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I've been trying to busy myself as much as possible, yet I still feel so disgustingly idle and lazy. So much time on the internet, and 9+ hours of sleeping everyday. The RISD work ethic has made me a machine.
Almost a week of summer vacation, and so far
( I have accomplished- )
MOST IMPORTANTLY
-stop being so angry
-regain peace
-grow hair
l8r, figure sk8rs.
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Kathy told me that every Sunday is Asian Horror Movie on the Sundance Channel, so I went to her house yesterday to watch Dark Waters. Which was good.
When we woke up, we googled other scary movies that we wanted to watch, and decided that we really, really, really wanted to watch Ju-On (the Japanese original of The Grudge) and really wanted to watch Tale of Two Sisters.
And then she just called me!
Kathy: *breathing all excited* ELAINE. ELAINE. GUESS WHAT- GUESS WHAT MOVIES ARE SHOWING NEXT WEEKEND ON UH- ON THE UH- NEXT SUNDAY ON SUNDANCE- GUESS!
Me: What?
Kathy: GUESS WHAT IS SHOWING NEXT SUNDAY- THE ASIAN FILM THING- GUESS!
Me: Umm... Uhhh... the i um uh... Oh my god, the uh- OMG... THE GRUDGE?!!!!
Kathy: YAAA!
Me: WHAT!
Kathy: YAAAA!! Okay! Okay! GUESS WHAT IS SHOWING THE NEXT WEEK, AFTER THAT?! GUESS!!
Me: Uhhh. Umm.... uh. The Ring?
Kathy: No. COME ON!!!
Me: OHHH! OH MY GOD. UHHHH... TALE OF TWO SISTERS?!!!!
Kathy: YAAAAAA!
Me: WHAAAAT?!
Kathy: YAAAAAA!!!
Me: WHAAAAT??!!!!
Kathy: I KNOOOOOWWWWWW!
Seriously, Kathy and Shaun have this knack for getting me more excited about things than i ever expected i possibly could.
My blood pressure hasn't been this high all year.
They are relentless.
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I don't like the fact that i have both my California and my RISD friends on livejournal. I should have created separate accounts.
I'm not one for "keeping in touch."
I'd rather quit correspondence (unless it is to meet). Put it behind me, even if only temporarily.
No,
but I love.
I loved you when I was with you, and I love you, when I am with you.
You, for you... and romance aside.
Compared to real flesh-and-blood prescence, nothing even comes close (voices, words, things in the mail). And if I'm not with you, if i can't be with you, then I
don't
want
teasers.
...Kind of like a certain artist one of my teachers told our class about- i cant recall his name- a happily married man, loved his wife very much so. However, on routine business trips back to New York, he regularly saw another woman. People knew, and people talked. A scandal! A scandal!
They asked his wife, what did she have to say about this?
and she replied,
"When he's in New York, he's in New York. When he's here, he's with me."
(Brilliant! At that point, my classmates muttered their disapproval, and I laughed.)
It hurts to check up on how those away from me are doing, because I feel utterly disconnected and useless as an invisible entity (a voice, some words, a few things in the mail).
Science agrees, nostalgia is painful.
Anyways,
wish you were here
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(Sorry Kelly, i just had to repost this conversation.)
From what i remembered of it.
Edwin: What if we run into a bear in the woods?! I hope I don't get eaten by a bear!
K: Wait, what do we do when we see a bear?
Victor: You play dead.
Edwin: What about that thing with the guy, and he played dead, and then the bear picked him up and carried him away?
Victor: Bears don't eat dead things, they eat live things. So playing dead is supposed to work.
Edwin: But bears are scavengers! They eat random food and inanimate objects, too!
Victor: Well, but that's like, berries! and stuff.
Edwin: That's gathering. Scavenging is different. And maybe they can tell you're not even really that dead yet. They'll probably eat you anyway.
K: Just run then!
Edwin: Oh, bears can run really fast!
Victor: Really, pretty fast.
K: Can't I climb up a tree, or something?
Edwin: Bears can climb trees!
K: Jump in the river!
Edwin: Bears can swim.
K: Poo...
Victor: Light yourself on fire.
Conclusion:
If you're hiking along and you see a bear... man, you're fucking dead.
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Americans accused
Americans excused
The American troops have been pardoned, because they've "committed no misconduct."
