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Thursday, November 27th, 2003
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can everyone just leave the house so i can watch wet hot american summer and other movies in peace and quiet?
god, this thanksgiving sucks. i can't stand my family. i can't wait to get back to gainesville. man, that's sad. and the weather is still not cold enough here in naples.
laura, i do hope you survived your lunch with the 'steps'. have a great time at both your birthday parties!
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Monday, November 24th, 2003
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| Time: | 2:14 am. |
| Music: | steve mcqueen _ sheryl crow. |
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found nail clippers.
have now lost ability to focus and concentrate on schoolwork.
[insert exasperated sigh]
( I WANNA classic ROCK! )
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Saturday, November 22nd, 2003
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pirates of the caribbean: the curse of the black pearl is gonna be out on dvd on december 2nd!
once again...
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as a departure from the horribly wonderful fathers and sons, a brief excerpt from century of the wind by eduardo galeano, the most beautifully written 'history' book i've come across. i chose this bit 'cause my mommy is from bluefields.
1984: Bluefields
Flying
Deep root, lofty trunk, dense foliage: from the center of the world rises a thornless tree, one of those trees that know how to give themselves to the birds. Around the tree whirl dancing couples, navel to navel, undulating to a music that wakens stones and sets fire to ice. As they dance, they dress and undress the tree with streaming ribbons of every color. On this tormented, continuously invaded, continuously bombarded coast of Nicaragua, the Maypole fiesta is celebrated as usual.
The tree of life knows that, whatever happens, the warm music spinning around it will never stop. However much death may come, however much blood may flow, the music will dance men and women as long as the air breathes them and the land plows and loves them.
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Wednesday, November 19th, 2003
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| Time: | 6:14 pm. |
| Music: | april fools _ rufus wainwright. |
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i want to live inside a rufus wainwright song [or maybe bjork].
and then die inside 'blackbird.'
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( 27th letter )
i have a wing zone craving you would not believe. and i've lost my nail clippers...they were on my desk the other day, and i put them somewhere and totally can't find them now. piffle.
and i want to go horseback riding, even though i've never been.
actually, i want to be nancy drew. yeah.
my mind works in the extremes: either there's nothing going on, or it's complete chaos. when there's too many fragments of thoughts whizzing through my head, i get confused because they get all tangled up and make no sense, like my synapses are playing a game of 'telephone'. hence the term 'scatterbrained', i suppose. which is what i am. oh well.
[fanfic still not updated. getting quite antsy. considering sending threatening e-mails to author.]
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Sunday, November 16th, 2003
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one of my favorite harry potter fanfics has not been updated since october 19.
if this keeps up much longer, i shall start ripping my hair out in chunks.
frustration over these sorts of matters is unbearable.
dammit, i need resolution! and more snape!
oh, if only i had my anita blake books ...
[laura, i apologise for stealing your thunder.]
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Saturday, November 15th, 2003
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( this is for right now. )
also realised that if i don't get a website domain, 'figment' will go poof after i graduate.
...and dammit, i've picked up some of alex's british spelling quirks.
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Friday, November 14th, 2003
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| Time: | 12:58 am. |
| Music: | tempted _ squeeze. |
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am currently studying for my anthro test the best way i know how: listening to my 80's cds and fiddling around in photoshop.
(oh, don't give me that look. i've started reading the chapters.)
almost forgot about the alagarto meeting today, which is strange because i made the damn poster. hm.
NICOLE'S BACK! HOORAY!! :oD
in celebration of this wondrous occasion, i shall make a mouse: <:3(        )~~~~~~
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Tuesday, November 11th, 2003
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the fact that my post cd is somehow fucked up right on my FAVORITE DAMN SONG [which would be 'possibly maybe'] is reaaaaaally irritating. stuff like this just destroys a good mood - if you were in one in the first place.
aside from that, i'm finally starting my readings for the anthro test friday. the chapter i'm on is determining ancestry from the features of the cranial skeleton, so i keep feeling my face trying to see what characteristics i have. that's because i'm strange and these kinds of things fascinate me. i wonder how it would appear to an onlooker. does serve as a nice facial massage of sorts, though.
'24' on tonight! woo! when is my jack bauer going to start killing people?
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Monday, November 10th, 2003
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i shall lay claim to your heart.
brand you with kisses,
ensnare you in my legs,
cage your head with my hands,
make you gasp for breath until
you see.
[not sure if this is quite done yet.]
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Saturday, November 8th, 2003
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walked to alison and janet's place for a small cookout. on homecoming game day. swarms of people in orange and blue and cheap necklaces with gator heads and awful prints and designs and euch. i purposefully strode through the masses with my homemade johnny depp t-shirt, daring anyone to make eye contact with me, or offer to sell me a ticket.
anyhoo, i'm stuffed and about ready to take a nap. it was nice to see justin again. i'm just glad jimmy wasn't around to pull that butabi brothers crap on me. hated that. and i DESPERATELY need to do laundry, as i'm down to my last pair of underwear. not good. of course the bank 100 feet away isn't open on saturdays so i can get a roll of damn quarters...
