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Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009
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12:21 pm - huh?! yes, the film that gives you more "huh" per second.
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things in my dream last night: the cast of Sailor Moon (including Tuxedo Mask, how the fuck do i still remember that?!), a talking nutria with a Rambo-style bandana headband, and Brock Samson from The Venture Brothers. i remember very little about the plot of the dream except that Tuxedo Mask was turning the Sailor Scouts into these sort of immortal snow-globes with flowers in them so that they could stay young and happy forever and Brock was driving around in his Charger with the nutria riding shotgun, trying to persuade the nutria to come with him somewhere. "It'll be like that Garrison Keillor show on the radio," he tells the nutria, and then starts doing a Garrison Keillor impression for the nutria. the nutria is unconvinced.
finally, my dreams are back to being just plain fucked-up (instead of super-sad or super-bad). this one makes less sense than the recurring dream i had of trying to fish a floating motorcycle out from under a covered wooden bridge by my grandma's house.
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| Wednesday, November 25th, 2009
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4:38 pm - m4w: i sniffed your hair at the Twilight premiere (NOT CREEPY)
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oh my fuckin' god.
New Moon midnight showing - m4w - 27 (Fargo, ND)
Date: 2009-11-20, 9:35AM CST
i sat behind you at he midnight showing of New Moon last night. Me: medium height, dark hair, long nails, mysterious. You: straight long blond hair, full ruby lips, you were wearing black cargo pants and a twilight hoodie. as your hair draped down behind your seat i just has to hold it and smell it deeply(pantene. great choice). i dont remember much ov the movie but i will always remember the smell and texture of your hair. the way you sound when you whisper and laugh. after the movie i followed you and your friend to perkin's. i waited outside in my car so i could watch you eat and smile. i followed you home and made sure you got there safely.i noticed you left you car unlocked so i went to have a look into your life. i can tell by looking in your car that we have a lot in common. if you want your dash ornaments back you will have to meet me and we can have a great time getting to know each other. "grin"
* Location: Fargo, ND
* it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
1. perkins. you know, i'm just not surprised, even as an avid perkins-goer myself.
2. how creepy are you to not even want to go into perkins? it isn't as if there isn't adequate, erm, camouflage.
3. i'll concede one point: pantene has a distinctive smell.
4. how do you have a "missed connection" in Fargo, North Dakota? it's the size of Appleton, Wisconsin.
5. who wants to play a guessing game about what kind of "dash ornaments" were stolen?
6. "medium height, dark hair, long nails, mysterious." that makes my skin crawl, but you know, if that was in a vampire novel series written by a Mormon halfwit, it'd put millions of pairs of teenage panties in a bind just a little. bleh. some pouty sensual vampire douche in the books and on the screen and girls mooning (heh) over him. the guy looks like Morrissey with fetal alcohol syndrome.
7. GO TEAM NOT-CREEPY!
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| Monday, November 23rd, 2009
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1:32 pm
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stephen king wrote another novel that's as long as The Stand. and it is so good.
highlights so far:
* mentions of the TR-90 and castle rock, but no castle rock. hence, not a castle rock story, but with the same feel.
* the most well-developed antagonist in a long time... think norman from Rose Madder, but more conflicted.
* self-flagellation.
* A FUCKING METH FACTORY.
1/4 of the way done, give or take. now i'm giving myself a couple more hours of reading-time before i get my work done for class tonight.
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| Sunday, November 15th, 2009
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1:11 pm - attention graduate student version of gentry:
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you guys. YOU GUYS.
look. i've made this clear. i work every weekend, every day. okay? thursday, all day. friday, all day. saturday, either lunch or dinner. sunday, all day.
so stop fucking inviting me to things i can't go to! all it does is make me feel sad and jealous and like a shmuck.
but wait. what's that? i made $450 this weekend? i did? so i made, like, 2/3 of my rent in four days?
okay, so i don't feel like a schmuck. but you guys just make yourself look like huge fucking assholes, gallivantin' around and inviting me to stuff. i tried to get time off for thursday night goldroom readings, but i can never seem to get thursday nights off. something always intervenes. and i can't be anywhere at 8. or 9. or even 10. and i can't go out to dinner with you. and i can't go to a book-signing. and i don't get to put on Outfits (or even just Dress Cute) to go out places. i pretty much live half the week in uniform and by the time i peel it off, i can't even half-care about what i'm wearing.
i also don't get (and never have) how you have all this spare time.
so i feel a little bad. and a little jealous. but i never have to get up before 10 a.m. for anything any more, i get fed for free half the week, i know the job backwards and forwards and am pretty much able to get along just fine (except when the boss has her moments... but, shit, at least she yells at me... i could name several academic folks who don't have the guts to do that when they're dissatisfied with my performance) and i have the mental energy to get my schoolwork done. (mostly.) and it pays the rent. so i guess i'm sorry i don't get to go to meals with you or go to goldroom with you and i'm not a TA any more, but... nah.
just, if you could, take a second before you invite me to something you know i can't attend. it makes you look like a dick, and it unfairly makes me feel like a loser and a jerk. i'm both of those things, but my job is not responsible for either.
