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Saturday, December 01, 2001
everybody's got something to hide except for me and my monkey.
posted by K-Lo
@ 21:44
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last nite beloit college rocked like it was meant to be rocked.
make-out, destruction, tequila shots, toilet-hugging, roller-skating, rolling on the floor, chanting - ohh so much chanting i thought we started a frat, dancing, screaming to guns n roses and aerosmith, a bottle of wine smashing in mid-air. it was fucking perfect. i had more fun than i have ever had here. hopefully nothing will ever be the same again.
kelly and i kissed the same boy twice...that is, we both kissed the same two boys. it was duh-duh-duh-dirty-dirty. well one was just wierd. min, from burma, who we have had no prior contact with said to both of us, "give me a hug and a kiss". but he said it to kelly after he put her to bed. thanks dad.
after the party died i smoked a bowl with our old friend bjorn behind the physical plant. you can stand on the edge and overlook the street and then the river and then the factories. we talked about killing yourself. it was a nice touch.
then i went and had an extremely intense, much needed, beautifully tragic experience with peter that doesnt lend itself to this media because it's too cheap - the media, not the experience.
sex, death, rockandroll, doomed love! what else could i possibly want?! i love it when this movie gets interesting.
posted by vic
@ 16:23
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Friday, November 30, 2001
I would like to raise my middle finger to the wintertime and its accompanying loneliness. My computer stopped agreeing to play CDs, now it freezes whenever I try them. I've got two sources of the phonograph blues.
posted by egeus
@ 22:29
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rest in peace, george.
posted by K-Lo
@ 21:53
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Thursday, November 29, 2001
ella, alicia and I just came back from the McGill College Metro station, where there is a black and white photo booth. Ella and I got some artsy shirtless shots done. It was a complex process...the outside person had to hold a jacket up while the inside person scrambled around scattering clothing, with 4 second breaks. So now I have my first set of classy tits shots. First off, I've decided to take a same-styled tits shot every year for as long as I possibly can. Secondly, how cool would it be to have a collection of tit shots? Fucking spectacular! You wouldn't have to include your face--just your torso...so this is calling all boys and girls out there...send me your tits in the mail!! I am being absolutely serious. This could be great! Stop thinking like Americans, because nudity does not have to equal sex! I'm not talking smut, I'm talking class here people! You send me yours and I might just send you mine!
posted by Record Album
@ 18:51
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Wednesday, November 28, 2001
steph - the counter has gone to a paying operation, so it is now out of commission. unless someone can find a free counter and configure it to the page. i dont think marisa even looks at this anymore, otherwise i would ask her.
marisa? are you out there?
if you are, i miss you.
dramarama has started at old beloit college and i for one am saying, "thank god! welcome! i knew you would find me here! i was wrong to doubt you!"
i love it. now the only thing i have to do is quickly find someone to fuck before winter comes.
it's getting chilly...time to get my bootys on.
heh heh.
posted by vic
@ 18:34
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At 7:30 am I realized that I was not going to be finishing my paper on the media and the black power movement in the span of 2 hours. Later today I determined that I am severely lacking the mechanism which causes you to learn from your mistakes. If that part of my brain had not been removed during the lobotomy I would be an A student I tell you!
I'm going to go to sleep and write my paper later, or maybe I'll write a bunch of it now....aw shitfucker.
Yeah, so I sado-masichistically (sp?) just looked up a series of names related to me to see what pops up, and this stupid website could potentially destroy me, or at least seriously hinder any future interactions with many a person. Vic--is that counter things still set up? Because I need to do a little spying on spies.
For those of you who haven't been home, some punk-ass 8th graders sprayed "penis" with illustration on various sidewalks around river forest. Lacking spray paint, I had to use shaving cream to spray "Down with the patriarchy" across the penis by my house. Fuckers.
posted by Record Album
@ 15:24
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Tuesday, November 27, 2001
ok. today I explained to two of my friends exactly why we were falling into soooo many awkward silences as we sat in my room um.......baking. My source of reference, of course, thespark.com. Somehow I remembered that the three of us had taken the personality test and were fulblooded gurus who are perfectly happy sitting back and letting other people initiate/dominate conversation unless spoken to. it totally makes sense when I think about us. they totally understood what I was saying. I mean it's so obvious. it's uncanny(?). I mean it's that plus the immense clouds of sexual tension. y' know, either one. I think I severely freaked them out. but I think they might actually want me more now. thank you spark.com.
posted by K-Lo
@ 01:18
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Monday, November 26, 2001
oh my god vicki! I loved that car...
this is truly the end of yet another era (right next to taking the metra home every day)
are you sure that it is totaled? this has so many implications, which i am sure you have ponderd already. no more ms. vicki in charge anymore! ahhahahah! but seriously folks...i am really sorry this happened.
