LYRICS PLAYLIST THING!
(sort of)

Wicked Little Town" -- Tommy Gnosis
"There's no mystical design, no cosmic lover preassigned

Stumpside -Rasputina
"Just ask for nothing, you get what you get. I asked for something; I've not got it yet."

Medication -- Modest Mouse
"So you go to the library to get yourself a book and you look and you look but you didn't find anything to read."

Count Olaf -- Gothic Archies
"Run run run run run run or Die die die die die die die."

Free Money -- Patti Smith
"Scoop the pearls up from the sea, cash them in and buy you everything you need."

Going to Georgia - The Mountain Goats
"The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it's you and that you're standing in the doorway."

Me and My Charms -- Kristin Hersh
"And when the lights go out I pick the angel of I only have two left feet."

(get ready for a lot of Bikini Kill)

Bloody Icecream -- Bikini Kill
"I've got another good one for you. We are turning cursive letters into knives."

For Tammy Rae -- Bikini Kill
"I know it's cold outside, but when we're together, I got nothing to hide."

Rest in Pissedoffedness -- Bikinin Kill
"Don't tell me it don't matter, don't tell me it don't matter, don't tell me I've had three days to get over it. It won't go away."

Peach Plum Pear -- Joanna Newsome
"This is unlike the story it was written to be."

We laugh at danger(and break all the rules) -- Against Me!
The Wholse Damn Song!

It was a birthday gift
of a Mexican Telecaster
And from this day on I will play along
to all my young pioneers records
And there will be a poetry spoken silently between me and the stereo
I'll work mornings
and you can work through the night
Mary, there is no hope for us
If this GM van don't make it
across the state line
we might as well lay down and die
Because if Florida takes us
we're taking everyone down with us
Where we're coming from
will be the death us
And I cannot help but hold on
to a handful of times
when what was spoken
was a revolution in itself,
and what we were doing
was the only thing that mattered
And how good it felt
to kill the memory of nights spent
holding your shirt for the smell
I heard you used to cry
when you made love to him
but this band will play on
Because all we can do is what we've always done.
And on and on and on





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in my ear: for tammy rae, bikini kill, and soon it will probably be we laugh at danger(and break all the rules) by against me!

It's extremely common knowledge that I don't blog anymore but I've done things worth telling my friends about, but without a prepared speecyh, my tongue could get tied --into a pretty bow, but tied nonetheless! So you all know what happened the first week of hoiday break because it happened to all of us. Granted, we may all have different versions of our experiences ranging from the ecstatic to the tragic, but I'm still skipping that part and heading to the turning point. This was driving to Mississippi. I slept the whole way. ("Fascinating!" said the hushed voices.)Upon our arrival, two grandparents, that will in the future be referred to as Granny and Grandaddy, stodd framed in the door way.
Interesting facts: Grandaddy plays the "mouth organ," and I got a "mouthn organ" for Christmas. I can hardly ever understand a word he says for his is a language of quiet roughness, but he hardly speaks. Granny, however, speaks all the time. She thinks June looks like a cat.
When we had finished unloading the vehicle and were only just catching out breaths, Granny pulled down her encyclopedia to show us that it said that cairn terriers have unique features that make them look like cats. Mom got sick --the flu, maybe-- and substituted her secret cup of port for niquil or something. There was no James Bond marathon, but one channel was showing "A Christmas Story" nonstop, which we watch every year by mistake. We avoided it this year, and watched a Frank Capra marathon, or at least I did. Everyone was in bed by the time it ended.
Then we had Christmas. We gave Granny and Grandaddy robes which I think they liked. I got a hat, a sweater, and a t shirt with the tootize roll pop owl from the old commercials. (Mr. Owl, how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootzi roll pop?) Granny told me I lost weight, and that I used to be kind of chubby, and was also really surprised Alanna's size small clothes fit, even though Alanna always gets size small. Hey, she's the one that feeds me bacon, whipcream, and petrified cheerios. This lady wanted me to take a picture of th centerpiece at dinner, but due to a full memory card, it's been deleted.
Then we drove to Georgia to have Christmas with them. On the way, I got a little sleep and listened to Margeret Cho's book on tape to discover her life is much sadder than I'd thought, which is saying something. Alanna and I tried to watch It's Been a Hard Day's Night on her new laptop --yes, she had a new laptop-- but it ran out of battery. I love Ringo.

Will continue later. Don't want to make you stay here.





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The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Third Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	High
Level 2 (Lustful)	Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Very High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Moderate
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Moderate

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

listening to: wutheringwutheringwutheringheights!!!!!

Also, today is *cough* the last day of summer*cough* a very lazy day. I'm going to get very lost tomorrow without a map or schedule. I plan to take Sara's advice which is to take Lena's advice which is to sit down and cry if I should lose my way. I am also they will make me work, and I am quite sure I have forgotten everything. Math is the intrument of the devil. I'm sure someone out there believes that because math and science are so closely related and science is so conflicting with the bible. Wouldn't it be fascinating if the sun exploded the same day as the rapture? All the zombies Jesus style would be swimming in a huge nothingness of space. I'm not quite sure what a rapture is. I wonder if it is anything like being a freshman on the first day of highschool. *sigh* The other day asked me what I thought about love. I told her it sucks. I don't exactly think that, but what can you do with a school and no map and no supplies? I will lose Lena and Sara into oblivion and follow Shirley Temple's advice in the movie about orphans.