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| Wednesday, October 28th, 2009
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11:50 am - from my sketchy kitchen:
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| Monday, October 26th, 2009
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11:26 pm - several reasons i love mean marly mcgill
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1. the quote book she keeps, which has asploded onto facebook. excerpts:
Trisha:"How you treat money is how money's going to treat you."
Jesse: "Really? It's gonna shove me in a stripper's g-string?!!"
"Speaking of things that are large and in things..." - Angelle
"I don't care if you freebase off a fucking whore's head in your own house, just don't do it on my corner. That's not legit." -Gonzo
"The opposite of Hitler is having homosexual sex with a retarded, Jewish gypsy." -Jesse
i'm in a few of them, but i really haven't made the spotlight yet. so i got something to shoot for, you know?
2. the conversation i had with her today:
i'm in the courtyard at school, munching away at my second bahn mi. marly appears. we exclaim over the awesomeness of each other (natch) and such.
me: hey, marly, you want some of my bahn mi? it's my second one, i'm slowin' down.
marly: what the... how can you eat two?
me, totally serious: how can you not eat two?
3. the fact that she's going as Patsy Cline for the halloween party.
4. basically, she's kind of a big deal. and her name is fucking Mean Marly McGill. what's not to love?
(also, i would lurve if she would DO SOMETHING with that eljay she got set up for herself.)
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| Friday, October 23rd, 2009
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11:27 pm
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it's getting "cold" (i.e. nice) outside again, and i lurve it. such nice weather. but this does mean that the cat's now begging to be inside, b/c he fails as an outdoor cat. last night, he came in and promptly lay on davi's legs and masturbated. nothing like nature to tell you that there's lots of changes going on.
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| Sunday, October 18th, 2009
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4:11 pm - me being emo:
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my boss basically called me stupid today and i'm just not okay with that. especially because it's compounded by all the little lectures i/we get every. fucking. day. not one day has gone by in the last forever where i don't get some little lesson about something fucking stupid. oh, wait, i'm fucking stupid.
the only upside to this is that i'm at a job where they'll tell me what they perceive as unacceptable behavior. unliike, say, teaching college, where they'll just think it and act upon it and leave me unable to remind them of the realities of the situation (i.e. what i've bitched about before: being hired as a last-minute person and then not trained at all).
that doesn't change the fact that i feel very stupid right now. and very homesick. and very bleh and depressed and not wanting to do the stuff i'm supposed to do.
but oh well.
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| Thursday, October 15th, 2009
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11:07 pm
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| Monday, October 5th, 2009
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12:08 pm
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this just in:
Fratire isn't funny.
i don't mean "oooh, you bad wittle boy, it's so misogynist and offends my wymynist sensibiwities!"
i mean it just ain't fucking funny. i mean, i tried. but it sucks.
this movie? based on the book, of course. and i've read all the stories in this book that tucker max has published online. and they're stupid. and they're not funny.
but then again, i guess i think chick lit is fucking stupid, too... but i don't get quite as ruffled by its existence. so maybe i am being a little wymynist here. but am i so without reason? i still don't have a dick, nor do i own the vast majority of the world. and "chick flick" is a known term, yeah... but there's lots of bro-friendly flicks out there that make as much money and get as much press.
and i think i'm also offended by the fact that Fratire could be funny. it really could. it has lots of possibilities. but tucker max is not a good one. biggest problem? his stuff is all true. whoever heard of true satire? jonathan swift did not eat babies. the animals in orwell's backyard did not rise up and expel him. how is it even satirical if it's just a bunch of (poorly-written) blog-brags about all those times he got real drunk, insulted fat people and minorities, and banged vapid hot chicks?
mustache and mullet photo galleries, parodies, essays championing beer pong and pink polo shirts... there's so much there. but what does the world settle for? tucker max.
hurrr hurrr hurrrrrrr
Fratire. man. the world really can be a stupid fucking place sometimes.
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| Thursday, October 1st, 2009
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11:09 pm - your soulbot brings you...
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...venture brothers. because if you're not into it yet, i needs to share the love.
STOP. TOUCH. TELL.
whoooooo is he? and whyyyyyy do they keep sending me his junk mail?
i love dr. orpheus so hard.
and the scooby doo parody. i couldn't find the part where "Sonny" slides across the floor on the back of a naked clone, so this will have to do. "bet you'll come out for some Groovy Treats!"
'night.
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| Wednesday, September 30th, 2009
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1:45 pm
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car repair: $550
car insurance for next 6 months: $700
tuition for fall semeseter (remaining): $750
rent due: $1400
you guys, i am so fucked.
but my landlord, at least, will give me some time to come up with the rent.
the only real trouble is that the car repair is something i didn't really budget for, and i lost my credit card... again. they're mailing me a new one, but i don't know how long it'll take to get here, and anyway these things (except the rent) are all due... october 1st.
yeah, not coming to wisconsin any time soon.
fuck.
