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[19 Sep 2003|06:53pm] Moved. post comment

[18 Sep 2003|06:41pm] [ mood | blank ] [ music | Dashboard ] Isabel is going to hit us hard, I think. It's convenient that we're living in a beach house now, where is the apartment omg. I lost track of how many days they kept me as a patient, but they let me out today, and with good timing. At least we can be home, together, when this Isabel bitch attacks us. We can be like the idiots, and video tape. Nessa and I have been lugging things up the stairs all day, it's been rough work. But I'll write about Isabel later, I should finish talking about my lovely stay at Bay Shore. I will skip the "upon-entrance" details, they're a bit disgusting. It got better as the time progressed, but it as horrible being there at first. I hate feeling dependent on other people and things. I had a charming little nurse named Simone, she liked to sit at the desk in the corridor and watch me. She was big boned. Very plump. Very Russian. Very terrifying. People brought me a truck load of food, and I'm telling you Simone eyed that like it was Christmas ham. Deryck stayed with me for a little while, I was happy to see him back but he left just as soon. Benji was a wonderful visitor, it must be because he is a wonderful person. I'm glad that we're talking again, that whole awkward thing was getting tiresome :D. Nessa mde sure to bring me luxuries constantly, and even attended the two therapy sessions I was forced into making an appearance at, to be evaluated in order for the blue collar kids to determine my state and if I was well enough to leave. That sentence was long. The "therapy" wasn't therapeutic, at all. Last night was more therapuetic than anything. And Michael, of course. Whom I miss dearly. I slept a lot in the hospital, I don't think I'll ever sleep again. J Franny is a super swell ninja. That was a nice bit of unconnected things, there. Back to Isabel. We're planning for the worst, which means trafficing our basement and ground floor belongings up flights of stairs to the safety of the gaypalace level. Although, if this hurricane hits that bad, I doubt the second floor will provice much safety, at all. I hope our house doesn't rip apart and float away. It would be smart to leave, probably. But, we're the "die-hard," as the newspapers like to call it. We could get out if we needed to, and the island hasn't been evacuated so there's no use in leaving yet. We'll just stick to the canned goods and the bottled water, light some candles, and play acoustic. I was going to write a lot of private entries but I don't have the time or energy to. Sigh. AND, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIMMY. My dear. :-[ 2 comments|post comment

[17 Sep 2003|01:20pm] [ mood | awake ] [ music | Goo Goo Dolls ] Pereyevut. It feels as if the world is imploding. I still don't understand why people make things so complicated. Myself, included. Nessa went to see the in-house therapist with me, yesterday. Benji stayed with me last night. The company made things better. I wish I could get out of here, but it's been made obvious that I will not be leaving today. Best wishes to Katie and Sebastien. =/ TB. 4 comments|post comment

[16 Sep 2003|05:29pm] [ mood | annoyed ] [ music | Dashboard ] Dear America: There is nothing to be solved. I enjoy that everyone has taken the time to spit, stone, condemn, and pass judgements before talking to either of us, though. Stop speaking about it, your false concerns aren't needed. We know who really cares about us, and we'll stick to them. PS, I'm also enjoying that we're indulging you by giving you something to talk and gossip about. You should be looking at your own values, right now. I am not going to give "my side" to "the story," because there are no sides and there is no story. Don't expect anything from me, because I swear to God you aren't going to get it from me this time. 4 comments|post comment

[15 Sep 2003|11:31pm] [ mood | jaded ] [ music | Hands Down - Dashboard (On repeat!) ] Decadence. post comment

I will update all day long until someone moves my friends page [12 Sep 2003|08:30pm] [ mood | amused ] ( Updates with pictures of animals. ) I want a new puppy, I think. I like having pets, it makes the house seem warmer. Or something. If you haven't noticed yet, I hate being lonely. I like surrounding myself with people. :D Wasted an update, on animals. 10 comments|post comment

[12 Sep 2003|06:52pm] [ mood | enthralled ] [ music | Three's Company theme song sigh ] Has new icons. Thinks everyone should update more. Hates depressions. Loves Pierre. Updates. 5 comments|post comment

[12 Sep 2003|12:34am] [ mood | okay ] Has sleepover in living room with Nessa. Passes out on floor. 12 comments|post comment

