files complete series on dvd
canvas flats with cute prints
people to take me out for drinks
"please come to boston for the springtime." |
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| poetry is for faggots. |
[Jan. 19th, 2007|07:36 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  ecstatic | ] |
i am so fucking excited. today i got an email from the writing department chair telling me to call him immediately because he had some good news for me. i had no idea what it could possibly be.
turns out, i'm representing emerson college at the greater boston intercollegiate poetry festival!! this is super exciting, because i was chosen through professor recommendation and examples of my work without me even knowing this was happening. and they picked me, out of the whole school. there are a lot of good poets at emerson, i'm really proud of myself. and i love christine so much (she's the professor who recommended me).
i am super confident about my work right now, and i am definitely going to try to write a lot more. gah!! everyone come see me read on april 18th at boston college! |
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| i win school. |
[Dec. 23rd, 2006|04:02 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  accomplished | ] |
all A's this semester. fuck yeah. and word to my 3.68 cumulative gpa.
i'm watching jay and silent bob do degrassi. i miss my jennaface. hahaha.
christmas. have a good one. |
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| procrastination station |
[Dec. 18th, 2006|10:14 pm] |
one page left to write for the semester, and i cannot fucking do it. all i want to do is take a shower, but i promised myself i would finish my paper before i took a shower. this paper is such bullshit, i'm not even sure if i answered the question directly. i am so braindead, i cannot write even one more page. and this only had to be six pages. come on. i can do fifteen but i can't do six? it makes no sense.
my friend quit blockbuster today. i am sad. i am the only original member, that means we should rename the store.
i'm not funny.
who wants to get wasted? |
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| here are some things that i like. |
[Dec. 12th, 2006|01:32 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  amused | ] |
mystery science theater
the complete x-files box set (that i do not have)
giraffes and elephants
jonathan papelbon
kirby for nintendo ds
comic shops
cerebus (i should buy all those. but those books are big. and expensive.)
libraries
law and order: CI (with Vincent Donofrio only. the show is nothing without him.)
zach braff
down comforters
stand-up comedy
big cats
thanks for reading. |
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| been a while. |
[Dec. 5th, 2006|08:42 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cold | ] |
| [ | music |
| | iron and wine | ] |
everything feels like it comes so close and then slips away.
california was too much fun. here i am not having fun. yet. maybe when school is done. until then i create fantasies that are unachievable, waste time trying to convince myself otherwise.
sometimes it gets so lonely.
winter is not my time. |
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| teh suck |
[Jul. 10th, 2006|10:23 pm] |
today i:
-walked really fast for 40 minutes because i can't run.
-did 20 push-ups and about 100 crunches.
-did some stretching i remembered vaguely from my eight years of dance.
-didn't smoke and didn't eat any candy.
-drank eight glasses of water.
i'm trying to be semi-healthy. i'm paranoid about my bad circulation, and until i go to the doctor on july 28, i will continue to think that i am slowly dying.
oh yeah, i didn't drink today eitiher. hahaha. sad.
the home run derby is pretty boring. except for ortiz, and he's out now.
i read v for vendetta in two days. it was pretty sweet. i should have read it a long time ago, i think i would have liked it even better.
here's a top five, for old times:
top five movies i have to see still
1. x3
2. superman
3. pirates 2
4. a scanner darkly
5. brick
derrrrr. i'm out. |
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| primal scream therapy. |
[Jun. 19th, 2006|12:20 am] |
gotta sleep. gotta do a full-store inventory by the end of the month. gotta learn how to do an inventory. gotta hire somebody. gotta train ali. gotta stop staying up until one in the morning because i'm afraid something will go wrong at the store and i don't want to be roused from a slumber to sort it out.
breath.
gotta write, gotta quit smoking. gotta smoke to write. gotta buy a new coffee thermos. gotta stop depending on so much coffee. gotta hang out with the providers of coffee. gotta make time for friends. but gotta write.
breath.
wrote a bit of something today that could be good.
finished atonement the other day. fucking amazing book, and squeek, you were so right. i cried like a baby at this one part. that is what makes me want to write. things like that.
gotta sleep.
breathe. |
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| eight days a week, i lo-o-o-o-ove you |
[Jun. 13th, 2006|11:50 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  tired | ] |
so fucking blockbuster. SUCKS BALLS OBVIOUSLY. i'm supposed to work six days a week for a while, fucking who knows why. brighton is having problems i guess and they need me to spend one day a week there in addition to my 40 hours at my own store. this blows. i only said yes because it's an extra $150 a week or something like that.
but still.
i gotta get out of that place. one month down, three more to go. i hope they actually find someone earlier than september. all this stress is making me break out. and smoke cigarettes. and drink...more than usual.
also, julian tavarez fucking BLOWS. as in, blows the game, god damn it. i get in such a bad mood when the red sox lose.
need sleep. work bright and early tomorrow. being a 9 to 5er is not fun.
p.s. am reading atonement by ian mcewan. it's really good.
okay i'm done. |
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| when it's over |
[May. 30th, 2006|11:17 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | drained | ] |
will i have done everything i've wanted to do?
will you?
