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Saturday, September 09, 2000
i love this life because everyday feels like being born again.
posted by vic
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i will be alone forever..the plight of ricki ronrad and how she turned it into a good thing
ok, i lie. i havent turned it into a good thing. i may someday but for now i am merely all dressed up and no cock to go. eww, that was SO vile! fuckin' a people! everyone i met went home with someone else except me tonight! ok, i will explain this horror in the mornin'. a few equations wills suffice for now.
victoire (doesnt play an instrument except for the skin flute) + 2 stoner musicians armed with instruments + one sexually repressed homosexual who is EXTREMELY annoying and bossy + 4 bottle hooch + a shitload of pot = c'mon folks, i think we all know the answer is DISASTER!
posted by vic
@ 01:17
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Friday, September 08, 2000
i am a slob! my room is a horrible hideous pigpen! i just throw shit everywhere with no regard for where it lands or what the consequences of its landing place are! the constantly in a state of overflowing ashtrays are by the open window so every breath of air i take is combined with sweet, sweet ash. there's gum all over the carpeting and the walls by the garbage can because i am a very bad aim. my sheets have fallen into the garbage can and i am too repulsed with the thought of washing them to remove them from it. there are empty water bottles and milk cartons everywhere. my once nice seperate spaces for dirty and clean clothes have morphed into a giant, streaming gradient of questionable smells. and still, still i do nothing. is that depression? or is it just that i have finally made this place my home?
the anti-gillian campaign is over!! and i have triumphed! the key was: i will be completely myself and she will follow suit and therefore be more comfortable and herself and not tell self-righteous, designed to impress exaggerations! yoink! and the moral is: always be yourself!
tonight, tonight my friends, we will drink. and drink heavily with no reminders that tomorrow i have to spend my entire day in the library playing "student". tonight i will be king!
posted by vic
@ 18:15
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Can anyone explain to me what megalomania is? Does it only occur with drugs (LSD) or what? As Jason and I sit here drinkin beer, we came across it.
posted by rayve nation
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speaking from the viewpoint of a citzen of the city of chicago as well as an employee of the city of chicago, i would say that spending $150 to avoid taking a $1.50 el ride and spending the day in that hellhole that is traffic court is a little pricey. and speaking as someone who is in college now and broke as a mutherfucker, you're gonna want that money later. now if you're coming from inexhaustabile funds, spend the money. it's not an issue of being a brat at all. traffic court sucks - pure and simple. i paid the full price of my ticket and took the extra mark on my pure as the driven slush driving record but that's cuz i wasnt about to book it out to effingham county. it's ALWAYS okay to pay your way out of a mess - hell, it's a god-given american middle class brat right! but i garuantee that one month from now when you're out of cigarettes and pot you're gonna be kicking yourself. wouldnt you rather smoke that money?
posted by vic
@ 12:35
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yeah so my conversations of the west recitation just totally sucked. we discussed genesis 22 (please somebody deliver me from the DAMNED bible!) but it was not in the way i wanted to and i just walked out of the class feeling like i had no idea what we were supposed to have accomplished. i hate that. hopefully the rest of the rct's wont be so lame.does anybody else have recitations? does anybody know what im talking about?
i like college because it makes me realize how absolutely 100% ignorant i am about everything. i mean everything. i dont know anything. at all. i cannot stress that enough. yay college! here's for thinking!
now i will eat lunch and then mark and i are going to the met. he needs an HOUR to take a shower. what?
chris is coming up today to see becky so i assume we will be drinking tonight. i think i can take it though, just NO fruity and/or tequila-ridden drinks pour moi.
posted by vic
@ 11:36
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So I decided what my favorite part of college is: it's the fact that I can go out and do whatever I please even when I have school the next day. I almost overslept my 9:30 class this morning cuz I was out a drinkin' last night. It was really smooth (haven't said that one in a long time) and one love----the band playing at the place played "I'm a Soul Man" and James Brown. Wait Marisa, your entry--what? Me no understand. I think we finally found the number for weed delivery...Oh, and Heya Billy Healy--how's it going? Alright, time to go and learn this fucked up french that the quebecois speak (looks like one Stephanie is gonna get her ass kicked if anyone sees that)...