I'm here without you, baby, but you're still on my lonely mind [09 Sep 2003|04:50pm] [ mood | blank ] [ music | So Long Sweet Summer - Stacheboard ] What did I tell you all about updating? Hmph. For some reason, updating is much too difficult for me lately. I have things to ramble about, I suppose, but I've just been extra busy as of late. Three Way Split is taking up more of my time, but it's coming along well. We film in trailer parks. Lacey is very vocal about her pre-school experiences, it's obvious that she enjoys being around children her age. She comes home with projects every day; most of them say "Todd" all over. It's quite illegible, but .. it's Todd, nonetheless. She wants to bring Vinnie and Todd to show-n-tell next week, she says. I wonder how they feel about that.. HM. We're trying to help her learn to read, but she isn't very cooperative. She prefers playing on the beach, and building houses for her barbies. I keep eating her lunchables and drinking her ssip boxes, though. I hope she doesn't notice, last time she saw me with them she started crying. I can't help it, they're good cuisine, ok? She likes dancing, maybe we'll talk about putting her into one of those cute little classes. I talk about Lacey entirely too much. She's cooler than I am. I love me some Lacey Lola. So, with Lacey aside, I will fill the rest of this entry with boring things pertaining to myself. I had to decline The Butterfly Effect, because I didn't have time for it. Now Amy (Smart! Where are you, Amy? :-[) and Ashton, apparently, are taking the roles that Joshua and I were asked to do. Speaking of Joshua, where are you? Please sign onto AIM once in a while, or hit me up on the telephone. Amy should get a journal, and stick around for once. Ashton should re-enter the building. What is up with these kids today? Tsk, tsk. While I'm on the subject, I might as well hold up my neon sign. -HOLDS UP HER NEON SIGN. WILL GINA, JOY, DESMOND, DOMINIC, AND DWIGHT PLZ GET DA JURNALZ?!?!?! LOLOL THX!!!.- In other news, Giving It Up has been re-released on video, or something. It's funny that I'm only in the movie for a total of about 15 minutes, but I'm credited with the starring role. Don't let the cover fool you, guys. Don't rent it, either. Unless you are inebriated; in that case, it will be fun times for all. ( Giving It Up ) Why is it taking me so long to write this? I should stop getting distracted. But, Lacey is watching Harry Potter in the room. It's hard to pull yourself away from Harry. =/ Seb made us a pasta dinner the other night. I fed the leftovers to Jimmy, who came to the house to visit Katie. He seemed disappointed that she wasn't home. Maybe, I can get him to stay with us until her triumphant return. Lacey finds him to be a very interesting subject to study, and I'm sure Katie would love to find Jimmy waiting on her doorstep. We have plenty of room, even without the gaypalace. Speaking of .. people, Pierre has been at the house a lot recently. I hate it when he lives out of hotels. Not only does the spacious house we have render hotels unnecessary if he needs a place to crash, but I enjoy his company much more than that which is healthy. It's true that I could leave my house, but I think I have some kind of phobia that doesn't allow me to do so. Or maybe it's just lately that I don't want to leave the house. I've been sick for the past two weeks, so I try to stay home in the event that I turn narcoleptic or something of the like. But, I'll be fine, and so I swear I'll go outside a 5 mile radius of the house now. But, only if your name starts with a P and ends with a .. pierrebouvier. Because I'll totally go 9358927+ miles out of my bubble for you, stud. Insert obnoxious kissy faces here. Loves. <3 I'll update more often, promise. I can't avoid writing about those serious subjects that are lurking around forever. Kills. But, then again, they aren't relevant to anyone else. That's what private entries are for, I think. My updates are so lame. The house is quiet and empty. I don't know where my playas rolled out to. Insert a paragraph about Mike here. Insert a little about Todd, too. End update. 6 comments|post comment

[05 Sep 2003|05:45pm] [ mood | amused ] Just read the obnoxious part font of this article, okay? ( Naughty shopping parties are hot, hot, hot! ) EDIT: ( Hi Pierre and David ) AHAHAHAH. Why are online quizzes so amusing. I'll cut-tag that if you ask me to. 7 comments|post comment

