tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57339502011-04-21T18:34:02.261-04:00Getting to the point is the hardest partBEAUTIFULElisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comBlogger1711100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1122586196759237852005-07-28T17:27:00.000-04:002005-08-29T09:38:49.183-04:00hey kids. if you havent caught on-ELISEhas moved to a new livejournal.so add her if your heart desires. hers sure does!enough talking in the third person, go there for an updated view of my life.lovelise.Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1096943150357803872004-10-04T22:19:00.001-04:002004-10-04T22:25:50.366-04:00ripped off by their new boss
so today was a long but good day. got through all the classes i work my ass off for but still end up forgetting something...my plate is even more overflowing this year than last year. ah well, tough cookies
walked downtown with knox to get sandwiches and made it back in time for rehearsal which i didnt need to go to...so sean and i walked around down the loop road andElisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1096942924356257052004-10-04T22:19:00.000-04:002004-10-04T22:22:04.356-04:00ripped off by their new boss
so today was a long but good day. got through all the classes i work my ass off for but still end up forgetting something...my plate is even more overflowing this year than last year. ah well, tough cookies
walked downtown with knox to get sandwiches and made it back in time for rehearsal which i didnt need to go to...so sean and i walked around down the loop road Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1096847902505521802004-10-03T19:57:00.000-04:002004-10-03T19:58:22.506-04:00 the last few hours
i was thinking about time, today, as it was my brothers 18th birthday. and i was thinking of what would make my life worthwhile, what would make it a success.
all of the time we get pressured with these strange and unrealistic and sometimes ridiculous ideas of success...that we need to be successful, that we should be successful quickly, that we should make lots of money, Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1096778513517009712004-10-03T01:38:00.000-04:002004-10-03T00:41:53.516-04:00walking into a house of miraculous recovery i talked to the king of everything
i had a lovely day today...lot of cleaning, lot of music-reorganization, went off to the mall with lovely katie to go shopping for the first time in the longest, longest time. got my brother his present(s) got pretty things (i never get pretty things that are pretty for the sake of being pretty in the sense of Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1096740640128680232004-10-02T14:07:00.000-04:002004-10-02T14:10:40.126-04:00yesterday i learned to salsa as a part of my education
so things have been a bit hectic and oh-my-god-its-tomorrow-already
i've decided to test out LJ to see how it is (i know! blasphemy!) as i've already been on blogger since the seventh grade...
so its october now and all the trees are rebelling and staying green against the far-too-quick passing of time.
wednesday caitlin and i continued our Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1096219493046173232004-09-26T13:16:00.000-04:002004-09-26T13:27:35.690-04:00you dont know no better, neither do we
so great i've woken up and have a massive black and blue cheek from the pit.
and tomorrow are school pictures
hoo flipping rah
took another walk today to straighten some things out in my head
hours and hours and hours and hours
saw sean r. at the cafe today which was nice, i might be working there soon if all goes well
saw photographer bob there as well Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1096171168413337252004-09-25T23:39:00.000-04:002004-09-26T13:16:27.100-04:00prepare yourself
absolutely brilliant nights and days- after friday finally allowed itself to end there was play practice, aleks visited, a potato...finn caitlin gen and i went to pick up jon- we drove caitlin home, they dropped me and jon at the intersection for the photos-
drove him home, got home, got a call from ronnie, walked to ronnies house, watched "ronica" (hah!) and the rest of donnie Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1095652034833977302004-09-19T22:23:00.000-04:002004-09-19T23:56:22.873-04:00a beautiful breath of fresh air
my days were a blur of brightly colored hair, meadows, lunches of nothing and clear skies.
wednesday evening...caitlin ronnie and i drove off to my house, hung about in my room, played my keytar...talked about things...drove off to ronnies, hung in his room, called ben's father (???) and went off to bellingham, went to chilis where we got martinis and things and Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1095039833553327662004-09-12T21:26:00.000-04:002004-09-12T22:33:51.463-04:00"Love! Romance! On a stick!"
I truly have had the most amazing few days and quite frankly i am so explosive with love it is hard to contain my sickly sweetnesses. But I'll try. Actually no i wont.