posted by Record Album
@ 11:02
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hey, yeah, lulu (mark) wrote that. not me.
posted by marisa jo
@ 01:15
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Thursday, September 07, 2000
here's to sweat baby rays, and little pigs. marisa sais thanks for the Becky. any way back to the master of ceremonies James brown.
posted by marisa jo
@ 23:56
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the anti-gillian campaign phase 4: i tell gillian that she can do whatever she wants if she puts her mind to it and works hard. this is after she spills her guts about how she'll never get into a grad school except CUNY and her whole life is going to be a mess for the rest of her life.
i am no longer naming this the anti-gillian campaign. instead i am only going to give her constan reassurance and go-team-go spirit in the form of empty platitudes. my final insult will come when i tell her that she should just set up a little cardboard stand a la Lucy and give out advice in Washington Square Park for 50 cents a question. if you knew her, you would find this extremely hilarious. see, where as i would think it was funny if someone told me that, she will be deeply upset because it is so fucking true and she takes herself really seriously. and the real question remains: how does she do this and smoke so much pot?
other things that dont fit anywhere else:
1.my room looks like a 7-11 exploded in it.
2.journaling is the ultimate form of self-love. i do this for myself only, because as matt heinrich stated so well, "your eyes are growing wide from the profundity of your own high-talk" damn right. matt just called journaling "catharsis by mental masturbation"
3.my friend mark said that bradley brought us together b/c i met him when he was playing sublime outside. from one stoner to another, i think that is the greatest thing i've ever heard.
4.the fat guy from 2Gether is chris farley's brother. and i dont think i mentioned this before but Becky and i SAW together walking down the fucking street! they walked by us and as i brushed shoulders with the "shy one" i thought 'my, he looks like dale salantini' (which is what i always think about that shy one for some reason not at all based in a kernel of truth). but then i realized that the fat one, the mean one, the little one, and sneezy were all there too and becky and i started freaking out yelling, "those are those guys..from that show! on mtv! those guys!" and they turned around and waved. i would like to make it known publicly right now that the shy one is shorter than the little guy. it's all been a scam people - with tricks and mirrors. they're ALL really short. even the mean one. don't be fooled.
5.my friend mark says, "i've never met a girl stoner before". then we decide im not really a girl at all and i drink out of a milk carton and he says to his friends, "see what i mean? she's tight!" (people in DC say "tight" a lot and i've begun to find it endearing in the lad). in fact, i have begun to find a lot endearing in him and the more i sit here alone the more i find endearing! oh away-crushes, how i love you. it's always so fun to wanna do someone when they're not around but when they are you forget all about it. it lends to a win-win situation = the angsty though blissful sweet pain of desire and also the comforts of good sexless friends. yay! ive discovered the answer! be alone forever! oh, man, i need to go to bed. i completely forgot what the fuck i was talking about. um, yeah..woooah...one love.
oops! i forgot mark says "right right" too and he has almost every sublime bootleg ever and maceo parker(!)!. oh man, that was SO totally crushed out! what is going on?!?!
posted by vic
@ 23:35
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I'm getting my Physics on right now. I guess this is the un-fun part of college our parents warned us about.
posted by rayve nation
@ 22:56
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the mtv video music awards - prepare for skapocalypse
okay, a disser-fucking-tation needs to be written on the mess that i just watched for the last two hours. let it be known - pop culture as you know it is about to change forever. look people - it is now agreed upon by everyone that mtv has completely lost its cool and is nothing but a popculture ENEMA...but yet the stars keep coming back and sucking its cock anyway! this show was like watching the television show, "fame". it was just a bunch of over-acting quasi-talented theater brats talking shit and fighting for popularity! nobody else saw this? it was incredible! the people that we put on tv and listen too are nothing but whiny, shit-talking THEATER KIDS! fine, christina and fred put aside their differences long enough to do a song together but they never once touched each other or even "jammed" together. there was a no love philosophy going on at mtv tonight and it was bad. every presenter asked the burning question, "why am i here?" out loud and every performance was weak, lip-synched, and just a cleaned up version of a circus show. not a single person affiliated with that production gave a damn about the music except for my beloved chili peppers. they of course, gave a stellar performance and heartwarming acknowledgements for their awards. are they the nicest men in show business? yes. and why? because they understand the business. just like me. um, i really had a great idea to write an essay about how this marks about the coming of the end of the world but im too high. whooops. so, maybe later.
