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Saturday, September 30, 2000
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKE!!!! i don't know to get through to you right now, but i left a message on vic's answering machine. I hope you have a good time in New York--I love you!
posted by Record Album
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caned girls - somebody looked for this lovely search string and found our webpage. oooh, sickos. but how wonderful that they were looking for sick porn and found this instead. i love supplying for the freaks.
posted by vic
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dear diary,
this was the greatest night of college EVER. in fact, this was one of the greatest nights of my life. i will explain all tomorrow. it involves a fire and the fact that i am too sexy for my shirt.
love you all. goodnight!
love, vicki
posted by vic
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Friday, September 29, 2000
Speaking of Dave LeBreton...guess who I saw at the breakfast place last week when that guy tried to pick me up on account of my Bears shirt? That's right, it's dave lebreton. He was all incognito in one of those sporty outfits that all the kids are wearing these days. when I told courtney she told me she's been trying to find him everywhere. went out to coffee with her this morning, which was really chill, and we laughed at that old trap called high school. then I realized that I was just a misunderstood kid back then. see, i was being "mysterious" all the while, and everyone just misunderstood me and thought I was being quiet!
K-did you get that fucking package yet?!
John- what's your granny gonna wear to the wedding?....velvet perhaps.... oh! and what is your zip code?!
posted by Record Album
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Hey Vic
I must agree with you on the Kava Kava, I brought down a pound, and my SUnday's had never been better until I ran out in about two weeks. Today I try and leave my room for good, because my roommaate is a crazy man (i.e smoking up outside of the residence halls late at night by his lonesome, and jimmying the locks to commons about every night and stealing microwaves) THis place is the greatest.
Kava
posted by marko
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oooh john. i only have two words for you: do bongs.
i miss you. all of you, but in particular at this moment you, john. it's not too early for thanksgiving plans. im already almost booked! there are over 10 cafeterias/eating establishment places here. they're all different. i would do kava kava as much as i could if i were you, or anyone, for that matter. it's a natural happy place. on islands where it's a normal thing to do, everyone is happy as pigs in shit all the time. and yes i remember that communist party. ooh man, that's one of the most crazy nights of my high school career if only for the huh? factor. we get in an accident, get stoned and drive to bridgeport on the worst snowstorm of the year to see dave lebreton's band play at a communist bookstore. what? ooh..tim brown. that was only the first of many nights he would tear me to shreds with his biting remarks and well-placed humblings. too bad he never tore my clothes to shreds, that's what we all really wanted. but only karen told him ("i have a crush on you...sigh" cue head on shoulder...oh ouch!) man, those were the (good?) eh, old days. goodnight all.
posted by vic
@ 01:36
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John Campbell
Um hello again! Karen I got your bongoscope picture! Thank you! I foiund this letter I wrote the first week of school but I dont have envelopes yet... But I have stamps. Anyway I will send it. Aboiut that hookup, theres this kid I have to ask. I'll probly see him tomorrow maybe. Hey, Marisa, do you remember that night in the stairwell when you and Matt and V went to breakfast and I got called SIDS for the first time? Well, were those cigarettes you had Camel Specials, or Turkish blend? I keep wondering that. Um, general question here... is it too early to start planning for Thanksgiving weekend plans? You guys want to come over for my Moms wedding? (hahahahahahaaaa. vomit) shit. Do yous guys have a central cafeteria? or is it a foodcourt type thing? Would you buy Kava Kava drinks in the hall at school? I didn't really think about it. I just got this memory of maggie at that "show" at the communist bookstore that night that V got in that accident and then Mike didn't. And she was eating Kava Kava pills or something. And there was something going on at the Dunkin Donuts... Was it something with Tim Brown? Anyway. No. Daniels girlfriend is arriving tomorrow and that means I am moving out. I might just crash in the smoker's study. With a blanket and a box of donuts and some toothpaste to wash up with at night. Jusrt live off the Fat of th' land. ahem. well adios
posted by egeus
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Thursday, September 28, 2000
Holy shit Karen! I thought that I had told you about that book---I saw the movie, it was so goddamn good...You have to see it, Robin Williams is fucking great looking in that movie, and Glen Close is the mother. I've been looking everywhere for that and Nikki Giovanni poetry in this god forsaken country!!! Oh I'm so glad you said that K! Hey so I was supposed to go with my roommate Ella to Boston this weekend for Rosh Hashanah (sp?) and I'm pissed that I couldn't. I was gonna be the token catholic at the table! Ah well....hey Wayne Gretzky's Ukrainian...
posted by Record Album
@ 22:29
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karen, im assuming that when you speak of this choosing between good and evil, you're refering to exercise as the evil. yes you can do both! hello, it's called balance! opposites are fun!
