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Saturday, November 04, 2000
Ahhh, ha ha. My roomate is blasting Chumbawumba's tub thumping song. Could he be any more 1997? My parents are going to be here in T - 1 hour. Wish me luck.
posted by rayve nation
@ 09:58
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Friday, November 03, 2000
well, im getting the fuck outta dodge and i couldnt be happier. in T minus 2 hours, i will be on my way to new hampshire to see my cousin leslie and her kid. she's having a halloween (?) party on saturday and i guess people are dressing up even though halloween is SO over. besides the fact that i love airports, all airports, any airport, i really love traveling by myself. that delicious cigarette outside the terminal, reading papertrash at the gate, looking all mysterious (ok, haha, so i never look mysterious, humor me), it's all so fabulous. i swear, if it wasnt such a deplorable job, id easily be a flight attendant. point is, im outta here suckers. i wont be back till monday afternoon so smell y'all later. take it sleazy.
posted by vic
@ 16:14
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i generally prefer citizenx over spotlife. it's a bit more pretentious, creative, and kinky. but after a while it starts to make me sick. when did i become such a picky voyeur?
i am up at school for the night. it's nice to be out of the house and among friends again. it makes me feel better. and tomorrow i get to see my boyfriend. i can't wait to see him. it's been months. goodnight.
posted by marisa jo
@ 04:37
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Thursday, November 02, 2000
it's been a sad day in nerdland for marisa. i started my computer and it told me the mouse wasn't connected. well, that's a dirty lie, but i unplug it, replug it, and reboot. same message pops up. so i go through that little process again. only this time when i reboot it says there is a problem with the registry, and freezes at this screen. seven hours later, here i am. i have talked with three different gateway techs. i had to format my harddrive. that's right, folks, i have nothing left. everything i've done in the last three months was saved on the harddrive because i am too cool lazy to back it up on a zip disk, and i figure "it's a new computer! nothing bad can happen to it!". the thing that bums me out the most about that is all the pictures i've lost (as well as the programs, hundreds of mp3s, address book, bookmarks, etc.). but gee, i suppose i've learned a valuable lesson: never trust technology. maybe now my cd burner will work.
last night i went to evan's. we watched the new simpsons episode and then went to see "pay it forward". i liked it, but the ending wasn't so hot. but anyway, we walk out to evan's car, and it won't start. the lights and stereo worked, but it wouldn't start. so we find a payphone and he calls his mom to come pick us up. while we were waiting he cleaned out the backseat of his car because he assumed it would have to be towed. he was not a happy camper. it's sort of cold outside so we sit in the backseat while we wait for his mother. all of a sudden, a car whips up behind/next to us and throws on a spotlight. i glance at the plates, it's not a cop. i get out of the car and an angry man with a maglite says "so you wanna tell me what the hell is goin on here?" and i tell him that my friend's car won't start and we're waiting for his mother. then he says he wants to see evan try. what?!?!!? so evan puts the key in the ignition and turns it. "are you turning it?" "YES." "maybe it's the battery or somethin'. ya got jumper cables?" "NO." well i'm sure that asshole moviecop did, but he just said "i guess that'll do," as though we were searching for his approval, and drove off. what a douche nozzle. we wait for evan's mom for another thirty minutes or so. evan was going nuts, talking about how he didn't have any money to fix his car, and the terrible music they play over these speakers in the parking lot was really getting to him. finally, his mom and stepdad arrive, and his moronic stepfather jumped the car (but not before almost setting a tree on fire). they think he just needs a new battery. here's hoping. so, it was quite a night, i must say.
but as for now, i have things to do.
posted by marisa jo
@ 16:31
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Wednesday, November 01, 2000
went to kathy's this morning. on my way back to the stevenson i stopped at a gas station to buy my first legal pack of cigarettes - how exciting! the little man was very funny and as i left he told me to "have a good day and smoke twenty times."
oral herpes from bowl-sharing? oh, karen, no! you can only get herpes IV this way. any questions about that, ask doctor markenstein.
my birthday, as well as the rest of the weekend, kinda sucked cause i felt really lousy. but what's a girl to do?
i got my volkswagen driver magazine yesterday and i am mighty impressed by all the options i have to pimp out my car. my mom called me a gearhead. rrrright. as for now, i am going to clean my car, inside and out (pimping-out step no. one). so. goodbye.
posted by marisa jo
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Hey Vic I believe the SLACKERS (P.S they rock) are playing somewhere in your neck of the woods on Nov. 10 I believe.
