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seriously though.......... coloroverkill, the clothing website. coming incredibly soon.
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i'm watching the first episode of that show on abc where the father died, and it was a comedy, and now they are trying to add his death into the series and it just doesn't work. no, it makes things awkward and added in, and they put jokes here and there to keep it somewhat like the original show, and everything is just exactly what they tried not to make it, i bet. i've been sitting in my room all day and i hate days like this, i hate them because i get so much accomplished
except nothing at all because i don't go out of the house.
last night renee and i went shopping and we raided the cheap jewelry stores to get big gaudy hoops and plastic ridiculousness and i loved every minute of it♥
we couldn't go on without at least one purchase of big soft delicious mall pretzels and fruit smoothies, and girltalk, and we walked around feeling better than everyone because we were girls, and we were shopping, and that is the ultimate combination. and then i went home and sewed for her.
i have been skipping meals lately, eee this is not good, i know, but it feels good and i make up for it with my sugar intake. thisissomuchbetterformeimsure.
and there are ladybugs in my room, and when i say ladybugs i mean it is the most ridiculous amount, i did not know that the world created this many tiny red polka dotted creatures. they come around during the season of the pomegranate, i guess it is the season for small red round sweet things, and i find them waiting for me on my windowsills, the one i like to look out of, and i let them sit there because i know it is a great view and i don't want to be rude and take that away from them...they hang from my ceiling fan and walk around my carpet, and sometimes i will hear them fall behind my posters, and it makes me laugh because i can hear them from start to finish. some of these bugs have begun to discolor, and i am just too sad to look on a search engine for a website on goodladybug health, because i am sure i will be disappointed with the news.
( oooooh )
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[18 Jul 2003|01:28am] |
"these butterflies I'm gathering, are they for the people or the change?"
it took me exactly 8 months and 29 days to understand what it was.
a phone call plus a text message tonight made me realize how much I really am going to miss that little part of savannah georgia that for the longest/shortest time claimed the title 'temporary' home. that little part of the town, that we owned.
and wow. walking into that familiar room that held 2 relationships of my adolescent life made me realize just how strong a persons sense of smell [being linked to their memory] is.
and I'm not sure it was the best feeling in the world.
not the worst.
but more of a mere realization that yes, andrea.
you are growing up.
to each and every one of my friends, from 812, 912, 502, 732, and everything in between.... I would be half the person I am today if it weren't for that tiny part of myself you helped me become.
I love you.
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[16 Jul 2003|01:49am] |
because my mood changes with the tide...
new layout.
new arrangement of bedroom.
i listened and saw things that reminded me of the past via 1997.
what the fuck else is new.
i realized I can cut my hair just as well as the countless overpaid hair stylists, especially when it comes to texturizing....
but I knew this all along, as it used to be my only means of doing so, I guess I just thought everytime I forked over 50 dollars it would be worth it that time...
it's becoming ritual monthly haircuts for different people. last conquest being my mother.
once these patterns come in, I doubt you'll see me for awhile....
I'll be in my [clean] room....over there in the corner. behind my teal and white sewingmachine, or entranced somewhere inbetween the hardback covers of harry potter....
maybe I'll be out in the neighborhood, or hopefully in the comfortable green shade that is my back porch.
I really feel the need to write a lot more.
alot.
alot more.
see more things.
save up this money im repeatedly making.
take more pictures. and [paint] them.
more frequently.
it's amazing how tonight consisted of nothing but everything really.
I like tints and shades of green too much.
I like this too much.
holy shit I like him too much.
post script? let's all have the best night ever.
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[15 Jul 2003|08:24pm] |
i think probably my favorite time of day, is right after the sun has gone down, but it's not quite dark yet.
and when there are storm clouds, and the earth looks yellow....
sometimes I think all I really need is my window.
wow, did I really just buy 200 vintage sewing patterns from the 60s and 70s? where will I even put them all?
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honestly though? nothing else really matters.
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[11 Jul 2003|08:12pm] |
color theory
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[11 Jul 2003|06:36pm] |
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so it's been some adjective of this many days, I'm sure. eventful. I guess in an eventless way. plenty of things have happened but I really feel as though I'm still in last week, waiting for this one to come.
we went to st louis. fought like babies. acted younger than my first niece. we got room service, broke water pipes. stole pigtails. I think I realized something through it all that I have been trying to convince myself of for a long time now.
something good, don't worry.
