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my solstice seasonwas pretty awesome. i'll write more after i sleep |
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| 11:33pm 18/12/2003 | ||||
and sorry for not writing anything for so long, blurty. i just had to work some things out on my own. or something like that. |
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Reznor.  Fight Club! What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by Quizilla  Your Heart is Grey What Color is Your Heart? brought to you by Quizilla  You're too tired to be bothered with smiling,but you're too nice to be really mean when people are annoying you.You look tired,but you at least try to seem happy. What Kind of Smile are You? brought to you by Quizilla I'm a Gin & Tonic, discover your ALcoHoLiC personality! |
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| 11:27pm 03/11/2003 | ||||
jake's been expelled. mrs. aull just gave one of her ineloquent, authoritarian, infuriatingly smug non-speeches which are supposed to negate all other sources of information. see, after she feedsa us a poorly phrased 40-minute line of bullshit, then she makes it a punishable offense to mention the victim's nname in school. JAKE GOT FUCKING EXPELLED! and as if they couldn't make school any worse, they just hired dr. karen cruise as the school psychologist. my former shrink. tried to drug me up with antidepressants because she's a half-educated, controlling, lazy bitch. life sucks. i quit. |
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| 01:18am 01/11/2003 | ||||
this was the coolest halloween ever. ever. in school, we had costume day, and i dressed up as tristan tzara. i had a really sharp suit, a monocle, and one of those floppy tie-ish neck ornaments that people wore back then. in addition, the left side of my face was heavily made-up, and the nails on my right hand were painted with a bright, garish, red. and when anyone asked who i was, i just quoted the dadaist manifesto. today was a half-day in school, and it was apparent to all the teachers that there really wasn't going to be much work done, so we just watched a movie for three periods. the movie was kinda lame, so me, amy, brad, emily, steve, and a few other people hung out in the other room. it was pretty cool. when i got home, i was de-costuming when trevor called. he said that he and a few friends were dressing up as the marilyn manson band, and they had lost their manson. i agreed, and went over to trevor's house for the dieing of hair and the re-application of make-up. i also re-painted my nails (alternating black and pink). so we went out and we were going around town meeeting people and such, and we got the idea to start trick-or-treating. and then one person saw trevor's guitar and asked, somewhat mockingly, if we were playing music. he started playing this guitar riff, and i realized that i knew the words, so i started singing in a mansone-y voice, and it all just clicked. after that, we started going around to all the houses and singing halloween carols. it was sooo cool. and we swung by the college a few times, and just generally wandered around and hung out until 10, when the prince theater was showing the rocky horror picture show. and there were a bunch of people who i semi-knew there, ans rocky horror was one of the greatest things i've ever been to. and after that, we went back to trevor's house to sybolically burn some of our old stuff at midnight of the celtic new year while shouting "hogunnah!". and then i went home. so all in all, it was pretty awesome. |
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wow. today was pretty good. so good, in fact, that i'm going to write ti down in the form of a short story. a sort of solzhenytsine/salinger thing, only minus the talent. "You're the night, Lyla . . ." His eyes opened in time with the subdued strains of Morphine. Ian raised his head a few inches from the pillow and surveyed that corner of the room he called his. System of a Down stared heavy-lidded, Rage Against the Machine glowered, The Who strode along the window's edge, and Che Guevara gazed out with revolutionary beatitude like a Marxist messiah. The ceiling shouted "No Blood For Oil!" and instructed him in a calm British accent to keep a gas mask on his person at all times, as Hitler would send no warning. Ian writhed his way out of the tangle of sheets around his legs. He stepped gingerly over the miscellaneous assemblies of stuff around his bed, and reached across the front of an old teacher's desk to his clock/radio. Mark Sandman whispered "the prayer, the extra layer, the group??" and the sound