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12:58 am
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its like every song i hear or movie i watch is trying to tell me something.
emily canosa, where the hell are you?
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| Friday, October 14th, 2005
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12:41 am - my roomate got prissy!
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Deliberate Gentle Love Dreamer (DGLDf)
Romantic, hopeful, and composed. You are the Sonnet. Get it? Composed?
Sonnets want Love and have high ideals about it. They're conscientious people, caring & careful. You yourself have deep convictions, and you devote a lot of thought to romance and what it should be. This will frighten away most potential mates, but that's okay, because you're very choosy with your affections anyway. You'd absolutely refuse to date someone dumber than you, for instance.
Your exact opposite:
Genghis Khunt
Random Brutal Sex Master
| Lovers who share your idealized perspective, or who are at least willing to totally throw themselves into a relationship, will be very, very happy with you. And you with them. You're already selfless and compassionate, and with the right partner, there's no doubt you can be sensual, even adventurously so.
You probably have lots of female friends, and they have a special soft spot for you. Babies do, too, at the tippy-top of their baby skulls.
ALWAYS AVOID: The 5-Night Stand, The False Messiah, The Hornivore, The Last Man on Earth
CONSIDER: The Loverboy |
Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating.
My profile name: loverlady |
current music: olga, jess, meg
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| Saturday, July 16th, 2005
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| Friday, June 3rd, 2005
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3:02 am
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So... the emo farewell will come in the next few days, but i wanted to leave you all with my address at camp. In light of my being particularly emotionally vulnerable and nervous for this summer -- it be fucking rad if you could write me up at camp: Streams of consciousness, poems, pictures, sex columns, recipes, sex stories... i just want to hear from you all. I love you madly and appologize if i wasnt able to see you in the short time between my israel trip and my leaving for Agree.
The address is:
Amit Weitzer
Agree Outpost Camp
po box 624, wawa, ontario, canada
pos 1k0
puh-lease send me your addresses as comments, or if you are nervous about that...email me at aweitzer@umich.edu
So much freakin love!!!!
Amit
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| Wednesday, June 1st, 2005
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12:58 am
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| Thursday, March 31st, 2005
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10:22 pm
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Agree 2000
"...I really think i am so immature up next to everyone else here. My friend olga..was telling me about her two friends who both gave head. one of which, liz, is aaron's girlfriend back home. gues who she gave head to? okay, so, we wrestled on night and we spend nights together rubbing our hands together and cuddling aroudn teh fire. And, i am so scared at the thought that this was all a game..."
oh man.
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| Wednesday, March 16th, 2005
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1:29 am
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Just had the most politically provacative evening of my life.
4.00 lecture by the woman who won roe v wade, sara weddington
7.00 lecture by ex-member of white supremesist organizations
8.00 - 12.00 MSA meeting and voting on disinvestment in israel resolution.
The motherfucker failed.
And i am soo high and soo moved by the passion and drive of the people at this university.
I felt like i was at the UN meeting, voting on the partition for the formation of the state of israel, clinging to every "yay", counting every "nay"... kissing everyone around me.
We were infinite.
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| Wednesday, February 16th, 2005
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10:43 pm
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i think im home sick.
thats soo fucking lame.
current mood: i lost my voice
current music: Wicked - for good
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| Tuesday, August 31st, 2004
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8:39 pm
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| Sunday, August 22nd, 2004
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9:33 pm
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| Tuesday, August 10th, 2004
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9:54 pm - if you are feeling sinister
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go off and see a minister.
[This has been the best day ever.]
Two days ago, my guess was as good as the next estranged agree tripper as to how i would feel upon the arrival of the gang from wawa.
Last night, i was terribly disillusioned, left empty and confused.
Tonight, i write as i used to, high on life, exploding with love and lust for the poetry hiding within every moment. Perhaps it was my unusually busy day, perhaps it was the jam session with my cousins whilst babysitting, perhaps it was the guitar lesson that ive been waiting seven years to recieve, and perhaps, even, it was the excitement of having ate my lunch with chopsticks. Or maybe, this recent influx of heart and soul is the doing of the recent arrival of four unbelievable individuals. Without having even seen the aforementioned four, my heart knows enough to beat at a completely different cadence, my whole body feels different.