posted by vic
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sometimes i listen to screeching weasel and the only explanation i have for this is that i must hate myself.
posted by vic
@ 13:29
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there's no "me" in "womYn's center"
well, after going poster shopping with laura and becky and seeing both milla jovovich (that site is really funny..the description is "looking for some good sense-o'-milla?") and John Frusciante(from the Red Hot Chili Peppers oh, how i love them more and more with each passing day) walking together next to us on the street, I headed over to the womyn's center for the weekly meeting. i sat down in my very un-radical outfit and haircut and waited for the rest of the ladies who are all extremely hip in that way that only very attractive radical lesbian feminists CAN be. the meeting started and slowly i was made aware that the meeting would not be centering around the scheduled topic of "menstruation" (and oh, how i was dying to see how these womyn were gonna tackle that one!), but around the fact that a boy had been present at the last two meetings and there had been an anonymous message left by a woman that stated she felt uncomfortable that there was a man in this "safe space". so, for an hour all of us gals talked about this problem of this man and what to do about it.
real problem: oh, im sorry but is this any less pathetic and stupid then a bunch of gabby broads talking shit about some guy behind his back? nope. they told us all that we should "take this opportunity" of him not being here so we could discuss him...behind his back. we all sat in a circle and went around so that each woman could express what she felt about the situation, or she could pass if she wasnt ready to verbalize her feelings. this went on for fucking ever as each girl had to outbullshit the other by working in more terms like, "violating a safe space" and "appropriating space" (what the fuck?) and about not being "exclusatory". no one wanted to kick him out per se, because as one girl so eloquently put it (gee, why didnt I think of this? oh maybe cuz im not full of shit!) perhaps the said straight white male thought that some of us biological women identified as straight white men and he wouldnt understand why we were kicking him out and THAT'S why he had come to the group. how was he to assume that we all identfy as men? then she suggested that we go around the whole room and state if we identify as men or women (are you still there? do you still understand? me neither). and if we kick out the guy, we will have to kick out all biological women who identify as straight men and where the hell do we draw the line? when it got to me i said, "look, i dont care what you do but is anyone else pissed off that we just spent the last HOUR and 10 minutes discussing one man? isnt there something else we could be doing with our time?" nobody listened. they did, however, listen in horror to the 50 year old creepy troll-esque lady who shouted out during her turn in a thick cuban accent, "look! men havent changed in one generation and if they tell you they have they are full of shit! all men are assholes!" she was the only comic relief of the entire night. and sadly enough, the one person i identified with most. at least she said what she meant and didnt beat around the bush (haha..womYn's center...bush...get it?hi. im vicki, im a biological woman who identifies as a dirty old man). in the end, nothing was decided. suprise suprise. we did make a nice poster with a marker about the possible things we could do about this. surprisingly, nobody mentioned the fact that the girl who had complained had never been contacted to see what exactly her problem was, nor did anyone suggest that the straight male in question be talked to and made aware of the situation like any NORMAL FUCKING HUMAN BEING would have the right to be! overall, a horrifying night but i will be returning because i am so intrigued to see what these ladies will think up next time. i know it's terrible that i am attending these meetings only so i can mock the members in my head, but slap my ass and call me terrible, muriel. oooh, ladies, ladies, ladies...why dont you try using your brains to accomplish something instead of sitting around trying to out-PC the other and use as much feminist jargon as possible? they also revealed their new idea for a "zine" (people still consider this affective?), clevelt titled, "cLIT" (caps on purpose). never mind the fact that the money they use to make the zine could be used to oh, perhaps, get their shit together over the fact that NYU has no rape-crisis center, or the fact that NYU lies all the time about rape statistics. never mind actually doing something....because a piece of paper drivel with small blurbs about "you know, whatever..if you saw the olympics and you want to write about what you saw, that's cool..you know, even if it's just like 'i saw the olympics, i really liked them', that's great" (im not kidding, the "editor" said this) and tales of hott girlgirl politcal action, and FUCKING SHIT UP! is so much more effective. if i wanted to do riot grrrl tactics, i woulda time-warped back to 7th grade and joined my local chapter. you'd think that a university organization full of intelligent, educated women could get past this anarchist, im a rebel because i dress crazy and use buzz words and listen to punk, fuckyouvirginwhorerippedstockingsxoxhellokittyrage bullshit. i wanna be smart and i wanna be active and i want a community of women working. and for the love of god, at the beginning of each meeting i DONT want to go around the room and say my name and what kind of underwear im wearing.
is the world full of people who love impressing themselves with their own pretentious bullshit or is it just college?
