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Saturday, March 10, 2001
warning: useless links abound
mike's triumphant return was indeed triumphant and full of all the things i had hoped it would be. smoking cigarettes:check, visit to kelly, rolling on bed, mini fight over AIM control: check, driving around listening to music: check, coffee at that hell-hole the pick-me-up: check plus, or is it check negative? mike and i both promised for the millionth time that we will never, ever return, but i think this time i mean it (rrright...). i ordered a cup of coffee and the pink-haired little shit of a waitress informed me that there was a four dollar minimum per person on fridays and saturdays. how i wanted frankie to be there so he could spit out indignantly, "im not paying four dollars for coffee at the fffffucking pick-me-up. but alas, he was not, so instead i just looked confused and irritated until she backed down. then after mike finished his vegetarian chili, she asked if she could move us to the bar because they "had a line out the door". since i guess my business isnt good enough for them halfway through a goddamn meal we did the pre-requisite pick-me-up shit: "pump it up" and "walking after midnight" on the jukebox, seeing roy surrounded by a bunch of young girls, and booked it outta there leaving a meager, yet well-deserved, tip. we also saw andrea fawcett if anyone remembers (cares).
i renewed my love for classic rock after dropping mike off (shhh...he doesnt know yet) just in time for summer, courtesy of cream and that you-shook-me-all-night-long song. tidbit: i just realized that veruca salt's, "american thighs" album is a reference to that song.
now i must to bed for i have a long day of desk building, binge drinking
(this is really funny, have your fake birthday ready!), art movie watching, and emo wailing about. i really wanna yell over that whiny girl in my version of her voice and start drunken trouble with the fireside brats but mike didnt seem too keen on the idear. we'll see how he feels after some licker.
heehee...this week is gonna rock. so happy am i.
posted by vic
@ 02:17
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Friday, March 09, 2001
Marisa- I'll ask my uncle about the suicide.
He works for the CTA. City jobs!
(Segue to vicki)
Vicki--- I'm going to write an emo song called
"You're not emo enough for me." I've
probably told you this twice already.
Oh well.
Mike--- Sorry I cut out when you were writing
to me with the different screen name.
My computer died, and then I came
back, and I couldn't remember it.
Steph-- When is your break? How's things?
I haven't seen you in ages.
Mark--- Did Schorsch ask you about joining
the yellow? Do you know a good keyboardist?
Karen-- Really sorry about your cat. My dog
is going, I fear. He's got the 'ritis and
has been staring at me a lot more
lately. Maybe he just misses me.
John---- Don't go into the light, Carol Anne!
Kelly--- Hi!
v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v
All is well in Chicago.
I am in love with Nelly Furtado.
I should have asked her out on a date.
Oh well. I'm stupid.
posted by heinous
@ 05:41
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thank you for your condolences, they are much appreciated. I'm going to miss that little guy.
I'm off to Vancouver tomorrow for our first race. I get to miss school and take a ferry ride. wish me luck...
posted by K-Lo
@ 00:22
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Thursday, March 08, 2001
damn you, internet. i wanted to take a nap but you just won't let me!
found the latest greatest example of the blame game that our dear culture thrives on. mother nature tricks you again! you can't sue her! deal with it! you can't control everything! everything is hyped! the entire situation is hyping hype! AHHAHHAHAH!!! RRRAWWWLLLRRR!!!!!
i'm a real loose cannon lately, word. fuck, i mean, i should be a writer. well, if i had communication skills. i'd be fucking great, seriously. haha.
posted by marisa jo
@ 16:54
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but yeah, crazy muthafuckin dreams? they're running rampant. all the kids are doin it. i just can't get enough. i've actually been staying in bed longer to have more wacky dreams. seriously, that's why. sweet sweet sleep, ooh do i love you. yibidee dibidee saint nick gibideee.
posted by marisa jo
@ 12:41
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oh, good morning vietnam! life in the apocalypse is good, if you do it right. life rocks lately.
you didn't hear about the el suicide because why would you? no one gives a fuck about that. news is about public interest and "the people" don't care about some random joe (joe random?) taking his own life. the only reason i thought it might make headtail?lines was because people were inconvenienced and they had to shut the track down for a while. but anyway, ask your dad, vic, maybe he knows or could find out (rrrrright). it was an ill event, i'll talk to you about it later, maybe. so far i've only been able to really talk about it with kathy and my maum.
last night i ate the most divine tiramisu. awwwooohhhh.... cannot divulge.... hahahahahhaaha.
oh mary. full of grace! full of grace!