I think that i have always been conscious of the intense effect that the trippers have on my state of mind, though i have always hushed the hints of dependency. Now, high and still coasting off my runin with aaron and zack at the gym, i have no shame in admiting my dependency. All summer, i considered missing agree a weakness, a void that did nothing but cite my inadequacies.[like spelling] Now, im embracing that dependency. What legitamacy do relationships have, if their absence doesnt rip you apart? I love the four kids who rocked wawa this summer, and admit to my emotional instability upon their absence, and similarily admit to the sudden calm that struck with the first of olgas devouring hugs.
I was desperately afraid that my dependency was stronger than that of the other parties. I realize now that that is inconsequential: I love em trippers, and need them and embrace that desire as a testiment to the intensity of my experiences last summer and the magnificentness of the individuals involved.
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Oh yes, and im going hiking with joy next weekend. Fuck yeah.
current mood:  high
current music: the cardigans
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| Monday, August 9th, 2004
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7:20 pm - dont you tell me lies
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thank you for the offer joey, but it doesnt look like im going to be able to crash the cure party. I had planned on buying the tickets at the door, to avoid other nasty charges, but its been suggested to me to do otherwise, for fear of them selling out. Unfortunately, though, to buy them before, would mean to pay over 12 dollars in fees having nothing to do with the cure, bringing the total + 3 to some 45 dollars. Ive done a lot of thinking, and while i really love the cure, and would have such a rad time dancing at the show, im not familiar with any of the other bands, and, well, i suppose thats a very convincing arguement for talking myself out of doing something badass.
Im not convinces.
Further, hiking is being reschedualed to next weekend, this is your chance to really let yourself be heard: come with me, and i garentee that you will have an incredible peace of mind, content knowing that you are singlehandedly responsible for my sanity upon the commencement of the school year. Sanity, that is, in the most badass sense of the word.
Oh yes, and i hereby declare every nasty stream of my consciousness regarding agree invalid.
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| Sunday, August 8th, 2004
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12:35 am - the babysitters here.
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Today, it was brought to my attention that the Agree gang gets home on monday. This news trigged an unhealthy amount of emotion. Some of it ravaging. Some of consoling. Some of it dizzying. Some of it stabilizing. Alll of it madening. Parts of me, the parts the govern all the rest, they sting with a pain so concentrated that at times, id rather never have to face the reality of the reminicings to come. Parts of me would be appeased by affection. Parts of me feel alone and lost in the madening organization of suburbia. Unfortunately, i am forced to pull disillusioning conclusions from my lack of tangible emotional evidence to the contrary.
im looking for congruency in insanity, and thats just silly.
I hope mama lets me go hiking with boys, since the lot of my offers have been from the opposite sex. I think that the intimate quarters of my newly purchased badass twoperson tent will not serve to help any of my arguements in favor of her allowing for the aforementioned company.
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| Saturday, August 7th, 2004
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2:23 pm
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Alright. Several notices:
I really really really want to go on a three day hiking trip round north manitou island, up near the sleeping bear sand dunes. Prior plans of mine have fallen through, and so im hoping that someone would like to come with me. The trip is three nights and two days of backpacking, and a 4 hours trip to and from the island. There are two main scenarios regardling length of the adventure.
1. we leave thursday night. stay at a motel close to the island, leave on the ferry at 10 in the morning, and begin the hike... upon finishing the hike on sunday afternoon, we drive home...and get home in the evening.
2. we leave ridiculously early on friday morning, so that we can make the 10 am ferry to the north shore of lake manitou island...upon finishing the hike, we drive home....and return sunday evening as well.
[I want so badly to submerge myself in some type of backpacking trip this summer, however short. If you;ve never been before, no worries, from what ive read, the hike's are not so challenging, the longest day is about 6 hours. Id love to go, but if it happens, we need to start planning soon, and make sure that we have all of the equiptment. I have most of the necessities...but you'd probably need some sort of a pack...which im sure we could borrow from someone. So, commment or call me or email me [beatrice513@hotmail.com] and we'll see how realistic the dream is.]
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Also, id like to hit up this wednesday's cure show...any takers?
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| Monday, August 2nd, 2004
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10:40 pm - behind the green door
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"I your light i learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes i do.
and the sight becomes this art."
The more politically aware that i become, the sadder i get.