i leave you with this: for the final performance the fine young trio, blink-182, played. they sang their one, overplayed hit song "all the small things". the performance was weak at best as that scampy one (not the bad-ass/hot one and not the drummer) attempted to feign interest in the cesspool of musical mediocrity that has become his life. as i looked into the badasses' eyes, i could see his heart breaking with each sad little note he sang. he knew it, we all knew it...the joke was over...your popular celebrity friend was calling your house, knocking on your door, and you were just too tired of his shit to answer. you were hiding in the living room watching animalplanet. the time has come my friends. popculture has died tonight. and the midgets jumped on trampolines and rode little scooters screaming, "ding dong the witch is dead."
posted by vic
@ 22:45
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So smells, ah well VIc you have come to right place. i happen to be takin a class in the realm of the elusive sense of smell. I haven't learned thay much yet so all I wll suggest that lime away is a good thing for bathrooms. Heavy man!
posted by marko
@ 16:34
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smells, smells, SMELLS!
for someone who has virtually no sense of smell left, i am plagued by the olfactory hell-hole that is this room/suite. could somebody please help me out and tell me what natural remedies (or just cheap) there are for removing the smell of smoke and old depression from this room?also do you think there is a way for my mother to mail me something from home and to seal the smell of my house in with it? last but not least: how often does a bathroom being used by three girls need to be cleaned? how does one clean a bathroom? what are the steps one takes and the supplies needed? (mike im sure can answer this!) all help is much appreciated! thanks!
p.s. i am not one of those kids who has never done laundry before (becky!), it's just that i've never cleaned the bathroom. fine, fine, im a little jerk.
posted by vic
@ 13:54
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imagine my horror this morning as i awoke and slowly rolled over to look at the clock and see how much time i had before the alarm was to go off and see that there were no numbers on my clock and that it had become unplugged during the night. on my first day of real classes. so i shot out of bed and woke up the computer to see that i hadnt overslept too bad but only had twenty minutes to clean up and get to class. mission successful but it really scared the shit outta me. my writing workshop is very small with a nice, pretty young grad student as the teacher and it doesnt seem to be too much work. my urban sociology class, now named cities, communities, and urban life, is incredible. it is exactly what i want to do. what i think i have discovered though is that i really want to do that kind of work in chicago. i know i talked a blue streak about how i would never live there again and blah, blah, blah, but im really just a big liar (you all knew that anyway). i love chicago. i love new york, but this is not my element. well, we'll see. i went to the activities fair and was bombarded with as much socialist literature as i could carry (what is UP with these nyu kids and socialism?) i signed up for nearly everything (except for the sororities) because i am a big dork who would like to be involved. now off to lunch and then my ugh, math class. gillian says it's really math for morons so i guess it sounds right up my alley.
posted by vic
@ 12:35
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Wednesday, September 06, 2000
it's really cool when you finally remember exactly who you are. i think i found my niche. i think i saw what will be my freshman year tonight when i was high playing foosball and waiting for my laundry. i dont think anyone can possibly understand how UN-chill NYC is. everybody is about dressing up reall hott and going out clubbing. i just cant do it! i mean, yeah, once a week i can drink and get stupid and be crazy but i am not about to do that shit every night! and to classes even! the girls here wear HEELS to class! and why? i think it all must be wrapped up with getting a boy to notice you and filling the void( hehe..literally too) when will people realize that cheap, shitty sex really, really sucks? it doesnt make you happy and it certainly doesnt make things better for humankind! shit, coulda had a v8! yeah, uh, do bongs. what was i talking about?
