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Sunday, October 26th, 2003
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3:43 pm - change of plans, change of heart
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so I've packed my bags.
adios.
not that I don't dig my name [teenage_jesus] not that I have bad times written in here.
just clutter. just words.
seventeen, a big number. I don't want to be teenaged anymore.
so maybe this is an advancement when I move to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8) a_tad_robot
so it's adult life at it's best. a tad robotic. please add me. i've added all of you. it's a friends only journal this time about so...
adios.
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| Tuesday, September 2nd, 2003
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10:14 am - huzzah with a harmonica and a handbag!
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mr beemer just called
[scary deep voice]
I got into PW!
a calling for all things champagne
except
I have to drive to class now-
salut!
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| Thursday, August 28th, 2003
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8:57 am
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so I didn't get into pw
surpise sur fucking prise.
mr derieux hated me.
and I am bad at drama
i knew it.
now I know it.
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| Monday, August 25th, 2003
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10:54 pm - ...is seeping through
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... I dress up; new jeans, red poodle skirt, tank top, green sweater, straightened hair, tannish red rouge. I curl my eyelashes and lace on the shoes and grab the nearest book.
... we ride up the mountain hill in the blue car, windows up. I see the city lights and the good mood sticks a little longer than normal, watching the cars pass on the bridge through the veil thin fog, beautiful beautiful, I crack dirty jokes.
...they all stand with their heads in a tizzy about the fog, the clouds, the atmosphere, will it show will it show will it show? I nick my glasses on the knobs of the telescope [the lens is on the right, amanda] and twirl in my red felt skirt.
... we ride back down the mountain, my window down this time- hand out, so freezing in the berkeley air, I can almost pretend it's winter, sweating in the spiffy green sweater, feeling dizzy and tired and all confused, thinking about neil for some reason, how it was sad to see him shatter, how tonight would be perfect for teenage lovers on scratchy tartan blankets that spend most of the year in closets, it was just that kind of night, you couldn't see the stars but some people
some people don't need them.
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| Sunday, August 24th, 2003
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10:11 pm - just wait
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Kristen and I are painting machines. and book shelf building machines.
and we are machines that run on iced coffee.
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| Friday, August 15th, 2003
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11:27 pm - going insane
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I am too neurotic for a fish. i think ikus is lonely. fuck, I'm going to kill this animal because it has no friends. fuck. I gave it rocks! And it is a BIG jar. I mean, not 3 gallons or 4 cups but... it's a spacious jar for one ikus! FUCK.
not to mention my room is a crap hole. at least ikus has a nice little jar.
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| Sunday, August 10th, 2003
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7:23 pm - the dirigibal!
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i should go to sleep.
I miss csssa. I hung out with my brother and nick and stephanie tonight. we watched movies that my brother, nick, and zay made in college. jesus, if I'd seen the one zay wrote before i went to csssa I could have blackmailed him into writing my poems for me.
blah blah blah.
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| Saturday, August 9th, 2003
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8:49 pm - oh, boo hoo, whiney mc whines a lot.
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I am home! I am typing on my OWN computer! I have my choice of screen! my room smells! All is well and good!
This morning at 5 am my roomates and I and centa and alll these other folks watched the sunrise. I didn't sleep and took this pill that was supposed to equal 2 cups of coffee and kept me up quite well. said my goodbyes, headed out around nine, spent a very unlovely 5 hours in the car, ate some really awful bbq food in castroville, had car fiascos... came home...
came home.
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| Wednesday, August 6th, 2003
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11:16 am - mu HA!
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my collaberation ROCKED
so in conclusion
you all SUCK [cept' Maren, hers ruled as well...]
and fundementalist christians SCARE ME!
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| Thursday, July 31st, 2003
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5:57 pm - someone please find a surgeon
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hi kids!
Hi doctor nick!
As good luck would have it, outside the cafeteria this lovely morning two mornings ago, there was a magical bin. in the magical bin was a note that said FREE CLOTHES. in the magical bin, also, was a blue retro terrycloth polo shirt. i am wearing it now, with a nametag that says HELLO< MY NAME IS NAPOLEON.
everything at csssa is floating along nicely. i am so fucking burned out on writing though, ha, who woulda thunken it? zay hates me, but that's okay. I hate him too! I don't know WHY saying hi is SO god damned hard, but let's let the mute go live and nurse his cracked little heart. I know so much crap about his past [thanks mom!] that I just might let it spill at any moment! oops!
tra la la blackmail is grand! GRAND!