The sixth was em's birthday shindig- lovely em rachel tierney megan curran chris a. andrew k. matt and jeff s. were there and this was the best picture we got. beautiful. ha
we played faux-volleyball, Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1094355447350972602004-09-04T23:38:00.000-04:002004-09-04T23:37:27.350-04:00baby So amazing
neOn collaGe: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!
Aleks WCF: xHAPPY BIRTHDAYx
FrostiRain: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Mish8700: happy birthday darling
cezium07: happy birthday!! =) (based on your profile, assuming it's today)
X09 81230: Happy Birthday!
Defmutant4488: happy birthday
Cwinger13: extra happy birthday pour ewise
damage repeat: holy shit
damage repeat: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELISE!!!!!!!!!!!
Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1093996249099490462004-08-31T19:33:00.000-04:002004-08-31T19:50:49.100-04:00the daughter of a shiver
so today marked the beginning of the new, sophomore era. the 4th will mark the beginning of the new, 15 era. AND BOTH MILESTONES MEAN NOTHING EXCEPT THAT TIME IS PASSING
i think its brilliant how i went into the bathroom today and there were 8 or so freshman girls crowded around the 3 mirrors putting too much eye make up on and vogueing in the mirror checking out Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1093914321814864292004-08-30T20:50:00.000-04:002004-08-30T21:05:21.813-04:00happy trudge
so i'm supposed to write some grand entry summing up how summer has been, what things symbolize, blah blah, avant-garde bs, and so on.
well summer is closing and my second year of high school is about to begin.
and thats basically it.
i'm going to talk about my birdhouse.
i built a birdhouse yesterday. well, rather, rebuilt;
this old one my father got me 7 or 8 years ago just Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1093554566362550182004-08-26T16:59:00.000-04:002004-08-26T17:42:00.256-04:00all you can see is from the eyes up
what a fantastic day......
woke up early after a few hours of sleep, packed my bag, and was picked up by rachel...we drove to the train station and saw jen. (she looks lovely! very different, though...crazy. its taking some getting used to that its the same person inside. i wonder what would happen if my face changed so. she looked beautiful before, though, Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1093477183715682042004-08-25T19:00:00.000-04:002004-08-25T20:16:51.576-04:00it has been the craziest end.
my life feels like a gritty old beach full of trash and lined with fishermans huts and stories. a turtle on its back.
the last few days. ahh god. it has zoomed and zoomed by.
went to see a bad movie with caitlin, ended up exploring the theater, singing, having drinks in chilis and getting strange looks and ordering off the kids menu. filled us with the beginnings ofElisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1092709698925221742004-08-16T22:23:00.000-04:002004-08-16T22:28:18.926-04:00sick blood love affair
so i had one of those days of dissatisfaction. buried myself till noon, i feel mechanized. i feel like i've been bloodletting.
i had one of those nights where i got stuck on two songs and worked for a pointless hour to make another temp.
something's wrong with my head, third day of aches now, and not the normal sort
i'm still procrastinating and still worrying.
i'm just Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1092628200177064322004-08-15T23:26:00.000-04:002004-08-16T00:27:25.316-04:00glorifying small things.
I guess its time to play catch-up with the little things that have filled almost a month.
I dont know the order. (Blurs arent usually very orderly.)
Rachel and I went to the Danforth museum of art and that was a ton of fun; we stopped at a tag sale, she got an old detective had an i got a gold musketeer, a lampshade, big costume jewelry, and a mug that says:
i wish i Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1091330227523490122004-07-31T22:38:00.000-04:002004-07-31T23:17:07.523-04:00Golden bird that flies away.
Today was...spectacular. I am so full of events, happenings, memories, bad food...
I got up a tad early after basically falling unconscious and being dragged upstairs by my mother...I wasnt waking. So i slept and slept.
And woke. Forgot breakfast, packed my crazy bag and drove off to the T station...where i saw jonesy, adam, and jb (?!!) who said they were going to Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1091227906535159222004-07-30T18:41:00.000-04:002004-07-30T19:07:40.710-04:00Bitter like finger smooth.
Things are beginning to pull out of a stall; I've been able to write with correct mechanics and things, which is a plus...
Lots of thinking, cleaning has been done. 5 more trashbags.
