a conversation with my mom (working) via text message:
me: did you eat all the crackers?
mom: No.
me: oh, never mind, i just found them. why did you put the crackers in the fridge?
mom: R U Ok?
me: i'm fine, i just wish these crackers were warmer
mom: Toast them.
me: that was a joke, i just thought it was funny you put them in the fridge.
mom: 2 much on my mind right now. Bye
hahahhahahah
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
this is my life.
[01:07] gillian gamine: AWWH! HE SAID HEY WITH AN EXCLAMATION POINT
[01:07] newcoterierotary: oh man he like likes you. boner sandwich.
[01:07] newcoterierotary: oh man he like likes you. boner sandwich.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
can you hear the tension between the trees and the moon?
it's that feeling that you get when you finally understand where you are,
when you realize that you can't relate to someone that you love-
i managed to pull myself up into the blue
and stare back in the darkness that stares out with you.
so much train and bike recently, driving feels weird. as far as i'm concerned driving is a cooperative/social activity, but still, in a car you are encased in your own multi-ton bubble with its own environment and soundtrack. there's nothing wrong with being alone sometimes- i know that better than i should, maybe- but being encased in an automobile is nothing like being on a train or a bike.
trains and subways require something people usually refuse to do- compromise, and enter the personal space of others. somehow, like on the tightly-packed commuter trains in japan, people try to maintain some kind of defeated aloofness in their car of tightly packed humanity. this i don't understand- why, when forced into a small space with multiple other people, would you do your best to ignore them?
"Somehow, the way life works, people usually wind up either in crowded subways and elevators, or in big rooms all by themselves. Everybody should have a big room they can go to and everybody should also ride the crowded subways. Usually people are very tired when they ride on a subway, so they can't sing and dance, but I think if they could sing and dance on a subway, they'd really enjoy it. The kids who spray graffiti all over the subway cars at night have learned how to recycle city space very well. They go back into the subway yards in the middle of the night when the cars are empty and that's when they do their singing and their dancing on the subway. The subways are like palaces at night with all that space just for you. Ghetto space is wrong for America. It's wrong for people who are the same type to go and live together. There shouldn't be any huddling together in the groups with the same food. In America it's got to mix-n- mingle. If I were President, I'd make people mix-n- mingle more. But the thing is America's a free country and I couldn't make them."
- Andy Warhol
i feel similarly about riding my bike, but in a different way- on your bike, you are open to the entirety of the outside world, you're forced into hearing everything around you, you have to actually work to go somewhere- all obvious symbolic importance aside, everyone should ride their bikes more.
when you realize that you can't relate to someone that you love-
i managed to pull myself up into the blue
and stare back in the darkness that stares out with you.
so much train and bike recently, driving feels weird. as far as i'm concerned driving is a cooperative/social activity, but still, in a car you are encased in your own multi-ton bubble with its own environment and soundtrack. there's nothing wrong with being alone sometimes- i know that better than i should, maybe- but being encased in an automobile is nothing like being on a train or a bike.
trains and subways require something people usually refuse to do- compromise, and enter the personal space of others. somehow, like on the tightly-packed commuter trains in japan, people try to maintain some kind of defeated aloofness in their car of tightly packed humanity. this i don't understand- why, when forced into a small space with multiple other people, would you do your best to ignore them?
"Somehow, the way life works, people usually wind up either in crowded subways and elevators, or in big rooms all by themselves. Everybody should have a big room they can go to and everybody should also ride the crowded subways. Usually people are very tired when they ride on a subway, so they can't sing and dance, but I think if they could sing and dance on a subway, they'd really enjoy it. The kids who spray graffiti all over the subway cars at night have learned how to recycle city space very well. They go back into the subway yards in the middle of the night when the cars are empty and that's when they do their singing and their dancing on the subway. The subways are like palaces at night with all that space just for you. Ghetto space is wrong for America. It's wrong for people who are the same type to go and live together. There shouldn't be any huddling together in the groups with the same food. In America it's got to mix-n- mingle. If I were President, I'd make people mix-n- mingle more. But the thing is America's a free country and I couldn't make them."
- Andy Warhol
i feel similarly about riding my bike, but in a different way- on your bike, you are open to the entirety of the outside world, you're forced into hearing everything around you, you have to actually work to go somewhere- all obvious symbolic importance aside, everyone should ride their bikes more.
Monday, July 21, 2008
distractions
pitchfork this weekend was fun. much like last year, i spent the vast majority of my time eating and sleeping, as opposed to listening to music.
for the time being i've decided to do my best to get work done, keep my head up, and stop fighting with everyone so much. and eat more cherries, delicious delicious cherries. i smell like garlic and only natalie knows why!