They rounded up and handcuffed five children in a room, surrounded them, and shot them... including the six-month-old infant. How does it fit in with the scheme of things? I guess Iraqi children are really filthy suspicious and dangeous. Infants, especially.
"Iraqi officials and relatives also said U.S. forces killed two Iraqi women — one of them about to give birth — when the troops shot at a car that failed to stop at an observation post in Samarra, 60 miles north of Baghdad... '
It doesn't excuse the acts that have occurred, and we're going to look into them. But I would say it's stress, fear, isolation and, in some cases, they're just upset. They see their buddies getting blown up on occasion, and they could snap,' Campbell said."
See your buddies getting blown up.
Snap, one could snap.
Snap snap.
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Social awareness is not a trend.
But maybe it should be.
Then again, they'll only scramble to capitalize off it.
The verdict: most people are half-wits.
Naw, man...
everything is relative.
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(hey hiromi, i know those rocks)
1. i took out all the cinnamon and licorice jellybeans from the bucket, because they're wicked.
2. My dad says I got fat because I don't exercise. He also scoffs at everything I ever say. Ever.
3. Today was the Nucleus gallery of Papaya students' artwork of the year.
4. Flirting with Angelo is still a satisfactory pastime.
5. i'm a terrible monk.
6. Maybe when i grow my hair out, people will start taking me seriously.
7. Peeling grapefruits is better than peeling oranges, for several reasons.
8. One is that it feels like human flesh.
9. If i had never developed this strange liking for meaningless violence and sex, then maybe I would have been a good monk.
10. i'll take a stab at Tibet anyway.
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Wednesday, May 31st, 2006
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what!
there are jellybeans on the desk, next to the computer!
they must be munched on!!!
Two Sickening Thoughts (while i eat these jellybeans)
1. Airports. I am sick and tired of airports and their merciless shit.
I am tired of tickets and gates and security checks, sick and tired of terminals.
I am "terminal-ly ill."
LOLOLOL yeah (You liked that one, I know).
Okay, I dont dislike airports that much. I just built it up so i could incorporate that pun.
Today I was subjected to Extra Surveillance and they had me step through a detector and into a "Puff Chamber."
"Place your feet on the black footprints and wait for the magic to happen."
There was humming... and suddenly! A barragement of air on all sides! "-ggah!"
It is to check for explosives on me.
Yeah, I stepped out shaken and disheveled. And laughing, because it was so amazing.
2. She does not remember, or care about me very much at all. I could do well with some time away from Rhode Island. But that doesn't mean I don't already miss that murmur of a voice.
...Unfortunately.
I lament over what an [undesirable] idiot I am, once in every awhile.
Today it took place in a rickety, white rocking chair.
(The armrests were falling apart...)
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Wintersession:
In Free Will and Determinism class, we had roundtable class discussions weekly, facilitated by Professor Yess. After a week or two, patterns could be seen in the students' actions and reactions.
Alex needed to relate every chapter and every author with Judaism and Christianity- sometimes a reference to Catholicism, for flavor.
Jessica, in defensive offense, would always retaliate, railing on and on about Buddism and the concept of reincarnation.
Quincy asked questions,
David was an analytical thinker,
Wing was a cynic.
Raymond was the official Victim of all Hypothetical Situations.
Lawrence liked to smile, and was deaf in one ear.
And I wanted to know, could we possibly plan a ghost-hunting field trip together? Would this class be taught differently if we were certified sociopaths?
We had reputations to live up to.
Alex became known as "Resident Western Philosophy"
Jessica as "Resident Eastern Philosophy,"
and I,
as "Resident Irrelevancy."
"Wouldn't it be hilarious if philosophers could have a Boxing Night to settle on the Ultimate Truth Championship?!"
-me
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Wednesday, May 24th, 2006
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dear michelle,
the beds in college dormitories are sized "extra-long", and yet your feet are still sticking off the end and poking the boxes of biscuits on the table. You are extra-extra-long. XXL. And also asleep.
Did you know that human beings elongate when they sleep?
This is why we are taller in the mornings than we are at night. I can touch the top of the doorframe when i wake up, but not before I go to bed. It has something to do with muscles.
You are also taking up all the blankets in the room, all four of them!
I love you but I am cold.
Your sweet slumber shall be snuffed shortly, and your half your comforters hijacked (One for Hiromi).
but in the morning you will check livejournal and be like, "Oh, trivia! i did not know i could be so long and fat in my sleep"
and you will forgive me.
