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Thursday, February 8th, 2007
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1:36 pm - Well well well...
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In an attempt to avoid reading Leslie Marmon Silko the other night, I wandered onto my old Livejournal. And hey! It's pretty much how I left it (it's just like cleaning your room and finding all your old pants). Hurray for the internet and its many distractions.
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| Wednesday, December 10th, 2003
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12:34 am - Oh, bother.
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You are Sara. you're depressive, but you have
reason, you mother is insane, and your father
has run off, faking his death. you admire your
father, he's better than mom, and you wish to
do what he did (shoot up an office and killed
all the annoying people.). you want the world
to make sense, but come now.. that's not a
reasonable request now... is it?
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I have a sneaking suspicion that I've taken this one before.
Oh, finals. How you've managed to suck all of the life stuffs out of me.
Right, so the plan is to save up some money and run away on a bus. To the Yukon. The world is as it should be in the Yukon, correct?
Only six more shopping days 'til Tamara.
I must remember to keep thinking. What a bother. If there's no time to write, there must at least be time to think.
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| Sunday, November 2nd, 2003
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1:51 pm - Sunday Blues
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In a desperate attempt to feel some sense of community, I came to read livejournal today.
You are whats Her Face. You let a possum attack
you. Youve been beat my an alien and something
always hurts. Your a loser. You dont have a
chance with any guy. Stop shopping in junkyards
and thirft stores and maybe your friends will
like you more.
Which Teen Girls Squad Member are you?
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If I just keep eating Halloween candy, all of my anxieties will disappear, right? I'm supposed to register for classes, but the website isn't cooperating. I suppose I should just go to the library to research vegetarianism and hope technology vastly improves while I'm there.
I won't be all alone forever, right? Thanks.
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| Tuesday, July 22nd, 2003
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12:10 am - That night, crazed with thurst, the oxen escaped, never ot be seen again.
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I suppose I should start journaling again. And why not bring my typing skills back up to par while I'm at it? When I stop writing anything for so long I begin to go brain dead, and I can only communicate in grunts and squeals, which isn't such an awful way to communicate in itself (it can be highly effective), but the english language can be awfully decorative. Not to mention more specific. And I feel like I haven't been reading lately, either. I've just been an illiterate lump of braindead goo. I've been reading, but only for short periods of time. If I don't sit down and read for a couple of alert hours at least, then it seems like the whole thing is just negated. And the whole summer is full of imagined productivity. No, that's a lie. There are other things. But any productivity is an illusion. Not that it really bothers me. It doesn't. I wish I could manage to stir up some creativity, though. It would be much appreciated.
Why...can't I just communicate like a normal human being? And why do I always feel subtle venge...ful...ness. Well, no, not always, but it has been awfully frequent, and it just makes me sick. If I just tell someone why I'm upset, I realize how ridiculous I am, and I get over it. Which is favored over sitting in the corner of the room, pouting, and being a general pest. what? Okay, I'm through.
In other news, Dana. Haha.
My parents are watching a documentary on the Donner Party.
Which is everyone's favorite family film when compared to a Diamondbacks game. Lord, I hate baseball.
current mood: frustrated
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| Friday, April 18th, 2003
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10:14 pm - Enjoy yourself
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I just got done loading my livejournal onto disk. You know. So I'll have something tangible. I went to have my wisdoms teeth out this morning. I was up and okay again after 4 or 5 hours of sleep. I'm lucky. My face didn't swell. I wonder if I'll bruise. Hey, guys, let's make Ajia a whole new wardrobe out of flowing, lacy things. (Yeah, good plan).
Life's still good. Moving far too swiftly. Tamara's been officially welcomed back to Smith for the fall. It'll be nice getting to graduate there. For her. I'm pretty sure the ASU decision has been accepted. After a year of diligent work there, I can apply somewhere I really want to attend. Maybe. Ha, like...okay, no, I won't say it. There's more to life.
There's nothing like looking back at old enties to realize how seldom one should take himself seriously.
current mood: still
current music: I've had "Asleep" by the Smiths stuck in my head all day.
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| Sunday, March 2nd, 2003
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10:25 pm
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Eh, don't look back. The amount of change that has occured is just too overwhelming. And don't look forward, because you know that someday the present is going to be a moment in which the change is so noticeable and overwhelming that you can't handle it. Blah. Let's stay in the present forever. Oh, hey, that's how it works out, isn't it. Oh, time. You. I don't understand you.
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| Saturday, February 1st, 2003
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12:14 pm - Bleat.
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Finally, LJ works.
I went to my first cello lesson today. My teacher is beautiful. Her name is Michelle, she's wee, she's a music major at ASU, she looks Asian, she has a nose ring, she's in a band in which she plays the cello and keyboard, she's looking into buying an electric cello, and she almost reminded me of Willow from, hah, Buffy, but withough an akwardness that's so obvious.
Well, I guess my day's full. I need to read Waiting for Godot and my mom wants to go see Charlie. I should probably call Ryan. I'll have do some cleaning tomorrow morning. Last night we ended up eating spinach dip curbside. Oh, spinach dip and melba toast. Food of the curbside elite.
I wish I felt more. Concerning the shuttle, that is. I always feel like I should feel more sorrow than I do, but then I feel like I'd only be faking sorrow to look like I have a heart if I were do compel myself to be more sorrowful. But Patrick says this reaction is normal. So, hm.
Hopefully LJ continues to cooperate.