sublimated into the air and out the now-open window. A thick misty shroud covered the town like a burkha. "What's the fog delay rule for Wye River?", his father's voice queried from the hallway. "We do whatever the Queen Annes County public schools do", replied Ian. "Well then you have a 90-minute delay". "Cool." Ian stared out the window at the subtly transfigured backyard. With the enveloping fog draped across it, blandly familiar features took on an air of ambiguosity and complexity that seemed to be revealed by partial concealment. His reverie was interrupted by another question. "What do you want for breakfast?" "Don't we still have some of the good corn meal?" "Yeah" "Then how about corn cakes.?" "OK. By the way, happy birthday." Ian paused for a few seconds. Birthday? Oh, right. Today is the ninth. "Thanks" His shower was a bit longer than normal, and also more thorough. Shower time was the time he always took to let his mind drift freely through last night and into today. That was a bizarre dream. I hope Emily listened to the CD I loaned her. . . I love fog. . . I wonder if Jake got de-forbidden from the skate trip? . . We'll need more soap soon. And so on. Words and pictures stepped out into the scrutinizing glare of conciousness. Eventually, though, he was clean and lucid enough. Once he stepped out of the shower, he wasted no time in toweling off, or during his various other post-shower ablutions. He dressed with little care, and he spent the most time combing his hair, trying unsuccessfully to encourage it to stay out of his eyes. With a sigh of resignation he abandoned the task, and stepped down the staircase and into the world. |
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| 11:25pm 05/10/2003 | ||||
no. nope. nein. nyet. non. an nfl game! that's right, due to a convergence of free tickets, my dad, and my lazy-ass brother, i got to go see the redskins play the eagles in a nauseating display of unbridled over-consumption and mass corporate cultural doping. infotainment is certainly the new opiate of the masses. i sat in the pepsi/chrysler section, where the air was thick with the mingled stenches of beer, grease, and consumer capitalism. the crowd was entranced by the over-hyped vicarious competition of the two teams, the shiny immersive advertising, and the sophomoric pseudo-sexuality of the cheerleaders. the worst part was that these people contributed the same level of energy and fervor to the movement of a leather ball as the protesters at the last anti-war rally i went to contributed to the cause of saving hundreds of thousands of lives. it's corporate siphoning of energy, time-wasting, apathy-generating infotainment. nothing was produced, no cultural contributions were made. it was all mass consumption and entertainment. god fucking bless america. |
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| 06:22pm 04/10/2003 | ||||
[ Name ]: Ian Hawkridge [ Aliases ]: hmm, do screennames count as aliases? If so iandada [ Born in ]: this hellhole of a town [ Resides in ]: Chestertown, MD [ Good student? ]: occasionally [ Eyes ]: grey-blue [ Hair ]: sorta dirty blond (almost brown at this point) [ Shoe size ]: 11 Last time you.. [ Had a nightmare ]: 4 nights ago [ Said "I love you" and meant it ]: a very long time ago [ Ate at McDonald's ]: i think I was 4 or 5. i definitely wouldn’t do so by choice [ Dyed your hair ]: never intentionally. [ Brushed your hair ]: this morning [ Washed your hair ]: 4 hours ago (i shower at odd times) [ Checked your e-mail ]: just now [ Cried ]: i don’t cry. wish I did, though. [ Called someone ]: trevor, to arrange a shopping cart heist [ Smiled ]: yes, i keep track of all my smiles for these lists [ Laughed ]: ditto [ Talked to an ex ]: i can’t stay in touch with the people who want to talk to me, much less an ex Do You... [ Smoke? ]: yes [ Do drugs? ]: very infrequently [ Have sex? ]: i would if i could [ Sleep with stuffed animals? ]: no [ Have a dream that keeps coming back? ]: not really. [ Play an instrument? ]: i’m learning guitar [ Believe there is life on other planets? ] :probably, though i’m pretty confident it’s smart enough to have stayed away from us [ Remember your first love? ]: yup [ Still love him/her? ]: hmm, not really [ Read the newspaper? ]: the Baltimore sun and bbc online [ Have any straight friends? ] yeah, who doesn’t? [ Consider love a mistake? ]: most of the time [ Like the taste of alcohol? ]: yeah [ Believe in God? ]: no [ Pray? ]: no [ Go to church? ]: when I’m forced to [ Have any secrets? ]: a few [ Have any pets ]: yes [ Talk to strangers who instant message you]: I would if they did [ Wear hats? ]: hmm, I should wear more hats [ Have any piercings? ]: no [ Have any tattoos? ]: no, but i’d like to get a few some day [ Hate yourself? ]: when I think about it [ Have an obsession? ]: nothing that stands out [ Have a secret crush? ]: i may [ Collect anything? ]: hmm, music maybe. or books [ Have a best friend? ]: not really. i don’t like to prioritize my friends [ Like your handwriting? ]: it’s unintelligible, but I like it [ Have any bad habits? ]: dozens [ Care about looks? ]: not often. once in a very long while, i’ll try to dress up [ Boy/girlfriend's looks? ]: well, I’d have to be attracted to them somehow, even if they weren’t a supermodel [ Friends and other people? ]: nah [ Believe in witches? ]: no. what the hell kind of question is that? [ Believe in Satan? ]: no [ Believe in ghosts? ]: no! Current: [ Dress ]: a pair of tightish, light-colored jeans (there’s some fashion term for them that I don’t know) and my “moscow polytechnic university” t-shirt [ Mood ]: bored. slightly annoyed. a bit on the tired side. [ Make-up ]: none [ Music ]: Killing Joke-Requiem [ Taste ]: black tea [ Hair ]: in the intermediate stages of longness [ Annoyance ]: life [ Smell ]: lysol and cigarettes [ Thought ]: “what am I thinking right now?” since that’s what I thought as i read the question [ Book ]: Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood [ Fingernail Color ]: unpolished, a bit stained [ Refreshment ]: what is that supposed to mean? [ Worry ]: hmm, I’m pretty apathetic [ Crush ]: i wouldn’t tell you [ Favorite Celebrity ]: depends on when you ask me Last Person: [ You Touched ]: amy, I guess [ You Talked to ]: my grandmother. she shows up at my door from time to time. [ You Hugged ]: see “[ You Touched ]” [ You Instant messaged ]: jenna [ You Yelled At ]: definitely my parents [ You Had A Crush On ]: okay, this is just getting old [ Who Broke Your Heart ]: see “[ Crush ]” [ Kissed ]: umm, wow, yeah I don’t really know. it’s been a long time.. Who do you want to: [ Kill ]: it’s a pretty long list. mostly public figures though. [ Slap ]: it’s similar to the kill list, but more heavily comprised of people I know. oh, and myself [ Tickle ]:i’m not a big tickler [ Talk To ]: noone in particular [ Be Like ]: once more, it depends on when you ask yeah, now i've gained mad insight. totally |
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| 11:29pm 29/09/2003 | ||||
Hard time here and everywhere you go Times is harder than ever been before And the people are driftin' from door to door Can't find no heaven, I don't care where they go Hear me tell you people, just before I go These hard times will kill you just dry long so Well, you hear me singin' my lonesome song These hard times can last us so very long If I ever get off this killin' floor I'll never get down this low no more No-no, no-no, I'll never get down this low no more And you say you had money, you better be sure 'Cause these hard times will drive you from door to door Sing this song and I ain't gonna sing no more Sing this song and I ain't gonna sing no more These hard times will drive you from door to door |
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grateful| artificial identity! artificial identity! | |||
| 11:39pm 27/09/2003 | |||
we're talkin' internet quizzes y'all  Which Enemy of the Christian Church Are You? Take More of Robert & Tim's Quizzes Watch Robert & Tim's Cartoons .topcities.com/animation">Watch Robert & Tim Cartoons  You're Most Like The Season Autumn ... You're warm, and the most approachable. You have that gentle prescence about you. People can relate to you, and find you easy company. However it's likely you've been hurt in the past and it has left you scarred so things can become rather chilly with you at times. Being the third Season in, you're mature, trustworthy and loyal to your friends but prone to depression and negative thinking. Well done... You're the most complex season.  You're goin' down! FOR ASSISTED SUICIDE! (even though it was good you did it) If you're a goth please visit groups.msn.com/gothicteensoftheworld and join up cause it rules! What Would You Go to Jail For? (Many outcomes) brought to you by Quizilla  You represent... apathy. You don't really show any emotion. You can be considered cruel and cold, but you just don't really care about anything. This is just the way you are... you're quite a challenge to get close to, and others may perceive you as boring. What feeling do you represent? brought to you by Quizilla  Morpheus ?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ?? brought to you by Quizilla |
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