3 classes tomorrow. mark is already saying im trying to kill him b/c he has to read and i keep asking him to come get high. whhooops. we have both decided that tomorrow is pot-free thursday. (little does he know that i will never be able to keep that promise!) i met two bens tonight and they were both really cool. the one ben(aka caddy) and i are going to create the foosball club. who knew i would actually enjoy a sport. i cant believe i just called foosball a sport. i bet karen is laughing her ass off whenever she reads that. (whaddup k!) ben caddy is very markrodriguez-esque. unfortunately he lives somewhere far, far away. (brittany dorm..it's probably not far at all but i dont know where it is) ok. bedtime. yes, that's what i was trying to do. goodnight all my friends, i love you all and wish you were here!
kelly - have you fallen off the face of the earth?
posted by vic
@ 23:50
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i had the cigarette with becky and then i went up to mark's room (the one friend i made yesterday) and he has the nicest dorm ive ever seen complete with windows on all sides (you can see the sunset over the river and the empire state building both from the same room!) and a full kitchen. we have now begun to devise a scheme in which i move up there and one of his frat-esque roommates takes my single. this will probably never happen as i can see the two of us together can barely do a load of laundry, let alone a moving scam. heh. life's good. i've regained my sight and now i am able to see the beauty this city has. it's really hard sometimes to find it but if you open your eyes real wide you can catch a glimmer.
now off to my boyfriend, george glass...
becky says, "i'll give you two some alone time...(me and mark)" unfortunately, the two of us have already discussed how we're void of nearly all sexual impulses. hah. sometimes being a stoner sucks. no, wait, it doesnt.
posted by vic
@ 21:33
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alright, so i admit it, this is kinda my dear diary but i choose to believe it is not because i have nothing else to do, but because i am compelled to write, and i am howyousay, ambitious. HAHAAHAH!!!
phase 3 in the anti-gillian campaign: i discuss different types of pot with her and a guest. i name prices and names and her guest and i get in a conversation about bc bud and some guy in jersey who cultivates different kinds and keeps them in 50 different tuppaware containers in his growroom but will never let anyone smoke it cuz it's too potent (wha?). we then discuss how wonderful it must be in vancouver because there would be so much variety and it would all be homegrown. gillian is uncomfortable. i resist my tempation to yell out, "legalize it, mon!" but i soon will be able to resist no longer. and then i think we all know that one step after that is "load up the bong, crank up the song, let the informer call 9-1-1!" (wait, is it "load" or "pack"? either way) now i am going to go have a cigarette in the park with becky and hopefully an adventure with the mentally insane!
today i saw a homeless fight. i walked by these five guys, a posse, really, on the way home from class and they were just talking and doing their thing. one of them was obviously an old hippie and they were all obviously homeless but they were still talking about all these ideas anyway (nyc is jammed full of everyone and anyone talking about ideas. i dont know how this hellhole became the intellectual capital of the universe, but it did.). on the way back out i passed them again only this time one of the crazy old men was holding a younger guy in an angry way. that's the only way i can describe it - he wasnt punching him and they were both so weak and/or fucked up that there really was no danger of hard-core violence, he was just holding his head and semi-squeezing and yanking. the younger one was crying (and he was a tough-appearing kid complete with tattoos and goodlooks) and the older one was yelling and attempting to hurt him. the hippie started pulling the old guy off saying, "that's enough, man. that's enough" as the other guys held the younger one while he cried. the old crazy instigator had to be detained by the hippie and another man until he calmed down. it was one of the craziest things i've ever seen and i cant explain why but i hope somebody else understands the many levels of this situation.
what was i going to do again? oh yes, cigarette.
posted by vic
@ 19:36
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hello.this is billy healy. i told erin clancy to look at twoheadedmonster.org and she was like "it's so funny. i remember hearing about it but i didn't know it was going to be all vicki-dear diary." you are appreciated. hi marissa and stephanie and mike. and tell lulu (mark) i said hello.
posted by Billy
@ 18:28
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thanks karen for the mail! it was great..i just got it. im wearing the ankle bracelet (i hope it's supposed to be an ankle bracele or else you severly over-estimated the size of my wrist!).it's so unique and it's really cool - see - house o' crafts did pay off! my mom sent me some pics from before i left and my paycheck and stamps and a $20 bill. she is the sweetest lady on the face of the earth. has anybody else realized how precious their parents are lately? both of them just keep doing these great things! now i am off to nap as i have no more classes today.
