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Saturday, July 22nd, 2006
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11:22 am - My journal is lively
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The chipmunks are groaning again. But I can't hear them. It's early morning (around noon) and I'm tired and havn't yet had coffee. I just felt the most peculiar poke to the torso which caused me to commit such wavering and wobbling that I thought I would drop the computer. Whoa is me, whoa is you too for that matter. Bitch. Havn't you done enough? Havn't you realized already that toilets are never truly clean.
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| Sunday, March 5th, 2006
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11:43 am
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last night i went to sleep to the velvet underground after talking to brad in length about how good they are. this morning i woke up and drilled a little hole in the bottle of my beautiful purple flowers' pot so that water wouldn't stay there if it wasn't needed. then i decided i was hungry and that i needed to go to the store. on my way out i had a conversation with berefso, my doorman, and we talked about how wonderful it is that the weather is getting warmer. he was concerned because he didn't see me yesterday, but i explained it was because i was working all day. and he said that that was good, and that he was happy everything was going well for me. i thought it was really nice that he was thinking of me. then i walked all the way to the store before i realized i had forgotten something, but i didn't even mind because it just meant i got to be outside longer, and the weather this morning is so nice. when i was walking down the sidewalk i decided to play a game where i should only walk on parts of the sidewalk or street where there was sunlight (i did this both times i was walking to and from the store). i kept pretending i was on a sailboat because my street is particularly windy i think, so it reminded me of being out on the water. and the breeze was a little cool, but i didn't have to button my coat or anything, it felt so nice. then i passed a man on a unicycle! i gave him a big grin because i thought that it was pretty fantastic of him to ride a unicycle. then i walked to the store and got my sandwich, which i am eating now and find quite tasty. on my way back it was easier to stay in the sunlight because the earth turned a little when i was in the store and the whole west side of the street was all sunny. there was a woman unloading her trunk, and she had a little boy sitting in a stroller, and when i walked by he got really happy and kicked his feet in the air and said hi! so naturally i said hi back, and he got even happier and kept kicking his feet and laughing. we said talked for a few moments, but then i had to get on my way. i think he only knew how to say hi, but that was more than enough because he was so happy, and i think that's what he really wanted me to know. now i am back in my room and about to get back to my work, and i have my purple flowers sitting on the windowsill looking beautiful and keeping me company.
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| Sunday, February 19th, 2006
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4:53 pm
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i am writing a paper right now and i have kind of a lot to do tonight
but i just noticed something and i felt like writing it down
i don't have much of a view at all from my room - really just faces the other three inside walls of the building
but just now i looked out and up and it's really beautiful
there's a building across the way made of i don't know what but in the late afternoon sunlight it's a light glowing yellow orange
the windows in the building are dark purple red
and right next to that is the blue blue blue of the sky
part of the wall across from me is lavender right now
and the other part is reddish brown
and the fireescape on the reddish brown building is a dark silhouette that goes up into the sky
and is framed on the glowing yellow orange and the blue
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| Thursday, December 15th, 2005
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1:57 am
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it's kind of late right now, and i'm the last one up. i was downstairs in my living room and the blinds on the sliding glass door were open. when i shut the lights to go upstairs, the glare on the window from the indoor lights went away. and i saw something amazing.
the moon tonight is full i think, and it is casting a blue light. the golf course behind my house is completely covered in snow, it reflected the blue light so much that it looked like it was glowing. it's absolutely beautiful. the trees around the golf course cast shadows onto the blue snow. there were actually shadows from the moonlight! it was so amazing to see. blue glowing snow with delicate tree shadows. when i think of winter, this is how i romaticize it in my mind. it's how i remember winter being when i was a little kid. there's an element of magic to it. it's not the same as the cold bitter winters i've come to know a little too well these past few years. sure there were some beautiful moments, but this is something quite different.
i just wanted to write about it because i found it to be so beautiful. i would take photographs but i don't think there's enough light for my camera, and using a flash would obviously defeat the purpose. it's just wonderful
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| Saturday, December 10th, 2005
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2:50 pm
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sitting in front of the fire right now. i made it. first i carried in a whole lot of wood because i had a dream last night that someone did, and made a huge pile next to the fireplace and i didn't have to keep going out for more. good plan, because now i can just keep throwing more and more wood onto the fire. even though the wood takes up a good amount of floor space, i think it's definitely worth it.
