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Oh hey livejournal...where the fuck have you been.
So the passed couple of weeks have been a little on the crazy side. I went to ATP, which was incredible, and by incredible i mean I never thought I'd get that close to an androgenous womens crotchal area. I went to a Phillip Glass show, which involved a strange gnome like man with puffy lamb chops, a pony tail, and out of control guitar moves. That show also came with arguing, finagling, titos tacos, and being between places.
I still have mad sexual desires for Kim Deal and Frank Black even though that show was almost a month ago. Thanksgiving and x-mas are coming up, i'm training right now for the feasts.
I thought Colin Turner was coming to town this weekend, but I was wrong. It makes me sad, I wanna see his crazy face. On a same but weirder note I've rekindled friendship with David, over a lengthy two hour conversation and sexual innuendos. I think i miss him? Oh no veto I just want ass. It's hard to actaully miss the lack of personality in someone.
I keep having these weird dreams where I'm in a garden looking for strange asians, oh oh speaking of that i cut off my relations with joshua over the weekend. It's safe to say we want different things out of eachother...how mature was i just then. Anyway so dreams; right. And there's gnomes all over and i'll see someone from school and ask them when i'll be in love. i'm so gay sometimes.
Yesterday was saturday, most eventfull day in a whlie. I woke up at the buttcrack of dawn to go audition for Ms. Shoenfeld, the best cello teacher at USC. I played for her for an hour and a half, she wants me to be her student..now. So I now have two lessons a week from Dr. Naill, and one with her. The one with her is only hours before one of my lessons with him. Trio on thursday nights. Recitals on friday nights. orchestra all day saturday. peer support monday. recording tuesdays...wait when should i breathe or eat?
that's okay they're not vital. Anyway yesterday. So after that I had orch...talked maturely to Joshua, then went home where I was driven to the H-wood to Rom's house. After some good Rom's house chillin we got in the Civ and went to la Poubelle. It was too busy and francois was being a douche so we smoked some cigarettes and then went to a sushi restaurant next door where you have to sit on the floor, kind of. me, fenti, rom, and martin ate some good crunchy sushi with sauce, and then abducted and desecrated a napkin with obscenities like "bonsoir monseior, pourais-je avoir une cigarette s'ilvous plait?" and "we're all mad here, we neet to get crunk, he's a jazz penis, grass, oswald, conglomerate of thoughts, joo are a walrus, bum the corners of HP, ginger in my nostrils, buzzkill, mia likes the cock, sorry i was cuddling with you, twat did you say i cunt hear you, and omg hot."
then rom and i hit up the PAK party, which was pretty gay, considering we were the old washed up seniors who don't like getting fucked up beyond comprehension and therefore bum, or attempt to bum cigarettes off the hotter more spritely juniors and angrily stare at everyone. It included "i'm about to get officially tanked" which, not gonna lie, was incredible, but that's about it. I payed five dollars at the door to drink some bacardi and get molested by people i never talk to.
Then fenti was a douche and wouldn't entertain so we went to Eyal's house for some good Humus, laila, and bonfire for a good maybe 4 hours. There was lots of pot, lots of drumming, lots of rhyming, lots of talking out of the ass, lots of cigarette buying, donut eating, bong caressing, rom assing, hot handsing action. At one point martin and fenti captured me, and made me smell a vile that made me really pale and feel like i was going to die. it lasted for like 2 minutes, apparently it's called being prunk. i wouldnt advise for those weak at heart.
then sleep in the sex bed, getting up this morning still drunk, going home, sleeping for 6 hours, and attempting a hamlet/iliad essay.
we're all mad.
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[24 Oct 2004|11:00am] |
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well so okay. i saw the pixies last night with the libbster and it was just incredible.
like; she picked me up from colbiz after i wrongfully rekindled relations with the gangster and then we began our treck down to irvine. after some real good food and remaniscing, and 'i'm, too stylus for the show, too stylus for the rock...too stylus' we arrived and there were SO many arenas everywhere it was amazing. so obviously the coolest people in the world go see pixies shows, so we rightfully took our place among them and mingled a little.
after i got crabs in a bathroom we went to our seats, and by our seats i mean we just sat down somewhere real close to the stage where there were some empty ones. mars volta came on and they were amazing, really caffinated and the lead singer defietly has one if not zero testicles because his voice reaches ranges impossible to the human voice. so next pixies comes on, Frank Black in all godliness and Kim andd the others and they open with Where is My Mind and rock SO Hard.
