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[19 Oct 2008|11:46pm] |
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[01 Aug 2008|09:55pm] |
Today wore me out! Fell asleep around 5 am and stirred from my cocoon four hours later for a trip to the Everglades Alligator Farm with my dad. I anticipated underwhelming, sketchy, redneck exhibits placed far apart under baking sun in a place run by bugs and the bugheaded. That may have been the case, but not only did I fall in love with the park, the drive to and from offered views of pineapple groves, lush green fields, and a high-security, heavily barbed prison. Probably lame, but fucking memorable.
I kicked off my morning by holding a tiny baby alligator, not more than a year and a half old. No big deal. Just the cutest thing on the planet breathing into my palms with soft squishy skin. Shortly after we boarded our airboat sitting calmly on mucky, muddy water home to wild gators and turtles not too shy to skim the edges for a finger chomp. The guides cleverly separated the adults from the children into two boat groups so our boat could be more... liberal. After coasting through the park, pointing out tree species and iguanas, he took us into the middle of the Everglades, nothing surrounding us but distance and hidden predators. We soared through the reeds with the engine blasting through our earmuffs and got completely soaked. The smile never left my dad's face. It was so awesome to hear him laugh every time a wave crashed into us. I can't imagine a better bonding experience.
Wet clothes were happily welcomed once the sun beat down on us, and yet neither of us cared when we were completely dry. We drenched ourselves in sweat from the humidity. After the tour, we saw feedings, explored the grounds, fed baby caiman, and never stopped laughing and taking in the heat like it was our debt to pay for such a good time. They even had panthers, geese, crocodiles, and perfect landing areas for vultures to tempt hungry gators. We bought each other souvenirs and drove home exhausted and in disbelief. What a badass way to see the Everglades.
Pictures to come, unless my camera got too wet on the ride. : )
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I'm in a Tampa prison. I arrived Tuesday and since the front door shut that first time, I haven't been outside. The hour drive from the airport showed me all I need to see in this little piece of hell. On the freeway, rain pounded the car like its bitch, clearing up periodically to show me enough McDonalds and RVs vertically planted in the ground to feed my redneck appetite for an eternity. It took me the entire night to recover from my hour at the airport. The fury I've swallowed for the past eight months when talking, thinking about, associating with my sad mother almost erupted in the car ride. My dad would have driven up from Miami (4-5 hours) to pick me up since my mom failed to answer her cell phones (that’s right, plural) despite having left a message when I was on the plane. Having experienced her history of poor driving and absent mindedness, I didn’t rule out her dying in a car crash. Good start to a trip I’ve dreaded for months. Her lackluster attempts to mend broken bridges simply break more. So inside I’ve been and inside I’ll stay until my dad comes and I finish off the second part of this trip in Miami. I have money for a cab to the mall, but then I’d have to see more of these people. Why suffer humidity if I can embrace AC and pretend I’m not on the west coast of Florida? I’ve been nice to my mom because there’s no point making this more miserable, but she hasn’t helped me avoid outbursts of anger. Nobody makes me wish harm on others the way she does.
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[13 Jun 2008|02:42pm] |
HOLYSHITSUMMER!
I'm waiting in LA (at some people's house while Evin's at work) til traffic subsides to drive my sweet, sweet sluggy ass down to San Diego and hope my car doesn't get stolen before I load my dorm into storage. I'll be aroundish until mid July, after which I'll be in Florida and Canada until mid September. If you want my hugs, here's your chance. I don't really care what I do as long as the couches and beds I share don't make my back ache too long.
I've gotten pathetic sleep lately and it probably won't change anytime soon, but I'm used to the hallucinations and strange tendency to mix waking dreams with reality. I haven't eaten in about a day. I've been wordsick, vomiting as many as I can onto bluebooks and teen-paged term papers on authors I ignored all quarter. It was a satisfying day of physically hard work and I don't care where I end up as long as I never have to repeat the last two quarters again in my life. Eight full-blown English classes in 20 weeks kicks my tight little ass. It's not the difficulty, it's the tediously boring subjects I had to suffer. Granted I read about a fourth of what was required, what I absorbed I absorbed kicking and screaming. How anyone manages to sustain books throughout the quarter and not hate themselves is beyond me. Wait til the end, you get as much done and it takes so little time. I was on vacation until 9th week both times. They got me in the end. Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring.