Apologetically,
elaine.
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a whisper: haikus, at dusk:
my amber milieux
form of a girl cloaked in fleece
flesh in a steel yard
and words extraneous
copper beads against our teeth
two coated horseshoes.
i am attached to
her
static.
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a whisper:
i would not sell well... i'm not the kitschy, collectible sort. Everything i embody and/or create is erratically unpredictable, whether deliberated or unintentional. People will invest in what they can depend on. That I would, too.
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| Your Political Profile: | | Overall: 35% Conservative, 65% Liberal | | Social Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal | | Personal Responsibility: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal | | Fiscal Issues: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal | | Ethics: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal | | Defense and Crime: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal |
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down from the ceiling
drips great noise
it drips on my head through a hole in the roof
behind these two hills here
theres a pool
and when im swimming in through a tunnel... i shut my eyes
inside a cabin i make sounds
and through the tubes i send this noise
behind these two hills here
fall asleep
and when i float in through green grass of tunnel
it flows back
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"Who's your roommate? Do you guys get along?"
I used to say, yeah, I like her a lot. She's sweet enough. Sometimes she can be annoyingly loud, but she keeps herself on her side of the room, and that's all I really ask for. Once in a while, when her massive collection of shit starts to creep over the line, I just kick it back over in the morning, and it's all good again.
Things I CAN stand:
1. Loud voice- 24/7 (even when sleeptalking). I can handle this, even talking on the phone at 5:00 in the morning.
2. Loud movement- when she's awake. This is alright too, even while talking on the phone at 5:00 in the morning, getting ready to go to the gym.
3. Loud music- 24/7. Blasting; when she's in the room, when she's not in the room. It's alright most of the time... I can usually turn it off or sleep through it, or leave the room, whatever. At 5:00 in the morning, yeah, but at 1 and 2 and 3 and 4, too. Its always the same jesus-rock and korean rap, sometimes ghettotastic garbage like that White Tee song or that Bad Bitch song.
4. Using my trash can- I used to take her trash out for her sometimes, but I stopped because she started doing it herself. Then she stopped. Completely. And now just throws all her trash in my trash can, with her full can festering under her desk. It's kind of funny... but not really.
5. The occasional whining- oh, i'm fat, my crush doesnt like me, my life sucks, i didn't find anything good shopping today, etc. That's fine, too, everyone has their moments.
6. Insulting my stuff- "Why are you wearing That." "Are you seriously going out in public" "Oh my God you're a riot i love you"
yeah okay. love you too.
7. And messiness- staining the floor with hair dye, getting toothpaste and spit on our mirror, whatever. Insignificant shit. I don't care.
( But this is getting Ridiculous )
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_cEOaQCCAkE
When a group of people planned a Z-day together, and stormed the streets of Providence.
You can see Quincy and Erica a bunch of times. Leah, Steve, Kirsten with a cigarette. Kyle running around. I heard he climbed in some kid's window.
Where are Devon and Michelle? Anyways, now I wish I went.
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http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060511/ap_on_re_us/nightclub_fire
So, this band manager from Rhode Island lights a pyrotechnics display and accidently kills 100 people in a nightclub (2003). He wrote to the families of every individual victim a letter of apology. They still hate him.
He just got sentenced four years (2006), and most of them are soooo pissed because its *only* four years.
Well, he is sorry, man.
And it was accident.
(Oh yeah, the courthouse is like, two blocks down from my school. Cool huh!)
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oh yeah! Last week when we were working on our Human Powered Vehicles in class, we took apart this old golf caddy to weld onto a bike. My task was to tear off the old rubber grip on the metal tube handle.
I sat on the floor, sawing the red rubber grip, slicing it into bits.
When it fell off, a pencil slipped out onto my lap!
I looked at the handle and there was a little hole on the end, slightly smaller than the diameter of a small pencil. Somebody must have been tallying golf numbers, and then...got bored... and wondered what would happen if... aw nuts!
IS FABULOUS!
I have retrieved your pencil, friend.
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Wednesday, May 10th, 2006
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Someone passed me an application in the cafeteria. They need more Orientation Leaders for next year, and YOU can be the face of RISD for some LUCKY freshmen!
Okay, man. Maybe.
The last question:
"Boxers or briefs?"
The second to last question:
"Draw a picture of your faviorite dinosaur."
( Please include a caption of why it is your favorite Dino. )
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