Some day a little while ago, I forget which, Sean and I went to a hockey game at the most beautiful, amazing arena. A beautiful little miniature world of whirling blades and the smells of Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1090804253423191602004-07-25T20:21:00.000-04:002004-07-25T21:59:07.073-04:00Broke everything I knew again, everything I loaned. Everything I loved, everything I loathed.
For me, boring for you. (below.)
Things around the house were getting progressively more malignant till like a storm the clouds broke and out came the brilliant blue of a friend. Sean and I went to Fahrenheit 9/11. We got swindled and salesman-ed and crazyness for some charity, they cornered us.
We Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1090535346695587072004-07-22T18:28:00.000-04:002004-07-22T18:29:06.696-04:00i dont really feel like anyone
Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1090463381896158582004-07-21T22:28:00.000-04:002004-07-21T22:29:41.896-04:00what i would like to amount to
when the time comes for me to go
i hope that i've made a collective positive impact on the world
to not add to the grief and sorrow
to not detract from the joy people need to see, hear, feel
i'd feel fulfilled
if i could make this just a little bit better. you're all too beautiful to be less than alright
Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1090101582357694182004-07-17T16:59:00.000-04:002004-07-17T17:59:42.356-04:00i'm helping it pass by passing the time.
Who knew, soon as I lapse into myself and drop my little mask I find the most beautiful...i dont know,
this grandiose pure wonder of innocence and love.
I love public transportation
Miles and miles of perfect skin, hair like black feathers and a smile to kill
Straightforward;
"It makes me happy when people say hi to me"
crazy blue-white and gray days Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1088391786749713982004-06-27T22:34:00.000-04:002004-06-27T23:03:06.750-04:00you never really did dig the little things.
i dont know where to start, um
sunday rachel and I went to see harry potter. we're cool, HARRY POTTER ON A SUNDAY NIGHT YES
anyway met billy funny smoothie numbers etc cool guy
thursday was departmental awards, got the art award which was pretty kick butt
my parents were hoping for an academic award, though
friday renee's late birthday party, lots of Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1086747815456328272004-06-08T22:03:00.000-04:002004-06-08T22:30:58.796-04:00in life everybody worries a lot and that is wonderful. in life nobody ever gets what they want and that is beautiful
Well, here is my attempt to be coherent.
I dont remember what happened monday tuesday or wednesday except a lot of sleeping and a lot of watching pickup soccer. Thursday was senior recognition night which i went to with sean, and it was very nice and heartwrenching like a proper Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1086223551772758622004-06-02T20:32:00.000-04:002004-06-02T20:45:51.773-04:00you are a mushroom cloud.
you are my dramatist. but you were never mine, thank god, i would never want you to be mine. that way i never misplaced you.
i miss you. i dont know you enough to love you, i'm glad. i would never want to know you, you are such a bastard.
but youre a beautiful bastard
and i held on just long enough to see your pretty face a while longer.
all your reclusiveness and Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1086133134695947502004-06-01T19:38:00.000-04:002004-06-01T19:38:54.696-04:00l'rostislav. Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1086127625764704792004-06-01T17:33:00.000-04:002004-06-01T18:37:06.086-04:00i. insist. that it dont get better than this. and i can wear my heart on my sleeve and all that jazz.
thursday i decided on an excursion so we listened to rjd2 and drove off in chris' van with jim to go to a used book store liquidating its stock for one dollar per bag-of-books
i picked up some beautiful things
it was a beautiful green-and-blue day where everyone's hair was flyaway and i could Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1085534350884839512004-05-25T21:12:00.000-04:002004-05-25T21:19:10.883-04:00and i have a feeling you are all you know!
ive decided not to deal with histrionic people and their mock leave-me-alone-but-fawn-over-me false actions and planned reactions. it feels pleasant and free. like i have cut all my phlanges off because someone had tied strings to all of them. i am happy, because i cant bring myself to love and cannot bring myself to hate. soon i will be free from all Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1085448930860824392004-05-24T21:06:00.000-04:002004-05-24T21:45:04.200-04:00i CREATE things
i dont really remember much of anything...hm.
we made it to finals thursday and did really badly, um
friday my g-mas surprise party and it was nice and dan had funny hair and deb got all perturbed about a buffet concert.
meme was happy
it was happy.
and i stole sixmillion pretty keno cards!