i wrote yesterday. it feels good. i don't see my friends enough. i hate working. i hate being tired all the time. i want to go away. on vacation, on a plane.
the plan is to make up for some lost time. also, to make new connections. the plan is to spend at least one day a week doing something other than what i normally do, which is nothing. and i should write more. the plan is to save up for the plane. and so many other things. |
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| ohfuck! |
[May. 16th, 2006|11:15 pm] |
my sister quit blockbuster. because they suck. but they gave me what i wanted, so i can't complain.
i am so happy. and tired.
did anyone see the yankees game? that fucking sucked! but my beloved papelbon got it done for the sox again tonight, so at least i've got that. it's just so much more satisfying when the sox win AND the yankees lose. |
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| dust jackets |
[May. 10th, 2006|10:41 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  dorky | ] |
what the FUCK is up with the pictures on dust jackets? they are so bad. they make me want to vomit all over the book, not read it. i was at the library today looking at some books by some authors i've never read, and man, going by the dust jackets alone, i would have never EVER EVER! picked them up if they weren't recommended to me by someone i know and trust.
seriously. i think it was especially bad in the 90s, like most things. |
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| holy cap |
[May. 8th, 2006|09:21 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | optimistic | ] |
i start working at my third blockbuster in as many years tomorrow. first day as the new manager of the brighton store. come visit me, i'll be very lonely. no more of my old coworkers, no more of my old boss. very sad. but in other news, i make a shitload of money now.
apparently some guy who works at my new store thought he was going to get the manager job, but i got it over him. i feel really bad, but hey, what can you do. i didn't know. and then i had to cut his hours for the week, too, because i was starting over there. talk about adding insult to injury. i just want the staff to like me so we can work together, not have all this animocity between us. i can be pretty friendly when i want to be.
hm. hope this works out. at least it's only temporary. then again, what isn't? |
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| i am your manager, b! |
[May. 4th, 2006|05:47 pm] |
some things at work have changed. i am making some loot this summer as manager in brighton, but i'm not supposed to know that yet.
we'll see what they offer me in the way of salary tomorrow.
in other news, my stomach hurts from nervousness. and i have been feeling a little down lately. papelbon losing last night didn't help much. but he's still my favorite red sox player. that crazy kook. |
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| they drop like flies |
[May. 2nd, 2006|09:27 pm] |
i came to look for you in the one place i thought i could find you.
either i've been looking with my eyes closed,
or you're just not here. |
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| i have a head. |
[Apr. 30th, 2006|11:14 pm] |
my head hurts. i've been trying to write this paper that's due tomorrow by 4pm and it's just not happening. you'd think that it would be easy for me to write this paper, because it's about killing babies. and i hate babies. whoa, that's harsh. anyway, this paper sucks, even if it is about killing babies.
i also have a final tomorrow. fuck that, it's my fucking birthday. no finals allowed. jeez. don't they know that?
anyway. i don't think anyone who reads this (who does read this anyway?) will be able to go, but yeah, milky way tomorrow, bowling, pool, whatev. it's 21+ though. i can't believe i was 18 when i moved here. it's been a good 4 years. here's to 4 more. rah. |
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| fuXored |
[Apr. 28th, 2006|06:01 pm] |
okay. my blockbuster got sold to these dickheads a few weeks ago. so we're a six-store franchise with these new douce owners now. and i hate them. they are such motherfucking scumbags who do not know anything about owning/operating a blockbuster. none of them even know how the store works. no experience with blockbuster ever.
my awesome manager quit, so did three other managers. so, four out of six managers are going. and i thought this would mean that they would give me control of my store while they found someone new to train. turns out they think they can train a manager by having someone shadow my manager for the last two weeks he is working. HERE'S A FUCKING CLUE: YOU CAN'T TRAIN A MANAGER IN TWO WEEKS. and i've been working there for THREE YEARS! the only reason they won't give me the store is because during school i can only work four days. SUCK MY DICK! GIVE ME THE STORE FOR FOUR MONTHS AND SAVE YOUR ASSES! it's really simple.
so. i'm quitting because they treat us like shit, because they won't give me the store, and because there is nothing good about working there anymore if jeff is leaving. also, i don't want to be running the store for them because they hired an incompetent manager that only trained for two weeks, and i know that's what they're gonna make me do. the only way they're getting any help from me is if they pay me to train the new manager. so fuck them.
i need a new job, any suggestions?
also, does anyone know anyone who would want to sublet my room for the summer? i'm moving in with ian to save money. hopefully i will be moving in september.
life is so shitty right now. make it better by coming bowling with me on my birthday, which is MONDAY ug. how much do i NOT want to turn 22? anyway, milky way, JP, be there, post-9PM when the bowling and pool is free. werd. |
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| no key to the cryptogram |
[Apr. 11th, 2006|09:26 pm] |
retreat
and come back home.
my birthday is in a few weeks. same day the semester is done. may day may day.
may. day. |
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| floating |
[Mar. 14th, 2006|10:41 am] |
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what was that place called? baguettes de fance? the french baguette? i want one of those sandwiches. and an orange julius in south bend. |
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