"Sweetness it's my weekness gimme gimme."-M.C. Hammer
posted by marko
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Elliot Smith was really good. He played all of the songs I had hoped he would (even between the bars; thank-you steph). Then at the end of his first encore he covered Blue Oyster Cult's Dont't Fear (the reaper). It was perfect. Oh vicki, I wish your mom could have been there! All I could think of though was Will Ferral banging the cow bell on that one SNL skit, though. Happy Halloween, even though I am 5.5 hours too late!
posted by rayve nation
@ 04:26
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Tuesday, October 31, 2000
HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYBODY! oh my, halloween here is really something. i will recap when i am sober and better able to process. i just know this was the greatest night ive had since ive been here. nothing like a good parade. damn.
the slackers version of "dead or alive" is my new favorite song. finally a way to justify feeling like a cowboy.
goodnight everyone!
one love!
posted by vic
@ 23:21
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Marisa, I hope you don't mind. Tell me if you do.
posted by rayve nation
@ 08:49
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I think it's time for a new web poll. any suggestions/thoughts people?
posted by rayve nation
@ 02:09
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Monday, October 30, 2000
remember that funny free porn thing i was offering? well, offer's off. and, it was just a joke anyways. yes, that's it, a joke. i was JUST KIDDING, mr. porntheft regulator. jeesh.
thanks kris for the tip off...if that is your real name! (and it isnt, mr porntheft regulator, his real name at all.)
posted by vic
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aaaahhh. I am so in love with Bjork. Every time I listen to Selmasongs I enjoy it more and more (especially when i blast it). It just might be her best album.
posted by rayve nation
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i just fell in love again with the smashing pumpkins song, "1979". i never was a big fan of the band, and besides "today", "1979" is the only song i can really stand. but i just watched the video on M2 (sweet, sweet M2) and it was so beautiful i almost cried. it's sad to know that i can never return to that ease and reckless abandon of high school where nothing mattered. it was so comforting and easy and fun. although i must say that the sweet meloncholic nostalgia of billy in the backseat of the car singing is almost as great. (please note: in this video is the only time i find billy corgan's meloncholic anything even mildly endearing. i normally just think he's a big whiner.)
wow. i will never feel this young again. that sounds really sad and im not even in the mood to try to justify it into being a good thing.
enjoy high school while it lasts my friends who are still in there. it sucks and it's ridiculous and i wouldnt go back for the world. but the thing is, you cant go back, even if you wanted, and there is no other time in your life that is like it. you're totally trapped but there comes along with it a freedom that is never again replecated. i understand a little why adults are mean to kids now. it's jealousy.
posted by vic
@ 17:54
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somebody has written "theo huxtable" on the doors of the elevator.
i cant believe i haven't gotten any emails over the free porn thing. what's going on? are you people embarassed to admit that you look at porn? or is the act of asking for it in email form difficult? c'mon, im not going to judge.
i was looking at george's page and got turned onto this procrastinator's wetdream. excellent cigarette smoking when you should be doing something else material.
posted by vic
@ 13:53
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Alright, all you loyal two headed monster readers, the vicster and I have a deal for you. Would you like to fuck over big business and get free porn, all in one fell swoop? Well...all you have to do is email vicki using this simple link, and she will give you an adult-check password. hurry now, before time runs out!
posted by rayve nation
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on the topic of songs that DONT suck: the acoustic version of depeche mode's, "personal jesus" is incredibly good. it's not as hard and driving as the original but it's still exceptional. nobody makes the words, "reach out and touch faith" sound so damn hott as that band. i'd like to have THAT kind of religious experience if you catch my drift, wink wink, nudge nudge.
when i went to get cigarettes at the bodega tonight (i finally ran out of that carton, marisa, but oh they were such a wonderful treat. thanks again!) the guy gave me a free lighter. he asked me what i wanted more, matches or a lighter. um...hmm...let me see. this came at a great time because gillian and i were lamenting the fact that neither of us ever have a lighter and we always end up smoking a bowl with matches, lamers that we are. i love that fucking store and the sleazy italians who work there. despite their constant sexual advances and increasingly creepy probes into my life, they always manage to brighten my day. goodnight all!
