Below are the 25 most recent journal entries.
pointer sisters greatest hit
Residual German Angst
Fleur I have loved.
what this girl has been up to.
The horror! 'Bogus banter' could accurately describe the endless nonsense I used to write in this journal. Out of sheer whim resulting from rock-bottom boredom, I perused the vaults of bad poetry and hormonal dispatches. It's all so vague, and saturated with a disturbing level of narcissism. Couldn't figure for the life of me who any of the boyfriends I was always gushing about were either.
Photos of Harrison Park. I live here.
Currently, I am in the final stages of completing my degree in Marine & Freshwater Biology in Edinburgh. Upon completion I am hopping the next direct flight to the USA. I will then hug my family and proceed to drink lots and lots of beer.
Until then, I'm holding up well working for the Scotch Malt Whisky Society which is fairly sweet time. Between scientific sessions and whisky tasting I skip down to the city farm where I volunteer with kids, domesticated animals, fruits and vegetables.
Life is good in a city where you can always drink lots and lots of beer.
Mood: ready for bed
Cathedral. Just a few blocks from mine.
The state motto of New Hampshire. In Edinburgh.
Pumpkin Marscapone & Mushroom Lasagna
Green Leaf Salad w/ Herb Puree
Butternut Squash & Pear Soup
Fried Sage Leaves w/ Lemon Butter
Today I tried to sort out a visa. I cried. Today I tried to comfort my bestest friend, it took us a while. Today a lady in a hummer stopped by to check out my 1984 Rabbit, for sale. She liked it. Will she buy it? Today I had a peaceful day with my sister. We kept our distances. Today I was overcome with sadness about Steve Irwin, and his enviable, albeit tragic death. Today I remebered that many years ago, I sat curled up on a couch, watching Irwin and his Aussie contemporaries rearing Tazmanian Devil pups. I remember the person sitting next to me loved those tazzies and force fed me episode after episode of Irwin and his tazzies.
Ribaldry of a Full Moon Miscreant
Tonight the moon caught my eye. Rather than drift into a vague existentialist captivation concerning its beauty - i said to myself, quite frankly, "oh, shit". There is no denying the human encapsulation with the moon.. Furthermore, you're a fucker if you believe it plays no part in your endogenous rhythms. But why, oh why, does it make some people go absolutely wild, especilly when it's full. Fuck.. I get into so much trouble during full moons.. God dammit. This is no good.
Glory? Ambiance? Old Age?
Through years of neglect, memories gain their stringency, their potency and their capacity to change the trajectory of life.
And why is it that memories always loop you about to places in life that you'd thought you'd never return?
Could it therefore be said that the function of memory is not appreciative, nor is it moralitive, but rather a bookmark? A fold in a page to remind you to return to that certain place, to start anew?
I'm beginning to believe, that after innumerable circular events in my life, that destiny is not the theology of poets and hopeless romantics, but rather a psychlogical function of the brain, roadmapping your life and highlighting all the places to return to. An indefinate mode of survival...
Recipe: Recumbent Cucumber Riata
En media res...
where all the great rambling epics get their hollywood start. Minus great, epic, and hollywood - that's where we are. In the middle of things. (Things being an equivalent of nothing.) Here is where I begin my great saga; of which I omit the past chaotic years of glorious academic success; amorous, intoxicated and consistent, yet strangely enjoyable, drunken suffering; jobs that were nothing short of "wicked awesome"; and most importantly being surrounded by bestest of friends plus an array of other rad people at all times for two years.
That which is included in this great saga is "the now", forget the rest. It's too awesome to speak of and heaven forbid I get teary eyed.
Why forge past the nostalgia? I'm in hiding. I am wasting my precious social graces for a few months to attain a sense of selflessness with a side of enlightenment. No really, I am bullshitting you.
I'm broke as hell, and I'll be moving overseas in a month so I moved in with mom-and-dad for the summer. It's a money-saving/rehabilitation/family-time period in which I work 14 hours a day, then proceed to fall of the face of the earth.
Thus, the reinvention of the archaic journal with the sappy username and entries from when I was 14. God, I was such an asshole.