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Thursday, November 6th, 2003
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nicole no está en gainesville. melissa no esta aquí también. me ha olvidó mucho de mi español que aprendó en colégio.
hm. i don't even know if that's right grammar and tenses. quite frankly, i don't care. well ... a little, but not enough to do anything about it.
i have tracked down my middle school crush [well, one of them]. and he's in a local band. so that means photos. i remember the day when he and his cousin sang 'heartbreak hotel' in social studies class in 6th grade for some assignment. and they also followed me around singing 'happy birthday' to me long after it was my birthday. i can't remember why...man, i miss middle school. kinda. and i'm such a stalker. but we scorpios make good detectives due to our inquisitive nature and stuff.
saturday laura and i are going to a cookout at alison and janet's after some art sale thing - if we get up early enough, that is. there's a community flea market thingy on sunday, too. but i have Shite To Do. i shall make a list, because it's one of the things i'm good at.
.signification video
.senior video project, whatever that may be
.essay for lit
.get music @ library for lit
.write in poetry journal for lit
.start poems for final project in lit
.do that story for lit
.do that narrative poem for lit
.copy and hang alagarto posters [FRIDAY]
.try not to go cray-cray
.clean up room - esp. floor and desk
.do laundry
.get bras with underwire that doesn't stab me
.find new pair of favorite jeans
.sell back books
.get rid of clothes i don't wear
.get roll of quarters to do laundry
.send out resumes
.PAY BILLS.
i'm sure there's more i'm forgetting. oh well.
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| Time: | 11:53 am. |
| Music: | gary feckin' glitter.. |
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laura just left to work on ceramics.
PARTY TIME!!!!
kidding! i just listen to music really loud when you're gone, laura. and eat. and lounge around in my bathrobe. yeah.
but look what i can do!:
hot damn.
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Tuesday, November 4th, 2003
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first things first:
 I tashte like Alcohol.
Heh. Heh. I taste like beer. I like beer. Buy me a beer. I'm not drunk, I can drink plenty without... What was I saying? Beer.
(If you were not Alcohol you would be Coffee.)
What Flavour Are You?
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next, went to goering's and broke down and bought the satanic verses. i've been eyeing it for at least 6 years, and today was just the day. alex, i think i shall pass it along to you when i'm done.
A young woman was squatting on the lawn, holding out her left palm. Butterflies were settling on this surface while, with her right hand, she picked them up and put them in her mouth. Slowly, methodically, she breakfasted on the acquiescent wings.
Her lips, cheeks, chin were heavily stained by the many different colours that had rubbed off the dying butterflies.
( just a tad bit more. )
in the new issue of flaunt, which i also bought at goering's, they had a little tidbit on edward gorey and joel-peter witkin. and the cover was really nifty. so i had to buy it as well. i was THISCLOSE to getting the interview with hayden christensen on the cover, but the photo spread inside wasn't up to my standards, really. i'm sure somebody has them scanned and up on their site anyhoo.
'24' is on tonight! woo!
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Sunday, November 2nd, 2003
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go figure.
brand spankin'-new desktop:
saw love actually last night with laura and some girls i didn't know. it made me laugh, it made me cry, it made me hope. it also made me say 'awwwww' along with all the other women in the theater a good number of times.
anthropology test moved to nov. 14, thank goodness. i'm cooking kim dinner as payment for borrowing her notes. i haven't been in the mood to write anything creative for lit class, and i'm just as uninspired for video. piffle.
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Saturday, November 1st, 2003
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thanks to the giant palmetto bug that scared the hell out of me in the bathroom last night, i'm afraid to take a shower. but at least it's dead.
i got 2 vargas pin-up postcards and one of marilyn monroe at hot topic. they had a vargas shower curtain, and somehow i resisted. i also talked myself out of buying the white stripes' 'elephant' on vinyl...and green day's '39 smooth' and other various 45's. they had portishead, the hives, a dj shadow and some other good ones, but i don't even have a record player. not like that's stopped me in the past.
nervousness and panic about impending graduation has my stomach twisted in knots. i'm sure i'll start getting that glassy-eyed look of terror any day now. the words "senior project" will cause me to break out in hysterical laughter. oh, wait - they already do. i can think of only one possible thing to provide temporary relief.
THANKSGIVING DINNER.
mmm-hmm.
[18 more days...]
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Thursday, October 30th, 2003
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i'm having waaaaaay too much fun in photoshop.
and with my newly returned camcorder.
i've noticed my hands aren't very feminine at all. but i'm okay with that.
all things being equal ... dammit, what's that other thing she used to say all the damn time? help, nicole!
okay, time to get some sleep. i have a project to start, and stuff.
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Wednesday, October 29th, 2003
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| Time: | 6:53 pm. |
| Music: | I Cover The Waterfront _ Billie Holiday. |
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i hate feeling like this.
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Tuesday, October 28th, 2003
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i was a cute baby. what the hell happened?
aw, but look at my little button nose and pudgy cheeks! and i don't see the mark i have on my lip now ... not sure when that appeared.
edna had darker hair and more intense eyes than i did. i think her coloring was a bit darker as well. but i was cuter, for sure. at least then.
everything was so much simpler back then. responsibility sucks. sigh.
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nerdy.
frustrated.