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Friday, June 1st, 2007
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12:22 am
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i often just want to beat the shit out of people
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| Saturday, May 26th, 2007
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10:35 am
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last night sean and i went to a thing under the bloomfield bridge because cemllyn called me saying i should really check it out because i would like it, and we were done watching friday the thirteenth part two and eating angel food cake, cool whip and strawberries. we drove down to ther end of ella and walked down some stairs that we strangely did not take more than 10 minutes to find, down a path to the bridge, and
EVERYONE WAS THERE.
when the hell did this start happening? we both thought.
then we thought "we need some beer."
climbed back up all the stairs, drove to the O (haphazardly), where they only allow you to take 3 40s with you at one time. sean texted me to say "is evil eye okay?"
YES
he had to make two trips and because we wanted to get back down there he told me to get in the motherfucking drivers seat and pick him up.
weeee!!!! my second night driving a car that belongs to none of us while technically probably not legally sober enough to do so!!! i did good though.
back to seans, parked the car, took his friends car, driving down liberty looking for a street called "sassafras" while she's playing "bad."
sean: "when you woke up this morning did you think you would be driving around shouting "SASSAFRAS!" and listening to michael jackson?"
me: "WITH THREE FOURTIES IN OUR LAPS NO LESS!!"
i just remembered there's ten bucks in my pocket from people paying me for their 40s. weeeeeee
so me and sean got drunk, and when the cops showed up to glower at everyone and try and make them leave, we sat on the barriers on the side of sassafras and drank our 40s, talking to the people that we knew walking by.
peeing in public is hard when youre a girl.
i dont even remember if we went down to the gay bar or not to check if that bartender was working. we came back to my place and ATE. i have no recollection of sean leaving which makes me sad. did i say goodbye? i hope so! i love you sean!
oh 40s. like sean said, it's the perfect amount of beer.
40s: enough to fuck you up, not enough to kill you.
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| Monday, May 21st, 2007
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2:15 pm
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everybody come to my house for a beach/birthday party on saturday! its gonna be GOOD
BRING YER FRIENDS
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| Friday, May 18th, 2007
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9:20 am
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i'm having a party that i didnt really plan on sat the 26th. beach themed. yeeeeahh
im doing something im not supposed to be doing while thinking about doing other things im not supposed to be doing, and my job is great. god, i love my job.
now i just gotta start painting and my life will be complete
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| Tuesday, May 15th, 2007
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11:18 am
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so, i need to find two new roomates because both of mine are moving out. ive got a large bedroom and a really large attic room...does anybody know if any of their girlfriends need a place to live?
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| Sunday, May 13th, 2007
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2:08 pm
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i j ust made another dress, and now i think im gonna take a shower to wash out the drunkeness, and then make another one before going to moms, and then to a party tonight
weeeeee
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10:50 am
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MY BROTHER IS MOVING OUT!!! MY BROTHER IS MOVING OUT!!! MY BROTHER IS MOVING OUT!!!!!!!!!!
current mood: GLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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9:14 am
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i write the vbest emails when im drunk
i think ive gotten drunk for four days striaght in a row, today is not going to break the chain, tomorrow is probably also not going to, and ill be manically suprised if tuesday does
thank god i work out
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| Monday, May 7th, 2007
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6:12 pm
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center avenue has too many godamn motherfucking potholes! i biked to the market district and hit a SEA of them, felt like i broke both my wrists and got a flat tire.
now i have huge egg shaped welts on my left shin/calf from pushing my bike home with groceries on the handlebars and continuously slamming into my pedals
ouch
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| Friday, May 4th, 2007
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10:40 pm - heeeey
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i got five A's and an A-
that was unexpected
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| Sunday, April 29th, 2007
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6:45 pm - OHYEAH
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and the walls of liquor/booze/wine in every grocery store i go into are TAUNTING MEEEEEEEE
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6:22 pm - im in new york
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so far its been less than fabulous. i woke up way too early. got to the airport and they stole my motherfucking shampoo, conditioner, moisturizer, and facewash. that's bedhead, burts bees, and st ives. thanks for stealing like $50 from me you fuckers. i almost reacted violently to the woman who was taking these things away from me but managed not to.