It's my public outcry for human contact, or maybe an outlet for my pontifications overflowing from my newfound free time to think.
The Mola mola is my all time favorite cerature ever. It's a giant head.. that swims. It's commonly known as the ocean sun fish. Maybe you've heard of it.
...and on the third night, Ziggy came. From the timultuous ashes of a boring night birthed forth excitement, danger and the battle for Modern Earth. Fresh lime juice reigned victorious. And it was good.
ok. so i ended up in burlington, vt. at this crazy show. then we raged all night, until 6 am (when the cops chased us out). i havent slept yet. its almost 4 pm. we got back to plymouth around 9 am. hah! it was such a crazy night. i dont even know where to start - here i guess... booze, burlington, bands, beer, bogus crack heads, adventures, can castles, cops, power hour (at 330 am).. etc. I DONT EVEN KNOW. what a scene. ha.
Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey
ohh man. you don't even know.
i guess we should start from the begining...
so i returned from the Moonraker show (which was extraordinary!!) to main st. of course my darling boyfriend was in common form (blacked-out, sloppy and breaking furniture). my dear eric had sliced his hand open, someone had done a rugged bandage job and blood was everywhere.
after a few hours of eric rosin action (bottles thrown, holes punched in doors and cuss-words abused), i attempted to leave, with hysterical boyfriend in tow. he stood in the middle of the road threatening passer-by's and shouting incoherently at me. i tried so hard not to laugh as he stumbled to and frow while cops drove by.
somehow i had finally convinced eric to teeter back to his house, then met up with a group of smashed friends and continued home with them.
about an hour later i got a few calls saying that my dearest was on a mission to my place, and that i should try to meet him before he passed out on the side of the road. about halfway down the stairs i heard a familiar voice - "hey bitches hey, hey bitches hey, bitches! bitches! leave bitches!" it was eric, yelling at a group of girls on their way out of the building.
i found him dangling on the railing with one hand and an upside down box of pizza in the other. he was covered head to toe in ranch dressing (which he had apparently douched the pizza in). i managed to take the box from him, which was nothing other than a stolen pizza covered in dressing, grass and dirt, which he was trying to eat on his doomed journey up 4 flights of stairs.
after a toddler fit from my dearest (because i had thrown the box in the elevator and continued to drag him up the stairs) i FINALLY got him into my room. he proceded to knock over everything - and then, to top it all off - PABLO comes in the room.
now, eric loves to beat up pablo. but theres only so much balance a person can have in erics state.
it was about the funniest attempt at a punch i have ever seen. needless to say, it was the best thing ever. after a good laugh, petey pabs left and i continued on my mission.
i threw eric into bed as he attempted to wrestle me off... trying to take a drunk persons ranch dressing soaked clothes off is about as productive as making a ballgown using an elephant as a live model.
as i tried to pull his pants off i noticed something large in his pocket. i pulled out a VHS tape with no cover. it was "afros and bellbottoms" Sinbad's standup video.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha, what the fuck??????? "HEY ERIC, WHY DO YOU HAVE SINBAD???" "...its to sscare off bitches! bitches, ..scare off bitches! ...Sinbad scares bitches!"
and that right there, my friends, is a real horrorshow night. it was fucking awesome.
I was always overwhelmed with a sence of the hereafter, the agnostic forevermore when I watched the Oprah Show
eBay, warning not
of its addictive powers
long time lost money
apple juicy juice
i finish you with one sip
wee juicy juice box
Mood: broke / juicy
rants from a not-so-rhinestone cowgirl
Next spring is going to be ultimately depressing! I have checked the wether in Edinburgh everyday since about Feb... and all it has done is rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, partly cloudy, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, partly cloudy, rain, rain, rain! Fuck man.
Regardless, fleeing the stifling claws de los estados unidos will be necessarily manumiting. Pero, este paìs hay muchos puntos gustos...¡fingido!
Everyday here is rediculous - no redonculous. My freinds are bomb. Alas, they are all graduating within the next year or so, and I will be rendered sans friends. I have not been enlisted on the 5+ year plan, like those dum-dums.