[05 Sep 2003|01:46pm] [ mood | awake ] So, I was being lazy for the past week and not updating. I'm supposed to catch up. This is the abbreviated version. Apple pie. Moved into the hew house last weekend. Gave Vinnie a concussion the first morning we were there, by throwing him into a wall, accidentally. Vinnie went to the hospital, got a few stitches because he actually had a gash in his head. Later that night, Pierre got a concussion, which resulted in the night stay at the hospital. Got into a fight with Nessa. This was no cat fight; Nessa and I are hardcore. We fight dirty. And very dirty, it was. I'll spare details, but everything seems peachy now. Throw in a lot of shopping for the house, and Lacey as well. Lacey started pre-school, but you can direct yourselves to Katie's entry for the wonderful details on that. You can also mix in a little bit of fighting, a lot of feeling guilty, a little bit of awkwardness, a lot of laughing, a good deal of tears, some screaming, a few big!gay moments, some heart-to-hearts, second third fourth chances I lost track, and tons of waffles. This new house, with its new living arrangement, was a great idea. There's been a bad day or two, but that's expected. Our house is one giant house of love, or something. I think the best part of it all is that we're there for each other when we need it. Bffafeafe <3. You can also throw in a lot of me feeling sick lately. Mo'fockas. 2 o'clock, it's time to pick our baby from pre-school. You don't understand how exciting that is, ok? Until next week I think. :D. 7 comments|post comment

[03 Sep 2003|09:38pm] [ mood | amused ] Look at the bottom of my userinfo. 13 comments|post comment

[03 Sep 2003|01:49pm] [ mood | apathetic ] [ music | The Space Between - DMB ] New icons. >:O. Why, yes! That is Dave Matthew Band! They're happy and colorful. Ace. 11 comments|post comment

I update a lot, I guess I lied. No real updates, though. :o [02 Sep 2003|05:08pm] [ mood | apathetic ] ( Beware. ) We had to map out the .. 2ND FLOOR. I drew it for Nessa, to warn her of the dangers of the 2nd floor. Stay away from the VT wing. AWAY. 2 comments|post comment

So what the hell, now, we've already been forever damned [02 Sep 2003|01:53am] [ mood | dead ] I've been putting off updating for the past few days, because there's a lot of things I don't want to talk about. Here is reason number 64 why I'm putting off writing for the rest of this week. 3 comments|post comment

[01 Sep 2003|06:17pm] [ mood | tired ] Last night, I learned that you cannot mix pain killers. It's not a good idea. You'll feel the effects through the night and for most of the next day, too. :o. 2 comments|post comment

DEAR NICOLE: DITCH LIAM AND MARRY ME. [29 Aug 2003|08:10pm] [ mood | grateful ] This is a rip-off post because I'm too lazy to write at the moment. But go marvel at the talents of Nicole, and look at my new layout. 8 comments|post comment