(T minus 1.8 days till mike and jason)
posted by vic
@ 00:15
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Wednesday, September 27, 2000
What a creep! now who's doing the stalking, AHeyHaber?Aahaber (11:52:14 AM) : you're on here all the time
Auto response from Notrub225(11:52:14 AM): I'm at classes right now
Aahaber signed off at 11:52:27 AM.
posted by rayve nation
@ 20:56
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People, I gotta tell ya...I am a t.v. whore who's been in denial. I just found out that the October 4 premier of Dawson's Creek will star Danny from the Real World playing it straight, as a French guy. This time next week I will have found a t.v. to watch Dawson's Creek in shame...
posted by Record Album
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oh karen, i feel your ramen pain. i thought i was the only one who could screw up a meal that cooks in its own container. for some reason, i never can figure out when to add the flavor packet. ah, such is the life of a shit-flinging chimp.
in other news: i love tai chi. oh, i love everything about it.
on the topic of my barn-door ass: i in no way want people to think that i have a body image problem, or that the harasser's comments made me feel bad! quite contrary, i enjoy my ass, regardless of its largess, as it gets me from place to place and has never let me down. it is also the suffix to many descriptive adjectives: smart-ass, lazy-ass, jack-ass, um, lard-ass. hahaha.and you know, i need a little something to grab on to when i have sex...with myself.
how much would you have to feed a fish before it would explode and is said explosion messy? i think im pushing it.
posted by vic
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did everything become more dramatic and sordid because i started listening to the smoking popes again or did i start listening because everything was already dramatic and sordid?
do you all remember when i would go on these fucking quests to fit as much drama into one weekend as i possibly could? yeah, i know it's been a long time...but let's think back a few months...the last one, perhaps, would be the joe random incident at the monika-spite party. although even that im not sure about because i didnt mean for that to be a "thing", and everyone else forced it into one. whatever, im rambling now. i dont like drama anymore. hahaha, that's my band's name.
first college visit in T minus 2.5 days. oooh god, i can taste it.
posted by vic
@ 08:15
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Mike, Your AHeyHaber encounter made my morning.
posted by Kelljoy
@ 06:46
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smitten kitten, ay Karen? care to elaborate?
posted by rayve nation
@ 00:33
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Tuesday, September 26, 2000
tonight has been one of those great ones i don't want to forget. john (pennsylvannia) was waiting here when i got back from class at three. we decided tonight would be a good one for jungle juice. diana went to practice, janine wrote a paper, and john and me went to the grocery store, all after breaking in john's new bong. spent sixty-two dollars on fruit (strawberries, bananas, peaches, apple, kiwi, mango) and liquor (tequila and two bottles of wine - we already had rum). drove around a bit, john laughed at me when i asked him to buy me cigarettes and he realized i was seventeen. borrowed a blender from the girls @ the old arts coop, chopped up all of our fruit and made our first batch of drinks as janine finished her paper. diana came over after practice, just in time for round two. made several more rounds, called big papa john, got our munch on and cracked open the bottle of red wine. took the blender back and john dove into the bushes along the library windows trying to scare people, really just making us laugh. drank the bottle of white wine, my nonna (italian for grandmother, my dad's mom) called me and that really fucked with me, even more so because i was drunk. cried like hell, washed my face with cold water, drank more wine. started to watch "the sketchies" downstairs but john and i went across the street to his dorm instead. ate rocky road ice cream and perogis, watched the end of "the big lebowski" on teevee, removed a screen from a window on the third floor and climbed out onto the roof, chilled in his room a while, gawked at the clock a lot, still wasn't even eleven. came back here surprised not to find janine completely passed out. john left a bit before eleven-thirty to pass out, janine just did, and i think it's my turn. days like today make me feel good.
posted by marisa jo
@ 23:53
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The Aahaber manuscripts, volume 4Notrub225 (11:53:07 PM) : what does heterosexism mean?
Aahaber (11:53:26 PM): im not sure...
Aahaber (11:53:36 PM): how are you?
Notrub225 (11:53:49 PM): just great. and you? how's
chicago?
Aahaber (11:54:08 PM): Im fine...you're not in Chicago
anymore?
Notrub225 (11:54:46 PM): no, i'm in cleveland of all places.
Aahaber (11:54:55 PM): for good?
Notrub225 (11:55:05 PM): no, just for four years.
Notrub225 (11:55:11 PM): college.
Aahaber (11:55:24 PM): man, I really have no idea who you are...lol
Aahaber (11:55:31 PM): so what are you studying?
Notrub225 (11:55:39 PM): i konw; it's beautiful
Notrub225 (11:55:47 PM : computer science.