so what else. things are pretty different right now from the last time i wrote anything substantial in here (basically i think i wrote once since last May and it was about pitchfork). upcoming: i go to barnard in January! that's right, no more hamilton...moving to the city. i'm a little sad to be leaving the things that are very familiar to me there, particularly brad and walter and goldberg, but i don't really associate them with hamilton at all, so leaving there shouldn't change too much. also, the plan is to go to china with jenn right before i start school in January. that is going to be so great, and i can speak zhongwen and see how it goes over.
that was pretty conventional, i really must say. which is a little funny i think, since it's not like anyone who reads this doesn't talk to me regularly.
outside in the winter it seems like everything is grey. of montreal tells the story: in their bereavement all of her colorful friends turned to a milky grey depressing blend which incidentally made Grey feel inane so he set off to find a less trite identity one as stunning and bold as Scarlet used to be. that reminds me of winter. but i think even though everything seems grey you can still actually see all the colors mixed in there. the snow looks white. but actually, there's purple blue yellow red orange snow too. and the trees....wow. i mean you think trees in the winter are grey and brown, which they are. but what are grey and brown? the trees are so purple sometimes it's amazing. and there's this big beautiful weeping willow in my backyard, it's trunk is yellow red and orange. and the further out on the branches you look, it gets blue and green. it's almost like grey and brown aren't colors in themselves, they're like mixes of all different colors. but i guess that's what they all are. it's like they all just blend from one to the next to another. even black is colorful. at night everything is still colorful, it's just in a different light. i think i could probably talk forever about this...haha an art major taking a break from school...
so i'll be studying architecture at barnard. that is so exciting to me. there are some architects who have a background in art, and i always think their stuff is amazing. imagine how a city would look if all the buildings were designed not only to be functional, but to be beautiful. walking through a city would be so amazing. of course there are buildings like that, and they are really wonderful. i want to always design things like that. taking the beauty of the building and it's surroundings into mind too. to make it look like it somehow belongs there. when things just make sense, when they just fit together it feels so complete, so sure. like when you're walking in a forest, you don't think about how strange it is that there are huge wooden protrusions jutting out from the ground all around you. because it makes sense, because they belong there. why can't that theory be applied to buildings and cities? of course it wouldn't be exactly like a forest, because it'd be a city, and they are very different places. but the idea of how the forest just makes sense, how it's not strange, it's just amazing...that idea i'd like to see applied to architecture.
so, either way there's a lot of interesting stuff.
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| Monday, November 21st, 2005
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12:35 pm - how strange it is to be anything at all
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i haven't written in here for a pretty long time
i don't even know if anyone reads this
but i have something that i am very pleased to report
first of all, i saw elf power with jenn last week
as if that weren't good enough, JEFF MANGUM APPEARED
i saw him at the olivia tremor control show also
very very exciting whoa totally yeahyeahyeah ok
however there was no report of this anywhere that i could find
so i wrote to pitchforkmedia.com
and now, they have quoted me in their article
i might just qualify for a title involving indie music nerdiness
i will spare you the lying...
this makes me a very happy girl
oh and if anyone else wants to read the article
to experience my ohsocoolness first-hand that is haha
it's actually one of theie headliners today (whoa)
http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/news/05-11/21.shtml#jeffmangum
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| Wednesday, May 11th, 2005
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9:47 pm - More On the Subject of Peanut Butter, and Some on Other Things
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so because brad works as a ta in opus at night, i decided to keep him company tonight. in fact, that's where i am right now. shortly after i sat down, i said "wow, how good do those cookies smell?" to which brad agreed, wholeheartedly.
a few moments pass as we work solidly on our respective papers.
then, i remark, "i think i must be allergic to something in here, because my throat always gets itchy." all i get from brad is a solemn stare, as though he knows something i do not know. finally, he says, "you know what it might be," a suspensful pause, "i can smell peanut butter cookies."
