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Saturday, October 06, 2001
im so very, very happy lately. i've been thinking about so many things and they're all really, hmmm..."productive" isnt the word i want, nor is "interesting" or "good"...i guess ive just been appreciating my brain a lot lately and i want to do all kinds of things with it.
rrrrrowl.
had a unique, extremely positive physical experience last night. so often i use (warning:radicalfeminist speak ahead) the political to reinforce my personal, i.e. i can be versed in femtheory and apply it to my life so that i dont engage in patriarchy bullshit. however, it is not often (more like never before) that something personal, and we're talking sexual relations between me and men -duh, exists outside of "the system" and is in itself a wildly political, physically enjoyable and emotionally fulfilling. hot damn. (did that make any sense?)
realized i am just the physical manifestation of my polar opposite parents interacting.
my room is cold and messy. i wish it was night.
posted by vic
@ 17:50
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Friday, October 05, 2001
im having a post-paper smoke, listening to van hagar, "when it's love", almost crying cuz i love this song so much. my dad's coming to visit me tomorrow and i am so excited to see him. he's coming early to listen to my radio show and im gonna play the song for him. i cant wait. i really miss the old man. oh man, eddie, play that guitar, you fucking cockstar.
"how do i know when it's love? i can't tell you - but it lasts forever." - just one more piece of advice from my dad, courtesy of sammy hagar, that fucked up my childhood.
posted by vic
@ 01:34
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Thursday, October 04, 2001
happy, happy life.
not doing anything i'm supposed to be, and magically, everything i was supposed to be doing has disappeared. creative juices flowing.
dad's coming tomorrow, then one more week, and then brrrreak. i love dirty hippie school.
if i ran into a large sum of money, i would visit each one of you on break. i would take my magic carpet and make a stop in each town. ahh, magic carpet ride. where is steppenwolf when i need him, or any creepy old man for that matter.
posted by vic
@ 23:22
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Life has just filled me with so much love. "My cup overfloweth" (Thanks Jesus, for that quote)
posted by Record Album
@ 17:11
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Wednesday, October 03, 2001
I saw something today that made me think in a bold, new way.
What I saw: Two little todler boys, offensichtlich noch im anal-erhaltenden Teil ihrer Entwicklung, picking up leaves that had fallen. They would find colorful ones, show them to each other, and then exclaim "Pretty!"
Now, you might think this is a big joke, but listen up, because it's not. The same male chauvenists who are oppressing females are also rejecting males that are not like-minded. What do I mean? I mean this: The term masculinity needs to be abolished. Macho is making a big comeback, and I hate it (even though, I liken myself to, how you say, "James Dean..." Call me a hypocrite, and I'll call you by your first name). So, dear beautiful brutal world, I humbly but proudly declare:
-I like to wear tight clothes
-I tweeze my eyebrows
-I hate football
-Boys can be pretty too
-I want to raise a baby
-I cry when animals die in a movie, especially if the animals have been talking throughout the movie
-Sometimes I get a hard-on when I'm cuddling with my dog
-I forgot to clip my left middle fingernail
oops, how did that last one get in there?
posted by heinous
@ 21:17
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The original intent of this entry, I thought, would be to inform you all that I am well and happy and that you needn't worry about me. How very vain. Instead....
Well, instead what? I'm sitting here, 4:14 in the morning, because I've decided that tomorrow is Matthew Heinrich's Day Off (Boww-boww... ChicaChicaChica... oooohhh yeah) when I will either do all the homework I need to do to be caught up or blow it off some more to go see the new Freud exhibit at the Field Museum. Oh my! They have a mock-up of his office! ... . . I'm really getting tired of mock-ups of people's offices. They had one for Schindler, too. I bet they just have a box filled with historical artifacts that they use to make mock-ups of whichever historical figure is popular at the moment. "Hey, grab that illegible journal, those spectacles, a couple fountain pens, a book, and that map; let's put it on a desk and cover it all in glass, and put this poster with fun facts about Garrison Keiler behind it." Yeah, that's it, it's Garrison Keiler month at the Museum of Science and Industry.Moving on, I'm tired of the flack that Psychology majors are getting. Often enough, I've heard about how so-and-so knows how to manipulate people really well because s/he is a psych major. What a bunch of bullshit. That's like saying, "Oh, if you feel queasy around Susan, it's because she is using what she knows to re-arrange the molecules in your lower duodenum. She's a organic chemistry major." I think psychologists in general are getting a bad rap. Psychology is not the pursuit of the power to change minds... It is literally the study of the soul. Psyche + logy. Did I mention that I'm a psych major? Hardcore style. I'm really loving it. Well, not hardcore yet, I guess, only taking one class. But loving it nevertheless.