Любит....не любит
Любит....не любит
Любит....не любит
for the time being i've decided to do my best to get work done, keep my head up, and stop fighting with everyone so much. and eat more cherries, delicious delicious cherries. i smell like garlic and only natalie knows why!
Любит....не любит
Любит....не любит
Любит....не любит
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
what?
i am in a really good mood. but it seems like on this blog i always complain. this is because a lot of the fun things that i do are secrets.
shhh!
shhh!
Monday, July 14, 2008
hmmf.
the past few days have been nice, i actually had a really good weekend. it is kind of weird though. my brain can't handle people being genuinely nice (thank you for the empanada.. and the tea.. and the movie, and for beating me at pong). see, this is my nice post! i can be nice too! look at me, being nice!
but really, it's kind of odd and scary trying to keep myself under control, somehow i was granted the self-control of a two-year-old. and i don't know what i want. oh no! you never know who knows what they feel, or who is just pretending- i definitely don't.
this whole dynamic is just very difficult for me to wrap my head around. am i allowed to be affectionate? jealous? demanding? should i really even be thinking about it? a lot of questions, to be sure, that i think i am the one who has to find out the answers to.
life doesn't happen in a vacuum but i wish it did, and i wish sex and affection weren't mutually exclusive, and i wish a lot of things a lot of the time. and do nothing to make wishes work.
but really, it's kind of odd and scary trying to keep myself under control, somehow i was granted the self-control of a two-year-old. and i don't know what i want. oh no! you never know who knows what they feel, or who is just pretending- i definitely don't.
this whole dynamic is just very difficult for me to wrap my head around. am i allowed to be affectionate? jealous? demanding? should i really even be thinking about it? a lot of questions, to be sure, that i think i am the one who has to find out the answers to.
life doesn't happen in a vacuum but i wish it did, and i wish sex and affection weren't mutually exclusive, and i wish a lot of things a lot of the time. and do nothing to make wishes work.
really!
i had a pretty long post but i accidentally closed my tab. but i'd like to point out that i'm not currently angry at anyone. that's a first!
should i pay $8.50 for midnight premiere tickets to the dark knight?
should i pay $8.50 for midnight premiere tickets to the dark knight?
Friday, July 11, 2008
this sucks.
it is not nice to be rude to me when i do nice things for you, it's not my fault your hard drive is fried. and it's also not nice to act like i was getting all my help from my IT friend, because he was helping, but seriously how is it so hard to believe that i know how to open windows in safe mode and run a diagnostic?
i am just bummed. everyone needs me until i am no longer convenient for them and then i become a burden.
i am just bummed. everyone needs me until i am no longer convenient for them and then i become a burden.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
late early late late early.
so much money being shuffled around now, it's hard to think of anything else. i spent $25 on a pair of high waisted shorts from f21 and i feel like a sinner.
every night i've been up at least til 2am, lightweight time for someone else, maybe, but sleep is my escape and i don't know why i deny myself. hearing that we spend 1/3 of our lives sleeping scared me. if i could find a way to magically stop sleeping, like in the adrian tomine comic, i could have achieved so much more. but i'd probably be lonely all the time, listening to the trains go by.
i am an instrument in my own destruction, forcing myself to my limits, trying not to doom myself to a life spent cocooned and hidden. the pressure i put on myself leaving detailed red indentations in my skin that i have to rub out, until i feel normal... it's late. i'm being stupid.
maybe not. probably.
i still feel the same way about things that i always have, that in varying degrees, there is always something wrong. writing this phrase in my sketchbooks since i was in fifth grade: "fuuuuck". always! there is never a time when i do not feel like putting my head in my hands, and going "fuuuuck". lately, meaning within the past year or so, it's gotten worse, this sense of desperation that nothing is going right, and it rises in my throat, more like a howl than a word. some kind of verbal protest against things i can't change. if you haven't stopped reading by now i commend you, because i kind of stopped thinking when i started typing.
tomorrow is free slurpee day!
every night i've been up at least til 2am, lightweight time for someone else, maybe, but sleep is my escape and i don't know why i deny myself. hearing that we spend 1/3 of our lives sleeping scared me. if i could find a way to magically stop sleeping, like in the adrian tomine comic, i could have achieved so much more. but i'd probably be lonely all the time, listening to the trains go by.
i am an instrument in my own destruction, forcing myself to my limits, trying not to doom myself to a life spent cocooned and hidden. the pressure i put on myself leaving detailed red indentations in my skin that i have to rub out, until i feel normal... it's late. i'm being stupid.
maybe not. probably.
i still feel the same way about things that i always have, that in varying degrees, there is always something wrong. writing this phrase in my sketchbooks since i was in fifth grade: "fuuuuck". always! there is never a time when i do not feel like putting my head in my hands, and going "fuuuuck". lately, meaning within the past year or so, it's gotten worse, this sense of desperation that nothing is going right, and it rises in my throat, more like a howl than a word. some kind of verbal protest against things i can't change. if you haven't stopped reading by now i commend you, because i kind of stopped thinking when i started typing.
tomorrow is free slurpee day!
