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Word of the Day: Dessicant. _
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04:18:30 AM, Friday 19 July 2002

Overhead the Albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.
And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light...


I used to listen to this song every morning as I walked to school, and every afternoon when I walked home from school. I wanted to birth my children to it. I wanted to die to it. I don't think I've heard it between my first years of high school and right now. I sort of stopped listening to it all at once. Part of me is embarrassed, part of me thinks it's funny to look back at my earnest reverent obsessive teenage self, but part of me, somehow, still grooves to it, in a way. I still have the same pictures in my head. Man. I still don't know what part of me has changed, or how much, or in what way. It's too blurry to make any sense of. But I'm not the same as I was then. I don't understand how it works. _
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02:14:50 AM, Friday 19 July 2002

I see fireflies nearly every night out here. It's wonderful! I never saw fireflies in real life before.

I was so tempted to get a 133t toothbrush today... but I didn't think I was worthy. I got a swirly silver one instead.

Today this wizened little old lady came on the bus. She was your normal average little old lady... except she had ENORMOUS perky boobs. It was really disturbing. I guess they must have been implants, 'cause they sure as hell didn't look natural. Yeucch.

Then this guy in a Dunkin' Donuts shirt got on and offered to cook me dinner. He was nice.

Oh! Also, I went to a pet store (when I first read the sign I thought it said "Deep Freeze Pet Store", but as I got closer it turned out to be "Sea Breeze Pet Store", so that was comforting), and pet a Madagascar Hissing Roach for a long time. Man, it was cute. It didn't hiss at me; it was mellow, and had a beautiful mahogany jointed back. I really wanted one... maybe I'll get one when I'm in my new place. _
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09:04:36 PM, Thursday 18 July 2002

If I had $20, I would so buy a copy of the Vierundzwanzigsteljahrsschrift der Internationalen Maultrommelvirtuosengenossenschaft. _
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04:05:19 PM, Thursday 18 July 2002

With a Hey Nonny Nonny and a Ha Cha Cha! _
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11:28:06 AM, Thursday 18 July 2002

I think my three-hundred-dollar-a-day cocaine habit is beginning to catch up with me. _
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06:38:41 PM, Wednesday 17 July 2002

Chinese gooseberries! _
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01:45:21 PM, Wednesday 17 July 2002

I got a postcard with a tarantula on it addressed to "Mirabai (goat teets by) Knight", and also an amazing top secret classified package, woo! _
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01:05:09 PM, Wednesday 17 July 2002

My daimons are all disaligned. _
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10:02:50 AM, Wednesday 17 July 2002

The sky's violet, and I can see by it. I'm waving at it from a sixth-story window. Howza howza. _
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05:48:08 AM, Wednesday 17 July 2002

My brain feels like unpasteurized Stilton. _
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05:20:33 AM, Wednesday 17 July 2002

Phrase of the Day: Chryselephantine Teeth

(found in an Evelyn Waugh story) _
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12:01:48 AM, Wednesday 17 July 2002

Lindsey, I found that book I mentioned. I hope it's in the library here. I want to finish it. Dunno if she's written anything else, but she's definitely worth reading. _
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05:12:26 AM, Tuesday 16 July 2002

My brother is in Russia. _
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08:46:23 PM, Monday 15 July 2002

T.I.A.I.L.W.: Brigitte Fassbaender. _
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08:35:39 PM, Monday 15 July 2002

Tired? Ha! _
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06:19:57 AM, Monday 15 July 2002

"Butte, Mont., may have surrendered its soul and much of its natural beauty to rapacious mining interests, and its citizenry may be congenitally inhospitable, and the city may resemble a suppurating chancre sore and smell like the sulfurous Stygian River of Woe, but . . . actually, there is no but about Butte. Research confirmed its foulness and it might well have become The Armpit had it not been blown out by the competition."

{sigh}

I miss Montana. I miss Butte. I miss arsenic and whorehouses and Irishmen with guns. I wanna go home! (Um, which isn't, mercifully, Butte, but near enough that I could day trip to it, y'know... for the character...)(quote from here.) _
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03:50:10 AM, Monday 15 July 2002

If you could be any character from an NES (that's good ol' 8-bit Nintendo Entertainment System, accept no imitations) game, who would you be? _
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01:53:09 AM, Monday 15 July 2002

I realized what I need: a lunchbox. See, so far this summer right after class gets out, at noon, I go back to my room, 'cause I don't eat breakfast, and I'm hungry after four hours of potions and diagrams. But then after I've fixed myself a nice meal, I look around the room and say to myself, "Ah, lovely room with your double bunkbeds and your air conditioning and your high speed internet. Why would I ever leave you?" So I spend the rest of the day tweedling around on the computer or dozing in my dyne and don't go out to swim or frolic or explore the world. This is bad, I think. What I need is some way of feeding myself without tempting myself to domestic torpor. So, then; a lunchbox. I used brown paper bags in high school, but they cause too much clutter. And lunchboxes are marvelous things. I like the tin ones myself... I know I used to have one, a red one with some colorful picture on it, 'cause my parents have a photograph of me clutching it when I was a squirt. I also remember, some years later, getting a radical plastic one (also red, with yellow trim) that had a built in thermos and -- get this -- radio. It was so awesome. I could blast music all around the lunchroom and I didn't even get in trouble for it. Dunno what happened to it, though. Now I go in search of the perfect lunchbox once more, to see me through my final college days. _
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01:19:17 AM, Monday 15 July 2002

I want a little bit a bit a bit uh orange juice
I want a little bit a bit a bit uh orange juice
I want a little bit a bit a bit uh orange juice
{boom takka takka takka boom takka boom boom} _
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05:49:28 AM, Sunday 14 July 2002


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