You know what's interesting? I like how often people think that they've reached a point where they can look back and say, 'boy, what was I thinking?' " Imigine stacking this concept. "I remember when I was always looking back and saying 'What was I thinking?' What was I thinking?" Now, this might come across as nonsense, but I think it has some practical application. You can never qualify your thoughts, you can only quantify them. It is a fool's errand to try and decide "How" you were thinking at a given point, which is really what "What was I thinking?" is asking. You can only know "What" you were thinking, and though the question does ask that, you are expecting to find an answer. What I'm getting at is that you should never waste your time lamenting a decision in your life.
Well, I think I've said enough.
PS: Pretentious Shit?
posted by heinous
@ 04:46
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hey steph, guess who immediately lost your number after you gave it to them.i guess this will have to wait.
posted by rayve nation
@ 01:19
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Monday, October 01, 2001
i really hate that now we supposedly have to watch what we say, do and put out there. i saw a girl wearing that same shirt a couple days ago and i didnt think anything of it. i caution everyone against censoring themselves according to the man, especially now when our civil liberties are so close to being wiped out. just because a tragedy occured here does not mean that we all have to lose sight of the fact that america is still an unjust place for so many of its inhabitants and that needs to change. i fear that we are all going to take this extreme patriotism lying on our backs and bush is gonna be right there to fuck all of us.
posted by vic
@ 19:23
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I just came to the realization (after ella and alicia pointed it out) that my formerly cute "Ladies' Sewing Circle and Terrorist Society" is now extremely inappropriate, and I'm really glad that I caught that before I went out in public with it on.
posted by Record Album
@ 17:05
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I have just been overwhelmed by a feeling of sadness and nostalgia from rereading the earliest archives. Everyone was so on top of the world and full of hope and love. It's just like that reader in New Orleans said, that you are the most adult on the day you graduate high school because you are so "independant" (or at least you think you are) with so little responsibility. Reading about making-out with the boys next door and using the line "does guinness taste good, because I've got a six pack in my basement..." is so...beautiful. These days I'd have to listen to what was coming out of that kids mouth a whole lot more than back then. Then I'd be thinking of my pacifist views and listening to him talk about how many fights he'd been in for petty things and spout offensive words (this is the younger one by the way) and then thinking how much I wanted to make out with him. Ah the good old days...although, strangely enough, I'm always amused and turned on when those kids talk about fighting...
At that point in my life "wasting" time was what I loved.
posted by Record Album
@ 11:48
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man, reading the archives of this thing is a mindfuck and a half. do i get smarter by the day or did i just gain a lot real quick?
hey steph - the yearbook is by far one of the most uninteresting things i've ever viewed. at this point, i can't even remember half the kids in our class, nor do i really care. it's so far removed from my life. plus they did a really shitty job and even misspelled a ton of people's names. you'll see - you are now immortalized by a quote which exceeds in ridiculousness your original -
Stephanie P.
"Come wast your time with me" - Phish
posted by vic
@ 01:28
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Sunday, September 30, 2001
Oh my God, I heart Mike Ray first, and then I heart Dave Ray second. I just got an e-mail from Dave Ray asking about McGill with a PS-senior yearbooks are in. Yeah, by the way I totally want to see one already! But I can't until thanksgiving. Well, all I can say is I had a good weekend, this website has kicked me in the ass yet again, and "come waste your time with me". ugh.
posted by Record Album
@ 21:39
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Happy Happy Happy Birthday Mike
posted by Record Album
@ 10:30
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