Along with avid readers of the new york times magazine world wide, i now have a new appreciation for the poetic evolution of the nominal associations of symbol of the "green door." [most nominarlly the compliment to 1972's "Deep Throat."]
My restlessness has epitomized into an orgy of depression and insanity as of late...but rest assured that this weeks camping trip will bring peace back into my soul. Im extremely eager for even a hint of what agree could have been. Im extremely lame for not having gotten over the fact that i am not, in fact, at agree.
Along the same crunchy lines, our my present aspiration to take a three day hike around the north side of manituo island near the sleeping bear sand dunes. Granted, the planes are relatively last minute, but Tara and i had had tentatice hiking plans for a while. It seems that now, the plans are rapidly becoming a could have been, and i am finding myself twofold the mess i was when i thought that the hike would be a reality.
Today, leaving lunch with mama, i saw josh from temple for the first time in twos. Seeing him reminded my of how strongly he refused my advances towards getting him active in nfty, which subsequently reminded my what a ruach-head i was. Seeing him provoked reminisince. Seeing him made me want to see him more.
Also noteworthy: Playing with water colors with jess and jer was unbelievably cathartic. One of the best moments of recent memory...only to be rivaled by my chance run in with miss ash today while driving home from my chance meeting with the aforementioned josh.
Today, while putting finishing touches on the graduation party collage mural, listening to the inspired dialogue of married with children, i felt a strange sort of peace. The kind of peace only provoked by the mumbles of al bundy, set to the music of the cure's galore album permeating through the screen door of my kitchen.
I saw brett collins today. And frankly, i couldnt have asked for a more pleasent way to have spent my evening. The man is pure charm, with a hint of sex and tea.
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| Thursday, July 29th, 2004
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11:45 pm - c'mon and love me now.
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| Saturday, June 12th, 2004
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9:48 pm - the best of
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8:58 pm - the cute ones are usually gay.
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Part of my soul drove up to wawa on friday with the mr and mrs lubavic. I trust that it will be diligent in letter writing over the summer, detailing every sunset, every midnight swim, every mosquito bite. I hope that it falls in love, preferably, not with one of the campers, thatd make for super awkward bed time duty. In the meantime, the greater part of my soul will busy itself crafting and singing. Reading and playing. almost breaking up and then partaking in tremendously passionate makeup-intimacy [see: orientation].
I was talking with tara today, post relay-for-lifeing: This summer, i want to completely cleanse my body and soul. Every day, i hear of another emotional breakdown among the locals, cued by the realizations of the reality to come in september. Rather than breakdown, i plan to feel empowered by the promise of the situation. The promise of commencement and freedom, laughter of love. Rather than cry over distances, ill be thankful for what came of proximity. Since i am presently unemployed, ill take inventory of the past 18 years, scrapbook, collage, and never look back.
[im listening to elton john]
"hold me closer tiny dancer. count the headlights on the highway."
[Ill count the headlights on the highway. Because behind every headlight, there is a love story.]
"and you can hear me when i say softly, slowly,"
Come play at relay for life with me tonight!
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| Sunday, June 6th, 2004
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1:51 pm - registering for your fall term.
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graduation in two hours.
[I cant even begin to begin.]
but know that im not wearing waterproof mascara.
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| Wednesday, June 2nd, 2004
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8:21 pm - lets get to the point, lets roll...
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im going to go look for the poem i wrote while i was at work on sunday.
i finished "violet and claire", and got to thinking that the line "you remind me of me" is how i feel about jess[y]. - except in a less rockstar-hard-core-sings-about-sexy-satans-sort-of-way.
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| Friday, May 28th, 2004
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4:29 pm - those who find yourselves ridiculous, sit down next to me.
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I now have a "writing portfolio", a cap, a gown, a NHS rope-thing, a suma-sash, a scholar athlete pin and a yearbook full of secret crushes and unesessary reminicings in my posession.
I can line my walls with graduation party invites, cover them with four years worth of artwork, drap that with four years of salvation army finds, and level my driveway with poetic ramplings of agree themes journal entries.
I am eighteen years old. I've had one cavity, one surgery, one ultrasound, one MRI, three boyfriends, four aarons, two potlucks, two agrees, hundreds of chocolate milks from the school cafeteria and millions of day dreams.
I am not sure how i feel about my resume.
But today I ran 4ish miles and now im going out.
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| Thursday, May 27th, 2004
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11:21 pm - hip hop you dont stop.
