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Friday, November 24, 2000
whoa everyone comes home, and finds that there is a hiatus from blogging
posted by Record Album
@ 02:35
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Wednesday, November 22, 2000
testing. check check one check two
posted by marisa jo
@ 12:39
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I can't take this anymore. I have to go home. NOW!!! Vicki, if you read this, my flight is coming in at 9:59 on Air Canada. If anything happens, call my house, because I'll call them when I get off the phone. Also, I will have my cell phone, (yeah I know) on and the only reason I have it is because it's cheaper to call the states so there!!! Anyways...the number is 312-952-8907. See all y'all soon!
posted by Record Album
@ 12:00
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Happy Thanksgiving everyone (god bless us, everyone! -- riiight) I'll see you folks this weekend. how nice.
posted by rayve nation
@ 09:57
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Hey. I'll blog for you, Mike. Hm. The only music I recall from seventhgrade-freshman year is Ravi Shankar, Duane Eddy, and the Beatles. How's that for weird? I suppose there was other stuff, but I really don't remember. Oh, boy. How strange it is that I feel trapped like a rat even though I will be able to leave here in 15 hours. Oh well. I'll get this paper done. Do you guys realize how weird its going to feel to have 4 days with no strings attached? 4 days... No homework, no paper tomorrow, no showing id to go to bed after walking around in the cold. By the way, I've redefined walk of shame. Walk of shame is now when you walk a mile in the bitter cold at midnight to get cigarettes because you're addicted to menthol and nobody smokes menthol. Oy. Anyway, I may or may not have told some of you that I had a kidney infection... That's a big negative. No kidney infection. I guess I was just dehydrated and the flu made it worse. Anyway. I'm fine now, and I'm looking forward to seeing all of you. Be decked out in college apparel. Back-to-school Sears apparel. Ooh la la, after thanksgiving, I have three days and then break again, sorta. It's silly that I'll even be going back. Coming back, here, that is. Anyway. Off I go.
posted by heinous
@ 00:43
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Tuesday, November 21, 2000
hey dudes. i love you guys
posted by rayve nation
@ 23:42
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why isn't anyone blogging right now? i love you guys!!!!
posted by rayve nation
@ 23:40
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oh my god...6 hours to go. 6 measly hours. i gave myself a good old fashioned freak-out last night that ended in me sitting naked in front of my tv wondering why no one understands me and when the world became so bleak. i need to stop that. mark got these terrible hives last night and he was really scaring me because he couldnt stop shaking and shit. i had to go get gillian and she handled the entire situation much better than i did. i was all lifting up his shirt and examining his back to see where the hives went. then when i saw they were not on his back or stomach i said, "well, i guess it's not hives" and he was like, "good" and i said, "no, we wanted it to be hives". then out of nowhere i tell him "you're not going to die so you can just put that right outta your head" which although i know is what he was thinking cuz i think that's where most potheads go as soon as the going gets tough, i also realize that verbalizing it in such a manner was really not helpful and probably scary.
whatever. 5 and a half hours to go. i hope this whole damn city burns down while im gone. i used to have fantasies that ignatius would burn down and then after that i hoped the 5th floor in cdot would combust. now i have to wreak fantastical havoc on the entire city. now i must write a paper. becky's dad sent me this great email explaining perfectly the connection between Genesis and St. Augustine which i needed to understand before i could write anything. that was super nice of him.
i will admit that i am a little scared to go home. i think this is an irational fear, but what are you gonna do. im scared im going to get there and not feel right either. then what will i do? im depressed today and it sucks cuz i should be super excited. motherfucker. i guess ill pretend to be super excited and then it will become real. what the fuck? nice job, nutcase.
posted by vic
@ 10:50
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Monday, November 20, 2000
I am so so tired. My eyes can barely stay open and it's only 4 o'clock. I have to finish a 12 page paper for social psychology before I leave and I can feel the weight of it on my shoulders and on my head and on my eyelids and on my brain
posted by Record Album
@ 15:05
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marisa - is this - "Do not dress in any manner that may give the impression that you are a "hippie," as "hippies" are banned from the country. " the tip you were referring to? ooh, malaysia...i hardly knew ye! um, isnt malaysia where all those "hippie" traveler kids go and read "the beach" and smoke dope and piss off locals anyway? isnt malaysia a mini-hippie mecca? banned? what?
posted by vic
@ 13:40
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I just read this evening's blog's, and i don't have time to write any response. you guys know what I'm feeling anyway and what my response would be, and that is precisely why I can't wait to go home!
posted by rayve nation
@ 02:12
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hey - fujimori is resigning as el presidente of peru. nobody else probably cares, but at least marisa will be interested. here's a link for more info.
also, kid rock's midget died. deanine said that her family was in much distress over it. if i dont go to bed, i may explode. my stomach is all squirrely. dammit!
posted by vic
@ 01:56
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shit vicki why do you always do this to me?! I am going to go listen to exile in guyville and drown in my tears for chicago now....