posted by vic
@ 12:31
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tell me again about how sororities are about sisterhood, and how they're full of bright young women who are serious about issues, and service, and unicorn mascots.
posted by vic
@ 11:09
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well, i think we all knew that stephanie will always be the asshole who falls asleep in class. some things never change. which is why it doesnt surprise me that i am still a professor groupie and find my professor for conversations of the west:antiquity and the renaissance extremely do-able. is that wrong? am i going to be that girl that sleeps with her professors? where do people sleep with their professors? is it total dirty porn-style on desks, or do you go to his home? or is it in the DORM? more of these ultimate questions to be answered in our next lecture: oedipus and suffering. heehee. i can't wait.
posted by vic
@ 10:16
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Tuesday, September 05, 2000
oh! and i forgot!
mission: make gillian get picture that i am not like her and that i am done pretending to be
phase 1: gillian asks how freshman convocation was and i give her some stupid high answer complete with patented nose-eye rub
gillian is still smiling but i can see her judging me.
phase 2: gillian asks what i've been doing all day and i laugh and say, "smoking dope, getting high".
gillian says, "right" and walks away!
ha! holy mischeif. why is she so hard-ass? you never expect to find that in a stoner. oh well.
posted by vic
@ 22:18
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the last post got fucked up. i will try to fix it. no. maybe marisa will. hah!
ok...so remember like, 2 hours ago when i posted about being free of gillian and going back to being me? well, it's on. this was the greatest night ive had since ive been here and i will never be able to describe it. i made a friend. and he's so cool. we're counterparts. it's incredible. we've lived these similar existences but so far apart (gee, sound familiar?). the greatest part is that we met because of sublime. i saw him jamming on these bongos a couple nights ago but i was totally trashed and he was playing and we didnt really talk except for him to say he had bootlegs and we would talk later. but then i saw him today in the cafeteria and i invite him up to smoke a bowl. so we do, and we have this amazing fucking creativity thought-session and i am so relieved. there are people here like me. we've decided that we are going to bond together and seek out others. holy shit - i just realized we created another monster. the monster lives!!!! ONE LOVE!!!
and now i am going to eat cookies i just bought from the store and drink milk out of the carton because i can have milk now that i moved the phantom fridge up from becky's room. it's really funny - somebody left a fridge in their room with the note - "please don't touch- belongs to angela delaney". now the fridge is in my room but im going to keep the note on it for shits and giggles.
the guy at the deli i go to get water and milk from always grabs my hand and winks at me when he gives me change. he asked if he could come home with me to chicago for christmas. then i step outside and 4 hoods are passing a joint. oh new york, sometimes i really love you.
classes start tomorrow. im in a good place now and i am so happy. wow, the tao giveth and the tao taketh away, but really it's good to have really hardcore bad times because it gives you some balance. i like balance. gee, maybe i'll get it tattooed on my arm, rachael ohman. (hysterics!)
posted by vic
@ 22:14
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you'll like it.
posted by vic
@ 21:43
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let me explain the last post. i have thought that i had to be friends with gillian b/c she gets me high and i had no other friends or way of getting pot. but now i have my own, and i no longer have to suffer through her mind-games. i just realized that she is supermadfreakyweird and she has been playing psychological mind-fuck with me. what a creep! (weird coincidence: everytime she knocks on the door it's 4:20. but she's not one of those people who you can say, "dude, it's 4:20 everytime you knock!" to cuz she'd be like, "rrright")
wow, i am so glad that i figured this out. daneane, becky and i just smoked a couple bowls and it was finally like normal people. i felt normal. thank god.
so now i have a new plan: i am going to slowly make her see that i am really a big obnoxious stoner who likes to laugh loud and be stupid and a kid and have fun. now i have a little creepy goal of my own! then when she finally figures it out she will still have to help me out with getting pot (cuz we do have a quasi-friendship that she's too polite and east-coast to back out of) but she wont want to ever hang out with me because im an embarassment! hahah!
the new-old vicki is back: i will now just be myself and let the good times roll.
p.s. i apologize to anyone who has had to listen to and or read my self-pitying bullshit in the last week. i just get a little depressed sometimes. alright, one love. hope you're all doing well. i love you all.
