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[10 Nov 2009|09:11pm] |
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joseph arthur + dead sailor. |
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Been having crazy dreams lately. Really vivid, often disorienting, and altogether unsettling. I'm not sure what sort of nonsense has to be going on in my subconscious for this stuff to show up in my dreams, but I think I've had enough now, thank you.
In other news, Pete continues to call my mother and cry on her shoulder. Doesn't he have his own mom? And just tonight he's starting dishing the dirt on Caitie and all the horrible things she's been doing. I'd sort of like her to keep what little sanity she has left, so it'd be awesome if he could just quit calling. I feel bad for him, but come on man, let my mom be.
And a walrus I drew. Because he's cute. And I like cute.
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[01 Nov 2009|06:53pm] |
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It is somehow oddly comforting to know that he will be so far away from me, probably for the rest of our lives. Also freakish that that email came today.
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| I am officially official. |
[23 Oct 2009|03:31pm] |
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like a proud parent. |
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arcade fire + wake up. |
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This month my signs & banners for Sunoco went public!
I have taken so many photos, you'd think these things were my children. More later!
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| Turnpike. |
[22 Oct 2009|10:58pm] |
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I took it like a grown man crying on the pavement
Hoping you would show your face
But I haven't heard a thing you've said
In at least a couple hundred days
What'd you say?
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[30 Sep 2009|08:01am] |
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tempted to get back in bed. |
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sondre lerche. |
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Goal: Make it to all four classes and work today. It's bad. I've got 3.5 semesters left of school, and my work ethic has permanently gone MIA.
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[22 Sep 2009|08:05pm] |
Everyone in my family has lost their mind.
Flying home on Friday to pick up the pieces.
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| On, off. On, off. Off. |
[20 Sep 2009|09:44pm] |
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sick of drama. |
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now now every children + in my chest. |
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So, wedding update. The world has turned upside-down, but as usual, continues to revolve around Caitie. She's pretty sure she's calling off the wedding.. three weeks before showtime. The final decide-by day is Tuesday, and she's gone MIA in the meantime. My dad's a grab-for-the-kitchen-knife away from killing her, since everything's pretty much all paid for and non-refundable. I think she's a fool if she cancels this. She's nearly impossible to deal with on a daily basis. No one's ever going to love her the way Pete does. 48 hours till the final word, but the cancellation notices are already in line at the printer's. I guess we'll see.
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[19 Sep 2009|05:06pm] |
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[10 Sep 2009|04:56pm] |
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supersleepy. |
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kate earl + melody. |
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..at least this week.
also, sometimes I have a room that is ( not messy. )
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| Stuck. |
[06 Sep 2009|02:40am] |
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restless. |
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q and not u + soft pyramids. |
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I'm terrible at staying in one place. Two weeks anywhere and I'm itching to leave. I keep thinking things will change. I worry sometimes that this need to always be on the move won't go away. How do I "settle down" one day? How do I start a life somewhere with a stable job? Or worse, how do I make a life with someone?
Where do you go to escape when everywhere gets old this quickly?
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| No surprise. |
[31 Aug 2009|08:08am] |
It is August 31st, and I am wearing a sweater. Why? Why?
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| Photobucket. |
[22 Aug 2009|12:58am] |
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now, now every children + not one, but two. |
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Complete fail with the Diana experiments. I hardcore miss my Lomo. And I should have done more adventuring this summer. Been sifting through photos from the past four years. I keep forgetting that the only way to make more photos appear is to keep clicking. I keep forgetting that I've got film overflowing my fridge. Bah. I miss photography. Craving a little creative time.
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| Fleurs. |
[21 Aug 2009|09:39am] |
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Sometimes I for real think I should give up any sort of creative photography and go straight into making postcards and nature shot screensavers. I wonder what that pays? I also wonder how my eyeballs are still staying in my head, because they're pretty mad they don't belong to someone who actually sleeps.
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| Snapshot. |
[20 Aug 2009|06:55pm] |
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packed out. |
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mc solaar + bling bling. |
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Diana F+ film tomorrow, finally! I gave the photo lady warning that what she was about to develop wasn't going to be pretty. She laughed. I meant it.
Also, this world has become a crazy place when I keep checking Facebook to see if I'm still in a relationship.
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| Years past. |
[19 Aug 2009|11:36pm] |
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she & him + why do you let me stay here? |
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[18 Aug 2009|10:44pm] |
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For real, everyone knows what's best for me other than me. Forget "the difficult teen years struggling for independence", it's being right where I am that feels like the worst. I'm old enough to drink, decide what to do with my body, be responsible for paying for all my own things, find jobs on my own, run my own life, and the like. However, I am not able to pay for my ridiculously priced education. This teensy little fact allows my father to keep me so tightly wound around his finger that voicing my own opinion on anything is impossible. All I need is for a little over $100,000 to magically appear on my doorstep, and I would be free. Whoever said "money can't buy happiness" was seriously delusional.
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| Jetty. |
[18 Aug 2009|02:16am] |
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miike snow + animal. |
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Driving home today I stopped in a Wawa parking lot to catch a bit of a nap. I tried to be all sneaky about it by parking in the back lot behind the building in the far corner, and scooting my seat down all the way to hide me. An hour later when I woke up, there was a guy leaning up against his pickup truck right nearby. I peeked my head up and saw he was staring straight at me. Pretended not to have noticed. An hour after that, when I woke up for good, I looked out and saw the same guy, still there, still staring, only now from the driver's seat of his truck. Freaking creepy. Who are these people and why must they live in New Jersey?
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