We were rocking the whole time, there was't one second of that concert we didn't rock.
So then we meet up with Michael and Sass and Gene and girlfriend and go to Denny's where there's a really shady waitor who forgot my food and then when i told him said "oh damn" and stood there with shifty eyes and then later physically removed a piece of food from Gene's clothing for him.
this monkey's gone to heaven.
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| "mia, are you ready?" |
[15 Oct 2004|04:06am] |
i got this text from colin today. colin, like colin tuner.
& it made me think about how it's been almost 2 months since summer's been over but how now still, i am utterly stuck on missing bandcamp like a fat slut misses cock. like colin? when we would roll down the hills of the amphitheater and we would tackle eachother and scream 'sex.' And how we would jam in the troys to shostakov. and talk about smoking out and how LSD was only found in Arizona, where the LSD is cheap and slutty nice girls at parties give you cigarettes when you're drunk and incoherant and of course, ask for one. And when me Meji and Colin squatted in the amphiteater yelling scotty jones everyone, scotty jones is the shit, and how everyone in the amphitheater followed him 'cause he was jesus, and, well the shit.
and me and david and colin going into town, in disguises, and eating chinese while still kind of high, and messing with the fan and the chicken balls. and david's car and making out. and "i think she got it all" and making fun. and dana. and eating beef jerkey.
and riding around on the back of brooks vespa all over camp to freak out all the people by his and my vespa-majesty. and speltz connection, the romanian, and merlin. and jessica, even though she was a crazy anal ass bitch, how much i made fun of her for being who she was.
and mag. and the genisis of our friendship.
memories are weird.
'night.
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| more adventures, different name |
[28 Sep 2004|06:57pm] |
HEY.
NEW LJ:
"kill__it"
that's two underscores, bitches.
add me if you wanna, i'm not pointing a gun at anyone's head.
yet.
<3
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| i want a lover i don't have to love |
[27 Sep 2004|12:09am] |
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i figure i should write about something new or something like a summary of the passed week or a new summary or what's a summary of some sort of closure that feels new.
but nothing comes to mind.
i'm kind of a mess, but not in a bad way. usually mess automatically denotes negativity but i'm just feeling all over the place and mixed up and confused, not anywhere near negative.
i'm a complete cello whore however, which is good considering i have to spread my cello ass cheeks all over this country for college in a couple months.
yesterday gabe had a party, it was fun, it reminded me of the summer, except for when me and carpo got really high in my jacouizzi and i was partially molested by ryan while shelli and claire were crying and so out of disgust i ran to the swing and chain smoked with alex while he spoke gibberish. and to think we'll all have to grow up some day.
i had a faint memory of early summer today which made me feel warm. it was when me and abram were alone one night so we went to westwood, jerrys to be exact, and we sat and he finagled with the waitor and i ordered carrot cake and got drunk off vodka that i was coveting in a water bottle and it was like a rollercoaster. and then we went back to his house and got high and watched indianna jones and i was cold and cuddled under the blanket.
i need more cigarettes, motivation, and effort. the last two go hand in hand i'm convinced.
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| I WANT TO SHAKE HER |
[20 Sep 2004|10:24pm] |
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here's a story for the kids:
today school was extremely intense. i didn't go to class 4th period through 7th. i was stuck in a weird dream like state of crying hysterically and hating everything about being where i am right now.
i don't hate anyone, it's weird that some thought i would. if anything i feel thankfull to have such passionate friends who will get this bothered and emotional about my actions. they're incredible, i almost wish i had an addiction so i could utilize the amazing powers of intervention my friends have.
just kidding!
p.s. that wasn't me being casual about the severity of an issue
anyway so we spent a lot of time talking things out and figuring how to make life work. and it's settled, and after a dramatic "i'm that person" we arranged that i'll see Father J once a week and tell him everything as long as he keeps confidential. which I actually think is good. if he thinks i have a problem he'll tell me. he told me today i didn't. he then gave me an alalogy of how my drug can be like sex...i was noticablly uncomfortable.