Aahaber (11:56:19 PM): see, I think you get a much bigger kick out of it, than it bothers me...but thats ok
Aahaber (11:56:34 PM): I've come to the conclusion that I've never offically met you in real life
Notrub225 (11:56:46 PM): i have shaken your hand
Notrub225 (11:57:00 PM): and i know that you use mediacted oral rinse
Aahaber (11:57:35 PM): what is medicted oral rinse?
Notrub225 (11:58:17 PM): (medicated oral rinse) you tell me, dude.
Aahaber (11:59:08 PM): I think you're thinking of another Aaron Haber
Notrub225 (12:00:14 AM): yes, because there are millions of
chubby red-headed jewish comedians named Aaron Haber roaming the streets...
Aahaber (12:00:34 AM): im no longer chubby thank you
Notrub225 (12:00:45 AM): AAAH! what?
Aahaber (12:00:50 AM): wow, you've gone through all this trouble you must really like me
Aahaber (12:00:57 AM): im flattered
Notrub225 (12:01:04 AM): i'm in love with you
Notrub225 (12:01:06 AM): really
Aahaber (12:01:30 AM): really, you're in love with me, or really, Im flattered?
Notrub225 (12:02:44 AM): gotta go...smell ya later
Aahaber (12:03:13 AM): you are in love!
Aahaber (12:04:19 AM): I've got a secret admirer! yay!
Auto response from Notrub225(12:04:19 AM): I'm doing street physixx
Aahaber (12:04:35 AM): good for you, whatever that means
Aahaber (12:05:31 AM):
Aahaber (12:10:04 AM): still here?
Aahaber signed off at 12:16:38 AM.
Aahaber signed on at 12:17:25 AM.
Aahaber signed off at 12:17:36 AM.
posted by rayve nation
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oh marisa, i am so sorry that shit happened to you. but now you understand how i had such a wretched time in oswego. it is possible -phish kids can suck. and their suckiness is accentuated by the fact that according to natural (pot) law, they should be one love and a friendly bunch. (whoa - there was just a power surge here in which my lights went out but my computer stayed on. computer wins again!) you should have just gone and saw my mom, i mean, if you hadn't been tripping balls. see, marisa, this is the disappointment i have been trying to explain to you since i got here. sometimes, kids AREN'T fun! and there's nothing you can do to make them fun and it doesnt matter what kind of place you try to put yourself in because the situation is just horrible. i know disappointment is something we completely eradicated from our lives when we were at home but out in reality, it exists. un-funny cuz it's true...on too many levels.
it's funny that you brought up the airport and looking at the planes because saturday i was missing o'hare so bad, i was gonna call kelly and ask her to drive by it for me for old time's sake. i havent seen any planes since ive been here because the buildings are so tall i cant see any sky. the environment is so subtly different than home that i almost cant put my finger on what it is im missing. but i grew up in the middle of one of the busiest flight paths in America for fuck's sake! no kidding this place seems so alien.
i have to quit smoking cigarettes for real now. it's a sad, sad day but it's completely inevitable and i am gonna really hurt myself if i dont stop now. my chest has felt tight for 3 years straight, that's not good and it certainly isnt comfortable. i remember when i quit before (i believe it was the 2nd or 3rd time) it felt so good to breathe. it's such a shame though because as billy healy says, "cigarettes are the only thing you and i are really good at."
now i have to nap before ugh, math. it's raining here. it always is on tuesdays for some reason and so it makes math even more unbearable.
T minus 3 days till mike and my new internet boyfriend, jason, come!!
posted by vic
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This place is not the kind of place where you can freak out. Unless you starrt thinking about why there are semi-secret underground passages laying everywhere under the campus and how that might realte to the Masonic Rite Temple in town and/or the supposedly heavy recruitment of the CIA and the NSA from here. The atmosphere is, well, Garden of Eden meets Lord of the Flies. I spoke of the weather before, Mike, but Here it is again. It was really warm before but now its like this: the air is the temperature where you wouldn't feel it if it weren't for the wind. But the wind makes it cold. So it is cold, except theat if you wear dark clothing, the sun heats it up.
posted by egeus
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i'm so glad this past weekend has ended. phish was a big disappointment. the lot was terrible, filled with shady folks, cops, and all things bad.