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
creation and deletion
business as usual. 2 orders hopefully being shipped out today, and then one order that will be shipped when the guy's check clears (who uses e-checks? srsly) and then one !new! order from today that i will make while listening to the podcast of this american life.
so far i have profits at about $100. assuming that today's order and that guy's e-check clears, there's another $100.
of course i can't be all business all the time, i have to worry about my love life too, if you can call it that. disregard the fact that any and all guys interested in me probably just want my mediocre-at-best body, and i still don't even have that great of a selection. frankie tried talking to me again last night, after the whole frankie-gillian-betsy-anthony debacle, under the guise of missing my also mediocre-at-best conversation skills...
obviously it's kind of impossible to decode people's real feelings through the internet. anthony told me this: "ok then if you want frankie to fuck you, forgive him and have it, and i will never speak to you again." thanks tony! what a pal! seriously, does he really think i'm that devoid of moral boundaries? it's also somewhat shitty that he'll be a total douche to me, and then get all offended when i say he doesn't care about me.
this is all just more reason as to why i would like to become a floating creature, some kind of ephemeral animal, to float into the rooms of the people around me at night and sing quietly to them while they sleep.
and then float away.
so far i have profits at about $100. assuming that today's order and that guy's e-check clears, there's another $100.
of course i can't be all business all the time, i have to worry about my love life too, if you can call it that. disregard the fact that any and all guys interested in me probably just want my mediocre-at-best body, and i still don't even have that great of a selection. frankie tried talking to me again last night, after the whole frankie-gillian-betsy-anthony debacle, under the guise of missing my also mediocre-at-best conversation skills...
obviously it's kind of impossible to decode people's real feelings through the internet. anthony told me this: "ok then if you want frankie to fuck you, forgive him and have it, and i will never speak to you again." thanks tony! what a pal! seriously, does he really think i'm that devoid of moral boundaries? it's also somewhat shitty that he'll be a total douche to me, and then get all offended when i say he doesn't care about me.
this is all just more reason as to why i would like to become a floating creature, some kind of ephemeral animal, to float into the rooms of the people around me at night and sing quietly to them while they sleep.
and then float away.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
the nuuuuuuuuuge.
somehow, despite being in the relatively liberal midwest, the combination of beer, flesh, and ted nugent brings out some kind of bastard southern-fried rock and roll in even the mildest of suburban businessmen. today, volunteering for ribfest (yeah really) i got treated to some of the cream of humanity. the de riguer shirtless, beer-bellied men with pierced nipples, walking around with camo pants slung way too low. and leather-vested long-ponytailed aging bike gang members holding stacks of beer cups 6 inches high. where do these people come from? a fellow volunteer, jon, gave me a knowing smile, saying "indiana".
truly the most ridiculous performance i've ever seen was ted nugent. there was smoke and beer everywhere. "uncle ted" spent quite a lot of time yelling about vegetarians, the enemy- this being ribfest, celebration of ribs, holiest of holies- and went into a short diatribe that involves him yelling AH LUHV DEAD COWS! DEAD PIGS! DEAD DEERS! and constantly touting the NRA. i was particularly perplexed when he asked if barack obama was in the audience, because uncle ted wanted to teach him how to dance. the crowd went wild. i don't understand. is john mccain a better dancer than obama? i doubt it, uncle ted!
the night ended when ted nugent, in full indian headdress, shot a flaming arrow from an american flag patterned crossbow into a white guitar, screaming that he had to sacrifice the white buffalo.
and i never even got any funnel cake out of it. damn you ted nugent.
truly the most ridiculous performance i've ever seen was ted nugent. there was smoke and beer everywhere. "uncle ted" spent quite a lot of time yelling about vegetarians, the enemy- this being ribfest, celebration of ribs, holiest of holies- and went into a short diatribe that involves him yelling AH LUHV DEAD COWS! DEAD PIGS! DEAD DEERS! and constantly touting the NRA. i was particularly perplexed when he asked if barack obama was in the audience, because uncle ted wanted to teach him how to dance. the crowd went wild. i don't understand. is john mccain a better dancer than obama? i doubt it, uncle ted!
the night ended when ted nugent, in full indian headdress, shot a flaming arrow from an american flag patterned crossbow into a white guitar, screaming that he had to sacrifice the white buffalo.