i had coon eyes for most of today. it didn't rock as much as i'd love to say it did.
i understand a lot better where people are coming from about concerned. it was educational. i didn't know it could get as personal as it did and im sorry and thankfull. and sorry. so sorry.
but on a completely seperate issue from the events of today, i would appreciate it if words were not said by others, stuffed into my mouth, and then talked about backhandedly. it just makes for a disaster. i'm never blindsighted but i'm pretty sure that was understood. then again, it is so hard to reason with my logic...who could do the things i do? goddd noooneee ahhhh i'm dying butt fuck.
i don't underestimate severity. i have a hard time showing that i comprehend it. i'm no alien.
anna, hillary, caity, magg, colin, meji...sometimes the difference in an atmosphere is frightning. where are your warm eyes. not here, i'm in fucking ass crack los angeles.
again; thank you.
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| i love myself better than you. i know it's wrong, but what should i do |
[20 Sep 2004|12:51am] |
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Actually I don't really feel like homogonizing myself into the perfect person, excuse me for being curious and fulfilling my curiosity.
Today was really good. Me and chrissie got indied up and went to the getty which was a complete mess because we realized we make a mockery out of pretty much everything we can. I'd elaborate on our excellent adventures but my mind is elsewhere.
Tonight was somewhat on the weirder side when I stumbled across an email regarding myself between two of my very close friends. It was kind of a downer. It makes me feel like a douche because whilst I know the principle is right, in the sense that it is completely legitimate to be worried about such a subject, the methods of them carrying out their worries were completely immature and annoying. Especially because it's pretty much the second time i've put all of my trust, every detail of it, into one person who turns around and uses it against me. A lot of things about my personality were critizised which makes me feel moreso that they misunderstand me.
Over-all it's a serious matter, the one they were concerned with and i'm not denying it. I just find it frustrating to read something where people are discussing something they don't know anything the fuck about and not finding it impossible to rationalize, which it is. Also when it's talked about in such a backhanded way, and when people i really care about hear about it through word of mouth and get angry. Despite that it's something destructive and dangerous, it was only a curiosity i posessed that's now fulfilled and there are no habits, nothing tied to me. It's frustrating to have people try and put your life in a box and lead it certain ways when they themselves have destructive habits that i would never talk about with a friend knowing it would be hurtfull.
Either way i consider it educational but nevertheless i remain a strong person, my beliefs in myself are concretely set. I'm thankfull for being stable, i'm thankfull for having a consistant personality especially around others, i'm thankfull for a lot of things i never really realized. Maybe this is why i've been feeling displaced.
Whenever i have a slight problem it blows up and then everyone worries about it for me so much that i can't even begin to think about worrying about it for myself publickly at all. Does this make sense? This doesn't mean i don't worry about it internally.
fuckers.
i adamantly refuse to homogonize.
lets talk about your drug habbits. who's dependent? who's the strongest? who's the most stable? someone get up and say something before i crack.
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| Is this seat taken. I over heard you say 'not stirred but shaken' |
[19 Sep 2004|03:09am] |
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Then it hits you for the very first time and you finally feel your age. you feel the years, one through seventeen heavy and you almost remember being a fetus. A baby fetus. The other day I laid down on Mamoj in a fit of being lost and old and i could hear and feel her heart beating and it felt right. Not an unsettling beat but a steady familiar one.
But enough of me being just ridiculously gay. It's only my meek attempt to be pensive and rehash my past in a desperate fashion of sorting out my extremely mixed feelings that I have right now about pretty much everything. Bottom line is that the things that used to interest me rarely do anymore, besides music that is. That's an infatuation that will never die, hopefully, because if it dies then I have nothing and if I have nothing then fuck, i'm a bum. sorry for rambling, i'd explain it but then i wouldn't have friends.
maybe a couple but i would have respect, and that's what rightful gangsters deserve.
what...are you doing b?
violina called me two days ago, it made me think of her being a crazy bulgarian diva prancing around in fur coats and spandex and being bossy and hating americans and getting really drunk in her beret and fucking merlin. band camp, donde estas? te quiero.