My body aches for a meal, a hug, and a cozy place to sleep. I can't wait til I have a kitchen at my disposal.
Happy summer, guys.
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[26 May 2008|09:53pm] |
Is anyone in love with you?
That's what they tell me, but no. They're just easy.
Where is your second home?
Shit, where is my first home?
Who did you hug today?
Personne.
What did you do last night?
Dicked around. If it wasn't for a phone call I'd have fallen asleep at 9 pm due to shitty sleep the previous night. Two people in a twin bed adds up to two people with sore bodies and cranky, poor attempts at comfort. A few minutes after waking we realized we should have just fucking cuddled. So much more room. Hahaha
Where are you now?
Reclining in the same dismal wooden chair that has followed me through each of these dorm rooms. I like to think this is my other chairs' twin or cousin or something. They're all fucking terrible.
Did you buy anything yesterday?
Shit no. I've gotten a lot of stuff lately, though. Like good times and jeans. Good times, jeans, food, and coffee.
What days do you like best?
The ones where I feel useful. Today I felt semi-useful til I changed my mind about it. I'm a queen procrastinator. Also, cloudy days. I never feel useful on cloudy days and I never care.
McDonalds or Wendy's?
Chik nugz, frosteez n fries. Only way to navigate those places. To choose one alone would miss the point.
Ever lost a friend?
Yeah, but I usually end up finding them around the corner or a few cars ahead.
Who was the last person you said bye to?
Evina
Who was the last person that called you?
Trevor #2
Favorite drink?
Coffee, Irish Car Bombs, Yager Bombs, fruity wine, water, basically anything that wakes me up, goes down creamy, or makes me feel flirty.
What are your initials?
LBH, like Libby. Or like LBH. <--- pretty ugly looking, I must say
What is your favorite thing to wear?
Someone else ; )
Have you got a best friend?
Yeah, unfortunately. It's rad to have one, but then you're like hey, you're my best friend, I expect this this this and this from you. If you let me down I'll probably bring it up. Then there's this "talk" and you're like shit, you're my best friend why do I have to "talk" to you. And then you get over yourself and the fact that you cared in the first place because let's face it, nobody, including yourself, gives a shit about any of it.
How is the weather right now?
Chilly in all the right places.
What is your current favorite song?
Comin' Home simply because it's the clearest on the album, he does some guitar stuff with the guitar I could look up but don't care to, and the video makes me moist. Christallfuckingmighty. I'm totally lying, too. That's a weak song to choose as my favorite. But it made me happy to think about it for a second. I could name far cooler ones. In fact I'm starting to regret that I didn't. Then again, I also don't care how accurate this is. I should have just said the 60 Minutes theme. tick tick tick tick tick
Where was the last place you went besides your house?
Aside from a few lame places, a few other lame places. I like parties at houses of people I've never met. Did that at least once this weekend.
What's one thing you've learned this year?
That good parking spots can be found. Also, that a few weird things feel good. Ohhhhh yesssss. Also, not to inhale so hard. Also, a fagton of literary facts about writers I'd rather forget than commit to memory.
Does a hug make you feel better?
Well isn't that a question! I'll hug the shit out of you for myself.
What have you done today?
Woke up a couple minutes before my alarm. Treated myself to a few text messages, rendering the alarm clock useless. Pittered around until Flakey McGee decided she had spare time to pay me back a lunch. Showered my hotdamn sexy body. Wore new jeans. Felt pretty all right about myself. Got coffee all up inside me. Realized the room was neat, the mood was right, I needed to outline a paper or so. Turned down plans in favor of a raincheck so I could use said plans for someone else tomorrow. I'm a manipulator and I'm very good. Learned a few things; giggled a lot. Realized this fire I'm lighting under my ass needs more air because I'm fucking sitting on it and nothing's happening. I've never procrastinated so hard in my life and struggled to care about it. Thought a lot about summer and changed my mind about a few things. Compiled ideas for stories that I'll write while ignoring Florida for a few weeks.
How long ago did you hug someone?
Yesterday when Evin left our slumber party.
What are you doing?
Listening to a sexy Canadian's vocal chords all up in my equally sexy, equally feminine ears.
What are you doing tomorrow?
Six hours of lectures. I'm doing it. Also, writing. Also, definitely seeing a movie with Evin and possibly Steve and Anna. It's still crazy for me to acknowledge his sexuality. Awesome, but crazy.