i walked around with my finger in the air friday, but never got a ticket. a boy walked up to me and said "if you don't get in, at least this will make your night better," handing me a walgreens pill bottle with a big cone-shaped doobie (i love that word, doobie). i ran into some kids from home, and some that i met over the summer (but sadly, no george, argh). the lot was really empty during the show, it blew. it was raining like crazy on and off all night. i was tripping balls on just one hit of beige family. the driver's side door of my pal chrissy's pick-em-up-truck doesn't lock, so she told me that if i didn't get in that i was welcome to keep an eye it or sit in it or whatever. conveniently located behind the seat were multiple bottles of beck's oktoberfest (nice). i walked around the lot between parked cars a lot, no one was really out. when it started pouring, i hid out in the truck, shwilled some brews, wrote, tried to smoke, but there were so many cops, even riding their bikes between parked cars, i just didn't feel safe, they were such assholes. when the rain let up i sat in the spare tire in the back of the truck and watched the planes fly overhead (o'hare is right next to the stadium). some really shady people came up to me when i was sitting there and i didn't really appreciate it, i would've preferred to have been left alone. i was disappointed i couldn't even find a new bong because cops were even cracking down on vendors. ack. so i met back up with mark, jesse, and collier (?jesse's friend from denver). after mad traffic and going the wrong way on river road we made it to our hotel. we hung out with these really shady friends of jesse and collier, who were staying one floor beneath us. i'm not sure how long we sat there (the ol' time-space conondrum, ya know) but it was hell. i wanted to like them, i really did. but i realized they were the kinda phish kids i never wanted to hang out with -- they're sick sick materialists who only care about money, drugs, and objects. that's all they talk about. they sat there and talked about hotel rooms they'd stayed at for at least twenty minutes. it was the most depressing thing i'd ever witnessed. i pity those kids. vicki, at least you'll understand this if no one else does: they are the kinda kids who go places just so they can tell people they've been there. they don't get anything out of their travels. worst of all, they don't like to have fun!!! it made me ill. i was so glad to get out of that room. but then we just went back to our room, which was semi-shady due to circumstance. they ordered food and a stupid movie, me, myself, & irene, which i found ridiculously disturbing. i was so glad to go to sleep, just because i knew it brought me closer to the end of the weekend.
saturday morning mark called his pal micah and scored me a ticket -- i didn't have to wave my finger around! jesse and collier only reserved the room for one night (why? i dont know) but i was glad because this meant we would drive home saturday night after the show, and spare ourselves another night of camp shadyland. i happily offered to stay sober (by sober i mean just smoke pot) saturday night simply because i wanted to leave that hellhole. mark and i sorta ditched separated from them the rest of the day, drove around, listened to jazz on the radio, felt like an autumn sunday afternoon, ate at the pickwick. (i thought about doing a drive-by, vic, but it just didn't feel right without you there.) eventually went to the lot and got bored quickly. i ran into one of our baskin-robbins pals! the longhair! i talked to him for a bit and as we parted i heard him begin to tell his friends the story of how he knew me... hehe. i found my pal with the beige family because he was supposed to have a refill that day, but no such luck. instead i bought the remainder of his goods. the show was good. this was my first phish show not on acid. and i must say, it was quite different, and i didn't enjoy it as much. but as i explained to mark, i enjoy everything more on acid: tying my shoes, brushing my teeth, etc. so it only makes sense and i refuse to feel bad about this. the moral of the story: these were two very disappointing days, and probably the last time i'll go see phish.
drove home after the show, got here a bit before two, as the insanity was just beginning to dwindle, caught up on the gossip, etc.
spent most of sunday sleeping. woke up at seven when bryan and mark came over for the simpsons. smoked that crazy kickdown joint (PCP!), showed up fashionably shadily late, all sporting sleazy sunglasses. ate some rice. felt really tired and lousy. my new favorite kid, john-from-pennsylvania (note: i have met 4+ johns in the last month) stopped by. he asked me what i thought of jesse's friends, i said "i don't know what you're like, but..." and didn't hesitate to be completely blunt with him. lucky for me, we're on the same plane, and the three of us (janine, john, and myself) sat here and talked and laughed for a long time. sent me to bed in a much better mood.
i felt like poop all day today, had a migraine, went to my first class but not my second, spent most of my day in bed dreaming strange dreams. janine gave mark a haircut. john stopped by and gave us hundreds of dollars in camel cash! (we're saving up to buy a hummer in four years.) tried going to the writing center to get my paper edited for tomorrow, but they were all booked up so i'm outta luck there. stopped by sydney's for a bit, tried to reply to a few e-mails, ate some of seth's birthday cake, and diana and i scared the pants off janine by impersonating someone she was avoiding over the telephone (we're tricksters). saving my paper re-write for the morning, shouldn't take too long. still haven't done my reading because i'm a jerk. i wish uncle palermo was here. goodnight.
p.s.: i love you guys a lot.
p.p.s.: mike, what the hell is going on with you and my internet boyfriend?
posted by marisa jo
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John: aren't you freaking out at all over there, being stoned in a foreign place and all? I couldn't handle it. You still haven't told me how the weather is...
posted by rayve nation
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Hahahaaaaa--To high too laugh right. Shit. Have you ever heard of keef? Well, I suppose Marisa ,and Vic, as a result of the two-headedness that is common to them, have. So my apologies for repetition. It is what you get when you roll kind bud on a silkscreen type thing and then you take all the crystals and pollen and shit that falls off and smash it together in little cubes.