I've been particularly west LA recently. Last night after the partial crew went bumming around the valley, and by bumming i mean buying friendship braceletes (not)... and chrissie ceremonially purchasing cigarettes out of peer pressure of her turning eighteen Amy came over and we doused it naked. And by doused i mean amy girated in my bed for some time whilst I practiced the cello. Then we got classy and went to Bourgouis Pig for a while, called Katie and Ma'yan, walked around the corner in distress only to find our messiah, Fenti. Fenti decided to entertain (aka cocktails) at his house, amy got a little too happy, i drove her rather bare ass home and we went to sleep, however marking a monumental moment of classlessness outside on the curb by katies house.
Today was the first day of my last year at CCO. I saw mon gangster who was surprisingly charming and cool with the wierdness of our previous situation. After music school Amy picked me up and we once again got classy, went to Crustacion for Chrissie's surprise birthday party, ate good food, met up with Fenti at the Avalon for drinks and cherries, doused Venice and Overland and Fenti's room, played a madhouse game of charades, and then I was promptly dropped off at my abode about half an hour ago. Can I define Erroneous? Shit yeah, tonight I can.
Mia, cellist extraordinare, coming soon.
Classic fuckus quote: "anus house, in the middle of my buttocks"
I'd post another one but it's inappropriate
Pouis je avoir une cigarette si'lvous plait?
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[17 Sep 2004|12:18am] |
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I got in to CCO again which is awesome, but, it being my seventh consecutive year it wasn't like my ass was pressed against pin cushions out of nervousness for not getting in. Anyway Joni said i'd sit prinicpal for one of the pieces which is awesome. I saw dr. naill yesterday and he told me that i would have a friday night recital every consecutive friday starting october first until january. I'll also record four times. I'm going to go insane and get really drained from my friendly wooden tool friend but It will be totally worth it. Either way things are going okay right now but kind of lulling.
This too. Yesterday I was supposed to go around USC and explore and have fun but it fell through...then there were some douchy things going on so ultimately I went out with Gabe and Clairito for a indie toolish night around hollywood. We went to virgin, where i listened to some good erotic lovage, and then to Anastasias Assylum for tea and baked things. It was a good time, me and Gabe are more friends now so we hang out and It's awesome. We came home and watched a good two hours of jackass and then i stumbled into my bed.
Today I fell out of my bed and into the cello all afternoon, then i was captured by math moguls and taken away to firstly el nopal and then "the room," a cafe that has couches and good tea.
i got a package in the mail just now. i opened it and inside was a picture of justin. like an actual hand taken photograph. just promise me one thing, that i'll posess a man and he'll be a rockstar. that's all.
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[14 Sep 2004|08:52pm] |
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today was typical day in early senior year. too much free time, too much caffeine, too many discussions of existensionalism and what the weight of our existence is, too much talk of michael libby, too manyt times singing "friendship is rare" during what i'm coerced to call math class, too little concrete thinking getting done.
But that's okay because on the tour de wilson today I got so distracted from anything art history and decided to draw a crazy poem/lyric conglomerate esque page of doodelings. It was kicked off today with statty asking me if i had any clue as to what a "friend with benefits" might be, because he was reading an article about them and was pondering their importance in society. I told him I did, and that I could give him an example of this phenomenon by demonstrating that at some (several) points last year a certain israel was one of these token items to myself, chrissie pre-brissie and rom. Statty immediately understood, and asked where he might find one for himself. I told him that he should go up to the israel and ask for one, and that maybe the israel could hook him up with himself.
After school chrissie and I went to the westside pavilion to buy bryce a present, and after encountering a fiasco otherwise known as the "male thong" we decided to sucumb to the forces of the westside pavilion and be mallrats. So firstly we hit up the pan-asian cuisine, then nordstrom for some classy aparell outfitting, then cocktail dresses, bling, ice cream, the most exersize we've both done in years and gay jenny lewis. We discussed the plans for her birthday friday of things she could do, and since she's scratched buying porn for fear of awkwardness we planned to find mike, inform him that she is now indeed legal, join him in this bubble bath for some crying and bathsalts, venture to a gas station for her to ceremonely buy me cigarettes, buy a spell, go smoke and cast the spell, and then feast.