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| Sunday, May 16th, 2004
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10:52 pm - poems are rough notations for the music we are.
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| Thursday, May 13th, 2004
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10:54 pm - i am music
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Three of the most incredible people in the world sat in my cats pee tonight.
I am so blessed to be living with one of them next year. [she gave me the best birthday present ive ever recieved.]
I keep vacillating between anxiety and serenity. Tonight, our group hug stung like a cold lake post-schvitz. And im done living in the past.
[aaron was driving in a car that caught fire! Rock star!]
Last nfty even EVER in 15 hours.
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| Monday, May 10th, 2004
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9:38 pm - shel chevra.
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Last night of hebrew school: appropriately mind-numbing and counter-productive.
My faith in my temple has languished, and i have discovered that, contrary to what dear rabbi roman preached to us upon concluding our affirmation program, it is not declining birth rates that will seal the fate of the jewish people, but rather, fucking horrible monday night school cirriculums.
I have a sudden intence need to go to israel.
AP CHEM TOMORROW. neatOh.
[Im falling in love with elyse handleman. And eden, all over again.]
oh yes. resolve to create something before the end of the week.
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| Monday, May 3rd, 2004
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10:08 pm - run around
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my sister was elected to KATY board this evening! Whoop whoop.
2 tests wednesday.
1 thursday.
Boycotting chemistry quest tomorrow. Join the revolution, wont ya?
Bring it on collegeboard motherfuckers!
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| Sunday, May 2nd, 2004
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10:47 pm
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I missed my ann arbor girlies. Super sweet to have seen emmy and andy today. And andie the second is growing on me too - i find myself constantly checking out her ensembles.
well, letters to shoieneor6;3#W0rr are complete, and i am going to put stickers on the envelope within which i am sealing them. Perhaps then he will not yell as loudly, or with quite the same condescending force. Le sigh.
Tests this week. Bring it on.
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| Tuesday, April 27th, 2004
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11:23 pm
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fuck ap english. and then some.
Im really fucking tired. and i really need to take this sportsbra off. And i need to finish the history and chem review books, and take 500 practice calc tests because monday nights rendezvous did not go as well as i had thought. Then, i need to become emotionally ready to say goodbye to regional board. Following emotional security, i need to turn in nhs forms, turn in lots of work applications, conntact woman in ann arbor about teaching next year, and allow some company to put a poem i submitted to a scholarship that i didnt not win in some love anthology.
Then i need to write a senior profile thing for choir and give shoe#%WNGnnhoer my senior pic. Then i need to write a nice note explaining to him why i will not be attending state festival on tuesday.
Then i will do more calculus.
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| Wednesday, April 21st, 2004
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10:30 pm - lovers in a dangerous time
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Reminder to write about the crazy japanese-meditative-medicinal-symbol-massage that went down today when i was supposed to be working. - when i have the time.
Reminder to call JAY.
Reminder to describe my first fucking ridiculous choreography encounter within the context of all things concert choir. - Reminder that Ron announced something to the effect of "damn, girl, youve got moves!" - i have offically infiltrated the choir department. Watch the fuck out, gangstas!
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| Friday, April 16th, 2004
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11:37 pm - dont you feed me lies about your idealistic future.
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WEETZIE 55: are you completely disgusted at what i said in the car?
MaCcAbIStaR: not at all
MaCcAbIStaR: im a hard core believe in the coexistance of romance and drunken gratuitous sex.
[benutz bop]
*I was once told i was just like a butterfly in her cocoon* - ive been singing it all day, jess.
oh. oh.
my moods catching up with my stomach. and ive reached my daily alotment of pb.
[congrats bretters - on an increasingly sensual culinary experience]
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6:47 pm - put your key gaurd on.
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Thinking a lot about fate - about the ridiculousness of sara's heel getting stuck in the grail allowing us to rendezvous with the chem boys on the corner of michigan and ohio.
Thinking about desperately sprinting through the amtrack station in a long skirt, missing our train, discussing Closing Doors, and rocking out to the tune of *Jims* insane idealism. [Reminded me of jess].
Thinking about feet swollen with productivity, confused hearts, rationed coffee intake and the prospect of "marriage" becoming specifically affiliated with religious nominal bullshit.