marisa - massive amounts of sorries for anything i said that was stupid. i dont know if i did but im sorry regardless. i just love you so much. i worry cuz i love. you're so special and incredible and you dont know it.
posted by vic
@ 18:42
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there's a new sheriff in town. and she's high as a mutherfucker.
the reign of terror of gillian, supercontrol queen, is over. i am now going to return to the girl we all knew i was. hahaah!
posted by vic
@ 16:50
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Classes started today and I decided to play the "I'm a hard-worker everybody!" card very unsuccessfully. As I sat in my Intro to African History course, I cursed at the kids sitting next to me in my head because they weren't paying attention, and why would you sign up for a course that you didn't like, blah blah etc. blah. Then- after the first hour- I proceeded to nod off to sleep and as I awoke I realized that I'm still the asshole that falls asleep in class!!! Yeah, but in other news, I have been informed that the Hell's Angels control all the weed dealing around Montreal, and in order to get weed delivered to your door, you have to register with them somehow on the phone. Also, if you start dealing weed on a larger-than-friends scale, they will come to your door and beat the shit out of you. There goes that plan...
posted by Record Album
@ 16:11
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first off - i am up this early because i have to go to this frehsman convocation/class thing. second off - i have discovered the reason that i have been slowly going insane (so THAT'S the reason). well, there are many. one is because my suitemate gillian is a "pothead", but she's not a stoner. she cant stand kids who smoke pot and then "get silly" or gee, have fun. im so sick of her bullshit. she is the least fun pothead i have ever met. she's all about constantly maintaining this extreme level of control. hello? it's a mind altering substance - arent you supposed to let go with it? i guess marijuana doesnt cure all. i need to get away from her as quickly as possible. goddamit, this is really oppressive. and the weed here sucks. *sigh*.
posted by vic
@ 05:49
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Monday, September 04, 2000
oh my sweet god
my other roommate, the one who isnt a pothead, has added a custom made sign (complete with cartoon bottles of beer and the universal "no" red slash across them) to her door that reads, "no alcoholic beverages beyond this point". and i cant tell if it's a joke or not. irony, perhaps...please?
i knew that the paranoid delusional theories i had about her being really crazy and scary and a rule-abider were true. somebody hold me.
posted by vic
@ 22:03
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ok - here is the actual transcript from a twoheadedmonster "fan" (HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!) answering my burning urine question(haha - burning urine)
From: "david gentle" | Block address
To:
Subject: that is foul
Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2000 04:15:02 +0100
Add Addresses
It's always a good idea to employ bleach. Also the smell of your urine
often
relates to the smell of your diet. Eat less spicy foods. Yes. And look
at
the beauty of my weblogs. They shimmer with love.
David Gentle
Blogdex: http://www.webtribe.net/d/davidgentle/info.html
see, somebody does read this!
billy healy just sent me the nicest letter ever. I love him to peices!!!
once again, i tried to read taming of the shrew but i got too high and have failed miserably. i was supposed to read it for a mini-fake class thing tomorrow and i have waited till the final hour. now on account of my sleep, sleepy, sleepiness i will go to bed and wake up at 6 am to finish the blasted beast! gee, this doesnt sound so much different than high school afterall...
posted by vic
@ 21:57
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My roomate just farted very loudly and thought it was really funny, and now he keeps farting periodicly. What have I gotten myself into???
p.s. Kelly, enter a nickname in your profile to get your name to show up on your blogs. (you silly fuck!)
posted by rayve nation
@ 19:55
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whoa - i am so sorry for that last blog. whoa. so i go , and i open up my incredible tao book and it falls open to pg. 110: self-pity. and what do i read? "the only thing blocking you from your perfect happiness and fulfillment in the present moment is self-pity." and i read the little section and i'm done. i strongly urge all of humanity to buy "the barefoot doctor's guide to the tao" as it is the perfect mixture of someone you love telling you to shut up, giving you a hug, and sending you on your way to do wonders. ahhhh....