more like 2
but still
early in the morning i dressed in the dark and tripped over the Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1085016733352321712004-05-19T21:31:00.000-04:002004-05-19T22:00:30.503-04:00"whiney weed."
aaaaah! crazy.
so much has happened, i've been so busy
i feel like i havent been living
ive just been working and existing
the following is just for my memory sort of chronicle purposes
its not remotely interesting, sorry
thought i might warn you from now on
on sunday i went to rehearsal after finishing my crazy 2500 word essay
it was awesome but we didnt get much done
well yes Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1084727342349902412004-05-16T12:00:00.000-04:002004-05-16T13:09:02.350-04:00satan! has your nose!
i dont really remember much of this week
uhh
except that it has been superhectic and quasi enjoyable sort of
um
wednesday...work
lots more work
and then working
and then practice
then working
then andrews, to work.
thursday was completely insane
all academics
two quizzes
test
mandatory robotics meeting after school
play rehearsal
right after that, andrews to work on Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1084323857690035462004-05-11T20:32:00.000-04:002004-05-11T21:21:46.953-04:00elise: i wish i was hardcore enough to surround things with Xs.
aleks: i got shot, im so xscenex, fuck off, i'll kill you and your fucking little pussy dog (if you have one), xEDGE PRIDEx, join the boyscouts!
crazyness ahhh (explodes)
OKAY
i needed an adventure monday and the schoolday went by fast even though the subjects sucked so i decided to announce i was going for smoothies and anyone who Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1084153097749148432004-05-09T21:37:00.000-04:002004-05-09T22:00:47.776-04:00where I am.
I feel successful I feel like an entity for once.
Things have been crazy.
after my pale languid day yesterday
I came home and watched white oleander and finished it at one in the morning, when I went outside
to look at the stars and feel the happiness of the new grass in my toes
it was beautiful, and
I went inside and fell asleep on top of my bed.
I woke up early in the morning overElisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1083979539982875242004-05-07T21:25:00.000-04:002004-05-07T21:28:54.373-04:00yes, and thanks. for the trouble you took from her eyes. i thought it was there for good. so i never tried.
today was utterly beautiful
i woke up walked around
got to school
did all work and things
at 10:45 me and rachel began our walk downtown to get a picnic and picked up a lot of people on the way, chris a. matt em andrew forbes dan renee curran chris c. mikey etc etc etc
and we got food at Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1083877067164140252004-05-06T16:57:00.000-04:002004-05-06T17:00:59.950-04:00aaah!!! janine love!
alsdkfmpqweimropqwimasvaqwerqowiemrpoimdfasrewr flowers
and traveling drama troupe and i talked to them and it made me daydream about my future
and drawing outside and sitting in mud
and 5 year old looking tulips and complete crazyness and finally getting my lab done and frisbee and
my friends abstaining and being sane again and
everyone becoming clean and
breakfast with theElisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1083801321449138852004-05-05T19:55:00.000-04:002004-05-05T19:58:33.390-04:00feet get dirty
i keep telling myself this is THE WEEK TO GET THROUGH
and if I GET THROUGH THIS WEEK then i'll be okay
and this has been going on for 2 months
i cracked today
yesterday i saw my brother and rousseau saving the bulbs that wouldve been obliterated because of the new trees
i didnt hear the announcement but i wanted to help so i watered the ones in the art room
its wonderful that Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1083627538460996152004-05-03T19:38:00.000-04:002004-05-03T19:41:51.560-04:00"Betty, help me cook my goose!" "Archie, your goose is already cooked!" (steam out of veronica's ears)
i dont know where to start
walk for hunger was splendid
whimsical, strange
i scared off another socialist that they thought was a girl but i knew was a guy because i found him attractive and then he talked and was actually a he.