now, my faithful readers, i am sure you will remember a previous entry in which i explored the possibility of myself having a minor allergy to peanuts and their many varied relatives. it appears, on this cool early summer's evening, that arachis hypogaea have formed some aversion to me. though i cannot quite understand what these leguminous beings have against me, i am sure it must be something, for i understand them to usually be rather peaceful creatures. i am sure that, with time, i will come to a peace with them, for i am so very fond of Sun-Pat, Super Smooth Variety.
on another note, and on other things, i was extremely pleased to have caught a frog yesterday (a rather large leapord frog to be exact), and thus made a new friend and i am happy.
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| Tuesday, May 3rd, 2005
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5:25 pm - Peanut Butter, Sun-Pat Super-Smooth is Preferable
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Peanut butter is delicious. The best peunut butter is the world is called Sun-Pat, and I believe the Super Smooth variety is superior. However, even the crunchy varieties are sure to be superior to all the rest of the world's peunut butter. Unfortunately, I don't think that Sun-Pat, of any variety, is available to me here in this country. However, I am content to substitute, though temporarily of course, with Jiffy peanut butter.
Despite my love for this creamy butter, I have an issue with peanut butter, no matter how delicious it is. First of all, it should automatically come with some thirst-quenching milk. Skim preferred. More seriously, I think I may have developed a small allergy to peanut products. Yes, I think I just might be becomming one of those weird people whose bodies cannot properly process something as simple as a peanut. Why? Well I don't know. I just have the evidence. Which is that everytime I swallow a spoonful or eat some peanut butter on bread, or become engaged in any other delicious peanut-butter related incident, my face gets hot, my eyes water, and my mouth gets dry and itchy. It's bothersome because it makes me a little nervous about eating peanut butter. Fortunately, I have a strong will not only to survive, but also to continue with my peanut butter eating habits.
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| Wednesday, April 27th, 2005
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9:20 pm - The Brabbling Book
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well tonight after eating diner in the dinner, brad and i balked over the widge and lalked a tittle about the brabbling book that ban underneath the ridge. now, i have a flight seeling that i hay mave caught the brabbling of the book. frather requently this evening i have mound fyself brabbling fery vreely. it gives one flight a muid spanner of meaking. geverything ets umbled jup, but i thill stink thy moughts get across. well, it's letting gate and i wave tork to do, so i'll heave it lere so you don't catch the brabbling of the book hike i lave.
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| Saturday, February 26th, 2005
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4:55 pm
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so i was on the train falling asleep and i was thinking about when i was on the deck writing about the birds and how i fell asleep in the sun that day and what i must have looked like to the birds up there who saw me sleeping after i wrote about them
you know how it feels to be thirsty? well in the beginning of the term the first time i made prints in photo and rinsed them off in the water, i put my hands in and i felt like my whole body was thirsty. and ever since then, i have had the biggest urge to go swimming, like that's the only way to quench this thirst. even in the shower i make it cold at the end, but it doesn't really help at all.
and also, i want to lay in the sun. i am sure i said this a million times, at least, but i want to feel the sun on my skin. i actually like the way the sun feels when you start to get sunburned. that tingly feeling. and it just feels so nice. and then, when it gets to be too much, i want to jump in the water, and have the little fish come up to me wondering what i could possibly be. and then, they can come right up to me and nibble on my skin until it tickles too much and i twirl around to make them swim away.
and when it rains, i want to go out into the rain and just let it drip down my whole self and i think that's the cleanest feeling. even when you are in a city, the rain feels nice, even though it's probably not very clean and even though there are so many people around.
i just think everything feels better when all the people i love are around, and we can be outside and it feels so go, and then only go in when we want to do something else inside. being outside should be the default. i think that's it right there.
