| Underachiever |
[Jun. 28th, 2008|01:08 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | ok | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Slow Show - The National | ] |
It seems like I'm currently drifting, but I'm not sure that's it at all. I believe this is a case of indecision... I'll spend twenty minutes vaguely researching a continuation of my education, but I'll spend hours frantically searching to find out if a song is genuine (it was). I'm aware that I'm brilliant, creative, charming, and confidant... it's all a recipie for success. I'm just eagerly waiting for my chance to sell out and be sucessful. However, this idea of selling out is a certain degree of repulsive. I don't want to be controlled in my direction of thought. My little inch of freedom lies not with my integrity, but more in my imagination and my delight of the mundane. There are so many things that everyone overlooks all the time that are poignant/hilarious/inspiring. I've begun to wonder if the lack of ambition I suffer is something that is coupled with my brilliance as a safety measure. I bet that, when provoked, someone with my nature can come up with something revolutionary - this is a danger to current system by which the world works, so it is convenient that it is naturally paired with an unenthusiastic drive.
I'm also a bit pretentious... |
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[May. 28th, 2007|02:52 am] |
How can I have 98 contacts in my phone, and still feel like I have no one to talk to? |
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| A quote I found |
[Mar. 17th, 2006|12:34 am] |
“there are 3 people in each person. The person we see ourselves as, the person others see us as, and the person there really is.”
- ????
I feel that I must find these people. How we can all exist as me, I don't know. |
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| Fright festival |
[Oct. 4th, 2005|12:05 am] |
I went to the fright festival last night at STATION SCARE. It was kinda lame, and there were about 17 people there. I'm not as easily scared as I once was, especially since the loudspeaker announced several times that the actors wouldn't touch you. When we went through the zombie house, this one zombie stared me down, so I toughened up and stared right back. Then, two or three more zombies surrounded me. I looked from zombie to zombie to zombie, all of us having some kind of weird staring contest. Then we all giggled. NOTHING is more adorable than a giggling zombie.
Also awesome--> another zombie and I were jumping side to side, as I tried to pass her and she tried to block me. Then, she busted into the electric slide. RIGHTEOUS. |
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| .. |
[Apr. 29th, 2005|09:57 pm] |
Your Dominant Intelligence is Spatial Intelligence |
You've got a good sense of space and how the world around you looks.
You can close your eyes and "see" images. You have innate artistic talent.
An eye for color and shapes, you're also a natural designer.
Since you think in pictures, visual aids and demonstartions help you learn best.
You would make a good navigator, sculptor, visual artist, inventor, architect, interior designer, or engineer.
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| it was sweet of todd to say this, even if he was drunk |
[Feb. 23rd, 2005|01:53 am] |
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| |  depressed | ] |
xtatmobile: unless drunk factor makes longer
xtatmobile: DRUNK FACTOR
xtatmobile: KELLY YOU ARE COOL YOU KNOW THIS
Keli429: usually
xtatmobile: PRETTY MUCH ALWAYS
xtatmobile: whereas everyone else is awesome like PRETTY MUCH NEVER
xtatmobile: most cannot scrape awesome out of their ASS
xtatmobile: or something
xtatmobile: similar
xtatmobile: and vulgar
xtatmobile: : D
Keli429: hhahaa |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 9th, 2005|06:47 pm] |
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In the afterword, Nabokov wrote that "the initial shiver of inspiration" for Lolita "was somehow prompted by a newspaper story about an ape in the Jardin des Plantes who, after months of coaxing by a scientist, produced the first drawing ever charcoaled by an animal: this sketch showed the bars of the poor creature's cage." Neither the article or the drawing has been discovered. |
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| I found this quote, and I like it |
[Dec. 5th, 2004|09:42 pm] |
"A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself. What a man can be, he must be."