Thinking about dancing with sara whilst the punk rockers tried to ruin our fun - rocking the house of blues with our mad salsa style.
Thinking about Tori Amos and how much i've missed her. - about everything that she's come to represent, and every catharsis that her lyrics seem to provoke.
Thinking about divinity - where i stand on the philisophical spectrum.
Thinking about the past eighteen years.
Thinking about the insanity to come - and how fucking welcome it is!
[only you]
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| Monday, April 12th, 2004
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6:16 am - long distance phone calls.
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| Saturday, April 10th, 2004
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11:54 pm - join the revolution!
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MaCcAbIStaR: geziboes {sp?}
TurtleWaxz: i <3 geziboes
MaCcAbIStaR: !!!
TurtleWaxz: the one in franlin is where i eat my cider and donuts in the fall
TurtleWaxz: franklin
TurtleWaxz: that is
TurtleWaxz: i hope you have been there, its by the church in downtown
MaCcAbIStaR: :-(. if gotten cider, but i normally just lie in the grass across the street.
TurtleWaxz: ah
MaCcAbIStaR: i didnt knw there was a gazeebo?!
MaCcAbIStaR: {i like that we are spelling it differently every time}
TurtleWaxz: haha yea
TurtleWaxz: yeaa!
TurtleWaxz: its big and white
TurtleWaxz: and no bees!
TurtleWaxz: like by the river
MaCcAbIStaR: oh darling! we must go!
TurtleWaxz: we can go gazebo hopping!
MaCcAbIStaR: that sounds like a dream
TurtleWaxz: or an extreme sport
MaCcAbIStaR: i suppose it would be judged on efficiency?
MaCcAbIStaR: what else?
TurtleWaxz: gazeboo ussage maybe
MaCcAbIStaR: oooh! solid suggestion. maybe the amount of sex you have in said gazEbow?
TurtleWaxz: or how many you can fit into an orgie
TurtleWaxz: in ones gazzebo
MaCcAbIStaR: ooh! you're certainly are on top of this suggesting gig, matt. While we're at it though, we should probably judge the kink within said orgie
TurtleWaxz: i agree, the more extreme the more points
MaCcAbIStaR: we could probably figure out some sort of mathematical equation that woudl take into account both the quality and quantity of the orgy
TurtleWaxz: like the radius of gazzebo space used sqaured rooted by the sound level.
TurtleWaxz: or somthing rediculous
MaCcAbIStaR: LOL
MaCcAbIStaR: yes
oh no...we didnt stop there...
TurtleWaxz: i cant tell you how much i disaprove with the new art teacher
TurtleWaxz: of the
MaCcAbIStaR: oh, i completely agree! you are my ceramics sanity! i need you there. you are like a muse
TurtleWaxz: you should tell her you need me there to work
MaCcAbIStaR: im thinking of starting a letter writing campaign
TurtleWaxz: yea
TurtleWaxz: or we should talk to mrs. hanson
TurtleWaxz: / groves
MaCcAbIStaR: hell, we should go straight to seabron!
TurtleWaxz: ha, i dont know him tho
TurtleWaxz: but that is a plan
TurtleWaxz: OR THE SCHOOL BOARD!
TurtleWaxz: we could show up at a meeting
MaCcAbIStaR: LOL
TurtleWaxz: and make dramatic video
TurtleWaxz: of her being mean to kids
TurtleWaxz: and like swearing.
MaCcAbIStaR: "its enough that you are cutting the budget for art supplies, but we refuse to stand for the removal of muses for the classroom"
TurtleWaxz: hahaha!
MaCcAbIStaR: haha. we could dub the whole thing really tacky like
TurtleWaxz: yea
TurtleWaxz: she will be like holding you pot
TurtleWaxz: and say
TurtleWaxz: YOU CALL THAT ART? THATS I CAN PULL BETTER SHIT OUT OF MY ASS
TurtleWaxz: and she will be like im going to throw this out, and walk away
TurtleWaxz: to put it in the kiln
MaCcAbIStaR: haha! oh, we can have er complementing the reefer table kids on the originality of their bongs
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11:14 pm - gazeeeeeebows?
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9:17 pm - love song.
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Clear skies.
Swinging from reality into the idealistic twilight beyond the swingset bar.
Into a twilight ignorrent of distance.
Collecting used copies of love manifestos -
transcipts smeared with the heat of emotion.