being outside should be the default, and going inside should be the exception. i don't like the winter because it makes it so hard to enjoy the outside things that i love. and if i decide to go through all the hassle of coat hat boots socks pants shirts thermal underwears gloves scarves and all of that in many many layers of bulk and not very comfortableness, i get outside, can't feel the sun at all, and have tripled in size. oh. and the water's usualy frozen. enough of winter talk
i want to see the summer shadows in the summer. i miss the golden summer light that comes through and feels so nice even if you are inside. for some reason, i keep getting inside images in my head. the first one is the back porch in the upstairs of Jimmy's house. probably because of all the windows and the light coming in and since we use that way out to get into the backyard a lot to go lay in the sun on top of the fort and under the trees. and then we can lay on top of the fort, and the big branches make pretty shadows over us and the light comes through and it's so warm and so wonderful and so nice. the second one is the one from when i was little 10 months old down the shore and my crib was by the sliding glass door which was open. and there were dark wood panel walls, and white linen curtains. and i could hear the ocean outside, and the sea breeze coming in and blowing the white curtains in the room. and i know i was so little but i remember this so clearly. and the whole room was filled with summertime light and warmth, so i cried until my parents came and got me and they were wearing their robes and my mom's was pink and my dad's was blue. and the curtains were white and the walls were dark brown and the light was golden.
i found a very pretty dress today that's my mom's. and she said i could wear it. it's tan with little flowers on it and it's got that ruffly-ness across the chest and also ruffly-ish straps. and it's very light and it makes me smile. and for my photo assignment which was portraiture i took some pictures of myself in it and i also took pictures of the dress without me in it because it reminds me of me. which is like portraiture, in a way. but it's like summer, and i like it
i want to be at the lake on the rock with the snakes and the lizards and see the birds over me and the trees and breath in the warm air and feel the sun on my skin and feel how much i love all of those things and be there with the people i love. and just to sunbathe with Jimmy on that rock and laugh about the snakes and smell the little flowers that grow there and eat the blueberries...yeah it's wonderful. and then when eric and walter and jennie come too, it's just so many things to smile about. i think brad would like it there a lot too. i just want to have everyone there who loves it there. but i think it's going to be hard for that to happen. even the regulars. jenn and walter are going to be in philly i think, and i am not sure about eric. but it's ok. i am not complaining even a little tiny bit about going with Jimmy when we have time to go, and the snakes and lizards and fish and birds will be there. it's so lovely there.
i leave to visit Jimmy a week from Thursday. this excites me very very much. super much. and i get there and we go see bright eyes with eric. and it's supposed to be a lot warmer there too (of course it is. i go to school in the snow belt or ice belt or something. very cold belt). i am going to bring my zebra print jacket. and i applied to go to the glasgow school of art next year. so i hope i get in, but i am trying not to get my hopes up to much.
i feel like good things are ahead
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| Tuesday, February 1st, 2005
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11:36 pm
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a moment ago, i had quite a bit written here. however, i changed my mind about what i wanted to say. briefly, it was a series of rhetorical questions and statements, eventually leading to my belief that people have the right to their own opinions (ah, yes, freedom of speech), and providing that each holds to some level of common decency for others, and expects, on some level, that there are other points of view, there shouldn't be much trouble in discussing these things.
however, this is what i didn't want to say.
instead, i would like to bring up that turning into a lot of different coloured fishes at will or not at will would be an interesting experience. and that happiness turned into delirium, but i don't know why, i wasn't told. but that even delirium can be happiness, and doesn't have to be utter delirium. still, delirium cannot understand things without being delirium, and this can cause obvious differences of perception. i know happiness, i recognize delirium, and i like many-coloured fishes.
off to the photo lab
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| Sunday, January 30th, 2005
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11:40 pm
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already, staring at this big blank white box i know i won't be able to say what i want to say
needless to say most things aren't black and white
i want to just come out and say the things that are on my mind but i can't make myself do it
not here
i want to say just forget it, but if i did then why would i even post this?
