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|Thursday, March 21st, 2002|
i'm talking to my brother who is in texas going to college. i am worried about him because he smokes and takes 8 tylenol PM every night to sleep, then stays up all night. when he comes home for a few days he always brings a friend and his laundry, then he never stays home-just goes out to party with his good-for-nothing drunk friends. i don't know why it bothers me tonight, but i'm just tired of him being such a little shit.
|Tuesday, March 19th, 2002|
i say we will get ourselves a pseudo-bungalow
made of baby flesh and velcro
somewhere between st. louis and fresno
where the dogs don't piss on the trees that grow
in our yard, where i will plant daises that you will mow
and i will scream that you may think me callow,
but you know god never was my hero.
|Sunday, March 17th, 2002|
dustin came up from texas with my brother. he's the newest addition to the household (along with chico and vegas, my new beta fish). he was coming to meet some girl with no neck named stephanie. i work every day, so i don't have much time to write in this thing. i am about to go work with shirley (my guitar) on This Boy. progress comes so slowly i would almost rather watch corn grow. i have started reading all of the books worth reading on my shelf. i just finished a book jimmi sent me, The Rum Diary. i enjoyed it thoroughly. it has been added to my list of bathtub favorites, along with Pia Pera's "Lo's Diary", and many more. i just started ken kesey's "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest." who knows what i'll read next. Current Mood: drained
|Friday, March 15th, 2002|
got some of the pictures i took with my new camera back and i will put them on here as soon as possible. they aren't as good as i thought they might be because i don't really know how to use the camera that well. i do know that the thing catches every imperfection one could possibly have, which may not be a bad thing.
i have some terrible news that i am having to just kind of take lying down: i am not able to get off work to go to Denton the 22nd for my Cecchetti ballet exam. it's almost as bad as the world ending, but there isn't a damn thing i can do about it, and i don't really have the money to go. to make up for it, i am going to buy a victrola gramophone, phonograph, whatever. i'd like to get my hands on some really swanky old victor records too. mrs. sherman is putting on a recital for all of her guitar students and wants me to play "this boy" in it. i need to get from a D to a Bm (b minor) more smoothly and i need to get over my stage fright when it comes to musical instruments. playing a guitar takes a helluva lot more balls than manipulating your body to music while people just kind of sit there and watch. keith just IMed me. i wonder why the hell he is just now getting into this.
|Tuesday, March 12th, 2002|
wandered around the abandoned areas of purcell taking pictures and found the perfect place to write, sit, and do many other things. will wrote me a letter talking about him being in a piano bar and helping a pianist improvise some piece. now i can't find the letter and i'm getting pissed.
|Sunday, March 10th, 2002|
i can think of ten things i'd rather do than go to work today:
1-finish the third chapter of the new novella i am working on
2-take a very long bath in which i do nothing but read Pia Pera
3-Have my mom's biscuits and hashbrowns for breakfast
(then help my mom clean house)
4-Do ballet barre in the kitchen
5-Take another bath at about 4:00 PM
6-Watch "Illuminata" while drawing the Turtle and Hare Comic (the new one I'm working on)
7-Call Katy and say, "Hey bitch, we should skip school and hang out tomorrow"
8-Go to the feed mill and down by my dance studio to take pictures
9-Play guitar with my windows open
10-Go to mazzio's and get pizza for dinner
It seems odd that at least two out of ten things I do involve food (if not more than two).
|Saturday, March 9th, 2002|
|Friday, March 8th, 2002|
meet chico, my new friend
|Thursday, March 7th, 2002|
since jimmi quit writing (for whatever reason), i had to dig a few old graves up for someone to write to. i am an obsessive letter writer, as many may already know. i love sending mail, i love getting mail-not e-mail, but actual letters with tangible handwriting, not the coldness of impersonal typed words. i wrote another book review for the school newspaper (my assigned section is called "editorials") on Gelsey Kirkland's "Dancing on My Grave." the last one i wrote was on "She's Come Undone," by Wally Lamb. i should really read more. the poetry portfolio is slowly coming together. i've got both cinquains, haikus, and sonnets done. now i have to do a monologue, two 150 word descriptive paragraphs, and i think one character poem...there is another one, but i forgot it. i also finished my essay on john steinbeck, so i am a little happy about that. today might prove to be a decent day.