anyways i walked around for literally 8 hours today. im staying in a hostel in chelsea, which is on 30th street. first thing i did was walk to the venue that i'm seeing modest mouse in tomorrow night. that took three hours, because the venue was on 175th street.
the trip went like this: i walked through times square, which i am convinced is a empire build upon a foundation of shoes, handbags, cookies, cheap/stupid T shirts and lightbulbs. Oh yeah and dirt+litter, a lot of it. it's a conglomeration of crap, times square.
then i walked through central park. central park is vaguely reminiscent of the pittsburgh zoo, only all the animals have been replaced by pretzel and hotdog stands. it has the same winding pathways, strangely fake looking rock formations jutting out of the ground at weird angles, and all the greenery is fenced off. there are also far too many mothers and small children. the place is too happy.
after that i walked through harlem. i could tell when it started because it was dirtier and much more dilapidated than the central park area. it was in harlem that i decided i was really hungry and wasnt going to settle for anything that wasnt pizza. expecting to walk into a pizzeria at every corner, ...i didn't. there isnt one pizzeria in harlem. not one. okay, there is one, at the very end of harlem, but by that point i was almost at my destination and decided that once i got to the top of manhattan i was going to subway all the way down to the bottom to little italy, where i was sure to find some delicious pizza. i was really dehydrated though after not being able to find a single place in harlem that accepted credit cards (go figure)(i had cash but wanted to save it for the show tomorrow), i finally found one of these stores that new york has, that is like an eckard, and really makes me happy because its called "duane reade." is it "dwayne reed" or "dwahn-ay ray-ah-day?" i prefer to assume the latter.
oh yeah, new york has a LOT of latinos.
so i found the venue and it turns out its a church. in fact at first i thought i must have the address wrong because instead of the united palace venue, at the corner of 175th and broadway was "the united church," complete with plastic letters describing happy actions one should take.
the "united palace" signs were around the corner in the back. i had a little chat with a stage hand who kept trying to convince me it was just a church.
so i subwayed down to little italy after that. i passed through soho on the way and was struck by how awful it was. it was shopping shopping shopping. and you know i thought maybe some of it would be cool undergroundy small business high quality botique stuff, but not really. most of everything there was trying to look hip but was really just a rip off of all the stuff in the store next to it. or, it WAS all the stuff in the store next to it, beacuse it was the same store/company/stuff/owner. everything is the same over here. every block i would run across exactly the same pretzel/hotdog vendor, the same earring vendor, the same headbands and bracelets and ties and gilato. and it was all exactly the same pricew so don't bother bargain hunting.
soho was full of tourists and everyone in new york walked at point five miles an hour and i wanted to smash them all out of my way, because when im wandering, im wandering in a manner that will get me where the hell i'm going.
little italy and chinatown have merged into one another. its kind of disconcerting. i searchesd for the pizza i was so desperately craving (i havent had pizza in a really long time) and found a grocer/cafe place that was totally italian and had italian imports and really delicious looking italian baked goods outside so i figured, hey, they must have delicious pizza.
it was sitting under a heat lamp, in cheese and pepperoni only, looking exactly like the pizza from the place in harlem, which looked exactly like something you could get at the pitt 7/11.
so i looked somewhere else. it was all like that. i gave up and got a slice and it was $4. gilato was 3.50 so fuck it. i had a dollar leftin my pocket.
i took greenwich village on the walk back and that was a lot better. not that great, mostly gay places (literally), vintage places with clothes that really were vintage and not the cool stuff we dream about finding, drug stores, restaurants and cute but outlandishly expensive furniture places. i think in my entire search to find some art/galleries, i saw a total of one (not including the MoMA), which i didnt go in because it looked liek the kind of place that would look down their nose at me and fuck it, their art probably sucked anyways.