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| Tuesday, September 29th, 2009
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2:10 pm
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i got invited to join an honor society? really? don't these people investigate any more?
also, a friend of mine officially has The Best Costume Idea Of All Time. he is going to pomp his hair up, wear 1990s-crooner clothes, and a trenchcoat with an iPod and speakers inside it. and when you ask what he is, he will press a button, and lip-sync along: "i'm never gonna GIVE YOU UP, never gonna LET YOU DOWN, never gonna BREAK YOUR HEARRRRRT and HURRRRRT YOUUUUU."
that's right; my friend is dressing up as Rickroll for halloween. if he could get someone to go as goatse, someone to go as a lolcat, and someone else as Chuck Norris, they could win the Award of Internets. i wonder if i should introduce him to jesse (who has already once dressed as Ceiling Cat) and see if i can't get this ball rolling.
torn between two costumes: phyllis diller and princess leia. but leia was so well done by meredith, it's hardly worth being a pale imitation. but then, jesse's having a literary figures party in november... and Star Wars is one of the finest pieces of American literature... shite, this not being able to decide might just be chocolate in my peanut butter.
k, gotta split. miles to go before i sleep.
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| Monday, September 28th, 2009
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12:15 pm
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received: one set of spare keys from marianne.
thanks, lady! i was starting to wonder where i'd put them...
will be putting together somethingorother to mail in a little bit...
lurve,
dense
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| Wednesday, September 16th, 2009
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2:20 pm
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PB n T.
o_0
that's all i got.
also, marianne... you come here on the 24th? yes? i gotta figure out exactly when you're gonna be here so i can try to finagle some off-time at work (despite the fact that we got a severe talking-to about not just having off of work for frivolous things like wanting to have some time off. you get the idea. wait, huh?) so i can fawn over yer!
also, my nonfiction workshop went so amazingly well it's almost retarded. they loved it! and i loved it, too. way less painful than fiction workshop went. i might have to jump the fence... but i guess it's too early to say anything about that.
anywhoooo
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| Monday, September 14th, 2009
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4:19 pm - this might be really stupid.
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driving down elysian fields, stuffing my mouth with my second greasy-magical banh mi, there's a grease stain on my shirt. the sun's shining, the sky is blue, it isn't raining for the first time in forever, everything is green, i remember where all the potholes are and have a smooth ride, and i'm blasting "e-pro" on the stereo.
i won't give up that ghost
it's sick the way these tongues are twisted
the good in us is all we know
there's too much left to taste that's bitter
it doesn't take all that much to have a really good moment. you know?
also: trying VERY VERY hard to raise the dough for a visit. but i've still got half my tuition to pay, not to mention the rent. but i'm tryyyyyiiiinng! don't give me up yet, wisco.
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| Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009
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7:40 pm - shopping list for a nonfiction piece tentatively titled "batshit fandom":
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(and if you could help me out, i'd appreciate it.)
a copy of The Peanut Butter fic (yes i know i requested it earlier, but the link doesn't work... sad buzz)
any SixApart press releases regarding the suspension of user accounts for those you-know-whats
any and all LJ strike manifestos/big discussion boards
trust me on this one, guys. and please, please help a brother out.
current mood:  mellow
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| Saturday, August 29th, 2009
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1:20 pm - look, kid, i'm a waiter. i don't have to put up with this.
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everybody's been saying Lucille Ball for my halloween costume. hmmmmmmm.
but there is a late-add contender i must ask you about!
what would you think of me having Farrah Fawcett hair?
that's right. let it sink in.
also, broke as FUCK. but i did change my own fluorescent light bulb in the kitchen and got my transmission its much-needed flush, so yay me!
the eno.
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| Monday, August 24th, 2009
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5:44 pm - this is lame
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but it's the first night of workshop ever and i'm really, really nervous. like, pants-wetting nervous.
that might be because i have to pee, but still.
i'm handing out MY story tonight for next week. i am worried about it. and it's 25 pages, that's kind of a lot.
anyway.
gotta go.
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| Friday, August 21st, 2009
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2:38 pm
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i have a burning question of import!
who should i be for halloween: lucille ball or phyllis diller?
see, i'm hosting trisha's halloween party, and the theme (i think) is 20th-century icons, and i don't want to do something silly or store-bought (well, entirely store-bought--both of these will necessitate a wig), and elvis is taken. and no fucking marilyn monroe, thx.
pluses for lucy: i have a 50s-style silver dress that would work perfectly, and everybody gets to see how silly i look in red hair and red lipstick. also, lucy is more iconic.
pluses for phyllis: feather boa, cigarette holder, fright wig, shapeless sack-dress. and i get to laugh really loud.
as far as budget's concerned, i'd need an apron and a lucy wig for one, a feather boa and fright wig for the other (i can borrow a cigarette holder from somewhere, and i can figure out the dress myself)... so, about even.
thoughts?
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