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[20 Nov 2003|12:45am]
so my great grandmom went crazy and smashed everything in her house. she's either pushing 90 or is 90 something...i've lost track. but anyway, she took a chair and smashed all the windows in the house. then she tipped over the fridge and emptied everything out of it. she then moved on the the various other breakables and destroyed those as well. then she went outside and scattered her trash all over the lawn.

i think that's awesome. it may just be because i know her and i can just picture how everything must have played out in that little two room house. she's been pretty sedentary for the past 11 years (since my great grandad died.) i can just image the freedom she must have felt. 11 years worth of frustration and anger. this tiny, frail old woman took a chair and smashed her windows! she just doesn't give a fuck about anything. she doesn't feel like she has to please anyone anymore. that's why she was so depressed since great grandad died. he was the last people left for her to care for, and she just didn't know what to do with herself after he was gone. self preservation never seemed to cross her mind. some of her offspring took advantage of her because of this. she's had so much money stolen from her by her own family, it's disgusting. this was her last defiant act (i say last because our family will not allow anything like this to happen again.) she's now staying with my great aunt and is finally getting the care and attention she needs.
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[16 Nov 2003|10:49pm]
life is good right now.
so very good.

i am giddy in a way i havn't been for a very long time.
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[02 Nov 2003|09:45pm]
AUUUGGGGG all i want in all the world is to fucking print my homework. why are there only 2 colored printers working in the whole school!!!!!
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[03 Oct 2003|11:22am]
ok guys..i'm really tired.
went to go see jason webley yesterday. wow. he's an insane accordian player who sings like tom waits. it's kind of amazing what he got the audience to do: dance around with shirt over head yelling "knomie knomie knomie", tickle the armpits of the people around you, spin around in circles till you can barely stand..and then arms on shoulders semicircle style singing the "drinking song." he definity owns the crowd he plays to. there were also a few puppet shows. oh and elias got tazed. in his kilt. heh.
probably the most fun i've ever had at a show.
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[25 Sep 2003|05:22pm]
hmm yes. life is good right now (relativley speaking)
it's crazy how much my hand skills have improved since the beginning of the year. my type techer asked me today if i had done my HC on the computer...nope. all by hand baby. she was amazed by my craftmanship. as was i. it's astounding what you can do when you really push yourself.
my logos are comming along nicely. had a really good crit yesterday.
i used to hate my rapidograph pen. now i's become one of my best friends. (we spend many intimate hours together)
the hard work is paying off...although i'm pretty exhausted.

oh man. folsom street fair on sunday. so excited.
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[18 Sep 2003|06:26pm]
all i want right now is some good conversation, some sex, and a lot of sleep. in that order.

i've been in the wierdest moods lately. honestly, i think i just need to get laid.

i apologize for the vulgarity...
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i don't wanna draw anymore letters [10 Sep 2003|10:24pm]
procrastinating..i have to draw an H and a C for crit tomarrow. trust me kids, it's harder then it sounds.
made a dread brush today
typing on mansi's giant powerbook with pirated internet....sweet.
mansi smells like peanut butter and catfish
"i don't smell like catfish...peanut butter maybe."
anyway. jesus christ. i have 20 dollars left in all the world and still so much more to buy for school.
i need a job..i need a lot of things.
more then likely got into the typ class i need to get into..but i'm way the fuck behind. fantastic.
we have interesting neighbors..to our right, a biker nazi with third reich (sp?) tatoos and swasticas on doors. he gets into insane fights with his cracked out girlfriend. beneath us, a household full of gay men. lots and lots of them. or maybe it just seems like it. i always see lots of people inside that place. to our left, a man and a lady who have been having a garage sale since we moved in 2 and a half weeks ago. the wife likes to BLARE whitney houston and sing along loudly and horribley. i can hear her from inside my room. for now, it's amusing.
still sick..but getting better i think.

mansi says she smells dog and chicken and someone scratching their balls...i dunno either

i apologize to anyone who read this for wasting your time.
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[08 Sep 2003|11:49am]
gd has begun. i feel like i'm in 1st grade again...except this time i have to buy much more expensive supplies.
i think i have a lung infection...
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[15 Aug 2003|02:48pm]
my dad has been stuck in new york since yesterday. it was kind of scary at first. he calls and tells me to turn on cnn...immediatly i thought the worst.
i hope he makes it back before i leave tomarrow.

got a text message from mansi on the way home last night:

sf or bust.
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[11 Aug 2003|12:43am]

wanna look
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[10 Aug 2003|03:07pm]
this insomnia business needs to end

my dad killed a basketball-sized hornets nest. we cut it open, and i took pictures. it really was an amazing structure. all the adult hornets and the fattest larvae were all dead, but the smaller ones were still alive. wriggling around in their hexagonal compartments. orphaned larvae.

"they're buffmans! all they do is stand around and laugh loudly!" ~my mom on my dad's family.

so true..
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[09 Aug 2003|01:49am]
fried zucchini flowers.

what you'll need:
zucchini flowers, ricotta cheese, flour, beer, vegetable or peanut oil, salt

1. take the zucchini flowers and stuff them with the ricotta cheese (you could also use mozzarella, or breadcrumbs)

2. in a bowl add the beer to the flour (equal parts), mix quickly with a fork and stir in a pinch of salt. the batter should have the consistency of pancake batter.