posted by rayve nation
@ 20:30
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"when i was young...i crashed the car"
20 times.
and on the 20th, the car up and said, "no more, ms. shicki schonrad. i have had enough of your recklessness. you are not robert deniro. this is not gone in 60 seconds."
and the insurance company is sure to say, "no more, ms. nictoria nonrad. you can no longer be a functioning member of society."
and the man is probably going to agree.
and the old man is for sure.
so i crashed the car for one last time. went out with a gigantic smash of glory. i rearended a truck containing a family of four who had just moved here from yugoslavia 10 days ago. welcome to america. happy thanksgiving.
no one was hurt. their 8 year old son told me that this was not nearly as bad as the last accident he was in where he rolled up over the seat and out the window.
so this is the end of an era. and the beginning of a new one - walking.
it's come at kinda a rough time being stuck in the middle of nowhere and all. but i guess anytime that you destroy a vehicle is a bad time. i am already plotting how to get another ride but in the back of my head im a little worried that this may be the one time that i actually cant get what i want. my mom told me to ask the universe. christmas is coming up so i figure i could ask jesus too, just to be on the safe side.
speaking of peaches...this is all her fault. i was looking at her armpit on the back of her cd when i looked up to see the truck in front of me. i slammed on my brakes with both feet but the road was wet and the brakes were dying to begin with. i was happy that it was just me in the car. i prefer solo accidents...less embarassing.
the whole day ended in drinking and naked (those kissing cousins) so i wasnt that upset. my mom said that i was just a "regular slob like the rest of us" now. im not exactly sure what she's talking about with this "us" business because she isnt stuck with a pair of rollerskates as her only mobiliy till she's 21 and can be insured again. does anyone want to get married? i hear that in the insurance world that helps. mike? john? matt? help a brother out! if you were all looking for a greencard, you know id be the first one to step up.
cant wait to see you all over winter break. and in advance - could i get a ride?
posted by vic
@ 16:17
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Platonic.
posted by egeus
@ 03:32
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Whilest listening to my friend playing a song i didnt care about, tried to think of why i didnt like it. I then realized that it was about a "she". You know the typical kind of song: a guy singing about a girl that he is in love with or whatever, and the song's all like "she thinks about her blah" or "she don't care about this" or "she likes me for me" (heheh). Well, yeah. I don't care about those songs. I just looked at a list of songs I am using for a mix tape for someone (you know who you are), and I noticed that none of the songs are about a she (there are a few platonic exceptions), just about a "you" or weird stuff. strange, huh? go fig!
posted by rayve nation
@ 01:09
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Sunday, November 25, 2001
Well, now I see me now I don't. I miss you guys. Sad blogs suck, mostly only if they aren't funny too. I talked to my Dad on Thanksgiving. He is in Georgia, he gave up on his company for the time being, so now he's selling insurance to try and pay off his debts and save up some money so he can try again at some point. Well, if that caught you unawares and a laugh escaped, then read on... that was the funny part. So I was thinking when he told me, and trying to keep talking so as not to let on that I was thinking about how that could have happened. I remember the last time he was happy and secure, it was in Finland. When Jeff and I went over and lived with him for a while, we would get up every morning and drink cappuccino and go to school and come back and play cards or windsurf with him or watch movies or any number of things. Then his wife flipped out on us because of her childhood issues, she said either we had to go or he had to go with us. They divorced. We moved back to Chicago. He realized that we would only be in the same place for a short period of time, and we told him how we missed him, and so he sold his half of the company to his ex and moved to Chicago to try to start up the company there, so we could see each other. This was the reign of Sara [thunder][whapsh]. "Dad's weekends" soon devolved from eating and talking and playing games together to nights of freedom, when I could go wherever I wanted, sleep there and come back in the morning. or go somewhere else in the morning, as long as I told him where I was. Meanwhile, his money and efforts failed to establish the company in Chicago. When I had left for school, and Jeff was about to go, he decided to move down to Atlanta to live with some friends of his for a while who had another branch of the company, drum up some business and help them with it or something. I'm really don't know what happened between then (the beginning of last year) and now because I rarely returned his phone calls but when I talked to him on--well, the day after--Thanksgiving, I returned his call the next day, he told me that he was selling insurance over the phone, making "cold calls". He's done a fair amount of research on the company he's going to be doing it for, to make sure they're reputable. He told me he was relieved to find out that they are a good company, that he couldn't stand to sell crap to gullible people. My brother is at Columbia, I'm in an Ivory Tower in Santa Fe, Mom is a Doctor in Chiacago. We're all doing fine, we guess. Things aren't too exciting, but we try to make the best of it. Dad traded ostensible happiness to see us for a while, and I ignored him. But now I have a role model. And few (other) things mean enough to make me wretched and depressed.
I miss you guys. sorry for bummer blog.
posted by egeus
@ 11:14
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