Have you ever given money to a homeless person?
Probably not. Do people give money to me?
If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?
Ohhhhhhh if only I could admit it publicly! Answer #2: a fucking place to call home. None of this dorm-with-a-bathroom or living off others' charity hoohaw. It'd be nice if every now and then I didn't forget my apartment's gone and casually think hey I'll grab that pair of shoes when I go... oh, right. My best stuff is probably mangled in the back corner of a very intimidatingly packed storage unit. Fuck you and your fucking luck.
Where's your favorite place to be in the summer?
The air conditioning. In someone's jacuzzi. Las Vegas. Anywhere but school or my mom's place.
How do you feel about your life right now?
Pretty goddamn great until I realize a lot of stuff sucks a lot of balls a lot of the time. I have some awesome friends, but that inadvertently makes other friends total tits. In non-sequitur ville: I'm excited about some of this potential I'm convinced I have, but also worried it'll go away before I have a chance to apply it.
Whats your myspace mood?
Hahahahaha
Anything special planned this summer?
Shit yes. Many a-thing. Savoring some San Diego before setting off to suffer a week and a half of Tampa and my mom, then wind down another week and a half in Miami to my daddio's loud laughter and all around treasured company.
What person hurt you the most?
Ahhhh if he only had the satisfaction of knowing he did.
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[03 May 2008|12:17pm] |
So, it's probably impossible to respect me after this. I made a video with one of my best friends a few weeks ago. Ummmmm. Ummmmmmm. Hahahahaha.
It wasn't real coke.
Other people have been finding it and asking me about it, so I figured I'd just put it out there on my own. Hahahaha.
Also, the awesome blond dude in the video is Evin Wolverton. He's stupidly talented and writes really funny, clever music. Here's a performance he did a little while back up in Canada.
The fucker can sing. I love it. : )
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[10 Mar 2008|12:11am] |
Oh hey, hey, hey what's up how's it goin?
I'm procrastinating. I guess I'm using you. How's it feel? HMMMMMM
ACKKK that's kinda metafictional. I don't like metafiction. I think it's cheesy. Metafiction should admit it's fucking stupid and stop existing.
Oh hey, how are you?
I have more work than I've ever had to complete in this amount of time. It's not even stressful. I find humor in stupid things. I guess that's why I'm in a good mood all the time. I'm in a good mood until I feel like dying. That's a different sort of mood, I think. I probably wouldn't call it good. It would fall somewhere between funny (like funnybone funny, funny-funny) and unnecessary.
So there's this thing called iTunes (have you heard about it?) and I have it on and it's playing instead of myself making myself (myself) sit in front of my (self) Word document. It's got a lotta bullshit to scooch. Scooch. Like when someone needs a seat and you say, Hey, listen, you can sit here, I'll scooch. Scooching.
I'm going to absolutely stop existing once school's over, probably. That's not even exciting, ya know? I don't, actually. Hmmm
I keep wanting to say "I can say the alphabet backwards really quickly." Like every time I start typing. But it's a fucking lie. Seriously I don't even practice that.
I also keep thinking about sex because Lauren mentioned it. Is that weird? I mean I'm not thinking about sex in association to Lauren. I mean that is weird. I mean that's totally inappropriate. But like... goddamn.
Ellipsis means it's hot. HOT. Caps means it's even hotter than it presumably came across. Sometimes godDAMN HOT. I don't even know what that means.
I've gotten apartment buddy offers from several people and that makes me uncomfortable. I'm choking on strings. Attached. Get it? C'monnnnn. But they all want answers now and unfortunately nobody besides goddamn patty mcplannerface knows what someone like Lo is doing next year. Third person? This has penetrated rock bottom and flung itself into... whatever is below that. SEE?!
In and of itself, baby.
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[03 Mar 2008|02:35pm] |
Last four class to complete my major. :)
Four day weekends again. God yes. That's an "H" for "happy."