3. heat oil, about 1/2 inch deep

4. put the zucchini flowers, four or five at the time into the batter, coat them both sides. allow the excess batter to drip off.

5. when the oil is hot add the flowers. Fry them, a few at a time, for about two minutes per side or until crispy. it's like a tempura.

6. place them on a paper-towel to absorb excess oil and add salt to taste.

not so healthy for you..but sooo good.

bella, bella.......mangi, mangi!!! (pinching cheeks)
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"motivational piece for manic depressives" [07 Aug 2003|03:10am]

thanks for your help guys!!
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[06 Aug 2003|05:54pm]
i wish i knew how to post pictures...

works by amy kubes:


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[04 Aug 2003|10:34pm]
i always forget that i can't listen to tegan and sara without wanting to cry til my eyes float out of my head. reminds me of an emotional and confusing time.

speaking of which, i learned a lot of things about my family this past weekend that i never knew before. things i shouldn't know. things that explain a lot about the way i act and the way i feel sometimes.
i am infuriated w/ my sister,and my parents for allowing her to act as she does.
i'm being vaugue..but to explain it all would be draining and inappropriate.

i think i come off as sounding annoyed when i'm trying to explain things, or teach someone how to do something. i'm not. i love to teach people new things. i can't help it...comes from my mom.
just warning anyone this may apply to in the future.
i'm the product of a family of hot-headed women.

12 more days....
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[31 Jul 2003|11:27am]
holy crap.
i had a conversation w/ eddie vedder last night.
he was drunk and dorky, and he said he'd teach me to play harmonica.
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[29 Jul 2003|12:08am]
[ mood | dumbfounded ]

so we found out today why my grandmom's neighbor's place smells so horrible. she's been complaining about the smell for over a year now...and said she never hears the water running ever, and that the man must not shower. welll today the police finally came and busted the door open...only to find an apartment covered wall to wall with trash, and a bathroom covered in human shit. the toilet, sink, and bathtub were full! his water was turned off about a year ago and he'd been using whatever since. they had to carry out one of the policemen because he passed out! crazy crazy man...

my sister's held over hippie therapist had a brother who knew my uncle rich. uncle rich died in a car accident with another friend when he was 17. they were drunk and high and drove head on into a tree. hayley's therapist's bother was supposed to be in the car that night, but couldn't go out because he was grounded. her brother would have died in an accident with my mother's brother...and now she's treating my sister for drug/alcohol addiction.

a 17 year old boy in my sister's grade raped a 12 year old girl!! it's all on a surveillance tape. he's in lima prison and she's pregnant....

the world is fucked up

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[25 Jul 2003|04:51pm]
new photos posted


but i kinda screwed up in making the albums, so you have to go through "my photos" and then each album is in the next...so you are forced to look at all the pictures. it wasn't intentional i promise.
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[20 Jul 2003|11:15am]
[ mood | cheerful ]

so yesterday i went to the xpn singer songwriter concert at penn's landing with ian and his friend alissa. it was fun, but freakin hot. alexi murdoch was really good. you can hear the nick drake influence. richard thompson played later, but we left before he went on. i still want to hear him. robert randolph and the family band played. i love to see suburban white people dance to blues music. so awkward and funny. there was this one guy w/ long blond hair, no shirt, tiny jean shorts, turquiose necklace, studded belt, black leather fannypack, and white sneakers. he was dancing all sexy-like. ian was mesmerized by his nipples. he was our favorite. we had a whole row of angry hippies behind us. the guys next to us wanted to stand during robert randolf, and the hippies started to yell and scream, and make empty threats. then they threw a cup of beer at the guys, which splashed all over me. stupid asshole hippies. arn't hippies supposed to be passive? go smoke yourself a bowl and calm down, jeez.

i think i'm gonna see the pirate movie today. someone told me that johnny depp based his character for the movie on keith richards. a pirate keith richards...not too much of a stretch. so i will be sure to look for that.

awesome site:

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out of the jaws of long island [19 Jul 2003|12:46am]
[ mood | amused ]

so i'm back in good 'ol PA. i ate so much food in long island. that is all we ever do when we are there. i feel fat n sassy.

my sister seriously fucked up her face and knees. she was at the les claypool show, did some nitrous, passed out and landed knees then face to the pavement. her teeth hit her lip and split it entirely open. she has a huge abrasion under her eye and on part of her nose. her right shoulder and knees have no skin and are crazy bruised. hmmmm, good job there lady. and whats even better is that she got caught lieing to all of us about it. she said that she got knocked over by a fat man in a metallica shirt in the pit. but then someone sent my dad an im between her and someone else, so now she's grounded for the rest of the summer...

saw the missing pilots show tonight. i think i have a serious crush on 2 of the guys in that band. and they wiped snot on each other's shirts mid-show. precious.

christine and i sat on her front porch watching the bugs have sex with each other. she then shared with me her fear of creepy crawly things creepy crawling into her vagina. gross.

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