Someone Else

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 02:09:15 GMT

Things I have recently come to accept:

The amount of time I spend on my hair is in no way related to how good it looks
The amount of time I spend on school work is in no way related to my grades
The amount of sleep I get also in no way related to how tired I am
So, I'm not really seeing why I should put any effort into anything

Oh, and
My parents are good parents
They instilled a work ethic in me that got me to where I am today... and now it's of my own free will that I don't really care
and
Ending punctuation makes things sound so... serious.

Sun, 15 Jul 2007 06:20:14 GMT

hmmmm.

i look forward to going home all week, and i get back, and it's nice at first- a LUXURIOUS shower and real food and such. but then it's pretty much a let down because either nothing is going on or people don't call me back.

at camp i've learned a LOT about myself as er... campy as that sounds. like: i can get over latrines full of spiders, i can handle lots of children, i can climb rock walls and do high ropes courses, i don't want to own a horse as nice as they are, i can be pretty patient. i feel like i've overcome a lot of things, at camp i am REALLY patient and never really *really* angry.... but i get home and AS;DLKFJ;ALSDKJFL;p(*&()(&^*(^%%^^*()&*(_&^$##$#$#%#%!!!!!!!!! so i still need to work on some things. apparently.

i actually like camp now., these kids are annoying but hilarious and really sweet sometimes. and frazzle is pretty much the coolest counselor ever because i don't know the rules. like: hmm are they allowed to have ipods?
mustang: i... don't know
me: probably not. but oh well. i'm going to go chill with the kids and listen to their ipods with them.

ella ella ella ehhhhhhh ehhhhhhh ehhhhhhh

Sun, 15 Apr 2007 07:46:55 GMT

blah blah blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
blah blah blaaaaaaaaaaaaah blah blah

not going anywhere with life

don't care

fuck it

going to do some quality reading tomorrow

dramadramaneedmoredramaplease

blahblahblahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

blah

Fri, 06 Apr 2007 06:00:11 GMT

ha. ha. cops.

Wed, 07 Mar 2007 08:00:42 GMT

if i take what other people think about me into account, say things that i want people to hear and consider what they're going to think about it, or mutter things to myself and know that people are still going to hear it so i still consider what's going to be thought about it, it's not any different from if i say things that are not necessarily intended for other people to hear, but still they hear them and think they are thought about slightly more than they necessarily are. so i don't know why i think so much about the interpretation/misinterpration of anything i say, it's all misinterpretation, and i'm misinterpreting anything anyone else says to me, so i don't know why we bother trying to figure it all out. it's kind of like frankenstein, and zimboes? i'd like to think it all comes back to zimboes. my hands always look like i've been punching brick walls. fucking fancy norwegian formula fancy moisturizer, 200 applications my ass, i am a corpse, and i paid at least a solid 4 dollars for that.

if i start an artist colony, i wonder if anyone would join me, or if i would just run around in the woods tending my garden half naked by myself with the squirrels and... badgers, which i don't think i would really mind. or i could go to alaska and be Olivia of the Wolves and read young adult novels.

Tue, 27 Feb 2007 18:00:14 GMT

the nice thing about being 15 minutes late to class is you miss the rush on the buses. yesterday i was one of the people that couldn't fit on a bus home because those fuckers didn't move back enough, but i'm glad they didn't, i walked my lazy ass home and it wasn't that cold and i listened to the lion king and i love listening to disney when nobody knows and i'm trying really hard not to dance down the sidewalk to "i just can't wait to be king"

i wish we could all stop saying the word drama. unless it's in reference to other people's lives. but not mine, ha. i wish i could be less honest most of the time, but more honest when it actually matters. i wish i could be a lot of things actually, like.... motivated. or more alive or more dead. one or the other not in between.

why do dakota fanning and animators have to ruin my childhood? if you ever watch Totoro, watch the old VHS version, not the new anime bullshit.

i have to write an essay about allen and their uniqueness. i think there are a lot of zimboes living in allen. i like sweeping generalizations.

Tue, 20 Feb 2007 08:06:58 GMT

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Wed, 14 Feb 2007 08:12:49 GMT

everclear+tab+rolling stones= a damn good time

there is no joy comparable to the joy that snow days bring... suriously i was speaking in all caps for about an hour there.

blah blah blah

Wed, 31 Jan 2007 02:03:53 GMT

LJ just deleted everything i typed.

obviously it's a sign, so i'll summarize:

shouldn't be vague and melodramatic!

going to anyway!

i'm turning ANTSY/irritablity/seasonal depression into wanting things i don't think i want

girl rock is the reason i can go to class in the morning

i bought magic gloves at walgreens today.

blah blah blah

Fri, 26 Jan 2007 00:39:07 GMT

This didn't turn out very well, not even sure why I'm posting it. I hope Guster isn't played at my funeral.

if your life was a movie, what would the soundtrack be?
so, here's how it works:
1. open your library (itunes, winamp, media player, ipod, etc)
2. put it on shuffle
3. press play
4. for every question, type the song that's playing
5. when you go to a new question, press the next button
6. don't lie and try to pretend you're cool..