posted by vic
@ 18:39
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man, i cant remember the last time i was this confused. i dont know what the hell is going on. i need fuck, i dont know what i was going to put there because my aunt called in the middle of that sentence. i dont even know what i need. i feel like adam fucking duritz. i need a raincoat. i need a phonecall. if i listened to that song right now i may possibly die from sadness. my moods are changing so fast and this hell-weather doesnt help. i need a pack of cigarettes. i need classes to start. i need 9 positive physical touches a day or i am going to whither and die like every poor unlucky hamster they do that experiment on. this morning i was fine. now i need more than i've got.
part of me wants someone to say, "shut the fuck up" to me and part of me wants someone to call my mom and tell her to come and get me. although i guess i'd rather someone put me in my melodramatic place, so step right up.
posted by vic
@ 18:25
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Goddamn! I just deleted everything i wrote. And I can't figure out how to change my profile to show a name. I will forever be the blogger without a face. or a name. The pictures look tres excellent. Anyone else notice the baskin robbins ice cream pics only feature one picture with ice cream? I'm watching TNT right now and Sixteen Candles is on. I guess the superstation is only showing young poeple oriented movies today, since there's no school. I think it's real stand-up of them to do that for the kids. hey, here's a question: what's the 80's facination with exchange students,particularly asian exchange students? sixteen candles has the long duck whatever character, and Better off Dead with John cusack has crazy foriegn students as well. Je ne comprende pas. hey, i dropped french. Ha! i still got it! well, i must be off. This is America's Sweetheart, aka Kelly J Coffey, signing off.
posted by Kelljoy
@ 10:41
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Dammit! everytime i try to do anything...read, leave, SLEEP, my roommate comes over and gets me high! christ, im all for the free pot, but shit, i can't get anything done!
in better news: i now feel comfortable with her. whew. finally.
posted by vic
@ 02:30
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letting elliott smith speak for me. trying to remind myself where i am, what this is and, more importantly, what this isn't. trying to stop myself from falling into that same stupid pattern: take a few months to liberate myself, feel good for a bit, then go right back into that stupid thing before i remember it isn't right for me, that it never works. i guess i get so happy without it that i convince myself everything can be just what i want it. and then the tiniest thing, something i forgot mattered to some people, hits me, throws me back into the ground. and here i am. already getting antsy after just two weeks. just got so used to perpetual motion.
all this keeps making me think about new orleans and how happy i was there and i don't really understand what happened. why can't everyone be like that? holy idealism, batman.
goodnight.
posted by marisa jo
@ 02:06
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i smoked one million cigarettes tonight editing those fucking photos and im still not done. it was really cool to look at all the damn good psycho-ward times we've had. i'm beginning to think my pcp freak-out had something to do with the fact that i havent found anyone to be mental with here. and sometimes, we need to have a little mental expression. oh, and somebody does read this page because he sent me a suggestion about the urine smell. to clarify for all others: the urine smell is not from me or anyone in this suite. it has been baked into the walls from years and years of some asshole pissing on them. well, that's my guess.
posted by vic
@ 01:29
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Sunday, September 03, 2000
family is the greatest thing ever part 2: my cousin leslie just called to tell me how there's a high-speed rail from nyc to boston and she cant wait to come visit. she also told me that i can come and see her whenever i want. oh, i feel so warm!
on an unrelated note: i must find a way to stop our bathroom from reaking like old urine! any suggestions?
posted by vic
@ 21:58
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sometimes i think family is really the greatest thing ever. who else will always honestly care for your well-being just because you're you? my aunt carole just wrote me the nicest note and with all the help she has been giving me and my mom lately, all her other "transgressions" have cancelled out. my dad called me today and played van halen's, "how do i know when it's love" over the phone and asked me if i remembered how we used to listen to it in the porsche together. i swear, sometimes i dont think i give the man enough credit. it almost made me cry. i could cry right now. but, i will not as i am still in the process of getting my shit together for the day that school will finally start (dear god, deliver me from the purgatory that has been the last week). becky and i went to the the met today. it was good to get out of here and that museum is quite possibly the most incredible thing i have ever seen. it beats the art institute bloody with a stick. we only got to spend an hour and some there so i will have to return at a later date. as soon as i get everything sorted out i am going to go over all my pics and alter, shrink, zip and send them to marisa so hopefully they can get put up. you could say that the latest pic update inspired me. you could say a lot of things. early goodnight to all of you!