i don't like drama
and i don't like to be vague either, but i guess it's sort of the way it's going to be if i write about it
though i know certain people won't find it vague at all
in fact, i think i've said enough already
regular update? still at school, it's alright i suppose, i leave when i want to, which is often, and i believe, for personal betterment. next year i hope to study abroad, which i will do, provided that i get accepted. who reads this anyway that doesn't know these things? there are more people who don't read this that know these things, so i guess i won't go into too much detail. if people read this who i haven't talked to in a long time, i guess i'll come off as really depressed. i'm not though, really i'm not at all to be honest. i think i only write in here when something is bothering me a lot, and i feel the need, though not the ability, to share it
in general things are good. i'm pretty happy with most things. i get tied up in the moment sometimes and i get sad, but what is being a human being for anyway, then? it's true, change what you don't like, and try to adjust to the things you can't change. easier said than done, of course. also, dwell on the good stuff. i do my best to follow these things i know how good i have things, and i don't forget it, i know it.
what is the point of this post? i feel like i am asking a bunch of rhetorical questions and saying things that may or may not mean anything to other people. i'm just typing out of habit it seems.
yeah i was right, i couldn't say what i wanted
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| Thursday, December 16th, 2004
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12:20 pm
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phew long time no update i think the last time i wrote here was in July, and i was laying on my deck watching clouds and birds
well now, it is December. i am at school, and if i look into the sky there are either black crows or snowflakes or hail that come to meet my gaze. i have a paper due in 3.5 hours, and i am happy about that. i tried starting last night, but i have the dreadful habit of just not being able to work if i'm not under pressure. well, i need the pressure of not too much time, otherwise the pressure of having a seemingly endless amount of time overwhelms me, and, as it did last night, i fell asleep at around 1:30 or 2. not of course, before talking to Jimmy, who i called up crying because i didn't know how to do my paper. amazingly, even though i woke him up at 5am his time, he stayed on the phone with me until i went to bed helping me through my paper bit by bit. i was upset because i thought i had no way to write it. now i see i was just too tired to do it and, i suppose, i subconsciously knew i didn't have to do it just yet. but i needed him to help me get through it, i am so thankful to have someone who doesn't mind if i call them at 5am all upset from a stupid paper not knowing what to do. i am just amazed that he's not only ok with me waking him up, but he'll also stay on the phone with me for an hour and a half or two, coaching me and all the while making me laugh and cheering me up. Jimby, i don't think you read this, cause i tell you everything anyway, but if you do, thanks so so much...i can't say it enough (which i did already tell you). and this is not a rare occurance. i know how lucky i am, i know i have so much going for me, and sometimes i just need to remember it and i feel better about everything. good school, even if i complain, good friends and family, and just everything is good. love love love love is all you need
also, i don't like coffee. however, in an attempt to wake myself up a little, which i am sure will prove feeble as it always does, i decided to try some from our dining hall. it is called cafe kilamanjaro. last time i checked, there were no cafes on kilamanjaro, certainly Hemingway was not aware they were there. his story depicts a man and woman on safari or hunting or whatever out there, and the man gets gangrene because he got a scratch from a plant. hopefully it wasn't from a coffee bean producing plant, and hopefully the effects of gangrene can not be brewed into a mediocre cup of coffee. the good news is, i feel fine and i think gangrene is a bacteria or something not directly from a plant, but rather one that settles into a delicious fresh wound and eventually kills the person. the less good news is that, if there are cafes out there, the man and his wife could have sought help from one of the cafe owners instead of waiting for a plane to come and rescue them.
all in all, i prefer hot chocolate
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| Sunday, November 14th, 2004
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7:27 pm - "Epitaph of the Politician" by Hilaire Belloc
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Here richly, with ridiculous display,
The politician's corpse was laid away.
While all of his aquaintance sneered and slanged,
I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.
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| Thursday, July 29th, 2004
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12:37 pm
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right now i am outside laying on my deck. i am very happy that i can do this and be on the computer, and the internet, at the same time. i have been out here for some time now, about fourty minutes or so. well fourty minutes since i closed my computer, but now i have opened it again.
i love to lay in the sun and look up at the clouds and see how the different clouds are on different levels. that is to say, some of them are higher up than others. i think there are about three levels. the really interesting thing about it though, is how the different levels move independently of one another. the wind in each level must be different, because the clouds each in their private balconies overlap and swirl and move at different speeds and are even different colors.
i also really like it when there are clouds over the sun and you can see the rays of light shooting out from the edges of the clouds and from the little holes in the clouds. actually, before today i never saw it in the middle of the day, usually just at dawn or dusk when the sun isn't too bright yet. but today it's different and it's really pretty.