Saturday will be classy and fun. I just wish i had appropriate cocktail attire for it. I need to get a gift, fast.
Sunday me and the phillippino are hitting up the getty for tour de wilson term paper. For the complete effect of starteskness we've decided to mingle in the museum as french tourists and party with abuela. Hopefully classy garments, bourettes, cigarette extenders and sunglasses will be in order, not to mention tons of pictures.
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| coming out of my cage and i've been doing just fine gotta gotta be down because i want it all |
[13 Sep 2004|06:58pm] |
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ring ceremony was yesterday, it was cute, i got a blow horn because i rightfully earned it.
wait apparently there's sushi present downstairs i have to go indulge.
ok back. my dad's just loosing his mind right now almost as much as i am my religion. i have to go gather my thoughts before i can pretend to piece together some sense.
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| i hear you're dominant in bed. okay love, if you ever want me, don't. |
[10 Sep 2004|12:28am] |
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tonight i decided i was in the mood for nastalgia and went to the h-bowl, colombo box, for some quality copeland appalachian spring. it made me think of foreigners and yoseph and hand rolled cigarettes and other things i commonly associate with band camp, like when i hid my bottle of jack under my pillow and by hid i mean cuddled with at night.
it was dear to me, what can i say. i have fully reconcilled myself to my own demise by contracting T.B. and having mad mad bronchial lung cancer. please god tell me that's not true, also tell me that they still make marlboro red 100s because those are quite excellent.
i need a lift and by lift i mean nothing other than some good clean drugs. school sucks such a huge sac that even things that should lift me, like standing uncomfortably close to daniel resnick to make him feel my presence whilst he's mid conversation with his friends, don't. And that's just lame.
Also on the list of things i need:
-friends, you know, one's i don't feel like i have to pay for my thoughts
-a rightfull thug
-music and or asian genius
-sex badly
-a cigarette like no one's effing business
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[08 Sep 2004|05:52pm] |
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give it up to me
sometimes songs from the nintees make me feel really warm. but then i have the intense uncontrollable urge to wear flannel, and that's just completely unacceptable.
I've come to the conclusion that I love my academic classes senior year just as much as I love having physical education with resnick's little brother and being sassed by my teacher, an x-trainer for the raiders. like he literally stopped and said to me "i can't be sassed". Incredible.
so in retaliation i hatched a plan to wear shoes tomorrow to gym, but accidentally wear a tank top which was strictly forbidden on the list he gave us so that maybe, perchance, his head will explode. that man is under a lot of stress and by stress i mean he's a fucking crazy bastard.
but...there's something about the social aspect of this year that's getting to me like trying to swim through a pool of cement. and i'll tell you one thing about trying to do that, it's pretty impossible.
today while trying to conquer some peace second period i was distracted by, oh yeah, the entire sophmore grade with their lankyness and perfection. and then i was ilke oh yeah nope don't care. haggard bitches.
i'm out of mis drogas...aye dios mio. language switch? i definetly think so.
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| all i need is a supervisor, please |
[07 Sep 2004|10:28pm] |
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I have a new cell phone but not really, just the cover, kind of like how I think of myself. Except my cover is pretty much the same, with the exception of some blonde.
I spent my past first weekend free of school being typically west LA. And by west LA I mean a busy schedule that entailed vomiting my insides out on Saturday night, tanning with rage on Sunday morning with a live-in German (timo) and frivolously searching for some more time-worthy mind bending illegalities sunday night only to fail several times and somehow wind up with a tripod and a tribute band to Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, and being a first hand eye witness to some highly, highly questionable activities.
Things are going well, obviously. CCO audition sunday. Will the gangster make an appearance? Hopefully, then maybe I can attempt to thug strait.