posted by vic
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Sunday, October 29, 2000
well, ms. manic is back on top again. i never am too afraid of these swings into the depths because i know that they will eventually be met by an equal and opposite swing back up. middle ground...what? today was just such a lovely day - freezing and windy, it felt like home. i smoked a bowl with gillian and had a lovely conversation about women and intelligence. she wants to read my mom's thesis on gifted women and that makes me so happy. then i went and wrote pages and pages about when i was little and my dad would put me on the bus in the morning. we would always sing, "get on the bus, gus. make a new plan, stan." today was the first time that i realized that we were singing, "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover". i know the song, but i never put it all together. so i put the song on repeat (a new favorite, masochistic pastime of mine) and just wrote about it till i could write no more. i love to write, but i never realized how incredible it is until today. if anything saves me, it will be writing. i figured out more today in a calm, non-judgmental way than i ever have. i now see alcoholism as the degenerative disease that it really is. my dad wasnt always an irresponsible, shiftless asshole - it happened over time. i used to be content to believe that i never knew him as a father, but now i see that there were glimpses of time when i was very young that he was present in my life in a non-nuisance way. it was like doing detective work on my life. hmmm...detective work. am i not my father's daughter?
i also got my work done at a reasonable hour and without any painstaking bullshit. i had to read luke in the bible and i actually enjoyed it. it is one of the better written books, and if you read it as a story instead of the word of god, it is almost fun. there are messages of universal truth in it that can be put into practice without believing in a judging god who is monitoring your practice. it's just stuff that you should do so that you can live in peace with the world. i also found myself identifying with jesus. not in the whole "son of god" way, but as a human being just trying to figure out what was wrong with the world and with one's own humanity. if there was ever a sure-fire way to get into hell, i think it may be writing down the words, "yeah, im kinda like jesus like that". so thank goodness there isnt one!
halloween in T minus 1.7 days. im so excited. i hear it's going to be the party of the year. but i hear a lot of things. my favorite today being, "hey baby, there ain't nothing wrong with being a big, strong girl. damn, you a fine, big girl!" i love how the drug dealers in the park are so concerned with my body image. thanks for the reassurance, guys.
posted by vic
@ 23:19
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Happy 18th Marisa! I hope you get a Gillete Mach 3 in the mail, like everyone does once they become a "real man"
posted by rayve nation
@ 22:44
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARISA!! i love you!
posted by vic
@ 19:13
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This has been the best weekend in college assofar. Friday night, margaret, alicia and I stayed home to do work and ended up drinking wine and laughing about margaret and satan and all kinds of shit. Yesterday, I went to this kid john's party with alicia and carla, where john was tripping and kept saying things like "Don't go in the kitchen...the floor is soo slippery..it'll slip up right from under you" then we proceeded to go to a bar with three guys, one of which was one of those kids whose main interests were beer and beer. Carla and I leave there, go to a bar and talk about all kinds of shit till the bar closes and now I like her. up until now I mostly wanted to kick her in the face, but she's good now. This morning, I get up at 9 am (6 hours earlier than my usual wake up time) and decide today is a day for church. It was snowing and our alley looked so peaceful and I think the snow scared away the howling cat, and when you add those up together they spell c-h-u-r-c-h. Alicia did her walk of shame at 10 am, and I convinced her to dress up to go to church with me. A half hour later, talia CRAWLS into alicia's room and lays down on her floor and just mutters "I can't..." because she is still piss drunk. She then proceeds to sit in the door frame and she starts tearing. When I asked her if she was okay she says no and pushes her door open to reveal a random soccer player asleep in her bed. After the three of us made a rucus in the kitchen, the kid wakes up, says bye and leaves. Meanwhile, Ella comes out of her room screaming like a banshee for us to shut the hell up. Alicia and I went to a few churches just to stop by and then we went out to eat. We ate at this wonderful skeezy (?) diner where she told me that one of the kids mark, basically has this big thing for me, and in typical movie style I spit my coffee all over alicia. Hours later....my mom calls me to ask such things as "are you eating enough? is it just grazing or really eating?" She refuses to believe the fact that I eat like a buffalo and so I have to put ella on the phone to convince her of it. Apparently my sister talked to her and now my mom thinks that I am a friendless anorexic. Then she gives me a speech on not drinking and I say in a purposefully "nerdy" (do you like my pretentious quotes?) voice "but mamo, all my friends will think that I'm a geek if I don't drink" and she says "nobody will think that you're a geek if you don't drink" in all seriousness. Now to go exchange wierd stalkers for a real boy...
posted by Record Album
@ 18:48
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oh yeah: everclear's interpretation of "Brown Eyed Girl" is criminal. They should be arrested!
