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Monday, September 29, 2003

Think I was sending out low voltage electricity...

Sunday, September 28, 2003

kglinert (10:05:51 PM): why do elephants paint their toenails red??
skye yes 681 (10:06:04 PM): ummm... to be pretty?
kglinert (10:06:32 PM): to hide in strawberry patches!!
kglinert (10:06:39 PM): why do elephants hide in strawberry patches??
skye yes 681 (10:06:47 PM): aww hehe i dunno why?
kglinert (10:06:59 PM): so they can jump out and stomp on people!!
skye yes 681 (10:07:30 PM): oh dear!!!
skye yes 681 (8:19:14 PM): we should recall the election!!!!
kglinert (8:19:29 PM): ahahhaah yeah!!! have a recount!!
kglinert (8:19:47 PM): i think we should have a guy run for queen next
kglinert (8:19:50 PM): like trevor
skye yes 681 (8:20:18 PM): hahahaha yeah!!
skye yes 681 (8:20:21 PM): woo!
kglinert (8:20:31 PM): hahahah it'd be sooo funny
skye yes 681 (8:20:46 PM): hehehe arnold should run
kglinert (8:21:01 PM): ahahah noo we should have that other guy, the "vote no for recall and yes for me" guy

Saturday, September 27, 2003

Red subtext.

Friday, September 26, 2003

House in Virginia, we'd love to see you emma
red velvet chairs for you to sit on emma
blue colbalt tea cups, every shape every size your favorite designs
white flawed enammel pots, and a place on the shelf for everything you've got
when are you coming to stay?
say that you'll never go away
porch swings and everything, your favorite pets they're everywhere
willow trees and a cool breeze, lemonade freshly squeezed
sun-thickened linseen oil, his studio equipped for brooding
alcohol and turpentine; somehow you find it soothing
when are you coming to stay?
say that you'll never go away††
she stands at the full length††††††††††
admiring herself in her grandmother's hat†††
she says when she gets her strength††††††††††
she's flying away and she's never coming back
I'm done, I'm done
I'm done, I'm undone†

Brendan Benson

The ghosties were out tonight.

I'm almost positive.

(Made a fool of myself...)


P.S. L'shanah tovah!

Thursday, September 25, 2003

So, who is this baby, you ask? It's funny... the people you'll meet, the way they'll define you. What is this change, you ask? Some promise you can't describe. It's all the places I'll go that I couldn't go before, what I'll do there, and who will be there with me.

(Everything good is coming my way. I just hope I don't fuck it up.)

"Humans can predict the future."
"What were you thinking?" "When will this end?"

I am now forced to draw the line between science and superstition... Is it true because I see it, I ask?

Wednesday, September 24, 2003

Sexified by Guster! Woo!

There's nothing like hugging a rock star on a Wednesday night and then going for ice cream with four lovely ladies. Nope. Nothing at all.

I'm high on life and sugar, baby. My throat is raw, my head is pounding, and I feel great!

Tuesday, September 23, 2003

"I had this gym teacher in school who talked like this: 'Yeah buddy! Yeah boy! Yeah buddy buddy buddy boy boy boy boy! Yeah, hey baby! Yeah, baby! Yeah, buddy! Yeah, buddy baby boy buddy baby boy! Yeah yeah yeah, baby baby boy! Yeah, buddy!' I liked him a lot because he gave me a D. Sure I did. When I told my Mom about it she got so excited she baked me a cake! The end."


But seriously, folks, life is good. Great, even. It's all mind over matter, ya know? It's all manipulation of conditions. Anything is possible... Sometimes you just have to wait a while...

There is so much to be excited about! I don't even know where to start. People are so cool.

None of this makes any sense. But everything does. You and me, babe, we're gonna change the world.

Maybe it's all that mocha chunk ice cream I've been eating. Maybe it's the fact that nothing can hold a candle to what we saw. Sometimes I get so mad and I could destroy something really really expensive or something, but then I remember to breathe...

During the day I remember my dreams in short flashes, or just sensations. Someone's knee under the table and the smell of carving pumpkins. Relief. The smell of chemistry is extremely refreshing, especially after lunch. Sometimes I don't realize what I'm saying until I'm said it. Sometimes I laugh a little bit too loud. Frequently my actions are misconstrued. Sometimes I wish I could know everyone in the whole world, but I guess I'll just start with the neighborhood.

I love driving. After dropping Elise off last night I got lost for a couple minutes before becoming oriented again. It was totally fun. Now if only I wasn't contributing to the demise of the planet in doing so...

Epilson...espilson...

Attraction and repulsion.

(P.S. I want your body for cuddling.)


Tuesday, September 16, 2003

A house in Virginia.
I wish you'd blow in or out once and for all. (It would seem they've never seen a storm before.)
...
Today was full of laughter. He he.

Sunday, September 14, 2003

My lucky CA. My new best friend.
(They heard my voice ringing from the gate. I would sing the earth, the trees, the icy streams.)

...Afraid someone's gonna steal your ideas and sell 'em to Hollywood, huh?...

Saturday, September 13, 2003

Today we finally felt the failure of chronic over-achieving...

Solitary adventures.
Unnecessarily long drives in the rain.
(The show-er was over, I left as quietly as I had come in.)
But I blushed when he said my name.
(He knows how it feels to be alive in the summer sun.)
And the other familiar faces who don't know won't hurt them...

My Sometimes Love,
The sun closed its eyes; I never meant to confuse the situation. I need you back, 'cause without you here no one calls me Beautiful.

It has been too long, the words don't make sense. I'm sorry everyone. I'll try harder next time...

Wednesday, September 03, 2003

one sweetworld07 (6:22:26 PM): oh, mr.chic...
one sweetworld07 (6:22:36 PM): he owns that hobby shop downtown, dosnt he?
skye yes 681 (6:23:27 PM): he said it's in waterford or something
skye yes 681 (6:23:33 PM): why, did you find it?
one sweetworld07 (6:23:54 PM): well, there's one downtown... and i thought he said it was called Two Tin Soilders
skye yes 681 (6:24:48 PM): hmmmmmmm
skye yes 681 (6:24:55 PM): hahahahaahahaha we should go there
one sweetworld07 (6:25:08 PM): it's open by appointment only! we should call and set up one though
skye yes 681 (6:25:11 PM): and poke around and break the displays and stuff
one sweetworld07 (6:25:16 PM): rotfl
one sweetworld07 (6:25:22 PM): i can see chic already
one sweetworld07 (6:25:32 PM): i bet he wont even let us in, once he sees who we are
skye yes 681 (6:25:45 PM): we should wear disguises!
skye yes 681 (6:25:54 PM): little, fat, italian men outfits
one sweetworld07 (6:26:22 PM): YES
I'm back.

Oh, baby, I'm back, but I wish I wasn't.

No, that's not true. I'm totally excited about everything and the future and the world. I'm totally excited to have all of my excitement smashed out of me by people who have never experienced the freedom of two weeks without bathing or french fries. See, the bitterness is already reaching my brain.

I still feel amazingly amazing.

It's sort of funny... I feel ancient. The skin between my toes is peeling away. Tomorrow starts senior year; tomorrow ends this chapter of my life. (But will I be back? It is hard to say. I told Luke, "If you're lucky.")

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