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Brush the cobwebs out of the sky.
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| phew for a minute there I lost myself. |
[Sep. 28th, 2005|01:26 pm] |
I am done with this kim_carrey bullshit.
I have made a new account because this one is heavy with old things I don't think anymore or feelings I'm tired of or &c.
the name is nobunka and I've added almost everybody.
add me if you want.
I don't really care.
love,
marjahhh |
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[Sep. 26th, 2005|12:23 pm] |
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My frozen pizza is ready but it's all good because I was just going to say how much Crash and 21 Grams SUCKED |
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| as we go up, we go down. |
[Sep. 19th, 2005|11:57 am] |
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| | guided by voices, doye. | ] |
So Eric and I are to score this new short, but it's like the shittiest, most unoriginal piece of crap ever. I know for a fact that Casey and Trevor could make something 10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 times better but it's that Starting Somewhere shit again.
The short is about this screenwriter guy who writes about this relationship with a girl he rescued when he was little or some shit like that. He writes things, they happen in real life. God, it's so bad. The dialogue is like this (no joke)
BROAD: You are scaring me.
SCREENWRITER GUY: I will show you.
No one, and I mean, I'm analyzing the motivations of the characters (!) in saying that no one fucking says shit like this, ever.
Ever.
And the 'director' wanted us to watch this fucked-up idiot movie called Birth with Nicole Kidman about this woman (Kidman) whose husband dies ten years before the movie takes place and she's about to get married to this other guy and this ten year old kid shows up saying he's Sean, her dead husband.
They get in a bathtub together.
It's fucked up, retarded shit. Like, who the hell cares? The kid is ten. He's not going to know how to go down on you until he's at least seventeen.
Re-tarded.
Anyway, so she (of course it's a she, because women are stupid) gave us three songs to listen to (taken from Birth, of course) to give us the Feel (how gross is that, by the way?).
Uggh. I can't wait to make music for something decent.
And it isn't me being ungrateful, because I am so happy I get to do what I want to do in the future right now, but I hate when people (college graduates, mind you) take something I love
(film)
and make it
fucking stupid.
Good times. How are you? |
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[Sep. 16th, 2005|10:39 am] |
You look like
a perfect fit,
For a girl in need
of a tourniquet.
But can you save me?
Come on and save me...
If you could save me,
From the ranks of the freaks,
Who suspect they could never love anyone.
'Cause I can tell
you know what it's like.
A long farewell
of the hunger strike.
But can you save me?
Come on and save me...
If you could save me,
from the ranks of the freaks,
who suspect they could never love anyone.
It struck me down, a Greyhound,
Like Peter Pan, or Superman,
You will come
to save me.
Come on and save me
If you could save me,
From the ranks of the freaks,
Who suspect they could never love anyone,
Except the freaks,
Who suspect they could never love anyone,
But the freaks,
Who suspect they could never love anyone.
Come on and save me &c. |
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| I read the news today, oh boy. |
[Sep. 15th, 2005|02:16 pm] |
Fuck You Under 21 compilation is going to be on its merry little way, Madam and the Rent Men riding its proverbial coat-tails.
There is going to be a release party concert too.
What fun! indeeeeeeeeed. |
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[Sep. 12th, 2005|12:00 pm] |
did I ever tell you guys how in my first sex dream, which was a loooooong time ago, I was a character on Seinfeld and was George Costanza's girlfriend?
actually, I don't think I've ever told that to anyone.
now don't tell me my life hasn't always sucked hippo balls. |
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[Sep. 8th, 2005|02:26 pm] |
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LA Valley is extrememly lame, but my teachers are all cool.
My history teacher is an ancient radical left-winger and goes on rants constantly.
I love him. Today after class he asked for my name, because I was one of the few people who (seemed like they) were paying attention.
Other than being surrounded by idiots constantly, it's not so bad, especially knowing I'm going to get out of there as soon as I can.
I am still ridiculously happy in love. I thought for sure Eric would wake up and realize what a maniac I am but nope.
I'm tired.
the only thing that really sucks about school is that you have to get out of bed at 6:30am and go to it. Otherwise, it's not so bad. |
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| you don't really have to bother |
[Aug. 30th, 2005|01:01 am] |
with your responses.
I really, truly just wanted to make a point, which obviously wasn't taken.
I don't want bad vibes because that's pointless anyway.
I don't mean to hurt you, really, and I didn't write it for you to get defensive.
I know, I don't have to read it.