we had lots of food and walked around and boston was beautiful andElisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1083434523883626792004-05-01T14:02:00.000-04:002004-05-01T14:05:12.310-04:00reactive action-reaction
well friday kicked me in the ass and hung me up to dry
in a really happy way of course
it was a beautiful sunny blue sky white pillow cloud green grass dry heat sort of day
and none of my academics felt like it filled it
we watched movies, did art
talked about slang words for drugs
had lunch in the meadow
watched the guys play frisbee and listen to petty rigamarole Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1083291053331530532004-04-29T22:10:00.000-04:002004-04-29T22:13:59.966-04:00continuing with the positive attitude thing
the law of averages tells me that i should have a really great day tomorrow
i love you, you trendy idiotElisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1083189308826209672004-04-28T17:55:00.000-04:002004-04-28T17:58:13.686-04:00well i'm trying to keep a positive attitude so here goes
today began with a diagnosis of a disease i cant pronounce and depressing things, going into the wrong period and having sonnenburg make fun of my disorganization, taking a quiz in the last 3 seconds of spanish i wasnt prepared for because i thought i'd miss it, no socratic seminar that i worked SO hard on, realizing i have an entire lab Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1083033201180411862004-04-26T22:33:00.000-04:002004-04-26T22:42:27.903-04:00this is how i want to remember myself when i'm dead
rachel was photographer love
and all my interpersonal relationships are over now.
g'nightElisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1083022679479568642004-04-26T19:37:00.000-04:002004-04-26T19:41:02.640-04:00a list of simpler things.
i am not in anyone's mind. i feel freer and unchained and uninhibited and a fool.
today consisted of a wide spectrum of the same three colors of gray tint, a womb of concentric circles put delicately on the earth into puddles by loving trailing precipitation.
i did not mind the wet, i did not mind the sog- someday i'll be chained again in someone's consciousness and Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1082930558992986522004-04-25T18:02:00.000-04:002004-04-25T18:05:41.576-04:00happy chic
well i had an off day and it felt like a summer sort of grotto.
i took a rain shower
felt clean and fresh
did my work
did more work
ran away to the cd store again.
but first cashed all my coins and met this strange man who had like...6 bags of pennies and the machine was spitting them out all over the floor in the coin return and he had to stick his foot in it.
we talked and i Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1082903275534240512004-04-25T10:27:00.000-04:002004-04-25T10:30:57.450-04:00how is this cohesive?
emiwy123: :-(
emiwy123: ewisey!
emiwy123: don't worry
emiwy123: be happy!
emiwy123: don't worry be happy now!
emiwy123: oooh oooohh oooohh oooohh ooooh ooooohh
emiwy123: i'm gonna give my really cool fish!
emiwy123: that sings that song!
emiwy123: remember i won it in 6th grade?
helloelise68: what?
helloelise68: i'm so confused
emiwy123: cuz i guessed the say there Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1082867679625252462004-04-25T00:34:00.000-04:002004-04-25T00:37:41.030-04:00pissants
yet again i find myself with my music tastes strewn all over the floor and dreaming about what cd to make acquaintances
only to return home and find on the EXACT DAY I WAS CONSIDERING BURNING NO KILL NO BEEP BEEP FOR ALEKS HE MENTIONS IT blagh die.
and now indie is trendy again
its like the new old new punk
a;lsdmkfqwpoeirmqpoweimrqopweirmqwr
upset
maybe i'm the only one who Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1082862692488487422004-04-24T23:11:00.000-04:002004-04-24T23:14:34.170-04:00give it a whirl! in platform double suede, like disco lemonade
well
it had a lot to do with
speaking spanish
water slippers
stargazing
teal water
dancing
all sorts of improper things
night bazaars
nightclubs
early morning walking
flying around
feet and hands and happy and smiles
flowers
bricks
sand
huts
and heights of 293874923874 feet.
guess my color!
a. as pale as i was when i left.
b. Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1082155619527920372004-04-16T18:46:00.000-04:002004-04-16T18:49:52.483-04:00has run away from country.
will not be back soon.Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1082147731955915012004-04-16T16:35:00.000-04:002004-04-16T16:38:25.123-04:00!!! musical discovery!
mouse on mars has a song called mompou!
(is amazingly happy)
and its on the album i OWN!
hoo-ah!Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1082143276503034032004-04-16T15:21:00.000-04:002004-04-16T15:24:09.746-04:00"What is a chord? .......other than my car"
-sonnenburg
I love accords.
