perhaps

Wed, 16 Sep 2009 01:12:03 GMT

Doing things I shouldn't do is exactly what I want to do, but am I ready to be independent?

Writer's Block: 5//7//5

Thu, 23 Jul 2009 22:15:17 GMT

Sum up your day in the form of a haiku.

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aquarium trip
lots of children. and now, a
hysterectomy.

Wed, 01 Apr 2009 05:00:37 GMT

LET ME SMELL YO DICK

Mon, 30 Mar 2009 17:44:54 GMT

237 LPs.
243 7"s.
755 books.

My new apartment is SO GOOD. I need shelves, though.

Fri, 20 Mar 2009 22:13:57 GMT

This version of love is very different from the other.

something you should know:

Thu, 26 Feb 2009 04:21:32 GMT

I could watch There Will Be Blood every day and never tire of it.

Fri, 13 Feb 2009 06:12:50 GMT

I got sick. I used to never get sick, but nowadays it's seems like I've got a never-ending cough. Shit culminated in a gnar fever the other night, I was boiling hot to the touch but freezing my ass off. I hate that kind of sick. Of course, I hate being sick because it hinders me from doing all of the destructive things I LOVE doing...oh boy.

Pilly and I have successfully managed to obtain an apartment. It's part of a triplex, but two stories. It's ridiculously cute, I can't wait to move in and start decorating. I can't wait to live with Pils, too.

I honestly would write more, but I'm starving, and I have a veggie burger that is freaking CALLING MY NAME downstairs.

Wed, 21 Jan 2009 23:17:07 GMT

It's so cold outside I had to shut down Mojo so that I could have a cigarette in my car.

fuck posting song lyrics

Fri, 16 Jan 2009 03:10:28 GMT

(just so you know, when you cup my face in your hands and tell me that i'm the most beautiful girl and that you're the luckiest guy, you make me care for you more and more. i'm lost in you these days.)

Mon, 01 Dec 2008 21:58:30 GMT

Why yes, I AM seeing Panda Bear live this weekend. You're jealous? Yes, I knew you would be. I would be, if I wasn't me.

fucking elvis

Mon, 24 Nov 2008 23:17:48 GMT

...there's something deep inside me wants to turn you black and blue
i can't resist you, i can't wait
to twist your lovin' arms til you capitulate
meet me in the kitchen and i'll beat you in the hall
there's nothing i love better than a free for all
to take your pretty neck and see which way it bends
but when it is all over we will still be friends

Sun, 09 Nov 2008 07:14:44 GMT

Oh yeah, THIS

is the Christmas On Mars trailer. Sorry about that.

Fri, 24 Oct 2008 17:24:42 GMT

BEFOREIDIEIWANTTO.ORG is full of obnoxiously bad polaroids of people talking about what they'd like to do before they die.

I don't think I need to say more after that one.

warm on the inside

Mon, 29 Sep 2008 22:38:11 GMT

Aa: Thirteen

corn on the cob

Mon, 29 Sep 2008 00:19:19 GMT

Fat Man's Stomach Eats!

Fri, 29 Aug 2008 04:56:46 GMT

IT'S ALIIIIIVE.

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 04:20:35 GMT

but zomgs i luv chikken!

I'm moving in with my friends Adam & Jeremy this week.

Tue, 19 Aug 2008 21:12:29 GMT

Once you're a hardcore Star Wars fan, you never go back. You experience lulls in your fangirl-ness, but then it comes back and hits you with the force of an oncoming train: Star Wars is awesome! It has never done you wrong! And maybe, just maybe, if there's a heaven, you'll die and then instantly be at your wedding to Wedge Antilles aboard the Millenium Falcon.

Or maybe you're just a big fat fucking geek.

DANNY

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 04:46:28 GMT

I think I peed my pants a little from laughing.

hey kids!

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 20:56:36 GMT

I saw this at CNN.com. Teacher?

i was hysterical.

Mon, 28 Jul 2008 22:43:00 GMT

Aw, nuts.

(I love Charlie Brown as Dr. Manhattan.)

123, 456, 789, 101112

Fri, 27 Jun 2008 03:30:55 GMT

This is for my sissy Chrissy :D

Remember how we used to sing this all the time when we were little!?

also

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 16:40:51 GMT

In just five days, I will be once again reunited with my love: my baby grand piano.

The Pocono Mountains are really beautiful, unless you're going up or down the mountains and your ears start popping. My aunt and uncle own a house in Albrightsville, at the top of Mt. Pocahontas. It's so beautiful and there's only one other house in the area. People there say very interesting things about mountain life there; for example (about those who aren't natives): "Just cause you put a kitten in an oven doesn't make it a muffin."

Jim Thorpe (or Mauch Chuk) is a picturesque little town carved right into the mountain. There are tons of cute shops and giant churches, including a humongous Episcopalian church literally carved into the mountain. We went to the Asa Packer museum (he was a senator and ran for president against Ulysses S. Grant), which was absolutely unbelievable. The Packers had an orchestrium, of which there are only two remaining in the US (the other is at the Smithsonian). The orchestrium at the Packer mansion is the only working one, and once you hear it play you can't help but laugh - it sounds like a circus carnival. They also had a Steinway concert grand piano that Mary Packer-Cummings had purchased for just $1,600 (wish my great-grandparents could've done that). When the museum first opened, you used to be allowed to play it - my cousin has - but they wouldn't let me, unfortunately. It was such a beautiful piano though.

We also went to the old jail at the top of the hill, which is said to be haunted by the ghosts of four Molly Maguires (WIKI, it's too much to explain). I do believe it because of three things - first, when we went into the terrible, dark solitary confinement area, I distinctly heard a voice say, "watch yourself," which could NOT have been possible as it was a female voice and I was with my cousin Matthew, and I also asked if there were any recordings (there aren't). Second, when I looked into the small library (which is kept roped off because people kept inexplicably getting hurt in there), it felt incredibly chilly and I got an intensely uneasy feeling (and pressure) in my chest. Third, the handprint. One of the Molly Maguires, before he was hung (all four were hung together, with nooses tied incorrectly so that they'd suffocate rather than die from snapped necks), stuck his hand in the dirt and put it on the wall, saying that it'd stay there forever to prove his innocence. Several wardens of the jail have tried to remove it - one even dug three feet around the concrete and filled it in, only to have the handprint reappear. Scientists from the Smithsonian have tested the handprint to see what sort of chemicals or organic materials could be causing it to stay, but found absolutely nothing. Not a single thing, not even dirt. Just the paint on the wall. It was there, plain as day.

Pretty creepy. Then I found out that I toured the jail on the anniversary of the hanging of four (maybe innocent, maybe not) Molly Maguires - they were hung on June 21, 1877. I was, to say the least, FUCKING CREEPED OUT.

All in all, though, the mountains were amazing.

Fri, 20 Jun 2008 13:26:15 GMT

My ARC Petition for readmission to USF was approved! I can't even express how happy I am right now, and I feel like a huge weight has finally been lifted off of my shoulders.

Unfortunately this means I will be returning to Tampa on June 27th, and I'm already feeling homesick for Philadelphia.

Fri, 13 Jun 2008 21:58:03 GMT

I can't believe Tim Russert is dead.