I dont think I have described my nemesis to the world. Well, I suppose nemeses have to threaten some competition so he can't be one. But hE walks around all day except for in class with no shirt on. He is plump like a young piglet. He always collects for the monday fucking night parties. At the parties are only the pretentious ("I am a writer/poet/guitar player") male freshmen with the poor girls they enticed with Icehouse to come. And the seniors who grab some of the beer and run. And the seniors who come out and see that it is Icehouse and snicker as they turn on their heels and find the beer the seniors bought. This nemesis Adam Stafford came up when my friends and I were listening to the Profound Jeff play guitar, and slapped down a bag of ice on the table with a look like he pulled a rabbit out of a ass. Then he slapped down a bottle of Jagermeister and revealed a bottle which he described as "35$ bottle of premium twelve year aged single distilled scotch whiskey.that cost 35$." So up until this point, aside from his actions and his "did I do that? Yes I did!" smirk, he has remained to the untrained eye a simple minded freshman over-desperate to make senior friends. Jeff asked if he could try it. Oh yeah but theres no such thing as single distilled scotch. Bourbon is distilled once, scotch twice, and Irish whiskey three times. Thanks for the ttrip to the Jameson factory Granny and Grandaddy. Stafford repeats the whole business about the "scotch" that he had and then he says that if Jeff wants tto throw down a coupla bucks he supposed Jeff could have a sip. Like he was shoeshine boy except without the clumsy comic appeal, the genuine personality, and the humility he had. Then a couple days later he knocks on my door to ask my room mate whose music was playing, and whether it was possible that I might have found his CDs and just not known they were his, because he left his CD binders at a party and he had a lot of the same songs that I had been playing. If I had been there I would have been alarmed but I wasnt so I had to just add it to the reasons I hate him. He was a big drama fuck in high school, not that all people are such just b/c they were on harlequins or whatever, but the drama fuck typew. So in class he talks at negative warp speed and half closes one eye as if the words he was saying were orgasmicly profound.
Karen, dude thanks for calling my poor ass. Vicki, when I asked my room mate about the barn door/ass thing he looked like he was trying to tell me something but he was laughoing too hard for me to tell for sure. I dunno. But it musta been an educated street tough what thought of that remark. What a poetic thing to do. But you dont have a barndoor ass.
But a question about that herd of elephants, are they female? some female? all female?
Hippoclides doesn't care!
posted by egeus
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Monday, September 25, 2000
is some jack-ass purposely flooding the "herd of elephants in your living room" response to the "who would you rather do?" question? all of a sudden, there are 17 votes for that category and i know that 17 seperate people didnt vote for that. just like i know that 22 people didnt vote for robin williams circa 1976. at least 10 of those were me! haahah!
posted by vic
@ 23:22
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a couple nights ago becky, laura and i were walking across the park when we were, surprise, harassed by a member of the same group of harassers that stands there day and night waiting for anything with a crotch to walk by. the guy said, "hey, baby, you looking for a bro?" and we, surprise again, ignored him. then as we walked on by he shouted, "damn! you've got an ass like two barn doors!" i assumed he was talking to me as i have the biggest ass of all three of us and so i turned around to give him my patented "aren't you shocked by the vulgarity of your own mouth?" look but he was already well into describing in detail what he'd like to do to my bigass if given the chance. then my virgin ears went up in flames. my point is has anyone ever heard this barndoor/ass comparison before? it was completely new to me, and while i do admire his ability to impress even the most jaded of girls with a brand-spanking new vile comment, i dont understand it at all. i understand that, like my ass, barn doors are big, but they swing open and house animals. and now that i put it like that it becomes increasingly dirty and i cant imagine he would take a metaphor that far. if anyone else has ever heard of this, please tell me. i appreciate any enlightenment on the subject.
the boys across the courtyard (re:giant middle section of building where huge airconditioning powerplant is and my babies are going to have fins, no doubt) from our rooms set up a camera on a tripod in their window. this greatly upset gillian, anya and i as we discussed that we have all been getting naked in front of the window and doing other unspeakable acts without regard for the outside world. ok, who am i kidding? this greatly upset gillian and anya, i didnt really care at all and was in fact, a little intrigued (shit you all know me). regardless, they went over there to investigate and were told that it wasnt a video camera but a still and then the boys slammed the door in their faces. interesting. i guess i'll have to take my shirt off and give it a better look.