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[01 Jan 2008|12:09pm] |
I straight up G'd my shit last night. I can't even count the parties I rolled last night (3). Eyelashes keep rubbing off my onto my keyboard, but my eyes feel sooooo good when I rub them. CONUNDRUM! Wound up at Trev's chillin' with the fam. Had some shampanya (francais pour champagne) and a couple beers. Really thirsty this morning. Coffee was yummy. I hope you got a text from me last night. Verizon was delaying my shit. One mass text kept messing up with one phone number so there's cause for concern that some of y'all didn't get a little love from me. Vous m'excusez, s'il vous plait. Is that even phrased properly? Man. I totally owned Francais 5. NO MORE FRENCH FOR ME! I did better in French 5 than French 4. That's called winning. I purchased 26 books for three of my four classes this quarter. I don't even know what my fourth class will require or what course readers I'll need. JESUS FUCKIN SHIT. Can you 'magine? Kindly S my D if you complain about reading loads this quarter. Holy hell! I hope Trevor reads this and picks up all the slang. RAWR!
HAPPY MUFUCKIN' NEW YEAR, BABIES!
Now, where are my friends?
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[25 Dec 2007|08:49am] |
Annnnnnnnd he left. :(
Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry, Lo will not cry... Lo will not cry.
Sigh.
<3 ma daddio
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[24 Dec 2007|11:14pm] |
All right so I'm never getting addicted to Vicodin. That shit really messes up your style. I've been retarded the past however many days taking it. Lkjasdflkjaskljf ENOUGH!
Anywhom, my daddio leaves early tomorrow morning. Heading across country to deliver my mom's car. What a champ. Leavin' xmas day, pretty sad. I could give a shit about this holiday because let's face it, it's dumb, but the fact everyone's busy makes it that much more lonely. Needless to say, my family skipped the holidays this year. I'll spend it at Trev's, though. It'll be nice to have the apartment to myself until school starts, but I can't lie I'll miss the man. I imagine the next time I see him he'll have packing boxes and a fuming temper ready to load up this place into storage. And the next time I'll peak in at these things around me I'll be preparing for my own place in whatever city after whatever date for whatever job for whatever reason. Maybe I'll live with people! Maybe I'll go nuts! Maybe I'll just rot in hell and curtail all the bullshit!
I can't wait to chew with full confidence again. Every time a chip leaves my front teeth I fear the worst. The stitches have been flirting with my gums and so far I've left at least one in a movie theater (Sweeney Todd). The others... who knows. I like to think of it as a DNA trail for all those who love to love me.
I just got a very nice surprise phone call from a long lost... buddy. Sigh. Life's strange.
Trev and I need to get back into the swing of things because this break has been CHOPPY! What a weird way to chapter a vacation. Enough wisdom teeth, enough! Say goodbye to discomfort and hello to freedom!
Is there anything not boring around here? I'd love to fill my days with something more than TV or movies.
Come on, friends! Where you at?!
I totally call dibs on the next adventure.
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[20 Dec 2007|11:17pm] |
Operation remove four wisdom teeth commenced today at 2:30 pm. Left the building at 3:30. Very smooth surgery. All those hundreds of people who felt pain post surgery and warned me about the discomfort need to suck it or grow a pair. This is child's play compared to what has gone on in my mouth. Besides all the blood accumulating in my mouth and around my lips (SEXY!) the aftermath has been kind of fun. I'm taking vicodin just to feel good. I told my dad my legs feel happy. :P He hasn't left my side. What a good nurse! :D It's definitely fun. The first thing they did was give me laughing gas and my god I wish I could do that all day long without consequences. They warned me about the IV needle and tried to make sure I wasn't nervous, but I told them how I enjoy needles and started laughing that it wasn't a fetish. I felt a little creepy when they said "We need to watch out for this one!!" Haha. Then I started laughing more and tried to hold back so I wouldn't look like a complete tool. Shortly after that I was knocked out and woke up mid-transfer to a waiting bed. As far as eating, I had a cinnamon roll and some lemonade a few minutes ago. I hadn't eaten since 5 last night and was only holding off so I wouldn't taste blood as I swallowed. I'm thinking of eating pizza now, too. So hungry! It doesn't hurt at all even when the drugs wear off. I'm very impressed. I just hope he didn't leave a chunk of tooth in my jaw like he did to Patty (Trev's bro, same surgeon) 'cause an infection would certainly get me back for all this confidence. Sigh. It's nice to be done and on my way to regular swallowing. Blood's good, but it ain't that good. These preventative antibiotics make me sleepy, but as you can tell I'm not exactly ready for bed yet. Great! :D
I think we all need some laughing gas every now and then to take the edge off. MWAH! I love you guys. :)
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[19 Dec 2007|09:52pm] |
Oh, hi! I'm the cutest thing in the world!