posted by Record Album
@ 00:46
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i am going fucking insane! I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE! i feel like this is fate's little experiment on me. okay, im going to be frank here (haha), but im an only child who has lived an extremely privelaged lifestyle and if i recall correctly, i dont think ive ever really wanted anything this bad. (you know, besides the ol' love of a father, approval from others, life of ease and comfort bit). i am absolutely dying. i have already packed. i dont want to sleep. i just want to stay up and count the hours. ive never been this eager and anxious and excited. the other thing that scares me a bit is that i have never felt more like myself here since i got in the mode that i was going to get to leave. im worried im not going to want to come back. my mom says that i will see something that will bug me and make me realize that i have to go back. the problem is - i live here, but this isnt my home. i dont know what is my home-home anymore because the way i left it doesnt exist anymore. if people could drown in their own self-righteous nostalgia, i'd be dead by now.
i made my mix tape. i think it works nicely. i will list the ingredients now as i am not going to bed no way in hell and i might as well do something. side A: nashville-liz phair, next lifetime - erykah badu (this is a song i started listening to here a lot), charming man-the smiths, colorblind - counting crows, midnight train to georgia - gladys knight and the pips, the man with 2 brains - the rentals (remember this song?? junior year!), dozen roses remix-braid, all of my everythings - the promise ring (wonderful sad song i used to blast whence driving home from mike's trying to make myself depressed. hah!), days just wave goodbye - smoking popes. Side B: canonball - the breeders, badfish - sublime, el scorcho - weezer, tempted - squeeze (unfortunately goes apeshit midway through as my cd has finally become scratched beyond recognition), cigarettes will kill you - ben lee (i wanna tv embrace), isobel - bjork, the question - the slackers, mary/big salty tears combo from sublime acoustic, bring it on home to me - sam cooke!, there is a light that never goes out - the smiths, and the piece de resistance - stratford on guy - liz phair. i have been waiting four years to listen to this song flying home from college. my day will finally come. i am trying to squeeze that damned eclectics song on the tape but i dont know where it's gonna fit.
i really wanna come home now. NOW! NOW! NOW!
tomorrow i will have to keep myself busy by writing two huge papers and taking lots of drugs. sad but true. and actually a really effective time passing method. shit, i lost about three hours today alone. oooh...those arent jokes. T minus 1.5 days.
"i was flying into chicago at night watching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smoke. the sun was setting to the left of the plane and the cabin was filled with an unearthly glow. in 27-D, i was behind the wing watching landscape roll out like credits on a screen....there's a hat on my headphones along with those eyes that you get when your circumstance is movie size." - liz phair.
posted by vic
@ 00:21
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Sunday, November 19, 2000
ummm, I don't really feel the need to give an educated answer to all of those long horrid test-like questions posted by one vicki conrad, but I will say this. If I listen to the Cardigans album "Life", I am instantly put back into freshman year, "really cool" 70's clothes, wearing a low ponytail and some hard core teen angst Lauryn Hill's "too good to be true" reminds me of driving in vic's car, especially junior year after the walk and thinking about that one ridiculous crush you have. I associate such horrid hits as the Offspring's "self-esteem" and someone's "black-hole sun" with 7th grade or so. Annie Lenox and Melissa Ethridge are also baout 6th or 7th grade. Smashing Pumpkins "today", oh this makes me want to cry, reminds me of freshman year and trying to be cool in the eyes of my brother and going on smoking walks around R F...Speaking of the brother. Last night I had a dream that first, they were going to name their kid "Mick Jagger P" and then T got in a fight with my mother because she said they were going to name her "Ha". I was so freaked out about the dream that I called my brother to confirm that they weren't going to name her "Ha"---it's been confirmed, her name will not be ha.
posted by Record Album
@ 20:55
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i am currently making myself a mixtape for the plane ride home. it's the greatest thing. i think that people should make mixtapes for every passing of time. they're good ways to mark events. quick question: i associate every phase of my life (except for early childhood and even parts of that too) with a certain style of music or with certain bands. for example - 7th grade: melissa etheridge, that weird 10,000 homo djs/trent reznor duet, "supernaught"(supernot, superknot?), smashing pumpkins cover of "landslide", p.j. harvey, liz phair's "whipsmart" album. please, discuss. i want to know if other people do this too. i never considered myself an auditory learner, but almost all my memories are connected to sound? survey: how do you remember? which of the senses are most connected to your memories? do you use different senses to memorize facts and knowledge than to remember events? rrright, like anyone is gonna answer this. ok, T minus something, blahbah.
posted by vic
@ 18:51
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there is no walgreen's in new york. i've learned to accept this over time. the thing i cant accept is that the only walgreen's comparable store within walking distance is called, "duane reede". i just dont like the name. it makes me feel funny saying it. who is duane reede and why did they name a shoddy store after him? nothing is in order, the basement is a playground for vermin and cheap prescriptions and nobody is friendly. i hate that blasted store and i have to go there tonight to get a bucket, a mop and a blank tape. im going to clean the bathroom before i leave. it has only ever been cleaned once before. by me. i dont know why ive chosen to reveal that in writing. it's disgusting.
i had a dream that i saw all of you but the only thing i can remember is the warm, red-toned lighting and stephanie having super long hair slicked back in a ponytail. T minus 2.5 days. goddamn.
posted by vic
@ 16:01
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Last friday I saw Terror Firmer, this brilliant small budget satire by Lloyd Kaufman, who apparently has a cult following. If you guys are not grossed out easily, I strongly recommend this movie. It's humer is very much in the same vein as Cannibal Cheerleaders on Crack, and it is on the same level of brilliance. awesome.
posted by rayve nation
@ 13:48
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