I just thought eventually you'd write something that wasn't
the same thing it always is.
I guess I just wanted to care about someone promising.
I'm sorry you don't care.
That's a horrible attitude, and only further proves my point.
But it's your life.
You get to live it how you like.
I just want to respect you.
I wish I could hug you
and tell you that all I want is to be your friend,
and I want to be supportive,
I just don't support you now
but if you need a friend when you wake up
I'll be here.
I'm here.
And that is where it's at. |
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| statement. not for conflict, but as a manner of speaking. |
[Aug. 28th, 2005|12:40 pm] |
You're no nymphet.
You aren't poetic.
You're a fucking teenager with nothing real to say.
I can't believe you don't realize how immature you are.
You want your life to be fucked up.
You crave it.
You think it gives it meaning.
You want to be a character in a movie,
or a novel
Or some epic poem about a lovely sort of Sylvia Plath-ish
beauty
but you're a child.
You're a child.
I think I've tried enough.
What little I've tried, I've tried enough.
You're happy being unhappy
so stop pretending you really care about anything
but your 'lonesome' self. |
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[Aug. 24th, 2005|02:16 pm] |
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| | and I lie in my bed once again. | ] |
I want to love her but it seems that all she wants is an audience. I don't know how people can live that way. |
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[Aug. 12th, 2005|12:45 pm] |
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| | eric's air conditioner | ] |
I need to get out of Burbank. I need to get out.
I hate it here. I can't concentrate. |
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[Aug. 11th, 2005|02:20 pm] |
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I miss who my friends were before some of them became inconsiderate assholes :( |
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[Aug. 6th, 2005|10:00 am] |
Lately I've been having an attack of nausea. It's weird. And gross. I was at Eric's yesterday and it was six thirty last night and I was all, Shit man, I need a ride to Kristina's birthday party (was it a surprise?) and then I almost threw up. I think it's the birth control. I'm sick of this, but if I don't have killer cramps, I guess it's worth it.. Anyway, so now I have to figure out when to drop off my measley birthday present. Fuck, I have work today. I feel the nausea coming again. I've taken so many Tums they don't work anymore.
Fuck.
I hope no one actually read any of that.. |
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[Jul. 30th, 2005|02:29 pm] |
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I laughed so hard my lungs almost flew out like little wings. My heart grew like a tulip bulb. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2005|03:02 pm] |
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Happy Birthday to my shining, sparkley friend Carmen N. Lopez who today is sixteen. |
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| P.S. another reason I broke like glass |
[Jul. 23rd, 2005|01:11 am] |
I've given up smoking. On account of my birth control, but I'd like to lose a little in the caboose and it's not fucking moving if I keep smoking.
Plus it's disgusting. It's the most filthy, vile, wretched, despicable, juvenile, immature, pretentious, ridiculous, and deadly thing a person can do.
I'd effing kill for a smoke right now
(natch). |
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[Jul. 23rd, 2005|12:23 am] |
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I know this seems trivial, but Eric fell asleep during Harold and Maude. I was pissed because I stayed awake for his movie, Niagra, Niagra, which even has hommages to my beloved film. He blamed it on the beer he drank and the minor construction he did (putting up curtains) at his house. I can't possibly be in a relationship with someone who doesn't love Harold and Maude. It sounds really fucking stupid, and I HOPE it's the birth control, but I felt like crying. Why am I so gay? This movie means the most ridiculous amount to me. It's like my child. He kept saying, It's not like you wrote it, so I wouldn't get offended. I wanted to hurt him. I wouldn't even kiss him goodbye, I was so irritated.
Stupid fucking birth control. (my boobs already seem fuller)
For the record, this is me being as cunty as I get.
I hope. |
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[Jul. 17th, 2005|10:32 am] |
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| |  ecstatic | ] |
I get to start my birthcontrol today! Hooray!!! |
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| I believe I can change my world. |
[Jul. 17th, 2005|10:22 am] |
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| | I know, I have to go. | ] |
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| | "Father and Son" | ] |
So I'm going to be very famous someday. So, yeah. It's going to be great. When I am rich, or rather, when Eric is rich (and he's already going to be quite wealthy as he stands in his current employment), the first things I am going to buy are:
vibraphones
a grand piano
a harp
An entire outfit from a layout in InStyle (sounds lame, but I totally want to)
Oh, and when I'm richer and famous I'll do charities and all that stuff. Give money to Africa, that sort of thing.
you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not |
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