Abraham Maslow |
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| Old books |
[Nov. 17th, 2004|12:03 am] |
| [ | music |
| | "Dashboard Confessional - This Ruined Puzzle" | ] |
I was reading a book and saw that it was published in 1987. That's a really old book, but it doesn't feel old other than the dated graphics. If this book were human, it would be driving by now. Ha ha. I like to imagine books driving cars. Getting themselves all dog-eared because they're stressed about all the traffic. Heh. |
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| Religious nuts |
[Nov. 17th, 2004|12:01 am] |
| [ | music |
| | "Dashboard Confessional - This Ruined Puzzle" | ] |
Last night at work, I had a fanatically religious table. He asked me if I believed in God, and I truthfully said yes. I just neglected to mention that I didn't go to church or read the bible. When he believed we were religious equals, he said "Some people can love Jesus on their mouth but not in their heart." I said "What about those that love him with their heart and not their mouths?" I don't think he got it, because he totally agreed. |
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| Chains guy |
[Nov. 16th, 2004|11:57 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | "Who Will Save Your Soul" by Jewel | ] |
Today I saw a guy who was wearing tons of chains and zippers. He jingled and clinked and clanked when he walked. He made me think of the ghost of Ebenezer Scrooge's accomplice, who's name I can't remember. I wonder if he was spendthrift or not. |
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| My feet |
[Nov. 16th, 2004|11:56 pm] |
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| | "The Sharp Hint Of New Tears" by Dashboard Confessions | ] |
My feet get tired of being in shoes, but almost never of socks. I think it's because I'm afraid to get my feet dirty. |
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| ripe |
[Nov. 16th, 2004|11:54 pm] |
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| | "You Can't Hurry Love" by Dixie Chicks | ] |
I saw a woman walk by with red toenails and my mind started churning. They made her feet look like there were little red berries on them. I wonder if red nail polish is a subconscious way of expressing that you're "ripe" or "ready to bear fruit?" Then, it makes sense why it is taboo for men to wear it. they are physically incapable of "bearing fruit" so they need no symbolic imagery of that. I imagine that the little girls that wear it are simply emulating their mentors and idols, or they are compensating for the fact that they are yet unable. Hmmmmm....... |
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| Good ol' Edgar |
[Nov. 16th, 2004|11:49 pm] |
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| | "Ani Defranco-Gravel" by Ani Defranco | ] |
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain...
Edgar Allen Poe is surely one of my great loves. I'm certainly glad I never met the man, because he surely had a personality incompatable with mine, and my personal dislike of him would have tampered with my adoration of his work. People say artists are never famous until after they're dead. It's probably because their personalities were too annoying or frightening to the general public, and that swayed the opinion of their living peers. After they're dead, people seem a whole lot nicer and more philanthropic, judging by obituaries and eulogies. |
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| fool your id |
[Nov. 16th, 2004|11:45 pm] |
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| | "take on me" by MxPx | ] |
Back to two points ago, the dump notebook is a really great way to indulge your id. I want I need I want I need is taken care of with the instant gratification of writing in the dump book. It may just fool the id for a bit, but if you keep constantly fooling it, it will never catch up. |
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| on fashion |
[Nov. 16th, 2004|11:43 pm] |
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| | "Gypsy Queen" by 7th House | ] |
I wonder about the forces that govern fashion. They are so very unpredictable and irrational. At what point did six inch stilettos become hot? I admit they look nice, but I've been conditioned to believe that. When, evolutionally, did we adapt to like that? Surely comfortable things would seem the most attractive to us, as we all seek comfort. |
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| whir clunk |
[Nov. 16th, 2004|11:33 pm] |
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| | "I'll Grow Old With You" by Adam Sandler | ] |
The whirr of the escalators almost feels natural to me, just as my own heartbeat. I find myself noticing that my heart beat tries to align itself with the dull whirr clunk whirr clunk of the escalator. I wonder if that is the first step to becoming a cyborg. Surely, one would have to align one's self with the mechanical nature. I wonder what percentage of people would be able to embrace it, and what percent would absolutely reject it? I wonder how much we would learn about human nature, or natural nature, by juxtaposing it next to artificial nature. I wonder how similar it would be. |
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| dancing fountains |
[Nov. 16th, 2004|11:29 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | uneasy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Boots Are Made For Walkin'" by Nancy Sinatra | ] |
The fountains at Bessemer Court are always dancing, even if no one is watching. I wonder if when no one is watching, they dance a little better. Or maybe they dance stupider. |
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| I know there's a reason |
[Nov. 5th, 2004|12:03 am] |
| [ | music |
| | "Cavanaugh Park" by Something Corporate | ] |
Last night I fell asleep with a candle burning. It burned all away, melting wax over everything and even burning little bits of paper. I consider it divine intervention that I'm still alive. I think it means that I've still got something important to do .Now, to figure out what it is. |
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| Crazy and Obese |
[Nov. 5th, 2004|12:01 am] |
| [ | music |
| | "Hurricane" by Something Corporate | ] |
As I was riding the bus today, I watched the crazy old man talk to an obese woman. Then I began to wonder which would be worse - to be crazy or to be obese.I wonder if crazy people are really happy. I guess there's no way to tell unless you are crazy. I don't know, because I'm not. Then again, I don't know what it's like to be obese, either. I have the potential to be either, so maybe I'll find out. Or maybe I'll be crazy AND obese. Woo! |
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