posted by vic
@ 21:03
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the pics are great. but i cant believe you put that one of me with taped nipples up. thank god no one looks at this anyway!
posted by vic
@ 17:26
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i love my mom so much. she sent me this big package chock-full of delectable items: all my good books, all my nyu stuff i foolishly left at home, SOCKS, vitamins, bag of riesen chocolates(!), and oh god, a huge pack of icebreakers. i miss her so much. and the comforts of home, and just being away from the way this city stinks all the time. oh well, becky and i went to the met today so who am i to complain? as hard as it is to think i have to live in this insane whirlwind of non-stop movement and change for the next four years, i really cant imagine being anywhere else!
posted by vic
@ 17:19
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Hey Kids! How is everybody? Someone call me at college so I can be like "oh look, I have messages!" and I haven't had the internet for a while, and as a result am not up to date on what's been happening with everybody. Also, if you haven't sent me your college shit, do it! So how has college been, you ask? Well, it has been one huge party so far. I have killed quiet Stephanie and buried her in the backyard. Molson, the Canadian beer company, sponsors orientation. All my housemates are cool. I got with three guys in four nights---I guess that dry spell really paid off! All of y'all would love it here b/c you can get weed delivered to your front door, and let me tell you, this I heart weed sign that can be seen on the computer right now, is not helping my case as a good McGill student!!!! Well, I'm still in the running for McGill Hockey Queen 2000----wish me luck! MLove you kids! bye!
posted by Record Album
@ 15:05
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i love that i can walk downstairs on a sunday morning afternoon and find a living room full of men watching televised sports. i feel so at home.
oh, and mike -- what???
posted by marisa jo
@ 15:01
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Well, i had an interesting evening last night. Gregg, Alex, and I went to 'tower city', this huge downtown shopping mall, and I attempted to get some clothes, but I was too lazy so we just went to a music store and I bought a Bjork dvd. {Shit, I think my roomate just caught me masurbating, but I'm not sure. oh well.} Well, after a few hours, we tried to get out of the mall, but we couldn't, and we ended up walking down this long stuffy hallway that was for employees only, and when we got to the end, the exit was locked!! Then we all panicked because we were running out of oxygen. We ran back down the hallway, and right as we get to the door that we came from, it starts to open. Thinking that every man was for himself, I hide behind the door, so that when it opens, the person can't see me, while I leave Alex and Gregg out in the open; vulnerable to attack. You'd think that some security guard would come through that door to bust us. But no, it wasn't an adult, it was three kids, and they were like "we just wanted to take a look around." Not only that, but they also went to Case! So we tried to be friendly with them, but they just weren't interested in us goofballs, so we started following them, thinking they would know how to leave this so-called Tower City hell hole. We end up following them out of the building, and we stay on their tail a few more blocks. I then decided that we were being too creepy, so we stopped. We took a bus back home (it was about 9:00). On the way home, the bus broke down, but I'm glad it did, because then I was able to throw up outside, instead of all over the bus. I am very well with my puke. As a child, I remember that I would never puke on the ground; I would always manage to get it in the toilet. You might call me an expert. (avant-garde, perhaps?). After that, we went to Gregg's dorm, and listened to some music and shit, and I fell asleep right then and there, so I went to bed, while Alex and Gregg went to play four square.
But little did I know that Jeff would be on AIM when I signed on just out of habit, and I ended up talking to him on the phone for hours. I'm so sick of justifying myself to him. His way of thinking is so backwards, and he keeps saying stuff like "we are the same person" when in fact we are opposites (but not in a good stoner way), and I want to be like "you don't know me; how do you know what I am like?"
I can't wait till Jason comes home, because then I can get my smoke on. He went to some rave. It's cool because he's from around here, so he knows where to get certain.....things besides ice cream. heheh. one love.
posted by rayve nation
@ 12:49
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So bliser blas was a fas. That is all. Went to Mod ee san tee day, Here smokeen weet Jah,
posted by marko
@ 03:30
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