i have bronchitis. i went to the doctor and they gave me a brand-new medicine that works in five days and may give me swamp-ass and hives! woohoo! i am writing this instead of a paper. and now i am going to go eat mexican food in becky's room. it's 11:15 on a monday...do you know what piss-poor decisions your children are making?
posted by vic
@ 22:19
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Why oh why won't somebody host a teen mystery? that's all i really want from life. Better yet, can someone please have a Halloween party in a mansion circa 1924 filled with secret passage ways and creepy armored knights and then have a crazy murder mystery a la Saved By the Bell. Can i still go trick-or-treating? Buying a big bag of fun sized snickers in an old prom dress and devouring them in one night just isn't the same as going out in an old prom dress, passing yourself off as a fairy princess, and devouring other people's fun sized snickers in one night.
posted by Kelljoy
@ 17:09
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Sorry about my manic post, there. Things are looking up. Today was first day of classes. Much pressure released as I realize that I don't have to read all of Wealth of Nations. This morning was interesting. In true Uncle Matt fashion, I waited until the night before classes to start drinking, and of course over-stepped my boundaries (as usual). I remember walking barefoot through the halls last night and I recall my friend saying something along the lines of "mrmrm brbmm vvvvr 3 a.m.," so I guess we had a good time. I got some new clothes from the old clothes store with this kid Jansen. We found four identical workshirts with Ralph on the name-tag deal, so we're going to start the Ralph Society. I think we'll go to the Cove Lounge around the block weekly or something like that. We need to find two more members, though. Anyway, I was sitting on a bench with Meghan C. and apparently this place is crawling with ignatius kids. They've only begun to crawl out of the woodwork. The upperclasstypes are very cool. This place isn't the hellhole it's made out to be by the orientation types. Okay, I need a nap, so take it easy, gang.
PS: You blog-types can get my phone number in my blogger profile. Give me a call some time.
posted by heinous
@ 16:50
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Well, I would rather have a bunch of pseudo-intellectuals who think quoting passages from obviously great works of literature makes them fucking god's gift to humankind than a tigger toting B Spears fan, or sublime-original-fans or aaaanyone in Ohio. But I guess that is neither here nor there.
Yeah so my brother said Ms. Haley is making this a "training year" because she "has no talent left" so she's taking all underclassmen and not taking the polay downstate. Hahahahahahah .Ignatius Oh well.
Hey how about a new question to vote on: Your room mate's girlfriend is coming to town. Do you: a)sleep in someone else's room b)flee c)stand your ground and secretly invest in ear plugs d)lock them out and pretend you're not there.
Mike the weather was really warm until yesterday. Now its cold. How is it out there?
posted by egeus
@ 14:48
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THere is a big stand up Cheerios cardboard stand up from the lunch room behind me with an evil paper bag over it's head. It is very evil. It would eat me if I didn't look at it every couple of seconds. Anyway, this place what's with the crazy people(i.e. my room person guy who is weird). Good day to all.
Cheerios for all!
posted by marko
@ 13:03
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Sunday, September 24, 2000
i think we all know that i am a freak when it comes to comfort levels - as in, i like mine. the thing that really bugs me about being here is how hard it is to be comfortable. i havent sat in a nice, soft chair or a cushy bed. hell, i havent even been in a comfortable booth at a restaurant! and not a single person in lower manhattan owns a fucking couch! and if they do it's probably that stylish kind of couch that no one really wants to sit on and is in the corner so if you sit there you have to crane your neck and no one can hear you anyway. argh. im also tired of having to improv everything (not THAT kind of improv, guttermind!) today i had to wash my dishes (which arent even mine, i borrowed them from becky's room) with clear and easy face soap and i had to put my fish in a mug (also not mine) when i changed his tank. i own no actual items that are useful or "household". and i desperately need them. ah well.
in other news i have full blown bronchitis and i need to go to the doctor tomorrow. im very scared about this because i dont know how many times you have to get it (im at around 4) before it becomes "chronic" and you're one step closer to emphysema. the other thing that upsets me is that i really dont like writing as much unless i can have a cigarette. i like drinking, driving and dancing even less without cigarettes also. and breathing, that's always better with a smoke. dammit, i know i have to quit sometime but i have before! now i feel more addicted than i ever had. im at the point where im having physical cravings but the pain of coughing all night is so unbearable. cant they make a cigarette that's good for you? ah, i guess i wouldnt be able to destroy myself then, and shit, what would be the point?
posted by vic
@ 22:50
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wow, you only have to dig through your own filth once before you never throw your ATM card in there again!
