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[Sep. 18th, 2009|12:22 am] |
i ran across this on burbia.com, which is a dumb website with dumb content, but this really struck me for some reason. apparently a plumber transcribed it from his voicemail...whatever.
Woman's Voice: [from plumber's voicemail recording, 3:35 a.m.] Hi, sorry to bother you. You’re probably asleep. I’m still not comfortable with the drip. (pauses, music in background, woodwinds, sounds like marching band)
Woman's Voice, Cont: I know it’s late. But could you check it again? Not now. You’re probably asleep, I know. I know I’m crazy, right? I don’t care for drips. I hate them for some reason. They keep...you know. Obviously, that’s why they’re drips. (laughs)
Woman's Voice, Cont: Call me, please. Nothing urgent. Can wait until the morning, I guess. (pauses) Later in the morning. (pauses) Maybe I should shut the bathroom door, I don't know. Maybe that would help. If I shut the door. I don't think so, because it'd still be dripping really.
so sad, somehow. also it sounds like it's straight out of salinger's glass family |
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[Jul. 11th, 2009|12:10 pm] |
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) agrietado, my dearest bear snout boyfriend picklekins, you said you made a post for my eyes only, BUT I DON'T SEE IT
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[Jul. 25th, 2008|04:25 pm] |
last night i had a dream that i couldn't convince myself not to be afraid and go into some stupid haunted house at halloween. it was a struggle. most of what i remember is desperately telling myself to just DO IT, get scared, you'll survive, but it's a fucking play haunted house, you'll get over it. but the dream ended in me walking away, saying, "no, no, no, i can't, i won't."
i think what this translates to in real life is my potential failure to control my emotions. in the dream, the specified emotion was fear, of course, but i don't feel fear every day. i feel sad every day. it's completely retarded. sometimes there are reasons, sometimes there aren't, but probably 80% of the time i wake up in the morning i feel disgustingly, inexplicably sad. i'm trying so hard, i'm trying, i'm trying, i'm trying not to be like that, because i know better. i know my life is beautiful. i love my friends, i love my home, i love my major so much it's unnatural, and sometimes i even love my family. my emotions are completely unjustified, and i'm insanely jealous of normal people who don't have to fight every minute of every day to be happy. i don't understand; i wish i were like that. |
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| dave and kurt |
[Apr. 6th, 2008|11:16 pm] |
dear goodness, i feel like i'm lacking in a piece of humanity or something. everyone and their mom's facebook statuses is about seeing the dave matthews band tonight for free, and i DON'T understand the appeal of that band. i don't gettttt it!!!!
i also don't understand kurt vonnegut. really really don't. i tried to read both jailbird and slaughterhouse five and it's not funny or anything... it's just random and boring. arrrgh. I FAIL.
i'm being so incredibly obnoxious right now, and i know, but i'm frustrated.
someday i might make a real post. might. |
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| three things |
[Apr. 2nd, 2008|04:25 pm] |
I found out recently that Polaroid is discontinuing production of their instant cameras! Apparently there's no demand for it, blah blah blah, which definitely makes sense...but I am so crushed! I've wanted a Polaroid camera for years and have kept putting off buying one, and now my chances are dwindling. Also, there would be no point, because I assume they'll stop making film, too, and soon you'll only be able to get it on E-Bay for far too much money.
I want a bike for my birthday really really bad, but I feel guilty bringing this up to my parents. I probably won't unless they explicitly ask me what I want. They won't, so I'll end up buying myself the cheapest thing that moves that I can find.
I have decided that Third Eye Blind's "Motorcycle Drive-By" may be my favorite song of all time. That, or N.W.A.'s "Straight Outta Compton." I haven't decided yet.