hoagies / grinders / and new! heavy beans!! / and don't forget the hookers
posted by marisa jo
@ 12:27
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i always know it's trouble when i've worn out all my internet possibilities and it's only 9 am. that is, ive already looked at the sites that i check daily (geek, sure, but give me a break, i work in an office) and now i have nothing to do.
im sorry i havent called steph - im still in with the revolution. however, the next week is going to be busy with debauchery of the spring break sort so i doubt i'll have much time for ethics and activism.
karen, im so sorry to hear about your cat. hang in there, champ.
marisa - please explain to me at some point this el thing. i heard not about it on the news or in any papers. what time was it?
special spring break 2001 section
friday 3/9 - pick up mike, smoke cigarettes, talk ad nauseum, drive around, drink coffee.
sat. 3/10 - rainer maria at fireside. ive been planning an evening of drinking on public transportation. ow!
sun. 3/11 - um, work yeah. something something
mon. 3/12 - mike ray. yell at children. honk for will. starbucks tables.
tues. 3/13 - mike ray. trouble in wrigleyville. trouble at blockbuster. trouble involving driving by someone's house and finally getting caught! the up is jig!
wed. 3/14 - mike ray. ("camping" trip commences) the only camp going on here is that lovable john waters fellow.
fri. 3/16 - promise ring at the metro!
sat 3/17 - the slackers at beloit. im so excited i could spit. finally, all of my dreams come true. heehee...
peter from blockbuster, you might all remember him from two summers ago, the only time i was on the other end of a stalking, was trying to make nice with me on tuesday. i went in, tired as a mother, trying to find a movie between 1930-1934 for this film project and he was all helpful. then he said, "ive decided that i really dont like psychotic people" and my eyes casually glanced down to his clodder (sp? im not irish) ring which i knew before i even saw would be facing the outwards, re: loveless, way. i replied, "well, i really love them", and then asked him to fix my keychain. why is he so easily and enjoyably manipulated? it's sick! i can already tell that he's just two more visits away from making puppy dog faces at me (which by the way, i REALLY dont appreciate) and touching my arm unneccessarily. ew.
ok, now i have to go away and giggle to myself.
be back later.
posted by vic
@ 09:09
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ha double post
posted by marko
@ 00:32
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Che sais viva la revolucion ... actually today there was a van parked in front of "my" house with Che plastered all over the place maybe it was a Che-vy hardy har har. Revolution once Bush gets shot or once soylent green is people ... pretty soon folks... when life imitates t.v. North WEst EASt North South Northwst side yo!
posted by marko
@ 00:31
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Che sais viva la revolucion ... actually today there was a van parked in front of "my" house with Che plastered all over the place maybe it was a Che-vy hardy har har. Revolution once Bush gets shot or once soylent green is people ... pretty soon folks... when life imitates t.v. North WEst EASt North South Northwst side yo!
posted by marko
@ 00:28
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Wednesday, March 07, 2001
One, Karen, I'm really sorry to hear about your cat, I love you
Two, Mike, if he's not taken, go for him
Three, Marisa, that's really disturbing
Four, Vicki, would you please call me or e-mail me about the revolution?!
Five, has something happened to john? for real
Six, I have been having crazy ass really vivid, really interesting dreams. One was that I had a baby and that I was pregnant again and was going to abort her, but didn't. It was really strange and beautiful. Dream analysis says that pregnancy indicates giving birth to something in real life, like an idea or concept, oh my god, maybe it's the revolution they were talking about?! Whoa, I just thought of that. The other dream was that Karen and I did something criminal, hardcore criminal, but I don't recall what. I was sentenced and I was mortified of having to face this small cold cell all alone. It scared the shit out of me.
posted by Record Album
@ 21:20
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Dear Abby,
I have a crush on this boy, but he is a rock star. is it even worth it?
-crushed out in cleveland
posted by rayve nation
@ 20:30
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my feet smell like dog, i don't know why, i should take these socks off.
woke up playing squatter at vicki's, went downtown to take advantage of free museum day, my first visit to the mca, loved it. remembered i really like modern art, a lot. walked around quite a bit. saw seth's favorite homeless man on the train back to the park'n'ride. and then...
the train halted just several meters from the cumberland stop, the power shut off. "got a jumper," the cta broad casually announced as she entered our car. the subsequent events hit me very hard, can't write about it here. someone wanted to die today. and s/he did.
my mind is running all over the place, has been all day. in good directions, mind you. feels really good.
"Today I didn't even have to use my A.K. I got to say it was a good day. Hey wait, wait a minute fool, Stop the shit, What the fuck am I thinking about?" - ice cube
shit, my feet really smell.
p.s.: hey karen, did you enjoy the excessive links?
posted by marisa jo
@ 01:09
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Tuesday, March 06, 2001
hooly shit vick. guess who just imed me? cliff, from theaterfest(!!). he says hi.
posted by rayve nation
@ 23:42
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vicki, we shall make a list, and we shall keep that list in a safe place.