I am wearing my roomates chuck taylors. they are comfy. I am going to kidnap them. they will be mine. oh yes, they will be mine. tonight is the film students works in progress showing, and I have to finish writing some other stuff... plus clean my room... all my roomates and I's crap has converged to have mess sex on the floor and make mess babies. ew, that was weird.
almost six and I am a tired mother fucker.
adios!
amanda
current mood: duh ser?
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| Monday, July 28th, 2003
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2:02 pm - fuck it
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so my research on my birth lasted about .2 seconds. then i accidentally deleted all 500 songs off my ipod. that was really un school.
however, in the pariah bin at best buy, i found two X cds.
that was school.
this morning my core teacher made us take a tai chi class. i hate tai chi. all I do is yawn and then turn veryvery slowly.
gick, i have core class in 20 minutes; then arts and culture lecture [snore city in the coldest room of ALL TIME] then meeting with my collab-er-a-tion-thingy partners... sigh. god, x rocks my socks, or, as maren would say, X rocks my face off.
i have a page of stats from 1986. as far as I can see, I was born into an era with yuppies, national debt, assinations of swedish people, and elie wiesel. that's it, though. sucky time. ironically, that same year, congress legalized all abortion protection rights. just a scootch too late, guys.
well, fuck it, off to stendhal land!
amanda
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| Thursday, July 24th, 2003
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12:24 pm - zwaaah?
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guh, here I am again, in the lull of the hour before classes, updating my livejournal. if people emailed me [COUGH myxaeroplane@yahoo.com COUGH] I wouldn't have to do this, now would I?
now, as some of you know, I mercilessly sassed a rude librarians aide... now I see him and he gives me this dirty/cowering look. it is odd. perhaps I have divulged the story to all you livejournal kids? well, i will then!
let's call him Mr.Hair, because he has that odd, puff of emo scenster hair. Now, Mr. Hair's friend Mr. Emaciated Vegan was trying to check a book out for my friend Jill. Mr. Hair came up behind him and asked aloud
Mr. Hair: Do any of you now was CSSSA stands for? Summer school? Is it remedial? [being an ass, not seriously.]
Me: No, Mr. Hair. It is for gifted kids, you know.
Mr. Hair: Pffh, sure.
Me: Do you work here?
Mr. Hair: Yeah.
Me: So how's your screenplay going?
Mr Hair: What screenplay? [looks around nervously]
Me: You know, the one sitting on your desk at home. the one you've almost got finished?
Mr hair: Uh, uh. Uh. I work here! [runs away.]
HOORAH! What a marvelous tale.
amanda
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| Tuesday, July 15th, 2003
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3:46 pm - so this is pathetic... hmm
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I know this is tres lame of me to be updating my LJ twice in one day... when I am supposed to be off having the most 'amazing, changing experience' of my life. however, this is how it's working out.
zay is supposed to do a reading in the bijou theater at 3:30... i show up early, good responsible amanda, but it's been postponed till' 4. nice one. so I go to the library and here I am perusing the internet. oh, the irony, eh?
focus class today was... oh wait. none of you care.
wow, an exercise in pointlessness!
BRAVO, ME!
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| Thursday, July 10th, 2003
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8:26 pm
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If I were a month I would be: november
If I were a day of the week I would be: friday- great relief... or sunday... when all the churchies are in church and the roads are empty.
If I were a time of day I would be: 3 am. the nowhere hour.
If I were a planet I would be: jupiter. many moons.
If I were a historical figure I would be: john adams... we're related, so I suppose it wouldn't be a far leap. plus, a couple 100 years later, I get a best selling biography.
If I were a stone, I would be: a diamond. a girls best friend.
If I were a flower/plant, I would be: a fern. underappreciated at times, but for a few, I make the room.
If I were a kind of weather, I would be: heavy rain with light gray clouds.
If I were a color, I would be: dark, reflective brown wool.
If I were a car, I would be: a vintage mini cooper.
