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it's like old newspapers blowing down bleecker street
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It's so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them when you don't love them any more. -Brautigan |
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We took the House! Come on Montana.. |
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Lima beans, cauliflower, green peas, raisins, almonds (no cashews), corn, and carrots, green beans, and vodka tonic. Paprika and chocolate ghosts, grape leather. Burning bunnies and dollar bills. I just want to go to that tiny little South American house I was promised. Water, bananas, et al., but I still hate bananas. We're having a Wes Anderson party, sometime soon, but not too soon. On Thursday I'm going to "Threepenny Opera" with my Blount class. We decided to eat dinner beforehand, somewhere near the strip, so we picked the new Thai place. Only in my Blount class. Sara bought fake snow from the mall and we're listening to Sufjan Steven's Songs for Christmas Volume 2. But we're watching The L Word, because we don't have A Christmas Story. Oh, the fake snow smells really bad, not at all like pine or cranberries or sugar plum visions. |
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Here's a page from University of Chicago's Ratemyprofessors.com. 
UChicago 1 Me 0 |
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I've settled on two, for now. I need some feedback; I'm going with the new American thrill of voting to control modern media. There are two THREE! options. 1) "Dinner Music for a Pack of Hungry Cannibals" performed by the Kronos Quartet.
The idea is, as it says, dinner music for.. something strange. A table and four chairs, four dancers, somehow sporadic but not too spasmodic to match the music. Jumps, running! Some sort of story in there, just don't know yet.2) "That Certain Female" by Charlie Feathers.
A little different.. probably a couple, in 1950s Memphis clothes. Cotton printed dress, some suspenders on the guy in there somewhere. Some partnering, some movements most would categorize as "swing" partnering, but East Coast. Probably a story in there, too, with some sort of man-chase-woman type thing. You should be able to see. 3) "End of the World Party" by Medeski, Martin, Wood.
Plastic surgery, big boobies, girls, end of the world parties, hooray! Yeah, plastic surgery theme here, probably. I have a cool, sexy I swear to god, seizure type move that would fit well. This has a lot of open potential, wouldn't have to necessarily stick to the original theme. Experiencing a bout of hipness. Vote, or comment, and both. |
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A song, a sssong on the radio, I mean, a song, a sssong on the device. What, what happens when you die? Bang, bang, rama, bang, lama, bang bang. What could I have done? Swish swish back forth bbbang, what happens when you die? One two three four five six seven eight one two three four five six seven eight back back step step clink clank clink clank back back step step clink clank clink clank. One two three four five six, six feet under, a little bit lower, further farther down. Sorry, sorry can't get you in today, everyone's just trying to escape the heat, because, heat, heat rises. If you clench your two rotten fists tight enough tight enough around a dirty melon ball you'll someday find.. a diamond!
a diamond!
a diamond!
a diamond!
a diamond!
a diamond!
a diamond!
a diamond! a DIAMOND! |
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tuesday, november 22, 2005 12:53 p.m. it's happening this is the real thing
....................................holy shit |
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look at how sweet i am. for stephanie, gustavo, adair. they're sick of their music. like how i talk about it. like the harmonicas. 1. hey! little child - alex chilton
2. colorful revolution - the redwalls
3. savoy truffle - the beatles
4. white light/white heat - the VU
5. from a buick six - bob dylan
6. song against sex - neutral milk hotel
7. fluke - mates of state
8. nourishment nation - rogue wave
9. miss ferguson - cory branan
10. matador - the starlight mints
11. mambo sun - t.rex
12. saint simon - the shins
13. gigantic - the pixies
14. when you sleep - my bloody valentine
15. chain link fence - lucero
16. changes - david bowie
17. sing for me - fiery furnaces
18. night and day - the good life
19. evil - interpol
20. so real - jeff buckley
21. anecdote - ambulance ltd "'cause i'm not from here, and i'm afriad that i might never see you again.." it's perfect, but also
frustrating.
i mean tragic
not pretty enough |
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i can't wait a whole week i need it now look at what i found on some random guy's myspace
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahahahahahhahahahaha
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aimless sailor - snowglobe | |
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oh, mama, can this really be the end? to be stuck inside of mobile with the memphis blues again tired. don't want to study. have to study. fingers hurt. got free cigarettes. PUPIL! PUPIL IS THE RIGHT ANSWER!!!!
anyway
sex is sex and sex, sex is sex and.
i wish it would thunderstorm so that i can stay inside and drink stuff and read proust.
