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[05 Mar 2007|12:44pm]
so finally-- 12th-26th march i'm going to drop everything else and be an intern; in all honesty i'm frigging scared, because things are going to start getting very, very serious-- everyone there is going to be a genius and i'll be right at the bottom of the massive ecosystem. but i'm still very glad i'm interning there-- i just know i'm going to learn a lot.

i'm also going to start conversational spanish lessons soon. i don't know how that will go-- i took french for almost a year and while it helped me get around in paris, i can't string together an entirely coherent sentence. but spanish is the second most important language in the world, when it comes to things like traveling and working in the future, and it would be worth learning especially because the next place i want to explore is south america (and bits of the middle east).

driving centre in two hours :(
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[05 Mar 2007|06:24pm]
[ mood | hot ]
[ music | tent in your pants by peaches ]

"I lost it between the sheets that were too cold and beneath the hands of someone who devours my very heart, which has now stopped beating. Dead. I do have a heart, Diary, even if he doesn't notice it, even if perhaps no one ever will. And before I open it, I shall give my body to any man who comes along, for two reasons: because in savouring me he might taste my rage and bitterness and therefore experience a modicum of tenderness; and because he might fall so deeply in love with my passion that he won't be able to do without it. Only then shall I give myself utterly, without hesitation, without restraint, so as not to lose the tiniest scrap of what I have always desired. I shall hold him tight within my arms and tend him like a rare and delicate flower, careful lest a gust of wind suddenly wilt him. I swear it."

from one hundred strokes of the brush before bed (not exactly terrific but some passages were so compelling)

i am exhausted, alone, living in the massive shirts i sleep in at night. i am also afraid of the next driving lesson when i will actually have to operate a vehicle, rather than simply having to memorize car parts and fiddle around. this morning at 10.30am i had a bizarre dream where i was alone at home and the entire sky suddenly went pitch dark, and the sun turned into a tiny red neon crack, like the vent of a dried-up volcano, and as the seconds passed the red turned to grey and i stared in horror at the monochrome sky. i tried to scream but i'd lost my voice, and something was strangling me as i lay there wondering if i was going to die. the dream had a very grainy feel and it was like i was watching a 1930s attack of the radioactive killer tomatoes film, or some strange cannibalism fetish silent feature with no words, only the same piece of music looped over and over, and eerie dialogue captions. i'm still a little creeped out-- since i shifted my bed close to the huge window, i've been having nightmares about strange events in the sky.

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[05 Mar 2007|08:13pm]
i'm updating way too much but it's PULP FICTION-related, i LOVE inside jokes, i'm a fan of bill amend (the foxtrot cartoonist), and i generally like it when artists from various types of media pay tribute to each others' work. so this makes me happy:




ok, so i spent the past 7 hours just watching pulp fiction-related stuff on youtube : O
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[05 Mar 2007|11:33pm]


omg, you were enlisted ages ago-- and here i was thinking, for some strange reason, that the army hadn't snatched you away yet, and that maybe you were only going to start in march/april.

i want to cry, but then i think of how ridiculous it is to cry for someone who i know virtually nothing about, and i feel pathetic. i know for sure that when it's my brother's turn i will be a complete wreck.

this week i'm not working at all (!!) so i'm pretty much on the internet 24/7 whenever i'm at home. i've given myself until this weekend (after the open houses) to start applying for uni courses and maybe scholarships. and that means i end up updating this thing like crazy-- i really should get a part time job where i get paid to write, since i'm pretty productive when it comes to writing.

ok, so back to the army bit: i only found out today by accident that you're probably in some remote swamp right now, and it saddens me. i don't know whether you have any clue at all who i am, and i don't know where you live, or how you did in the exams either (i'd fail miserably as a stalker). i wish someone else would catch my fancy; it's tiring obsessing about the same person for over 2 years and 3 months, but i can't help having peculiar tastes, and being rather fussy. unfortunately, i'm beginning to realise that i have a certain 'type' i unconsciously look out for, and according to oprah winfrey (i don't like her but i quite like her show), tyra banks (i like her and her show is better than oprah's) & co, this is A BAD THING.
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