I sat too many hours next to people with poor attitudes, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
before we had even left the city we managed to have a ridiculously overweight drunk girl in a venue populated with everyone who would willingly kick the shit out of her, or laugh, get in our face for a waterbottle that had been thrown by my boyfriend behind his drumset. as I half yelled half laughed at this tool to stop screaming at someone who was in the middle of playing a concert, she started in on me, and I can tell you it never felt so good to tell someone exactly how uneducated they really are.
although we fight about the most useless of things, I don't think I could ever get rid of them. this counts double. and my twin sister being someone I can get sickly upset with over two hair accesories, I've realized I couldn't live without her again if I tried.
also, I'm a strong person but I've realized it's harder to leave him every visit.
I came home to a beautiful mother in which I had given an equally enchanting haircut, in the same house as always, and with a brand new sewing machine to occupy my time. this, and the writing of a mrs. j k rowling.
I'll soon have the nicest of digital cameras to illustrate my stories with. or none the less share cute little pictures of the simplest things.
beautiful, this world really is.
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[02 Jul 2003|08:16pm] |
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I completed my application and application this and thats to the fashion institute of technology.
and I have been in new york city since the 24th.
this solely has birthed a number of things:
♥ faith in the united states postal service
♥ thai food from the incredibly aesthetic SEA restaurant
♥ time away with rob
♥ anticipation to live there
♥ a sewing machine
♥ meeting with katherine from livejournal.
♥ 5 new shirts
♥ fights on ridiculousness
♥ plane rides with 0-2 hours of sleep and 2.5 hour layovers.
♥ sewing/clothing website idea
♥ seaside/atlantic city
♥ rob's undeniable deathwish upon my toes
well okay. a lot more.
guess how happy I am right now?
nope.
keepgoing.
july 8th we will be singing at the top of our lungs.
and thankfully there will only be 3 (of my favorite) people around to hear it.
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[29 Jun 2003|11:41pm] |
all mine.
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[26 Jun 2003|01:40pm] |
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rob lives in a frying pan in park slope, brooklyn.
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[23 Jun 2003|10:57pm] |
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it's a 6 o'clock world.
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[22 Jun 2003|02:11am] |
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november 16th doesn't sound so long ago in the timely sense of the statement, but in terms of emails written from an internetless naive scad student in the dark library after composition class, it might as well not have happened.
I remember the blank screens, they always looked the same. trying to fill boxes with some sort of clever words that would make you think fondly of me.
I remember how important it was when you would call at 1 in the morning and for once I would have something to think about, some sort of voice to fill the silence that's always different after the sun goes down.
I remember that time, when your life was so busy, and I was merely less than a 'mutual' friend.
when disected in just the right way,
it's just me letting you know-
that I appreciate everything
that has taken us from point A to point B.
and I look forward to the time, when I can come home from composition class, to you..
and await those silent 1am conversations, all over again.
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[18 Jun 2003|07:18pm] |
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so today I almost lost something that would make me cause-and-effectively lose myself. I didn't do anything except what I didn't have to, and say things I didn't mean.
the only good aspect of the previous 7 hours would have to be the tall glass of freezing cold chocolate milk. you know, the kind of cold you can feel the entire way down.
new york, in it's entirety, couldn't possibly come faster. but until then I'll be just as content with the morning birds in silver hills that chirp all hours of the night.
here, or there. I can still love you through phone conversations.
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[04 Jun 2003|10:27am] |
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my journal is slowly becoming a compact version of private.
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[17 May 2003|11:10am] |
I make pancakes for people I love.
and those people (person) are (is) leaving today.
I think I find it funny and quite possibly sad that the welcome note for my cell phone the entire time in savannah georgia has been 'I miss my mom.'
there are no truer words than these.
unfortunately, I couldn't fit my whole family on there.
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[09 May 2003|05:38pm] |
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYAN.
I love you.
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[03 May 2003|06:40pm] |
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is today gloomy or have I just wasted its entirety inside and the sun is already going down?
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