BE AN POTIMISTIC
DON'T YOU BE A GRUMPY
WHEN THE ROAD GETS BUMPY JUST SMILE SMILE SMILE
BLAH BLAH BLAH
WHEN YOU'RE SAD, NO BODY LOVES YOU

I will sing this at the top of my lungs every time I turn around a wrong corner. If I am lucky, they will think i am insane and take me away.

Now I"m listening to Girl's School by Rasputina

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i didn't see the gorilla. i don't even have a picture yet.

today was mom's birthday. it started nicely with eating ice cream for lunch and watching a delicious john cusack movie starring the delicious duo of him and mini driver. *sigh of wonder* And we gave her presents, which included a bird feeder, even though she thought her only present was the patti smith concert from forever ago. but then at "dinner" --two mooses and two creme brulays!-- there was some crazy argument over directions. long story short, alanna and i are terrible, mainly me. but mom says she doesn't hate me. why am i so thoughtless? why am i so mean? it's against everything i've tried to stand for since i was nine or ten or something like that. don't argue with me! i am so thoughtless! my only hope is that one day i'll just get over it and poof! i'll be a good person again. you know, the kind with virtues. anyway,.....

in my ear:miles of MODEST MOUSE! modest mouse forever! but soon i will be thrashing to happy songs in my room such as magic star and we laugh in the face of danger(and break all the rules.) thankyou, alanna

p.s. i got cast as sister's friend! i forsee a silly, talkative girl painting toenails and laughing and thrashing to happy music! afterall, what else could sister's friend possibly do? I also forsee this to be a fun part to play, although maybe not as challenging, but maybe I'm being arrogant and gullible, but why is this something to obsess over? because i am an obsessive, gutless wonder and i am interested in only my interests! mwhahahahahohohoooooooooooooooooholy things. if only i had a heart and brains and the nerve.
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yayay! i'm so happy. they put the purple "love rules" advertisment gorilla back up down the street. i want to hug it, but i'll take a picture or something instead. I got home from Amelia's house a little while ago. It was make your own pizza night at the Rice residence, and I got the most lovely artichoke, olive, olive oil, basil, tomato, onion, and pepper slice of life, or --as it is called-- slice of pizza. OH, YUM. And we watched lots of things such as Ab Fab, Mystery Men, and It's a Hard Day's Night. I'd forgotten how endearing they all are, especially Ringo with his little bobby head. I love him all over again. Amelia and I decided he reminds us of Devin, then we realize we'll never see Devin or Brian ever again because they're being shipped off to private schools. Why? Why? Brian, you're Jewish! ( it's a christain school.) Anyway, I have to give the dog a bath, there's water in my ear, my room looks like a pluto moon, and my pen ran out of ink.

in my ear:
posted by Barnacle |
 

MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
hey hey hey. i just got back from my "audition" or whatever it was that was for Brandon's movie. I should have acted cool and polite and I never should have made jokes, but what can you do. He basically wrote the part of the sister's friend so we could both be in it, which was very nice. We were taken to a little room where we had to read lines with Tim, the brother, about trees and phones and headless chickens and his girlfriend. It was fun, but I don't think I did as good a job as I could have. Plus, I look nothing like Tim, so the sister's friend role better get ready for me! Eileen says I act more like his sister's friend because we know each other, but this is ACTING, so we can both act like we know him. I just looked at the comments on DOY and Eileen said something about how I was decidedly uncomfortable around her. I haven't been decidedly uncomfortable all day! I think things go on in that girl's head that aren't things that go on in the world, but my life is full of interesting people like that. Amelia called and said we should do something, and I most completely sweetly agree with her. Something must be done. I may have done too much the past couple days. Sara is living here, almost, and Eileen is half living here. Alanna and Sara and I watched Degrassi's newest chapter entitled "It's Raining Men," followed by a showing of The Breakfast Club. There was much hugging and oreos and laughing on my couch that night. Sara slept on the crappy pillow, but I didn't know she didn't like that pillow. I also accidentally kicked her in the stomach the other night in my sleep. I must stop doing things like that. Dad just found Boys for Pele in an opera box. Mom thinks it's my falt. Why would I take a CD of opera out of its opera case in the first place, only to put my CD into it? Why? Because I'm wicked.
love,
me



in my ear: the wanting rumblings of hunger. ha ha.
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i am very upset right now. don't know why. frustrated and bored and i want to eat somethings that are good, but where do they go? i have not seen any of the friends that are my-size, nor have i made an effort. sara is miles and miles away in sara land, it seems. MILES. absolutely.
and. oh, huff. i had a sad dream. at first it was the two gay guys eating pizza. they had slick pony tails. their conversation was very intense. then one of them starts talking about a dead wife and kids, and all of a sudden i'm in the street with this gray blue sky and busy curvy streetness, and there is a bus, and a woman and these babies get thrown out of the window of the bus. and these acrobat ninjas were supposed to catch them, but it was a scheme and they didn't catch them because they were BAD acrobat ninjas. and the babies are no where to be seen and the woman isn't dead. she's shouting and her spine is broken, but -this part seems funny now- her legs and high heeled feet are waving around in the air, and when i go over to her, she kicks me. she kicks me again and again and shouts and i stand there so she won't get run over. then a group of women with short hair and floral green dresses pass by, and i ask them if they could please call the police, and they say "of course!" and laugh and get out a cell phone, and i look at the woman, and i wake up.
i want to go home. i don't want to go to georgia, for some reason. i want to be in a collage paint paper prefect place like on my wall. that would be nice.
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