below the cloud layers are also layers of birds. the topmost layer consists only of this large kind, i think they are hawks. they just hang out up there, playing on the wind and never flapping a wing. they go in big circles and usually are alone. the only time it's different is when they spot something delicious, i suppose and suddenly there are dozens of them flying in the same circle, but very small compared to the solo circles. sometimes they come down and look around, but then they take off again.
today the next level is mainly swallows. they are the smallish birds that fly really quickly and though they fly alone, there are always a lot of them. they are long and slender, and their wings go back almost to the end of their pointed tails. most of the most interesting things about the swallows is the way they fly. not only do they fly very quickly, but it seems almost eratic. they will go straight for the longest time, and then suddenly perform a sort of loop in the sky and shoot in the opposite direction. probably if i asked someone why they did this, i would be told that they are following some yummy bug, but i prefer to think that they do it for fun because it looks like so much fun. i know that if i was a swallow, i would definately fly like that for the thrill. they free-fall, twist around, and loop everywhere so gracefully that i can't understand how it isn't fun. unless you don't have the stomach for it, in which case it wouldn't be enjoyable afterwards. but still during i think it would be fun.
the birds that fly closest to the ground are the finches and other small birds. they fly in groups and make a lot of noise. the one thing that always amazes me about them is how when they fly they do it in sync. for example, they will be going quickly in a straight line, but suddenly they all change course and make a sharp turn going in a different direction. these birds often land, they spend a lot of time on the bird feeder on my deck, in fact. some of them are quite colorful. there are yellow goldfinches, and purple martins, and blue jays, and blue birds. i like how they land somewhere near me and watch me for a while before deciding if it is safe to let their guard down long enough to eat the seeds from the feeder. my dog doesn't see them well enough anymore, so he usually doesn't bark at them, so even if he's out here they don't mind it. sometimes they watch from the trees and sit in the garden below.
it's strange how i rarely write in this but when i do it's like i don't know when to stop. of course none of this has any real relevence, except to me and maybe some other people i don't know. but it's like, i am laying out here and it's so nice that i just want everyone to know it. i love the feeling of the sun on my skin and i love it when it's so warm my skin tingles. probably means i am burning a bit but i think i am past it. and i really like the colors of everything today also, but i won't go into it.
i guess maybe i will make a good art major hahaha
but hopefully architecture will be good too
i want to build things with lots of layers like how the sky is and i really appreciate the architects down the shore for almost always designing with optimum view in mind. houses with a lot of decks and balconies and windows are my favorite. i once had a dream that an angel showed me how to make clouds, and that only true lovers could live on them. it would be fantastic living on a cloud.
well that's been a bit of writing for here. i think i will end by saying i am grateful for the people i can enjoy this stuff with.
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| Tuesday, June 22nd, 2004
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4:26 pm
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I am sad the lollapalooza was cancelled...
why is it that rock festivals seldomly seem to work out the way they are planned?
there were so many bands i wanted to see so so much
hopefully they will have different tours because i am sure a lot of people are disappointed
my Mom says that something good comes out of everything
i will look for it
other note
yesterday i went for a walk with my littlest sister in the woods
and everytime she found a raspberry she would break it in and each of us would have one half of a raspberry
and i thought it was so sweet because raspberries are quite small, but she wouldn't have it any other way
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| Friday, June 4th, 2004
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7:48 am - originally written on 2 25 02, via jennie's journal
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driving along...