posted by rayve nation
@ 14:08
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Guess who's listening to Everclear right now? Oh, it's my roomate! ewww. there's a line from the song he's playing right now that says "I will always make you cum" (I think it's called "unemployed boyfriend") I am sorry, but I fucking hate everclear. I mean, Ben Lee is one thing, but Everclear is criminal (sorry to all of his fans). I just had the most fun halloween weekend, and Halloween hasn't even started yet. CIA was having a halloween party, so we went and it was pretty fun (I was a plant with a bondage belt, Alex was and Gregg was a Slutty Canadian Power Ranger). There's nothing like watching artsy kids dress up for halloween. I saw some of the most creative costumes. There was a nupside-down guy, two smurfs, jesus, a fawn, the fashion police (we got arrested), Jackie-O, those weird white animals from Princess Mononoke, top gun (two guys in an airplane they made themselves), a picnic, a duct tape girl, and other such nonsense. but that's just the beginning. We went to a post party bash in little italy, and it was the most 80s party I've ever been to (a guy fell through a screen window, and everyone started cheering!). It took place in these three houses/apartmeants that were all next to each other, so there were so many places to go. Me and Gregg kept playing this game where we would go to a location and be like "this is how you act at a party" and we'd start laughing at each other's comments forcibly, pretending they were funnier than they actually were. But that was all before we became drunk and belligerant. Alex had a tape recorder,and we kept interview peopel, asking thme inane questions like "do you enjoy baywatch?", "who's your favorite baywatch cast memeber?", and "do consider David Hasselhoff to be a legitimate actor?" I also discovered I really love the sound of my voice when I am piss-ass drunk, which is soo weird, because I have hated the sound of my voice for as long as I can remember. We then walked home, and on the way Gregg was like "are you into sports?" and we started power-walking, and then sprinting. Then his power-ranger pants fell down, and he was soo drunk that he didn't even bother to pull them up. he just kept running and running. Alex tried to interview a random joe on the street, but the guy was like "get the fuck out of my face", so we did.
Then we went back to the CIA dorm and had a slumber party. I gained a hour of sleep last night because of daylight savings time, but I stayed up so late that it didn't even matter.
posted by rayve nation
@ 14:08
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very interesting morning. although i dont think the details will be much of interest to anyone else.
the point is: all i want to do is be a wealth of information, education, experience and art. and above all, i want to get the hell out of the west village. i think that is conducive to achieving this.
when im alone, im not angry. i dont want to be angry. i want to be mindful and aware. if i have to be by myself to do this, then i'll just have to be by myself a lot. im not afraid of being alone, and i certainly dont ever feel lonely. im going through this insane, HUGE change from being someone who needed to be watched by others, to being someone who wants to be the watcher. oooh, it's so wonderful.
ive gotta get my shit together and i need to do it now. i need to be able to document this at all times in all forms. i saw some incredible things this morning and i had no camera, no paper, no pen. on one hand, it felt good to let them just flow through me, in and out with only traces left on my insides. on the other, i need physical documentation so that i can look back at a history.
posted by vic
@ 13:46
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Oh Halloween, I thought I was done with you, but I'm not. After costume suggestions such as Gloria Steinem (wasn't her because I would have had to DRAW big glasses on myself), Ralph Nader (that would require a suit and green face paint) and Mrs. Robinson, I decided to be a satire of myself by going as a 70's housewife complete with slippers, bowl, and whisk. More on this and the roommates escapades later...don't hold your breath.
posted by Record Album
@ 13:25
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Alright, very funny Mr. Ray. Why oh why must my existance be plagued by constant comparisons to Jodie Sweetin?
posted by Kelljoy
@ 13:16
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"it all feels so good. but you know what would feel really good? seeeexxxx." - actual quote from kirk to laura not ten minutes before he would try to convince me to have sex with him in the same bed.
people, do i look like im 15? do i appear in anyway, shape, or form to be interested in a)sloppy seconds or b)hooking up with people i dont know/like? i know this is a far cry from the girl of yesteryear that would jump every drug-addled skateboarder in town (and all his friends. wheeee!) but there is a new fuckin' order starting right now. i am going to say everything i mean. im not holding a damn thing back. i can already see some of you quivering, wondering what the HELL i was holding back before and fearing this new regime, but this applies solely to the way i deal with boys. im going to start saying no. and i am going to stop fooling around with people who i dont like and who are really stupid choices and then later get all depressed and say self-deprecating comments as if i am forced to do these things and i cannot stop myself. im done.
now all i have to do is deal with this unquenchable, bloodthirsty rage i feel for a large amount of the male population. eh, maybe next week.
posted by vic
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