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| 24 Окт, 2004 @ 22:13 | |||
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overemotional rubbish:
 complacentaudiophile: Bjork - "Isobel"
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| 16 Окт, 2004 @ 04:25 | |||
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overemotional rubbish:
Started to make a new website. It's typical fangirl - already has thirty some fanlistings on board and is steadily gaining. I missed the old one, and this gives me something both mindless and entertaining to do. I thought it would be good since my only sites are personal in nature and yet the only people who want to see them aren't people I know-know, just fangirls and members of communities I'm on and people who read my fic. So I've got one now, to match my fiction/fangirl blog (not this one) and my various claimaints and all the rest of the silly fun things fangirls do. apatheticaudiophile: "All Shall Fade" - Billy Boyd Today hasn't been so interesting. I met my dad in Six Lakes for lunch and then went to the casino just to see if I was lucky; won eighty dollars, spent about thirty so that worked out fine. Bought some assorted things like sugared ginger slices and the Titanic dvd. On BBC World Service people were discussing Bush and his policies, and they played snippets from his speeches or addresses, which amused me. He was insisting that the economy is great and everyone has a job and it's all just joyous here in the grand old USA, and his subtle shaking inflection and blantant dishonestly reminded me of George Orwell. In "1984" the equivalent of the government frequently publicizes how there is such an excess of goods and products, etc, and yet the average people scrape for soap and boots and razors and chocolate. The world feels like "1984" to me today, though perhaps that's just the rain. We have the two minutes hate - the hatred that is nearly tangible for the "insurgents". Our wars are the same too. We condemn Saddam, but we once gave aid to Saddam - though the government doesn't much care to mention that. We have always been at war with Eurasia... Watched last weeks episode of "Lost" - don't remember the name, but it's the episode after Tabula Rasa. The Moth, perhaps? Anyway, decided Locke is one of my favourite characters. I'm a Shannon fan, and of course, obviously a Charlie Pace fan *swoon* but added Locke, because that character is a helluva courageous man and also spooky enough to be really interesting. No spoilers, in case you didn't watch but plan to. | |||
| 14 Окт, 2004 @ 04:12 | |||
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| I started making Memegens...out of pure boredom | |||
| 13 Окт, 2004 @ 22:27 | |||
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overemotional rubbish:
October 13th! Traditional pumpkin purchasing day, though I did not buy one yet. I want to wait and see if Brad will come up, because I would rather go pumpkin getting with him. One of my happiest memories with him was an October 13th. We bought pumpkins, carved them, had a fight with the innards, played music, laughed in the autumn sunshine, just talked. Probably doesn't sound like much, but it was in some indescribable way. It doesn't feel like Halloween unless Brad is there. Of course, Miah is a good spooky seasonal accompanyment. awakeaudiophile: "Wandering Star" - Portishead Still have not heard from him. I feel bad. I hate having arguments with my friends. I wonder if I expect too much from him, or try to instill qualities which he simply does not possess. Something once made me think he was the cat's meow, and for the life of me I cannot identify those qualities in him any more. Some light has gone out of his eyes, some stillness has taken over, and no quickness or passion or depth seems to exist. Maybe it is just me and he is fine around other friends...I do not know. I'll probably end up emailing him as the concerns mount, wondering if he is okay, and then I'll just be mad because he never tries to build bridges with me, he just burns them. Ack! Good day today, really, sorry for the late night bitching session. Had French and was delighted that I actually understand fun stuff like reflexive verbs and future proche and such. Hung out with the GSA tonight. There was a program on campus called "Growing up Gay" with a variety of speakers sharing their feelings and experiences of being a gay youth in America, how they dealt with childhood, coming out stories, etc. I met a guy named Saul and we hit it off instantly - he was gay and wore all black and looked like someone out of a Manson video. Met a few other people; a really nice girl named Megan who invited me over next week to watch Fahrenheit 9/11, Brian, who was one of the speakers and Matthew who is the token straight member of the GSA. Yay, instant friends. I'm glad because this past week I've been all sad and feeling overly emo about life, and missing people back home and abroad, and now I found a bunch of people who I really like and can honestly talk too. Sort of like the IAC, but maybe better. I don't feel so on the outskirts with them like I did with the IAC. So, other happy things - bought new paints and have projects in mind, got all my new books delivered, had my latest fic uploaded on fictionalley and had a really good talk with a friend of mine named Adrian. So yay. :) | |||
| 12 Окт, 2004 @ 14:06 | |||
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 Lime Find your angst's flavor | |||
| 12 Окт, 2004 @ 13:30 | |||
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overemotional rubbish:
I think I have been watching "Lost" too much. I had a dream last night that Anna had convinced me to fly with her to Russia, and we were heading to Russia via Fiji (???) for some reason when the plane started to experience problems. There was a lot of turbulence and I was in a big panic, and then Anna was screaming at me that how can I be a valuable member of society if I don't speak German. Then the left wing broke off and we started to plummet. I was freaking out and hperventilating, and then suddenly thought of the plane crash scenes in Lost. As the tail broke off the plane and people were flying out I was thinking "Wow, neat, I'll get stuck on a desert island with Dominic Monaghan". So as the plane fell I was in good spirits, enjoying my oxygen mask. People were being ripped out the back, and I could feel myself falling way too fast but was really looking forward to impact. *LoL* Entirely too much television.  blahaudiophile: "Wash Away" by Joe Purdy No ambition today. Absolutely none. I woke up at seven this morning, went back to bed and watched Lord of the Rings : Fellowship of the Ring until around nine, then tried to fall back to sleep. Woke up at ten. Woke up at eleven. Woke up at one fifteen and finally gave in and got up. Considered chemistry, but became preoccupied with sorting all my little magnetic poetry pieces and counting the change I keep in my measuring cup ($27.43) and then discovered I had successfully downloaded animation shop and played with that for a while. I've spent the day sipping ginger ale and accomplishing nothing whatsoever. Brad wrote, just blah stuff, answered the questions I like to pose to people. What is your happiest memory of the past year? What would you ask for if you could have one wish (no wishing for more wishes!)? Things like that. Focus on the Family sent me a huge box of free books, pretty good ones - Lee Strobel's Case for Christ which I already own, Anderson's "Moral Dilemna's", "The Bible Encounters" by Thomas Youngblood and Jay Carty's "Playing with Fire". Do nice people really go to Hell? (I presume the answer is yes, according to the flaming cover). Emailed Josh and Michael, talked to Nancy and Royal for a little while, retreated to my warm domicile. I think I shall venture out in a while, to procure fried fish. By the way...does anyone know how to get a copy of Joe Purdy's "Wash Away"? I am entirely sick of rewinding my vcr tape over and over so I can listen to it. | |||
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