So, i'm driving along with some friends of mine, Kara and Walter, when we get pullled over by a policeman(fancy that!)
note:in new jersey, there's this ridiculous law that you only get your "provisional liscence" at seventeen, so you can only drive with members of your "residence" and one other person....
officer:can i see your liscence, miss?
jenn:(shuffling around for it... pause... hands to officer)
officer: this is only a provisional liscence...
jenn:yes?
officer: Are these passengers of a shared residence? Or relatives?
walter: well, officer, we all share the world... (dream like, or stoned)
kara: we are all brothers and sisters of teh mother planet...(same tone as walter)
officer: may i ask where you're going?
walter:no
kara:it's not the final destination that truly matters, it is the spiritual journey through this world and the next...
jenn: yeah, man....
officer (to kara): your age, miss?
kara: why dear sir! (laughs, adopts posh british accent) Do you truly beleive that age is anything more than a limit on our true souls? Is it NOT that our true souls are eternal?
jenn: do they not exist long after the coporeal existence has ceased?
officer: (scratches head, expression confused AND bemused) well...
walter: (also with posh british accent) By George! I think he's got it! (previous state of "intoxication"/tripping) each individual life is only a moment in the greater fabric of time...
jenn:whoaaa... that's deep
kara:far out
officer: have any of you used drugs or alcohol while driving?
jenn: no sir, of course not!
kara: we would never do something like that!
walter: we always take care of things we need to do BEFORE leaving the house...
(forced laughter from confused and slightly daunted police officer. note: he is quite young and new to his job, nothing yet has prepared him for this...)
officer (to jenn): miss, can you please step out of the vehicle and walk this line?
jenn:(sitting quite comfortably in car, starts singing Johnny Cash's country classic, "I Walk the Line")
kara (over jenn's off-tune and repetetive singing (she only knows two lines of the song)):Lines and barriers exist only in our minds to keep us from the true path to enlightenment and knowledge of ourselves...
walter:yeah, you know, all a line really is is an intersection between two plains... it only has one dimension, therefore no width, therefore it cannot exist in our three-dimensional existence...
jenn: (still singing, except louder and more off-key)
kara: (over din of jenn's noise) besides, if a line never ends, how can it begin?
officer:(beginning to look quite pale) ummmmmm.... y'all know, math never was my strong suit
kara/walter: it's not about the numbers, dude...
jenn: does anyone know the next line to this song? (giggles)
kara: well, sir, mr.officer, we must continue our journey.
walter: (once again in posh british accent)yes it was jolly good fun conversing with you...
kara:(in the same tone)shall we do it again over tea?
jenn:no, at the anti-globalization protest! (revs up engine of 1968 VW beetle)
officer: allright, ummmmmm, if y'all just leave me alone, i'll pretend i never saw you... Just remember the twelve second rule; don't want you hurting others... always look twelve seconds ahead
jenn: no, we love our fellow human beings...
kara: (to walter) he's into quantum, too...
walter: woooowwwwww....
They drive off into the great unknown. The car floats up into the sky, then dissappears (or at least they think it does...)
Note: this was remembered by Jenn and Kara during F-block, in order to procrastinate studying for exams... and everything else that needs to be done.
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| Wednesday, May 5th, 2004
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3:33 pm
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so today i had a good conversation with spellman my music theory teacher
s pellman so spellman
and by good i mean it was one of those rare conversations here that make me think
it started with musical cadences and then to what we think this school needs to improve (much)
much in between that make me think
ended up with communism/utopia and why they aren't the same haha
and we were talking about utopian ideals
and how here is not like that very much at all
and then the hamilton comparison went away
he told me of a place where everyone was married to everyone else
which i had a lot to say aboutand so did he
the placec considered all utopian ideals
but lasted for 12 years and collapsed
i guess it wasn't very utopian at all now hm
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| Tuesday, April 20th, 2004
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10:30 pm - strawberries are delicious
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i am eating strawberries and they are delicious. it reminds me of the summertime all the times i ate strawberries and fresh fruit and especially canteloupes. and it makes me think of all the times i stayed at Jimmy's house and he would wake me up with strawberries in bed that we would share. and it makes me think of you telling me how much you loved nectarines and eating them so that in the summer you would be outside and the juice drips all down your hands. and the warmth of the sun on your back and the wind in your hair. and it makes me think of laying in the hammock and laying in the grass in laying in the car looking out at the lake or at the bay. laying on the beach in the sun or even in the winter just to be there and just somehow.........strawberries remind me of all the things i love.
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| Monday, January 26th, 2004
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5:33 pm
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my music theory teacher told me today "music is a mental phenomena occassionally accompanied by an acoustical reality."
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