Sold by women who make love amidst bronte and austen.
Accelerating heartbeat[nix]s.
Threading beads of brilliance.
While mothernature vacillates to match my body.
Limbs like hearts -
heavy with anticipation
intertwined with doubt.
Air rich with spice -
high on jamaican coconut love,
memories of rasta rendezvous,
sullen sublime soundtracks.
Premature love.
Right on time.
Thunderstorms singing goodbye.
C'mon thunder.
current mood:  drained
current music: toots and the maytols
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| Tuesday, April 6th, 2004
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10:24 pm - we'll make our own fun.
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im afraid that kabbalat shabbat is cancelled, my house isnt going to be hostable on friday. but if people want to sing and dance elsewhere...
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| Monday, April 5th, 2004
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11:07 pm - such great heights.
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Dear livejournal,
Today epitomized my love affair with mr palizzi. He was at some used book fair in east lansing over the weekend, and he bought me margaret atwood book! hard-cover style! He gave it to me at the commencement of class today, and after thank yous concluded, mike berman was kind enough to announce in his best, gangsta-savy third grade voice, "Someone likes you." Mr palizzi for sure heard the announcement.
And if by some ridiculous twist of fate, mr palizzi did not hear bermans announcement, i am sure mr abel wil be kind enough to relay said information to him during their daily rendezvous behind the refrigerator in the teachers lounge.
Shaina kandel once said to me, "Amit, i was talking to someone the other day who completely agreed with me when i said that there is just something sexual about you, you ooze sex."
Mwahaha...not even palizzi can fend off the phermones.
[Come down now, but we'll stay]
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| Sunday, April 4th, 2004
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10:07 pm - You were only waiting for this moment to be free
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i was going to write all about last night, and how absolutely magical it was.
[my mother is insane!]
From a puretly political perpective, i have decided that to clean my room, and appease my mother would only be counter-productive this late in the game. Fucker. [Fuck her].
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| Thursday, April 1st, 2004
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10:40 pm - a nice job if you can get it.
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I am a completely different person than i was this morning.
I dont know what i want. But i have a feeling it dances with bell beaded anklets, seduces with fans, sings with timidity, lip synches with attitude, step dances with passion and slow dances in the cafeteria amidst a circle of fantasticlly interesting people. It probably has long blonde hair, or, maybe it has curley brown short hair? maybe both. It has a golden nose sing, and bindhi, and it might fly a kite tomorrow afternoon.
It has nothing to do with indifference.
It has everything to do with femininity.
[kabbalat shabbat has been reschedualed for next friday!] - a fab way to start of the break.
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| Wednesday, March 31st, 2004
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10:46 pm - ma hasha'a?
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badass nominal results:
Calc Chapter 8 test: 51/50 --> 102/100
Chem Chapter 15[?] test: 94/100
The Handmaid's Tale impromtu: 93/100
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I am very irritable in hebrew class.
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Jay drives me crazy. We share our souls with eachother on the commutes to and from hebrew school, and then verbally abuse eachother in the name of talmud before we say our goodbyes. I find myself disclosing ridiculously intimate stories to his uniquely objective perspective, though i havent yet decided whether i value the result. [its snowing outside.] I value the result. I think that i am so careless with my narrative intimacy around him because we dont know eachother, im shameless and excited, bitchy and eccentric, i sing really loudly when theres uncomfortable silence. There is never any uncomfortable silence. We may hang out in the near future.
Jay says the torah and all its subsequent texts serve as a survival guide for the jewish people. While i disagreed with so much of his thoughts on talmudic interpretation, hit bit on minyans moved me.
Minyin Law requires the presence of 10 men in order to formally pray[regardless of the irony of formal prayer] not in the name of exclusion, but instead to garentee that a jew lives in a community where there are other jews. If the attendance of ten jewish men is mandatory for prayer, than jews all over the world would have to take care to remain in the company of a jewish community. And so they have. I find some solace in the theme of community...lately ive been thinking that maybe thats all religion is.
I want to have a kabbalat shabbat at my house on friday evening. A potluck, music, maybe we could try out some mediative prayer so that i know what im doing when i try it out at a nfty event for elitists like little-forman. Tell me if you are interested. As of right now...its on. [whether permiting?] - i s'pose it could always go down inside. All religious affiliations welcomed...i want to learn.
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