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| she said how'd you like to waste some time? |
[02 Sep 2004|10:31pm] |
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miiasss gone and lost her fucking marbles
NOT only have i resulted to listening to crazy songs by Prince and Hendrix but i'm wearing a glove without fingers that isrealis use to go biking and rabidly itching my ankle. 2 days of school and i feel like i never left.
things are crawling on me. am i rolling this weekend? i need to call el stevo.
today i had a lesson with dr. naill...and by lesson i mean reality check. i have to learn so much fucking music between now and the end of the year that it makes my eyes roll back.
i'm seeing red. senior year...why...why you fascist.
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[01 Sep 2004|09:41pm] |
So today was the most unlikely first day of school i've had ever in my life. ever.
And i've got mad lung cancer.
Mad picked me up. We got coffee. We went to school. I sat through assembly. I sat through english, which, seems standard so far. Upon X-ing second period me amy chrissie and hwang left campus (as rightfull seniors) and went to ralphs where i purchased ample caffeine. Next i sat through sound and acoustics which wasn't awkward especially because it included several candidates of all class no shame '05 plan, and by candidates i mean jlee and dtrus. Nassar rambled about got knows what in his crazy colombian tvas with socks accent and I tried my hardest not to make awkward suggestive eye contact with the gangster because we all know where that got me last time. But nevertheless it happened anyway, i ran out of class when it got out and thought i was safe before hearing a "hey girl" from across the quad.
goddamn. but whatever, he's vital in the plan so it's going down. I just have to defeat the sophmore hos. third reich. you know. then i sat through my blocked fourth period, fifth rolled around and i went off campus with AK case and marina for some jamba juice and cigarettes, then back sixth for PE with a crazy x-NFL coach who made me shit my pants and then AP Art History with jolly crazy gay wilson.
It was a good day, reletavely. We'll see what happens.
I think amy might have west nile...
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[31 Aug 2004|02:13am] |
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One day until school starts.
4 cigarettes today.
One cup of coffee.
One game of hearts.
Three hours of cello.
15 minutes with mamoj and faj.
0 minutes with my beloved brother.
Two hours of great film.
30 minutes of incredible music.
My mexico lucy was fired by my parents. I guess she can't vacuum me any more while I try and sleep. Abram made a mix of the summer; i like how last summer we had one song, and now, things more complicated, people more so changed, the mix has rapidly mated to result in a full pimped out cd. what the f. goodbye last summer of highschool.i just read every entry i wrote from june 4th to august 31. Two months and i can't really say i know where it went. It went to Ganja, to habibi, to music, to the woods, to el nopal, to westwood, to boba, to cigarettes, to sleeping in, to long phone calls, to chronology, to res, to breakfast.
i have to take a shit. excuse me.
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| you know what though, when we reach the mature age to unleash our brilliant minds onto the world |
[29 Aug 2004|03:00am] |
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today was a sleepy day. well for the first part at least.
i practiced a buttload, and then amy came and picked me up in the nina mobile and we went over mullhulland drive and into el valley to pick up some hot katie ass. then we waited around until le asian got there, and went over to Michael's house.
At Michaels we were entertained by a classy pre coctail engagement. It involved several apple and cranberry martinis, cigarettes, red wine, water running under the bridge, and classyness on top of non stop classyness. Then somehow we ended up stumbling in to Leo's house for some white whine, more cancer, cello and guitar jamming, rolling stories, getting hooked up, and dancing with incredibly drunk cassie to some incredibly good neil young.
Then Fred 62 for some late night tuna melt and cigarettes.
mmmm hollywood, how i am a slave to thee
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| this is fucking bandcamp, suckers |
[28 Aug 2004|07:03pm] |
christoff: i'm on a plain, i can't complain. don't make a village
sweet cheeks! d spelz connection
mom, everyone smokes here. do you mia? nope.
romania giving me the crazy eyes
juju?
violina my hot bulgarian
johannessss (brahms)
m and my bff, jack
mag dog and yoseph, who's more addicted
hmmm...how many times can i pose with this face
bartek and maggie: drunk america
again?
the hole in my jeans making a mockery out of cello playing
anna going insane
hillary looking sultry
me, ass drunk off el senor jacky d
i never thought i'd see germany and romania hug
peter and gabe, pretending to be euro
genia and his milk
me and magpie
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