If I were a song, I would be: pavement: here
If I were a movie, I would be directed by: brian levant [mine cousin] it'd be a piece of crap, but i'd reel in the bucks.
If I were a book, I would be written by: david metzler. i probably would have tried to make it as a poet, but realized I was better at editing together other peoples crap.
If I were a food, I would be: chinese take out.
If I were a place, I would be: echo lake
If I were a scent, I would be: citrus
If I were a number I would be: 16
woot.
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| Monday, July 7th, 2003
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3:27 am - ...slave labor
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My brother, as some of you might know, is moving to ann arbor, Michigan. So, the moving scurry has begun. I had to just lug about 5 boxes of his dumb techno records into the library. blergh!
I am in dire need of entertainment. at this rate, it's edging on pathetic. I bought these new posh sodas, called Izzes and they are so good.... it's the high point of my day... and it's a soda...
if I had a credit card I could go be productive and get all the little crap I need for so cal. however, since I only have six dollars to my name, I think I will get some brocoli beef. after my brother leaves.
which might take hours.
::fin::
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12:27 am - suffice to say
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I retract my former statement. I crawled up with my pineapple and I was not happy. and now little amanda jane is stuck alone in her house all day. not to mention that altoid sour boxes are really hard to open.
so yesterday I contact-papered the inside of my new trunk; then I closed it so I wouldn't be killed by the caustic glue fumes, and, lo and behold.. when I tried to pry open the lid, it wouldn't budge. Note: i hadn't locked it. So I hit it for a bit and the top finally became loose. then I ripped out the contact paper [3 hours of work and measuring goodness] and returned it. I purchased the 12 dollar upgrade [contact paper already in place] and felt much better.
i wish kristen were around. she would understand my spastic trunk dilema.
amanda
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| Friday, July 4th, 2003
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12:11 am - lyle lyle crocodile
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Time has been getting away from me. Today for instance, I look up and it is 1:45, the time I am supposed to be at Kate's house. Tonight I look up at the clock and it is 12 am.
I hate when I lose hours that I feel I haven't lived through.
today kind of sucked. I... I am so angry and upset at someone right now I can't even think about looking at them. Because I can't believe they would be so insensitive.
the high point of my day was watching cruel intentions two and hearing this... 'as the saying goes at manchester prep- 'if you can't snort it, suck it.'
amanda
current mood: betrayed
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| Tuesday, July 1st, 2003
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9:08 am - ZAP!
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the ZAP was me killing every construction worker in the WHOLE WORLD.
nine am on the dot this morning, who the fuck is hammering away across the street?
I'M TIRED> I WANT TO SLEEP> GOD DAMN!
current mood: red eye flight
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| Tuesday, June 24th, 2003
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8:09 pm - the way it goes
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dixie went back to her old owner. sad to see her go. hard to spend the drive back with an empty trailer rattling behind the truck.
hung out with my niece all day. she's trying to crawl, hence hours of entertainment.
is anyone intending on going to kaitlins party tomorrow night? kate?
amanda
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| Saturday, June 21st, 2003
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11:31 pm - this is how amanda begins to feel better:
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1. Take about 10 tylenol. Then take about 10 more. Then puke them up because THAT WAS STUPID.
2. Turn on Cine-Max [aka PORN O RAMA] and watch two people, one with a snub nose and one with a beer in his hand the whole time, fucking on a pile of rocks.
3. Eat 2 bowls of lucky charms.
4. Find a hysterical photo essay LJ- that I won't share with you commie bastards.
5. try to rub cream onto your own back, which only ends in very odd contortions that remind you of the porn you just watched.
6. write stuff down. what kind of stuff? oh, all kinds of stuff. IMPORTANT STUFF.
7. throw away the six pages of doodles.
8. look at your floor for a few seconds, contemplating cleaning it.
9. get in your pajamas, therefore creating more mess as today clothes lay discarded.
10. think about Dr. Drew and his sexy, sexy body. Oh, and louie. and, uhm, mr. gemkow. oh, and robert carmine. and for good measure, tony danza. NO! HOW DID TONY DANZA GET INTO MY SEXY LIST?
::smash nates guitar::
and that's my list, you damned commie bastards.
current mood: magically communist
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