i like yer pants dawn. shut up. dear sir your band is not very good. oh fuck i don't even care anymore, i have
snowglobe ohhhhhhh holy god.. i forgot how incredible this band is p.s. i think i've got it bad, but i can't help it |
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i got a new boyfriend and his name is harmonica so many stupid double entendre jokes came to mind just then. SPARED!!!!! come here and i will play you a bob dylan song lightheaded
i think i am going to transfer to memphis so that i can get a small house and start a band and
play the harmonica and the guitar on the porch and drink cheap beer
and smoke a lot of cigarettes and wear my mother's cowboy boots from when she was dancing in the seventies and listen to
a lot of brad postlewaith i'm sick of writing and i want to use this window to shop for guitars bye |
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edit: in, out. in, out. i'm sick of partying. i'm sick of it here. i want to go home and eat real food and take mini road trips and smoke a lot of hand-rolled cigarettes and drink a lot of pbr and listen to good music. real livejournal update, suck it up. rethinking mallet. LOOK, BOY. YER IN FOR IT. YOU REALLY ARE. but your fault. haaa-ha! but despite the assholes of the world, i am a little bit safe and i'm happy for being that and for seeing different letters and being able to.. quit while i'm ahead. anyway, what a horrible, horrible night. but uh, the band was ok. (but for being so fancy i'd have thought you'd at least beat the good ole boy..... guess not)
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savoy truffle - the beatles | |
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uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh woke up after a dream dream that the boy who had forty licks on the network and lee were extracting liquor in my room from mixed drinks. woke up almost assured they were sitting on the floor laughing at me as i fell asleep and things went to sleep three hours ago wish i could
sleep now. took half a dose of nyquil to halfway knock me out until
parents come boy....................? ah, i love you. be my husband. i'll be your wife. |
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my roommate is gone for the weekend but she left the feta out so i don't care rachel is gone for the weekend and she is going to memphis so i care a lot but parents coming tomorrow and maybe they will take me to eat good food and buy me sweaters and we can talk about how i shouldn't like this person but i do anyway thelonious monk
t.rex
the beatles' white album last night, i was called a "foul temptress." my life is complete oh, 'cause I never felt the desire 'til their music set me on fire
and then I was saved, yeahhh!!! |
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ohhhhhh i ate so many donuts that now i am sick so maybe i am missing camp bowie this weekend but we will instead be playing bowie songs ourselves on acoustic guitars on porches in the part of town where cory branan walks around ( long-winded livejournal post )all the girlies like me all the girlies like me but i don't like them i got me my man all the sugar is pricking my skin, i haven't written any textbooks
owwwwwwwww ohhhhhhhhhh eeeeeeeeeeeeeep my belly aches
you just wait, one day you'll look at me and say, 'i want you' (she's so heavy) and i'll say
'you like me too much' all boys are dumb except for one |
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i'm skipping the aberrant bacchanalia this coming weekend to go back home. sorry but there'll be other chances to see me dressed like a slutty alice or slutty alex!................... or slutty nurse! or slutty nun!.. DROOG
Current Music: |
i'm happy just to dance with you - beatles | |
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what's up, i mean really? got in at 6 a.m. this morning and now, nothing i can't stop thinking about him, i mean, it and i don't know how to feel about it and i apologize for making the stupid quintessential fussy livejournal post. i'm irritated and i want to go home and see my friends and other people and eat good food and have five minutes to myself and if i'm lucky six. it feels like home, and i miss that. i know that it will be there forever, maybe not now, but it will be there and that scares me but also makes me want to open the window and scream it out to everyone or something equally cheesy. oooooooooooohhhh what a fatty, i miss everything about it.
PUT
IT
IN
A
CUP
PUT IT IN A CUP
shut up i love this place, but it costs a lot of money...
i am going to grad school, so it would certainly be smarter to just go to memphis.. |
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( who knows how long i've loved you )two bunnies in a sack. it's little skinny boys always because of the "cow"-- (understand) i'm selling my guitar and buying a big fat epiphone since i cannot afford a gibson  eatable bedtime |
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the moon versus us ever sleeping together again: i'm still thinking about it, i wonder if ladybugs ever miss their parents. i'm going through them quickly now, more quickly than before. this is four years of all girls prep school jonesing. i ate fat soup and felt like melissa and now i want to throw up because i really hate the way vegan food tastes. sort of reminds me of brent.
sort of reminds me of
sort of 
oooohhhhohohhihohhh i am nervous
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dylan / dakota
we've got a lot of hits.
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