He rocks my world and gave me a MENSA quiz today which i did okay on.
today was completely nuts
first few minutes = quiz
then talk
then lots of pretty chemicals and colors
then talking
then skipping class
then herz
then walking about
then sunny sky-windows
then mensa quiz
then frisbee and lunch outside
then party in spanishElisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1082076888873515502004-04-15T20:54:00.000-04:002004-04-15T20:57:41.590-04:00yes!
morrisey!
first time in 192873912873 years!Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1082075214097584142004-04-15T20:26:00.000-04:002004-04-15T20:29:46.390-04:00the famous
well la ti da.
i dont know.
monday was something busy i do not remember
tuesday was something frantic
abandoned at school
and lots of work
and piano in large white music hall alone
wednesday was rehersal with substitute jeff = liz
which was kind of weird
i miss jeff's massively round "WOW! huh. WOW." line. he has such an ecstatically explosive-happy part.
only he was gone
and so Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1081985876012975022004-04-14T19:37:00.000-04:002004-04-14T19:40:47.090-04:00are you happy
i feel very small
in general i have been nothing
i feel like a seed on a strawberry, cushioned by pink and sweet; only to be left with my unappetizing self, small, tough. yet i dont feel myself growing.
the rain has been cause for hoods
reflected under my eyes
there is no magic in this.
i have become very small again.
i wonder where i will go.
there is no magic in this.
its Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1081822459534668172004-04-12T22:14:00.000-04:002004-04-12T22:17:09.046-04:00simple happies.
jen: today, our gov't teacher wasn't there
and vera, mindy, and i came back early
and we didn't have anything else to do, so we occupied the empty gov't room and wrote on the whiteboard
mindy wrote "vera and jen are cool"
and i changed it to "mindy are cool"
then mindy erased it and wrote "vera and jen are cool" again
and i added to it "vera and jen are mindycool"
then vera wroteElisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1081560018778015072004-04-09T21:20:00.000-04:002004-04-09T21:50:22.293-04:00And the dumpster wasnt there.
What a day.
Early in the morning, I rose and packed my red knapsack, and my mother made me a cup of chai, and I took my fat little thermos to Jens, early in the lovely white light of 7:10 am.
I rang the doorbell and the soft little piano music stopped drifting out the window, and i was greeted!
And thankfully my father drove away.
I went inside and we listened to Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1081470699784102642004-04-08T20:31:00.000-04:002004-04-08T20:34:24.983-04:00Oh, and I forgot.
Jeff gives the most splendid all-encompassing tightly woven cigarette hugs I have ever experienced in my lifetime.
Doctors say, to be mentally healthy, the average person needs (on AVERAGE.) an average of 8 hugs a day.
And jeff gives me millions with his few.
Thanks much jeff.
Also-
Casey's last day in Art, for senior project. We had lovely milkywaycookiedoughcube-type food, Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1081469973207644672004-04-08T20:19:00.000-04:002004-04-08T20:22:18.576-04:00my chocolate craving and sugary sweetened things.
Well now, I'm not going to enter-key-binge this entry. No enters. No linebreaks. Okay. So lets see. Monday. OH WAIT! Sunday. Ficcos bowl-a-drome with rachel was lovely, candlepin boosts our self esteem. Lots of seizure lights and I won baseball cards but no sign of my lovely ginger haired beau. It turns out his ride went to a birthday party. Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1081392185577310402004-04-07T22:43:00.000-04:002004-04-07T22:45:49.733-04:00blech
tomorrow
i swearElisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1081131099048469372004-04-04T22:11:00.000-04:002004-04-04T22:14:20.590-04:00Well now.
I feel better.
All of the people
who made me feel like i was going nowhere.
All the people who seemed to have everything together- the elite, the wonderful
the splendid and
TOGETHER.
while googling
i found a list of the honor roll.
i feel better now.
so so so much better.
Maybe I can go somewhere too.Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1081084127504627132004-04-04T09:08:00.000-04:002004-04-04T09:11:28.560-04:00 1-800-242-2424
well,
i got up early
to try to finish homework
so i can go to Ficcos
and see keody and rachel
but i went to bed at 12:30
so that didnt really work.
and in reality i got up at 630 instead of 730.
I talked to chris c. last night
we lived in separate hours for a while.
made me think about a lot of things
i missed mikey's party
and instead, after school
went to guitar club, and Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1081050224238945752004-04-03T22:43:00.000-05:002004-04-03T22:49:16.013-05:00&,
... ??? !
i'll write tomorrow.Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1080868741692786502004-04-01T20:19:00.000-05:002004-04-01T20:23:27.826-05:00AM ,ekorbmeP 640 tpA .tS ttesoohcS 081 !!!
today was surprisingly lovely.
im getting me to do things.