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[17 Dec 2007|11:07pm] |
NO BIG DEAL!
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[17 Dec 2007|11:58am] |
I LOVE YOU ALL!!
Okay so wisdom teeth surgery = this THURSDAY!!!!!!! 12/20
We should hang out before and a few days after, haha. I don't know how crazy I'll feel, so that's just a heads up. ZOO!!! I'm serious. When you're home Amos (and everyone else) we should get it planned. :)
I love Gracelyn's mom. She makes silly jokes. :)
AND DANI WE SHALL REUNITE!! Did you talk to Ashface?
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[17 Dec 2007|01:06am] |
I WANNA GO BACK TO THE ZOO AMOS!
We should go to the zoo. :)
WHO'S IN?!
I already have an album of that shit. LET'S MAKE IT A DOUBLE!
My dad's sleepin' in my mom's bed. This is weird.
She's in Florida, though.
Not so weird. :)
Btw, my mom moved to Florida a while ago and this apartment is getting put into storage sometime in the next couple months. I figure I'd just drop that little bomb on ya.
It's a weird story I won't explain, but it's how it goes. I have no idea where I'm living for spring break or summer.
I'm actually not sure if I'm living in LA or SD after graduation. We'll see how people arrange themselves later. God. This kinda sucks a bit.
Hmm in a few days they're inflicting every manner of horror in my mouth. Let's see if I come outta this bruis'd up and fuck'd up.
I'm actually excited to get knocked out. I always wanted to do that when I was younger. I've gotten the giggly gas, but not the sleepy time stuff. And I wanna see them put the needle/IV whatever it is in my arm. Makes me feel legit. And for some sick reason I enjoy it.
I also enjoy waking up and asking my daddio to make two cups of coffee. So much better than doing it myself. Tastes better. Feels like break. I like break. Break break break. I miss my friends, though.
My dad's driving my mom's car across country sometime after I've healed up a little. Two birds one stone EH! He likes that. It'd drive me crazy especially ending up in Florida. Hate that state for every reason people love it.
I'm pretty angry inside. Pretty angry and tired. Pretty angry tired uninspired and lazy. Not as hungry anymore. That's nice. Not that it changes a damn thing.
So YouTube has a lotta cute kitty videos. Just search "talking cat" and holy jesus you won't be disappointed.
Well except for the dubbed videos. Seriously, how fucking lame are you? Cats are funny without personifying them. I meant a different word than personify. It's more specific. Shit. I can't remember what my fat TA a few quarters ago called it. I can call him fat now because I don't rely on him for a discussion grade. I can't get bad karma for that.
Jesus honestly dictionary.com sucks a cockton of balls. GIMME THE WORD.
I could get off my dead ass and check a book. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGH.
YATZEE!!! ANTHROPOMORPHIZE!! Shit yes.
I can't even remember the context in which that stupid word was important.
Anyway, fuck people who think theyre funny enough to dub their voices over cat antics.
My hair's effin' long. I'm 21 in less than two months. That'll change my study habits. Holy god.
Listening to X makes me mad sometimes. Every time, actually. They're pretty annoying save for maybe one song. Oh god and it's a good one!
I say "god" a lot. It even sounds ugly. Yeah well "subway" sounds awesome, but it's a little hard to make that tolerable.
I'm pretty goddamn hyper. I got so used to school being home feels like the opposite of what it should. That was just bad writing.
It feels like I'm waiting to go home. That's what I meant.
Do you ever find weird people sexy? I have a whole line up of unsexy sex machines in my brain. I don't know what I'm doing right now.
How come I can't wear nail polish during surgery? I figured it out once and the fact I've forgotten probably means it was a boring answer. Eh, try me.
HOLY SHIT I WANT A LOT OF MONEY.
I wouldn't even buy dumb shit with it. I'd buy smart shit. Like happiness. Srsly.
UHHHHHHHHHHHH bite me. :)
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[02 Dec 2007|05:05pm] |
And that is my sweet ass schedy for next quarter. Four classes, 20 units. Let's have sex on my weekly four day weekends. :)
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[22 Nov 2007|01:16pm] |
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Happy Thanksgiving, my little shnookums. :)
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[20 Nov 2007|03:39pm] |
I still look like that on the outside, though!
And he still thinks I look okay! He looks good in the birthday prezie I bought him. :)
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