- go to rainer maria show, ripped-stylee
- sushi possibly
- tpr
- be a tourist in chicago like it's 1994
- rent 1 (one) movie
- ethiopian food??
- drive by someone's house
- listen to music in car
- get fake IDs and piercings (naaah)
- kidnap chuck wren!
- cause trouble
- ignore reality...
this is by no means complete
posted by rayve nation
@ 19:20
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is snowing like a banshee over here in cleveland. I have never enjoyed post-christmas snow. when will it get warm out again so i only have to wear 4 pieces of clothing again?
posted by rayve nation
@ 09:54
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Monday, March 05, 2001
I went to my ridiculous 8am class this morning, came home, took a shower and took a 'nap.' It was only supposed to be an hour, but it turned into almost four. Four hours of quite possibly the strangest dream I've ever remembered. I was walking all over the countryside that looked a lot like scenes from O Brother, Where art thou-- minus george clooney thankfully, but in his place insert wha? Steeley Dan. They were playing in the field on the side of the road and I walk by in a hurry going who knows where and shout "Hey Steeley Dan!" They smile and wave back like we're old friends and I continue on my way. Later I end up at a beach where I was following someone? being followed? don't remember, but the whole dream had the yellowish tint of that movie. and other weird stuff.
Just got off the phone with my mom. Stripes died today. He had a heart tumor. I can't stop crying.
posted by K-Lo
@ 20:07
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this is the first time in months i have felt like im in "college". like a trooper, i have procrastinated completing a film class portfolio which is due on wednesday. i only remembered that i had to do it last night while taking my obligatory "mom's gone and im outta control" drive down the kennedy listening to bjork's "come to me" at 2 am by myself. it was real shweet. for once, i wasnt cracked out, crying, anxious, nervous, or wondering what the hell had happened to me. is this clarity!? am i for real!?
i went over to the farrelly's today and sheila was there talking to mary. i walk in and mary's like, "have you lost weight? your hair looks great!" and sheila says, "alright - you're either in love or fucking around." heehee....for once it is the better of two options.
been listening to the great ladies of jazz all day and flitting around my house smiling at nothing.
oh, dinah washington, what a difference a day does make.
posted by vic
@ 16:48
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just for the record.. i am not really spending this fine week known as "spring break" @ daytona beach. it seems as though some people (ahem.. mikeray) tooke me seriously. tee hee.
i just ordered myself a keeper. woohoo! no more tampons! women will be free! (nyuck nyuck)
posted by marisa jo
@ 13:27
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Rocking and Rolling all night long as well, if by rocking and rolling, I mean desperately trying in vain to write a research paper on a topic I came up with earlier today. rock and roll. woo, woo.
It's kinda weird when you find out someone use to hate you. I don't really wonder why they did, but rather why they stopped. 'cuz really, why ya gotta hate?
this is not chicago.
posted by K-Lo
@ 04:15
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I'm going to be up aahlll night, just like the pointer sisters.
posted by rayve nation
@ 01:34
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Sunday, March 04, 2001
stephanie, what are these "tricks" you speak of? i don't seem to remember them....maybe they were just over my head (whaa?). I am very interested in meetingyour suitmates. I hope I can visit you sometime.
yes marisa, i agree with your cigarette theory. i would also like to add the time of day as a factor.
posted by rayve nation
@ 23:45
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does anyone else notice that cigarettes taste differently depending on your smoking location? room-to-room, even?
wasted day.
think maybe i'll try to hook up my old scanner.
posted by marisa jo
@ 22:25
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Fine, I admit it, carla borrowed my pants yesterday and still hasn't taken them off, and I'm being anal. SO SUE ME!!!
posted by Record Album
@ 20:58
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I tire of misappropriations of my phrases and stories. I used to say "hey punks" once in a while in my y'know hard core style. However, carla has appropriated it into a sing song obnoxious greeting which grates on my nerves. Also, people here are getting tired of my tricks, and I don't like that at all. I do tricks, and that's who I am. (read: tricks like pranks, not tricks like prostitution)
Vic---are you going to leave us all high and dry with this little kit r fact or are you going to embelish?! And if you think that this is your ticket for temporary leave from the feminist revolution, think again bozo, think again.
posted by Record Album
@ 20:57
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it must be my medicine that is making my dreams so odd and vivid. they get nuttier every nite. too nutty to write about, in fact. wack-ola. i slept until two? i am out of cigarettes, i was born in the u.s.a.
posted by marisa jo
@ 14:18
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