....but dont think im having a terrible time. im immensely enjoying the fact that pittsburgh could be struck by a nuclear bomb and i would still prefer it to new york. and i mean, lame touristy stuff is fun for a little while. everyone needs to go to places liek bourbon street....you just don't want to stay there for too long.
i will never move to new york.
i love pittsburgh.
modest mouse tomorrow, woo!
(my net time is running out, ta-ta)
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| Saturday, April 28th, 2007
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11:48 am - so i made this dress...
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| Wednesday, April 18th, 2007
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10:47 pm
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guys lets gallery crawl on friday, come on!
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| Tuesday, April 17th, 2007
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8:46 am
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I GOT MODEST MOUSE TICKETS FOR NEW YORK
OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD
its the day after the comic convention so it looks like ill be flying out the day of the concert
oh god oh god
this is gonna cost me so much money
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| Sunday, April 15th, 2007
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1:23 am - im terribly ill
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You
Can
Only
Type
One
Word
1. Where is your cell phone? - jacket
2. Describe your boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/lover? - dunno
3. Your hair? - beautiful
4. Your mother? - psychotic
5. Your father? - tightass
6. Your favorite item? - me
7. Your dream last night? - crushin
8. Your favorite drink? - tequila
9. Your dream car? - bike
10. The room you are in? - mine
11. Your ex? - forgotten
12. Your fear? - unhappiness
13. What do you want to be in 10 years? - artist
14. Who did you hang out with last night? - potter
15. What you're not? - skinny
19. The last thing you did? - dance
20. What are you wearing? - shirt
21. Your favorite book? - neverending
22. The last thing you ate? - wine
24. Your mood? - sick
25. Your friends? - sporadic
26. What are you thinking about right now? - tummy
27. Your car? - nonexistent
28. What are you doing at the moment? - sitting
29. Your summer? - relaxed
30. Your relationship status? - single
31. What is on your tv? - towels
32. When is the last time you laughed? - today
33. Last time you cried? - dunno
34. School? - accomplished
35. Pasttime? - paint
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| Friday, April 13th, 2007
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9:13 am
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so last night i tried really hard to get drunk. i mixed as much stuff as i could....wine, tequila, jagerbombs, beer, rum...and i couldn't do it! i could not get drunk!
i think for my 20th birthday i have become immune to alcohol
i also snuck into the graveyard with jim ken and sean. it would have been a lot funner if it wasn't balls cold
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| Thursday, April 12th, 2007
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8:17 am
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god, that was depressing
mom came over unannounced with a basket of gifts. an array of typical momisms. she likes for things like these to be excruciatingly awkward by trying to put some 'love' into our birthdays. shes an alienating psycho who switches between getting into screaming fights with us, and trying overwhelmingly to be close to people who were never brought up with any type of loving relationship with her. its really awkward. and depressing.
anyways.
it was a typical mom basket of gifts that seem like she bought them with someone totally different in mind. a psychadelic mushroom shaped candle (i get candles every year.), some sort of romance/existentialist book in german (this is mom's genre. apparently mom has no idea that since i was like 6 i've read sci fi and fantasy voraciously), a beginners set to tarot, one of the stupid basly made boxes you pick up at barnes and noble when you have nothing better to get someone - this is also on parallel to the "cookie cutter set" and cookie book she got me for christmas ("mom you know i dont really do tarot." "i thought you used to?" "um..maybe when i was like 12." "well y ou can give them to someone." "i already GAVE my tarot cards to someone a long time ago."). some more candles. i dont know. some apples.
this is what it must feel like when you're trying to gracefully accept a gift from a great aunt that you have never spoken to but insists on sending you the same tired oversized garishly purple itchy sweaters, or something.
i kind of want to move far far away from here.
the day can only get better.
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8:06 am
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im spending my birthday at the rock room tonight so thats where i'll be if you wanna see me
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| Monday, April 9th, 2007
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7:27 pm - i just chewed off my last fingernail
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this moment brought to you by various final papers.
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