If I do come back from wee bonnie scotland, aye! everything will be so different. There is no replacement for people like my friends in a sea of rude dude-people, dirty hippies, Mass accents and "Yo, LePinski!"s.
Fear not, I know that my chances of coming back to stay are minimal, I'm just enjoying my time (maybe too much) while I am here and this weather is scrumtrulescent!
Dear Lover (better known as the ostentacious opening statement)
You are the reason I lack so many entries, you know. My obsession with you hath driven me mad. Starting sentences with chicken feed like "I" "It" and "The" is so Mickey Mouse that I am rendered sans desire to produce even useless entries. I hate you. And I hope you get hit by a literary bus.
1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says: "...on the back is useful to this animal, or it would have dissapeared long ago. ( The fact..."
2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?: mostly nitrogen molecules, and some oxygen, argon and carbon dioxide as well
3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?: Family Guy, Malto Mario
WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is: 1 30pm
5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?: shit, it's time to love God more.
6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? Björk wailing to classic spanish guitar.
7: When did you last step outside? what were you doing?: returning from plant morphology
8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at?: latest update from interactive GOES-12 east (it's a meteorological satellite)
9: What are you wearing?: oh man, scores from the thrift shop this morning! brown wollen slacks w/ gold threads in the material anda Canada! tee, as well as my skatin' rex hat and my new Adios. yes!
10: Did you dream last night? seriously, it was so fucked.
11: When did you last laugh? jaques tried to mack to a crazy bitch w/ a shaved head. inevitable failure.
12: What is on the walls of the room you are in?: a giant fishnet, cds (silver side up) dali, the beatie boys, hate messages from my friends
13: Seen anything weird lately?: i saw dirty jersey. i told her she was an asshole.
14: What do you think of this quiz?: it has potential to change people. in a minute sense [my-nûte]
15: What is the last film you saw?: mary shelly. john malcovich was fat. it really ruined everything. no wait - fear and loathing in las vegas. it made we want to fall into a k-hole for 2 weeks. no.
16: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?: rice farm.
17: Tell me something about you that I don't know: i own 43 pairs of vintage high heels and i was an obscure child star.
18: If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?: every person would be tought the importance of sanitation.
19: Do you like to dance?: i prefer to get my groove on.
20: Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?: roxanne.
21: Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?: trey.
22: Would you ever consider living abroad?: im moving to scotland in 10 months
23: Will you pass on this survey?: i hate survey pushers. they deserve many hours of community service.
during a raging Darkness session they:
knocked over the refridgerator
threw a microwave at the wall
threw bottles, cans of soup, ranch dressing
paint, people, bicycles, snowboards
utensils, bitches, and a stolen shopping cart
into the wall
we also destroyed the mini ramp
ripped off the cabinet door and drawers
(of course throwing them at the wall)
and tore bricks out of the chimney.
and yes, this was the living room.
and it was the last time we can ever play "I believe in a thing called love" EVER AGAIN
not to mention a considerabke amount of alcohol was involved.
how creepy.. my favorite quote for years was from an obscure cake song, "daria"
"shes and open book, but you dont which page to turn to
do you, do you,
Today my friends thought it would be funny to sit me down and make fun of me for having a hearing impairment.
wednesday, lunch, codine, old english, percocet, colt 45, pot, vomit, thursday, snowboarding, vomit
A: mecca for mindless twenty somethings wanting to experience the ultimate mediocre disease ridden dude-guy heinous slut horrorshow
Q: what is spring break?
Tasting the obvious, I was meant for metro. Stiletto heels are my downfall. I admire women who skydive from plane's in their lingerie. My talent lies in having no outstanding talent, but many generals. I will never hate downtempo lounge. Eat vegetables. Fresh. Prefering the aquious earth, snow or sea. You don't even blink do you. Subways always. Zoology towers meteorology. I pity the average American - how ironic, I am one. Indian, vietnamese, fuck chinese full of MSG but no authenticity. I'm terrified of flying. I have owned four volkswagens. Bright colors. Thrift stores. I go snowboarding everyday. Who is Robert Goulet? I live with 12 boys in a small house. My last VW floated down the Pemiguiasset river. Nothing beats a summer night. Kids are rad.