posted by vic
@ 18:29
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So after rolling out of my slumber at 2:00 this afternoon, I decided to go out to breakfast at around 3 with Ella and Shauna. We're sitting in the breakfast place next to 6 jocks when one yells across the table to me "Oh my God! Can I marry you?!" because of the Chicago bears shirt I was wearing. "Do you like the Chicago bears" says he "yeah, I'm from chicago..." "oh yeah?! they're my favorite team! can I please buy that shirt off of you?...how much can I pay youright now to take off that shirt?" This whole time I am laughing hysterically, along with Ella and shauna. He then proceeds to stumble over his own feet and come sit at our table, and tell me such nonsense as "I once was in Chicago, and I went to the stadium, and I stayed in a really bad part of chicago, east of the stadium" "that's the lake" "uh, then it must have been west of the stadium" then it was time for him to leave and he says "my name's mark...what's yours? can I have your phone number" cue stephanie laughing her ass off again---ouch--- "If I see you at a party or a bar, I'm comin' up to you!" rright, rright...gee, if I went out with him, he could have a place right next to J on my football player wall of shame, Oh! I mean fame....
posted by Record Album
@ 16:01
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Songs we Like That we Shouldn't
Maybe we should start a new section in twoheaded monster called "songs we like that we shouldn't". Number one on my list would have to be "Walking in Mephis" performed by cher.
posted by rayve nation
@ 15:35
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becks and i went to the farmer's market in union square today. i got some nice green peppers and goat cheese. mmm....becky went to pick up chris from the market and she was just the cutest damn thing i have ever seen. she had her new outfit on and bought a bouquet of flowers a la the macy gray video - precious! i hung around after she left and looked at the booksellers. nyc has a lot of incredible books for sale by streetvendors. i saw this amazing one called "surrealist games" but i didnt have enough money to get it since i lost my fuckin' ATM card and have been laundering money through becky ever since. i did get some postcards that some of you shall be seeing shortly.
after that i dicked around the pad and then at 6:30 went downstairs to meet up with becky, chris, laura, bill and one of his tagalongs. there was a sailor convention going on in front of the dorm (around 15 all in white! OW!) but i didnt take advantage of it cuz steph wasnt here and it wasnt the same trying to pick up seamen by myself. we were going to go to the little italy fest but on account of the rain we couldnt/didnt. instead we walked over to little india (marisa - you will die when you see this! cant wait!) which is an incredible experience onto itself. the ethnic neighborhoods here are so hard-core that it is like going to another country. i love it. after we walked up and down the block, debating which one to go to, we decided on a nice, little place and ate. except for laura who has some sort of insane aversion to indian food and i believe was quite miserable the entire time. this made part in possible by yale, the tag-a-long -
this kid was such a know-it-all little prick i wanted to smash him. im sorry that is harsh but for chrissakes! we were talking about sublime and he says to me, "yeah i liked them before they were popular". now i know that this was a common phrase in the 94-97 era, but i havent heard someone say that bullshit in years! so i ask him what this statement could possibly mean -
me: sooo, you liked their older stuff?
him: yeah, i mean i liked their old stuff and their new stuff
me: so, you didnt stop liking them after they became "popular"
him: no. (me in head: ok thank god he's not one of those pretentious assholes who quits liking bands cuz they've "sold-out!"
me: so what do you mean?
him: i just mean that i liked them even before they were popular
me: oh, that's really great for you
what the fuck? get off your fucking junior high horse, asshole! what! fine - you win. you're the most hardcore. uncle.
this kid disagreed with every thing i said regardless of whether or not he cared about the subject matter at hand. he also said the sentence "that's why bums go there - because there is easy prey"(in reference to chapel hill...not important) so whatever, i drank some mike's hard lemonade and left becky and chris to fuck and laura and i went outside to have a cigarette. i basically hung-out with laura the entire night. i'm really quite fascinated by her. we're a lot alike but on this strange foreign planet level. like, i understand her really well, but it's weird cuz im not like her at all. i like her a lot though. she's so sweet and has no idea that she can do soooo much better than she does. i feel like i wanna protect her..or build up her self-esteem..something. im not in this position a lot so it's really new. we met a bunch of cool kids outside though (wow, im social?) including "the world's best lover". perhaps i shall put this self-named man to the test. we'll see...muwahaha.
im happy. it was an evening that at one point lurked in the muddy, dark area of major disappointment but it turned into something good. what more can i ask for? even kinda feels like the old days. and by old days, i mean home.
now i am off to cough up my lung and try to sleep. smoking on bronchitis - who's dumber than a box of rocks? it's me.
goodnight all my friends and lovers. i love you all!
posted by vic
@ 00:50
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