I want this warm and sun and love to last, but I know it won't. |
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[Mar. 31st, 2008|09:58 am] |
sometimes i feel like i fall in love with everyone i meet for at least five seconds.
well, not love love, obviously. just "blankety-blank is so freaking awesome. i can't get over how cool he/she is." i like everyone way too much.
sometimes. |
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| Spring |
[Jan. 30th, 2008|10:26 am] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | lou reed - "walk on the wild side" | ] |
Now i lay(with everywhere around)
me(the great dim deep sound
of rain;and of always and of nowhere)and
what a gently welcoming darkestness--
now i lay me down(in a most steep
more than music)feeling that sunlight is
(life and day are)only loaned:whereas
night is given(night and death and the rain
are given;and given is how beautifully snow)
now i lay me down to dream of(nothing
i or any somebody or you
can begin to begin to imagine)
something which nobody may keep.
now i lay me down to dream of Spring
- e. e. cummings
i do everything i can to keep myself warm. pile on socks and sweaters, light candles, boil water for tea, open words, take in music, and (above all) and adhere to love.
lately, it's been working :) |
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| as suninos would say, "PWNED" |
[Oct. 30th, 2007|10:56 am] |
this mass e-mail was in my inbox monday:
To: Student Role
From: Justin David Bender
Hey Y'all,
I apologize for sending out this e-mail, but over the weekend I had a slight mishap while studyin and spilled coffee all over my notebook. Needless to say I lost just about all my notes for the upcoming test. I was wondering if their is anyone who could possibly help me out and send me a copy of the notes for the upcoming test on Wed. It would be greatly appreciated.
Thank You,
Justin Bender
and got this reply today:
To: Student Role
From: William Wesley Simmonds
Hi everyone.
unbelieveably, i too spilled coffee all over my notes while studying diligently on the weekend before our jimi test on Wednesday...seems like there's quite a bit of that going around...
actually, i was pretty lazy this time around, got drunk too many nights, and skipped far too many classes. since this class is not on a curve whatsoever, i'm hoping for one kind, cool person out there to help a fellow classmate out and pass on their notes from unit two.
not like any of you are actually reading this far down or anything, but i'd certainly be grateful to anyone who would be so kind.
so, please pass them on if you would--i'd surely appreciate it.
good luck studying...and watch out for the coffee...
best, william simmonds
...srsly. |
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| boys |
[Oct. 13th, 2007|10:03 am] |
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| | radiohead . . . but did i need to tell you that? | ] |
exhibit a) 90% of the conversations my roommates and i have are about how much males suck
exhibit b) 90% of halloweens i've seen i've dressed up as something male. vampire, vampire, batman, vampire (i was a vampire every year between the ages 8-12), and hopefully newspaper boy tonight :)
what does it all mean, basil!? |
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| i can write poetry |
[Sep. 24th, 2007|09:43 am] |
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| | sufjan stevens - "concerning the ufo sighting near highland, illinois" | ] |
shiiiiiiiiit, WHAT am i getting myself into?
what am i doing? what am i thinking?
why don't i know what (who) i want?
off topic (slightly), but also
why can't i be like tj at work and say things like
"you wanna ring it up yourself?" or
"i don't have time for this" to soulless customers?
instead, i apologize profusely and agree with them about how much
i suck at life
until they finally go away, and i hide
somewhere in the back, near tears, for the next half hour.
re: the subject line: false. |
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| many bothans died to bring us this information. |
[Aug. 31st, 2007|12:19 am] |
my non-science major science class professor is the spitting image of mon mothma. appearance, voice, mannerisms, everything.
i have a long history of hating mon mothma.
she also talks at us as though we are twelve. just because none of us are bio majors doesn't mean we're idiots, thank you. i want to go up to her someday and ask her what the heck is a bothan anyway. |
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| HARRY POTTER!!!! |
[Jul. 22nd, 2007|12:31 am] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | feist - "1234" | ] |
i finished the book around 9 pm, and didn't even stay up all night. or read all day. i slept. showered. ate. went grocery shopping. and still made damn good time :)
nevertheless, this day has been quite possible the most emotionally intense day of my LIFE. holy cow.
i went to wal-mart to get it with peter, eric, and natalie, and we met tierney and jennifer at eric's afterwards to have a reading party. i'm totally serious. i mean, who does that!? well, we did ;)
anyway, we were at eric's until around 5 am reading, but i only got about 150 pages done because we girls kept freaking out to each other as we read ("oh my god! are you on page 63 yet!? tell me when you are!") then i came home, read for an hour, slept for 6, woke up at 12, read for 2 hours, took a shower and went to kroger, and then read for 4 hours. i could not -- could not read this book all the way through without stopping like i did the fifth and sixth book, for reasons good and bad.
reason #1. my emotions were on turbo, and there were points when i simply could not take anymore.
reason #2. some of it was just . . . so . . . BORING.
other than that, i just wanna say ( something that you should NOT read if you haven't finished the book! )
and now i kind of want to fish through the book again and read some of the awesomeness it had but i lent my copy to chris chung :( |
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| poem post |
[Apr. 27th, 2007|03:16 pm] |
"Married" by Jack Gilbert
I came back from the funeral and crawled
around the apartment, crying hard,
searching for my wife's hair.