and i never even got any funnel cake out of it. damn you ted nugent.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
in a normal situation
i would consider it unfair of me to make several posts on a blog in a night, but since this is my first night, hey, why the hell not.
hopefully, with the few yards of fabric i bought (read: my mom bought for me) i'll be able to churn out a couple of cuddly stuffed pillows for RIO and make some money. so far my pre-order list adds up to $115 potential dollars, if the pillows go well, plus two other users planning on buying who just want to see pictures of the finished product first. if i can manufacture the finished product by about this time tomorrow i'll be in the clear. or more accurately, the green. here is some bookkeeping to help me think about things properly. if all these numbers seem low, it's because i am a small person, and therefore require only small amounts of money.
current funds:
$40 in bank
~$20 in cash
negligible amount in debit card
potential funds:
$115 from comfirmed pillow sales
$70 from potential/discussed but not yet confirmed pillow sales
$40 on august 1st
expenses:
$20 for pitchfork transportation
$10 for 4th of july (maybe $8 if i can manage to find tickets elsewhere)
$36 at least for "medical expenses"
$10 i owe anna
$10 i owe danny
obviously the pillows will be a godsend. i hope i can get everything worked out and start making them in my little one-girl basement sweatshop, and then all will be well.
hopefully, with the few yards of fabric i bought (read: my mom bought for me) i'll be able to churn out a couple of cuddly stuffed pillows for RIO and make some money. so far my pre-order list adds up to $115 potential dollars, if the pillows go well, plus two other users planning on buying who just want to see pictures of the finished product first. if i can manufacture the finished product by about this time tomorrow i'll be in the clear. or more accurately, the green. here is some bookkeeping to help me think about things properly. if all these numbers seem low, it's because i am a small person, and therefore require only small amounts of money.
current funds:
$40 in bank
~$20 in cash
negligible amount in debit card
potential funds:
$115 from comfirmed pillow sales
$70 from potential/discussed but not yet confirmed pillow sales
$40 on august 1st
expenses:
$20 for pitchfork transportation
$10 for 4th of july (maybe $8 if i can manage to find tickets elsewhere)
$36 at least for "medical expenses"
$10 i owe anna
$10 i owe danny
obviously the pillows will be a godsend. i hope i can get everything worked out and start making them in my little one-girl basement sweatshop, and then all will be well.
well;
i guess blogging on IAM is no longer a viable option for me, considering that a. my account time is quickly running out, and b. i honestly have less and less interest in body modification. so i made this blogger, like any young idealist wannabe hipster would, but hopefully i'll manage to update it with more than some cryptic free-form poetry or fuzzy holga pictures on the occasion.
documenting my life has always been important to me, because i am terrified that if i don't know who i was last year, i won't know who i am today. for nearly 4 years i've kept a sketchbook, an online journal, or both. right now i'm keeping a sketchbook diary which is somewhat more intimate than any other online journal, meaning that i will write about sex in my sketchbook, glance at it nervously the next day and wonder if i should tear it out, and then decide that if i edit anything i've ever written i'll lose a part of myself.
there aren't many people i know who have blogs, but i'm sure that eventually someone from the real world will find me, and i'm terrified of that day. rterrified! i take more comfort in the probable fact that there are faceless strangers reading my thoughts, bathed in the blue glow of their computer monitors, than in the possibility that someone from my school or one of my friends could be reading these, not really my innermost thoughts, but somewhat far in there. i don't want someone i barely talk to, or worse, someone i talk to a lot, approaching me somehow and saying, "hey, i read your blog!". although i can't guarantee that anyone from the real world will ever do that, i just don't want them to tell me. please.
documenting my life has always been important to me, because i am terrified that if i don't know who i was last year, i won't know who i am today. for nearly 4 years i've kept a sketchbook, an online journal, or both. right now i'm keeping a sketchbook diary which is somewhat more intimate than any other online journal, meaning that i will write about sex in my sketchbook, glance at it nervously the next day and wonder if i should tear it out, and then decide that if i edit anything i've ever written i'll lose a part of myself.
there aren't many people i know who have blogs, but i'm sure that eventually someone from the real world will find me, and i'm terrified of that day. rterrified! i take more comfort in the probable fact that there are faceless strangers reading my thoughts, bathed in the blue glow of their computer monitors, than in the possibility that someone from my school or one of my friends could be reading these, not really my innermost thoughts, but somewhat far in there. i don't want someone i barely talk to, or worse, someone i talk to a lot, approaching me somehow and saying, "hey, i read your blog!". although i can't guarantee that anyone from the real world will ever do that, i just don't want them to tell me. please.
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