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( As of September 2008 )
Italics indicate a first-time viewing.
A little insight on my ratings.
'A' means I loved it, it was amazing, one of my favorites.
'B' is pretty damn good.
'C' is entertaining but probably wouldn't watch it again.
'D' is poor but had some merit.
'F' is ultimate fail, terrible, fuck anyone who likes this movie.
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[13 Jul 2009|04:16pm] |
This is a picture of me dressed like Flapjack. 'Nuff said.
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[04 Jul 2009|11:02pm] |
After several years of "YEAH" and "OKAYYY" I completely and totally and utterly miss Chappelle's Show. Come back, Dave. We miss you.
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[30 Jun 2009|06:32pm] |
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I want to invent a real-life search engine. Except, instead of punching in like, "Find: My Keys" it can only find ghosts. So you bring it into your potential new apartment and hit "Find" and it will tell you if there are any poltergeists or old lady spirits haunting the place. It will be called "Boogle."
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[28 Jun 2009|06:57pm] |
Josh and I had a friend, Liz, come through town on her way to the Rainbow Gathering which is in New Mexico this year. We both disapproved of her destination, but accepted and took her in regardless. She came in Friday night from Denver and my parents, who are totally dope, let her sleep in the basement, fed us pizza and told me that I live here, too, and I am allowed to have people over to sleep in the basement and it wasn't a big deal, and Liz should make herself comfortable and eat out food. Love them.
We didn't get much done, she was only here for like 30 hours, but we went hiking, made vegetarian pigs in a blanket, which were amazing, drank some beers, watched part of the Toxic Avenger, slept in the same room. We were going to go camping but Liz's unreliable hippy friends insisted on picking her up at 1 a.m., only to realize they were tired and changed their plans to pick her up at 9 a.m. the next morning. Thanks, dudes. Here are some hiking pictures.
Standing on a big rock. ( More. )
Also, I've been spamming this everywhere and I feel like a tool, but mah needlepoint dildo was featured on this website and it was a huge compliment to me and I feel really stoked about it, so look at it. The blog itself is really neat.
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[25 Jun 2009|09:00pm] |
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Here's my Michael Jackson memory, because I have one.
When I was 7 I was absolutely obsessed with Free Willy. I loved everything about the movie, wanted to be a whale trainer, wanted to free a captive whale, fucking everything. I was out of my mind with Free Willy. One day my mom bought me the tape of the soundtrack, and every day I would play the tape on the downstairs stereo while I did my homework after school, rewinding and repeating "Will You Be There" over and over and over. My brother got so fed up one day that he started screaming at me and my mom had to intervene.
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[23 Jun 2009|10:56pm] |
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[17 Jun 2009|08:40am] |
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It's getting to the point where I can't even conduct a morning without a To-Do list.
1. Talk to dad about paperwork.
2. Shower.
3. Dress.
4. Pack lunch.
5. Go to school.
I've been listening to a lot of music from My Neighbor Totoro, too. I want to move into a forest.
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[01 Jun 2009|10:09pm] |
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[26 May 2009|05:02pm] |
Today, the first day of the summer semester, started pretty poopy but by no fault of my own, I've managed to stop being crabby.
It was only 11 days long, but I've had a pretty good "summer," and that's all thanks to Josh, who is quite possibly the most wonderful, exciting person in the whole world. And the funnest. Except he lost fun points for not coming into the petting zoo.
( Summer 2009 )
Best Summer Evr.
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[24 May 2009|11:38pm] |
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I've always been kind of shocked/horrified that more people don't know of and read Ellen Gilchrist. She's one of the most wonderful American writers alive today and she writes so much that it's baffling more people haven't run into her work. I found one of her books on my mother's book shelf when I was 13 or so and loved it. I think it was Victory Over Japan, a collection of some of her wonderful wonderful short fiction.
Anyway, as I've said she's written a lot of things, but of all the things I've read this has to be my most favorite. An excerpt from "Nineteen Forty-One," a short story about one of Gilchrist's recurring characters, Rhoda. In this story, Rhoda is about 5 or 6 years old. The year is 1941.
"Get your jodhpurs on, honey," her father said. He was sitting on the gate. "Mr. Trumbo is bringing his little girl over here to ride."
"I can't," she said. "I'm menstruating."
"Oh, my God," he said, and climbed down off the fence, hoping to get to her before she said it again and the boys heard it. "ARIANE," he screamed toward the house. "ARRIIIIIANNNEEE, get out here and get this child. Who told you that?" he demanded, taking her by the arm. "Who told you a thing like that?" His face was as red as the sun. Rhoda's mother came running out of the house and across the yard and swooped her up. "Where does she learn those things?" he was saying. "Who told her that? Who told her such a thing?"
"Sherry Nettleship's aunt told us all about it," Rhoda said. "You can't ever go swimming and blood runs down your legs. And you can't ride horses or anything like that. I've been doing it all morning. There's blood all over the sidewalk. Go look for yourself." It was an inspiration. Actually, Rhoda had spilled red Kool-Aid while she was making fire. That was what had drawn the ants. "You can die if you aren't careful," she continued. "Anything can happen when you menstruate."
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[24 May 2009|11:02pm] |
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I hate people who paint/draw shoes and clothes just for fun, because I want to do that too because it's cute and would be a good exercise but, in my mind, it's a massive waste of paper. And I can't afford to waste paper.
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[21 May 2009|02:37pm] |
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Hey! Come over here. I want to kiss you.
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[07 Apr 2009|11:04pm] |
Okay, so after about 98 hours and a year and some months, I finally beat the Elite Four and the League Champion in Pokemon Diamond.
This is kind of a big deal, guys.
( Here's how I did it. )
The End
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[27 Mar 2009|06:21pm] |
I am currently reading Smoke and Mirrors, a short story collection by Neil Gaiman. All of his stories are great, but this one, called "One Life, Furnished in Early Moorcock", stuck out in a book full of H.P. Lovecraft references and Beowulf re-tellings. The story is about an 11 year old boy and his relationship with fiction, primarily fiction written by Sci-Fi/Fantasy writer Michael Moorcock.
Here is
( the last page )
which is the most beautiful thing I've read in a long time.
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[24 Mar 2009|10:17pm] |
Before First: Put on socks and some pants because it is cold.
First: Tidy bedroom, put laundry away.
Second: Make some snacks.
Third: Work on and complete Art Appreciation exam 3 study guide.
Fourth: Brush your breath.
Fifth: Read
Sixth: Go to bed.
Instead of third and fourth, I watched It Happened One Night and made some chai and updated my movie/book lists.
I should work on that study guide, but it's spring break. Plus, I'm in the middle of a Neil Gaiman story about a mysterious Penthouse model who never ages.
I should brush my teeth, but they don't feel dirty. And I'm already in bed.
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[19 Mar 2009|04:25pm] |
"The flowing robes, the grace, bald ... striking."
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| Team Mountain Fuck |
[09 Mar 2009|03:08pm] |
Last Monday was absolutely gorgeous so Josh and I decided to go hiking. We were on our way to Garden of the Gods but ended up stopping at Pulpit Rock Park. Pulpit Rock is a strange island of rock in the middle of town. It's surrounded by open space, some paths and is good for wandering and probably smoking weed. In fact, the whole area seems ideal for taking psychotropic drugs, worshiping Satan, human sacrifice and general teenage mischief. Also, a really tops place to commit suicide.
( Here are some photos... )
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