For two months got them from the drain,
from the vacuum cleaner, under the refrigerator,
and off the clothes in the closet.
But after other Japanese women came,
there was no way to be sure which were hers,
and I stopped. A year later,
repotting Michiko's avocado, I find
a long black hair tangled in the dirt. |
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| WATCH THIS! |
[Apr. 26th, 2007|03:33 pm] |
sweet high-def version of the new harry potter and the order of the phoenix trailer!
it'll change your life!
just don't watch the youtube version, it sucks
a couple days ago my neighbor sarah and i turned the lights off and the sound all the way up and watched this and we both SCREAMED at the end, and afterwards she said, "i think i just came." yeah. pretty much. |
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| love and dinosaurs |
[Mar. 29th, 2007|03:18 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
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| | elliott smith | ] |
i am now the proud owner of ( this shirt ), and i am so excited about it it's unnatural. i love it, love love love it.
speaking of love, i still believe in it, contrary to what i or what my facebook groups say. how can i not? oh, suninos, i changed my layout for real this time. happy now? it's recycled but at least it isn't as orange? |
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| i gave her my heart, she gave me a pen. |
[Mar. 5th, 2007|08:54 am] |
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| | the submarines - "this conversation" | ] |
movies i want to see:
300
science of sleep
casino royale
tmnt
pan's labyrinth
movies i want to own:
rebecca (alfred hitchcock version)
late night with conan o'brien 10th anniversary special
little miss sunshine
say anything |
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| main lib episode iv |
[Feb. 23rd, 2007|10:38 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | espresso! | ] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | ESPRESSO!! | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | ESPRESSO | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | ESPRESSO!!!! | ] |
as far as shots are concerned, ESPRESSO>ALCOHOL!!!!!!!!!!
i am now writing my third and L A S T paper of the week -- i just finished the introduction and i have about 3 hours remaining to crank out 4 pages . . . wish me luck |
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| old news |
[Feb. 8th, 2007|11:49 pm] |
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| | the submarines - "waterloo sunset" | ] |
i think i'm starting to figure things out. where i am, where i belong, what i want, etc. my major, for example. english really is what i want to do. at first i just chose it because i couldn't figure out what the hell else to study, and even though i struggle to get good grades sometimes (because i'm lazy, not because i can't) i keep having these minor epiphanic moments. like analyzing "lying in a hammock on william duffy's farm in pine island, minnesota" (oh yes, hays grads . . . oh yes). i have a love/hate relationship with poetry. if i don't spend time reading it, i simply will not understand it, but on good days i hang on every word -- and on very good days a poem hits me hard. like the last line in "lying in a hammock," or one phrase in a poem by denise levertov: "transformation of witnessing eyes to pulp-fragments." i can't even remember the context of it now, but it doesn't matter. it's still beautiful.
what am i going to do with an english major? i don't know. i haven't figured that part out yet.
as for where i belong, i've realized it's wherever i am. it's like the beatles said, "there's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be." so, when i'm here, we'll make it awesome. when i'm gone to goodness knows where over the summer, we'll make it awesome there, too. speaking of awesome, last weekend was it. three of my floormates i never suspected would be open to drinking underage got drunk with me, and we romped about moffat being annoying and laughing. okay, it sounds soooo lame, but i would definitely take drinking with 3 of my favorite people over partying with 40 random people any day. like i said, just make it awesome . . . but don't forget to study. which i usually do :(
oh, yes, and school sucks. but it's my fault for being lazy. i'm thinking of withdrawing from a class . . . possibly classical mythology, just because i bombed the first test, it's boring as hell, and i'd get a lot more enjoyment out of reading up on it myself. 18 credit hours is not as easy as i thought it would be, especially since i work a lot on weekdays now.
thank you natalie for the submarines & jenn cristy :D me gusta mucho. |
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