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| Wednesday, January 22nd, 2003
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8:18 pm - Fat'n'happy.
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I went over to Sean's to work on math after school today. "Do you have food in your house, Sean?" Wrong thing to ask.
I had a hot pocket while he made sausages and eggs, and we both finished off the last of the mint cookie ice cream. After a trip to Office Max, we made cinnamon rolls.
I need to start running. Habitually. How many times have I heard myself say that? I think I could get myself completely organized. But, really, what would be the fun in that? There would be no challenge. No stress. Perfect ease is overrated.
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| Monday, January 20th, 2003
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5:50 pm
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Lordy. I have to get rid of this nagging sense of impending doom.
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| Monday, January 6th, 2003
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10:00 pm - Actions best repressed.
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I just want to show it from the rooftops sometimes.
Were you merely a voice.
Were you words on a page.
My feelings would continue unchanged.
current mood: Just a tad reckless
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| Sunday, January 5th, 2003
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1:20 am
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Oh yes...
I recieved word that I was accepted to BYU today.
Hooray?
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12:17 am - We all win at hearts. I command it.
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I don't think I ever want to be drunk.
But, you know, I don't think I'd talk more; I think I'd just feel less pressure to speak, and would cease talking altogether.
The Japanese: a culture seemingly obsessed with hygeine and technology. Ha. I really want one of these toilets. A toilet of the future. Of next Tuesday. These things are amazing. Even as I'm painting this toilet...
I'm going to the library tomorrow. Although, you know, I should probably look at some of the books I already have lying around the house...I'd like to read more classics, but I'm so tired of tragedy and conspiracy. I know. I'll read one of the Dalai Lama's books. That'll be uplifting. And I've been feeling detached lately. I'm in desperate need of some universal compassion.
current music: Livin' la vida domestica.
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| Wednesday, December 25th, 2002
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9:13 pm
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Blessed are the note-writers, for they shall relieve Ajia of the burden of confrontation.
Why do I feel like I'll have more than one draft of my reply? Oh, dilemmas. I want the convenience of Dictionary.com but also the privacy of my computerless room.
Ah, me.
current mood: sniffle.
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12:36 pm - In the land of neverending mucous.
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I'm all sneezes and sniffles, and I think I've come down with a touch of leprosy.
Huzzah for being an only child!
Huzzah for sweater vests!
I wish I could get ahold of Michelle. I may have to actually pick up a phone later on. My telepathic abilities are faltering.
My mother and I will probably catch a flick later on, and then I'll try to get ahold of people for a Christmas gathering sans gift exchange. Not to suggest I'm unprepared for a gift exchange. My shopping was done months ago. Of course.
current mood: puffy.
current music: Something Bing Crosby.
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| Tuesday, December 24th, 2002
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11:04 am - Oh, what a fate.
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We're all out of cream cheese. I'm watching the Wiggles on the Disney channel. It's frightening, but the energy just draws you in. We're driving out to farm country to exchange gifts with people I don't know. My only comfort is the hope that it's the house with the field of mud across the street from it.
I'm reasonably certain I've caught a cold. Who would have thought that all of my barefoot winter adventures would finally catch up with me.
Christmas Christmas...hmm.
current mood: apathetic
current music: Sneeze.
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| Monday, December 23rd, 2002
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11:12 pm - Overcast sunsets set to piano.
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This morning I had appointments with both my optometrist and my dentist, which means I got to sit around having my face prodded by older men and listen to their feigned interest in my present and future situations. Apparently, I should go into dentistry because of my mellow disposition. I knew it would get me somewhere.
We found beautiful rhinestoned glasses. Of course, they were ridiculously expensive, so they'll never be mine. Ah, well. I'll find some elsewhere.
Janelle and I went to see Two Weeks Notice with Ryan, Rose, Caroline, Dona...Dana?...and Tamara. I'm. Yes.
No.
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current mood: hmm.
current music: Colorblind.
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| Saturday, December 21st, 2002
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7:01 pm
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All by myself for the evening...
What to do, what to do...
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| Friday, December 20th, 2002
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1:11 am - Got sincerity?
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Has comedy become the language of cowards? The mockers can't be mocked. You know, it's probably just my paranoid perception of things.
Comedy's more entertaining, anyway. That statement wasn't too obvious, was it? The alternative can be wearing. One can only stand so much intensity and it lacks that level of intellect required for wit.
current music: Stand still, so I can see your silhouette...
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| Tuesday, December 17th, 2002
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6:43 pm - We'd all be prettier on the moon.
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I love long baths. With Pachelbel playing on my stereo. And possibly something to read. I lay in the bottom of my bathtub until all the water was drained. That was an interesting experience. The heaviness makes you feel like you're being sucked into the floor of the tub.
My hair's tied back, so now just the baby hairs around my face have curled. I'm wearing a penguin pajama set that's too small for me.
I love the way Virginia Woolf weaves a sentence. I'm just anxious for the point at which Orlando becomes a girl.
What fields of work could I be involved in that would allow me to spend most of my time under water? Think think think...
current mood: hungry
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| Sunday, December 15th, 2002
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10:01 pm - Om.
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I'm overjoyed and I'm not sure why.
Deciduous trees make everything better.
I went to the library and got Orlando. I think having three books started at one time officially qualifies me as a book whore. I'll have two weeks free to straighten that out.
It's good to be alive.
current mood: !
current music: Across the Universe
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