|Tuesday, March 5th, 2002|
i am starting two new stories. one is a lolita-ish thing, except not so corrupt and fiery, and the other is a parody of well, anything really, and it's three main characters have names from the bible. i am going to go buy the stuff for my poetry portfolio in creative writing tonight, i think. oh yeah, I GOT THE NIKON CAMERA!!! Current Mood: chipper
|Sunday, March 3rd, 2002|
fuck you, live journal. thanks for working so much.
|Saturday, March 2nd, 2002|
|hey, frances farmer
i was thinking of insanity and started reminiscing about this really very wonderful several weeks i spent in a small sterile room with some anorexic girl who tried to hang herself with purple shoe strings. there were all these girls that used to be pretty to their mothers and their fathers were very hopeful, but there they (we) were nothing more than case studies. haha. i shouldn't be talking about this here. it's really very redundant. wouldn't it be a fucking riot if i wrote some kind of sleazy girl-insanity memoirs right here on good ole' faithful livejournal? Current Mood: nostalgic
have to back to work at 6:00, the roof of my mouth is being eaten away from too many blow pops, and i am seroiusly considering buying an artie shaw CD.
so i've acquired this great library from a new hobby of mine: stealing books from the public library. it's probably wrong, but for some reason i don't care. my mom always says karma is going to come kick me in the ass, but i don't know that i believe in all of that. we got one of those beta fishes; the ones with the tail-like stuff that looks like angel wings and little fins and an ugly face. it's blue, has a little burgundy on its head, and brighter shades of blue on its tail. its little fish bowl in on the computer desk and i swear the thing keep swimming over to look at me. it has these little finds that keep vibrating at its sides and its kind of unnerving. i think i may just put a mirror in its tank.
buddly bolden (2nd from the left, holding the horn), the first guy to play jazz around 1895 Current Mood: content
|Friday, March 1st, 2002|
good news. my dad said maybe once the income tax comes in he will buy me that camera and i can pay him back since i still have to pay for guitar lessons and save enough to have me out of here by the time i am 18 (that is if i don't go to college and live a conventional life). i'm looking at new orleans for my destination. if i really get lucky i'll have someone who sees things like i do, or at least pretty damn close to the way i see things. and if all doesn't go as planned, there is always the option to stay in oklahoma and rot away in the suburbs as i am doing now. good life.
i think maybe i will buy the Nikon at the pawn shop as soon as possible, engage young Lauren into posing for me in her pointe shoes (hair down bare-legged)and wander around this town, begging people to pose for me.
|Thursday, February 28th, 2002|
stayed home from school today to catch up on some school work and so i don't have to take a biology test that i think i might fail. i talked to chrystal at work last night and she said she might not let me off work to go to the ballet workshop in texas to take my Cecchetti exam. i think i might have to look for another job. my mom got a job at Petsmart so i am left alone alot here. today has been one of those days that you have only once in a long while. my brother's friend is asleep on the couch and chris (my brother) is asleep in his room. i should be asleep too, but my dad got me up early to tell me that he was going to go shoot guns in the city and would be back later. Current Mood: listless
|Tuesday, February 26th, 2002|
i have to get this poetry portfolio together for a semester grade in creative writing, but i can't turn in anything that is really me (this whole 'clean' writing thing McConathy has going on). what a crock. Current Mood: aggravated
|Sunday, February 24th, 2002|
i just realized jimmi isn't on AOL anymore, or if he is, he has gone undercover. i tried to email him to tell him this dream i had about him. too bad i have forgotten now.
decided to try and let my hair grow out. haven't put anything in this journal for a while it seems. maybe there just isn't anything to put in here. well, i went to the pawn shop the other day and found two ken burns CDs (one Duke Ellington, the other Louis Armstrong). amazingly good finds. $3.00. i also found a Nikon camera for $259 i'd really like to buy. money is a little hard to come by though since the government is raping my dad. he got activated and they pretty much took away his civilian job, or whatever. they cut my hours at work too. i'm thinking of getting another job. i need to go get my license, but i have a genuine fear (terror) of going to the testing facility. i choke up and get nervous when the testing people get in the car. then, when i fail, i feel like shooting myself in the head or going to another planet where you don't need a license to drive. i was thinking maybe i could just give one of the testing people a small sexual favor... Current Mood: listless