opening credits: Clocks (Coldplay)

waking up: Our Way to Fall (Yo La Tengo)

first day of school: Train Under Water (Bright Eyes)

falling in love: Thirteen (Wilco)

fight song: Playing Your Song (Hole)

breaking up: Every Red Cent (Rocky Votolato)

prom: An Angry Blade (Iron and Wine)

life's ok: Space Oddity (Seu Jorge)

mental breakdown: Don't Turn Around (Ace of Base)

driving: Tangled Up in Blue (Grateful Dead)

flashback: Hard to Starboard (Titanic Soundtrack)

getting back together: Saturday Night Special (Lynyrd Skynyrd)

birth of a child: Dreams (The Cranberries)

wedding: All Those Years Ago (George Harrison)

final battle: Come on! Feel the Illinoise! Pt. 1 (Sufjan Stevens)

death scene: Why Go (Pearl Jam)

funeral song: Amsterdam (Guster)

ending credits: Some Bob Marley song

Fri, 01 Dec 2006 15:11:00 GMT

I woke up to the wind howling FURIOUSLY and the sun gently reflecting off the snow and making our humble slightly disgusting but cozy little room glow quite nicely. i cleaned my desk area yesterday and got my coffee ready so all i had to do was press the button. mmmmmm. i'm alright with snow but i wish i had some boots. my mom called me yesterday morning only to say, we should have gotten you boots while you were here!

yesterday i made a song while waiting for the bus.

oh i can't feel my toes
because they're just blocks of ice!
yeah this really blows
and it would have been really nice

if i hadn't just missed the 22
because i'd be warm and dry!
instead my shoes are soaked all the way through
and i kind of just wanna die.

(it was between die and cry, rhyming limits your options)

i'm remembering frolickings and rompings in the snow last year and i'm quite excited..
i've come to the solemn conclusion that i am a neat freak. sometimes i'm not and things get out of control, i change clothes four times a day, things can get ridiculous within just 12 hours or so. but then i clean obsessively. i just... i.... i have lots of pretty things! i can't let them get covered in shit! i have pretty pillows and when i make my bed i can arrange them in order from least cool to coolest! it's refreshing!!!

how the fuck did i end up here! i need to go to class!!!!

Tue, 24 Oct 2006 14:31:09 GMT

i don't know who still reads this, but, i think you all need to look at the SEXOMGZ that is william beckett:

Type your cut contents here.

please don't judge him based on their music. he can't help it. you just can't be that hot AND make good music.
(he's also in the snakes on a plane video)

there's more where that came from...

Sun, 01 Oct 2006 05:50:12 GMT

this whole.... life thing? it's kind of... ridiculous.

too drunk to go to sleep unfortunately.

god i smoked another cigarette today and my fingers still smell like cigarettes in a GOOD way and this needs to NOT happen.

i broke my cell phone into like 6 pieces.

what the fuck do i still have a livejournal for?!

(and that is hayden's crotch if you were wondering.)

Wed, 09 Aug 2006 19:34:22 GMT

Last day at Roly Poly. I'm going to miss working downtown. I'm really really going to miss my lunch hours wandering around.

I'm eating dark chocolate covered coffee beans, The Food Of The
Gods.

And I am happy.

Sun, 30 Jul 2006 21:48:52 GMT

i think i remember is pretty much my favorite song... ever

Wed, 26 Jul 2006 20:38:37 GMT

Who's a good hair cutter? Suggestions?

Tue, 25 Jul 2006 15:50:59 GMT

Roommate assignments!!!!

Get this, one of my roommates is a lesbian! I find this hilarious and honestly could not be more excited. I was SO worried they would be preppy and they definitely aren't so YAY. But they do know each other which makes me nervous.

Wow I've wasted an hour of work. Oooooops?

Fri, 21 Jul 2006 19:59:53 GMT

I think I have meningitis.

Tue, 11 Jul 2006 18:48:31 GMT

ATTENTION

IF ANYONE IS GOING TO CHAMPAIGN ANYTIME BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS

LET ME KNOW

AND TAKE ME WITH YOU

Thank you.

Wed, 05 Jul 2006 19:45:16 GMT

Oh Boone, I didn't like you for the longest time!!! But now I do!!! Ahhh!!!!!

Alas..

also, boone/locke foreverrrr

Tue, 27 Jun 2006 19:37:08 GMT

Oh no, I've realized, when I finally catch up with LOST, I'll have to watch it one episode at a time!!! Once a week!!! Rather than an entire disc!!

I looove love love love Sawyer. Mmmmmm..
Kate... is a dumbass. I hope SHE dies.

Mon, 26 Jun 2006 04:15:16 GMT

So I want one of these...

edit: i went and found the one that gave me the idea

Mon, 26 Jun 2006 00:38:35 GMT

My weekend has been nothing short of amazing. I've been taking the time to stop and really take it all in, the past few days have been the kind that make me glad to be alive. I don't think I'll ever get the smell of campfire out of my hair, however many times I wash it... My outdoor adventuring might be catching up with me though, I have mysterious red dots on my feet ... ohhhhh well.

Man... I don't know how I always end up in my underwear.
I lost a shoe. :(
I did not in fact lose my sweatshirt, I was really sad because I thought I did, but apparently I just sat on it on the way home.

I don't know how many times I've learned that I need to not judge people, and once again, I judged people, and I was wrong.

Also, I'm getting really tired of people assuming Ben is irresponsible and a troublemaker, he is the reason I made it home alive last night, and he didn't try to get on me ONCE. So.. just.. shutthefuckup.

I really don't want to grow up. I mean, yay for college and all.. but I don't want this summer to end. I've been trying really hard to ingrain it all in my memory.

I love everyone
I love growing up in Peoria
I love swimming in lakes at night however cold it is
I love waking up in considerable pain after sleeping in the car
I love outhouses and scary frog noises
I love Java Jolt and lattes
I love hanging out at old abandoned factory tower type things
I love conversations at the top of giant hills of dirt.

I guess if I died tomorrow, it would be ok. I hope I don't though.

Sun, 18 Jun 2006 18:46:46 GMT

Wed, 14 Jun 2006 16:39:26 GMT

oh wow. hehh i'm not crazy. when i tried to post those it said error and i didn't think it worked.... sorry dudes