Oh no, I've said too much [28 Aug 2003|11:08pm] [ mood | anxious ] [ music | Don't Fear the Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult ] Last Saturday morning I had to cart myself back to the wonderful Los Angeles, to recommence filming for a week. I hate leaving everyone for prolonged periods of time, but I suppose it works out better this way; leaving for a week straight and having breaks, rather than filming a bit every day for months' time. I don't get much time to myself; and when I do, it's spent on the phone with Nessa. She's my little informant. Kudos, Nessa. Speaking of LA, I finally got an apartment out there. It's nothing extravagant, but it's enough for the time I'll be out there filming. It's much more homely than hotel rooms are. Maybe I'll rent it out after the movie's done. Or maybe I'll keep it. Or, maybe... I don't know. These are the questions of our lives. I came back home this morning, just in time to finish stuffing the last of our loose things into boxes. And, today, I indulged in one of my favorite things in the world -- FOOD SHOPPING. It was quite an enjoyable time, this food shopping. I filled the whole cart up with tons of useless things, like provolone cheese.. and candles, and plums. And apple pie, and caribbean chicken, and taco shells. And chef boyardee and ice cream and whipped cream and a bottle of honey. And.. I got a bit carried away, I think I'll move on from the subject of food now. So I was waiting in the checkout line, reading the headlines of National Enquirer, and STAR, when FITpregnancy caught my eye. I thought it would be a fun read, so I bought it. I came home, and realized that putting food into the cabinets would be a waste of time. I'll miss those cabinets. -SIGH.- So I'm enjoying myself, reading my pregnancy magazine, and eating apple pie, when Todd barges in showing off his nipple ring. We pulled his dirty magazines out from under my bed ( I should get rid of those, one day. :o ), and examined piercings together. I thought maybe it would make him get rid of that disgusting thing on his nipple. It really is hideous, I'm cringing thinking about it. Oh, yeah. I forgot to update about the new house plans. Early last week, Nessa, Katie, and I were looking at houses and started planning to move. Don't get me wrong, the city's been great to reside in, but it's time to get out. We found a perfect house on Fire Island - which is right off Long Island, so it's a convenient spot for everyone I think. It's still close to home for most of us, and it's not that far from the city. We had our hearts set on this house, but we realized we had far too many rooms for just the 3-- or, 4, counting Lacey-- of us. We asked Todd and Vinnie to move in with us, because we couldn't leave the city behind if we didn't take them. The living situation should make for fun times. The house is amazing.. it's in Ocean Beach, which is the largest and most popular town on the island. It has a "fantastic night life," so we're not really in the middle of nowhere with this; and, yet, we're secluded from all the bussle and the like, too. We're up on a hill, probably 5 minutes out of town, and from the beach, so it's an agreeable spot. Hm. About the house - there's 10 bedrooms, 8 bathrooms (but, only because 5 of which are connected to master bedrooms), 2 floors plus a full basement, 2 pools, a poolhouse. We've got practically everything figured out regarding rooms and such. The whole idea of it is exciting, and we've all got our things packed in boxes. If Nessa gets home tonight, we're going to start bringing things to Fire Island. If not, we'll just wait until tomorrow. It's no big deal. I think Lacey is pretty excited about moving, I hope she likes the new house. It's a lot bigger than she's used to, but moving has given us an excuse to buy her all kinds of new things. Pedro will be coming with us, as will Oedri (>:O!!!!) and Ricardo. Ricardo is a new addition to the .. big happy family. I think he is related to Pedro, some how. They'll all end up living in the guest house, probably. I couldn't imagine them living anywhere else. <3Pedro. So the apartment is pretty empty; everything's in boxes, and the rooms are cleared out, save for beds and such. In a few days we should all be in our new house, eating apple pie and watching GH. ( Sigh. ) 26 comments|post comment

[28 Aug 2003|03:33pm] [ mood | complacent ] [ music | Belmont Playboys ] I was not in Cuba. >:O ... I was in LA, ok? 8 comments|post comment

[24 Aug 2003|09:25pm] [ mood | accomplished ] [ music | Cuban cigar withdrawls. ] Hi-De-Ho there! Ness here. You might have some questions, so I'll answer them for you. 1) Why am I, Vanessa Carlton, in Ali's journal? She asked me to update for her. 2) HEY. Where is she? Cuba. 3) O_O ... WTG Why is Ali in Cuba!?!!? We ran out of Cuban cigars. 4) ... CUBA?! ALL THE WAY TO CUBA?! Ali only buys direct. We go straight to the source. No fuckin' around. Ain't nothin' like real Cuban cigars. My homies know what I'm talking about. Now that I've answered your questions, I'll make a rambly post. What is the meaning of life, anyway? Is it just to shove us all onto one smelly little planet to see how long we can live together without killing eachother? Nobody knows. I hate this mystery. Maybe if we all knew the meaning of life, we'd be dead. That's what I think anyway. As soon as we were to find out, we'd die. Maybe if we all knew it'd be like the big bang. The world would just implode. Everyone would go insane. Anarchy. Havoc. HAVOC HAVOC HAVOC. Rioting. Lots of rioting. Or would we have nothing to riot about? What would be left to riot for, anyway? The secrets of the world would all be disclosed. At hand, for anyone to use. It's a really fucking scary concept, ok. So... LET'S NEVER SEARCH FOR THE MEANING OF LIFE, OK? Let's just... sit around and not worry about it. Live life to the fullest; not care about what may happen. Love like you've never loved. Do everything as if you could never do it again. Be free. ... But would that truely make us free? The world may never know. And only I would quote a tootsie pop commercial in a "meaning of life" speech. -- Vanessa, inside Ali's journal. PS: Why do I write better updates in Ali's journal than I do in my own? 2 comments|post comment

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