APRIL FOOLS.
i asked finn to cotillion as backup. hes lovely. lovely finn. he said yes. but he hasnt payed his class dues.
it started out as a joke.
hopefully chris can go, though. plays rock the casba, however. not sure if a little formal dance is worth giving that up.
stupid scheduling.
he Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1080787476844979482004-03-31T21:44:00.000-05:002004-03-31T21:47:13.890-05:00friends in favorites.
because people like to do what other people do.
and because i smlove you. all over the place.Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1080777274377947202004-03-31T18:54:00.000-05:002004-03-31T19:36:42.326-05:00"Dont do that. It feels good."
I miss him.
Mandy is killing me. So ive got to post.
For mandy. Because she is a love.
Okay.
Wow.
starting... lots and lots of events ago. but not that long ago.
Bus ride home from annapolis was wonderful.
In a rather ugly walnut nutshell I began to socialize and forget about how sad it was that I was going home.
Had rather interesting conversations with Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1079924746585566102004-03-21T22:05:00.000-05:002004-03-21T22:08:14.263-05:00build me up. buttercup. dont break my heart.
do, do, do do!
well, i have a headache, and feel sick, but i cannot keep this in any longer.
Annapolis was beautiful. Beautiful beautiful beautiful.
The bus ride down was amazing. Lots of fun. Lots of nic's strange groove faces and mike thinking im sketchy and me sniffing his sweatshirt and singing the one line "nothing compares, nothing compares.Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1079318231274897042004-03-14T21:37:00.000-05:002004-03-14T21:39:31.483-05:00 and i and i and i
dont stu stu tter when im newervoiugus.
nervous.
eesh.
my head is exploding out of my left eye.
i have too many things going on
monday is robotics meeting/tee shirt ordering/finish geo project with curran/homework/double piano
tuesday is linda/clean room/pack for annapolis/massive amounts of homework/geo test
wednesday is make up bad midterm/try out for one act play Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1079234911392264522004-03-13T22:28:00.000-05:002004-03-13T22:30:50.746-05:00 gah. music is gone gone gone gone gone gone and so on on on.
i slept almost 12 hours.
i woke up to bright light filtering through my curtains with big pale squares in them because they fade.
they are the color of warmth, i sewed them. and hung them to help my walls have happiness.
still no letter from cicada.
letter from WFH, though. with pledge sheets. spread the word.
my 5th cd player is Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1079150574795969832004-03-12T23:02:00.000-05:002004-03-12T23:07:46.373-05:00glory glory
wow lovely
problems with family
blah blah things getting worse
thursdays piano was beautiful
and we practiced in the music room. twas lovely, me em chris curran
and simon was in the other room
and li and nate walked in to make fun of me
that night we went to renees, meg rachel em renee and i
we watched lost in translation and thirteen
i broke down when renee and rachel were gone
Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1078872050668656122004-03-09T17:40:00.000-05:002004-03-09T17:44:04.856-05:00 curran put jesus wounds on his hands.
he wrapped his arms around me and said "jesus loves you".
people act so surprised when the annual march storm rolls in.
it has been snowing consistently for days.
i love you.
i love spring storms.
i love the 7th day.
and bad things come in threes.
it feels like 4 weeks ago.
right now we are spending time then.
we will remember them in the same set.
Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1078869793398200332004-03-09T17:03:00.000-05:002004-03-09T17:05:28.890-05:00but what actually happened to day was
i gave my cd and letter for graduation to chris
i listened to explosions in the sky early in the morning
i had no fun
we had a sub first period
second period carr let us have breakfast (??)
third period was lovely art
we drew hands
contour drawings without looking at our paper
hands are beautiful things
i like aleks' and rachel's and ben's hands
fourth Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1078868911829999182004-03-09T16:48:00.000-05:002004-03-09T16:50:46.700-05:00my eyes! are with! my eyes! all the time!
walking home today was a beautiful plethora of things.
the sky opened up to the blue kind of sky in a grand gate with ragged silver edges, and the clean clouds were so clean you could see the circle of the sun
all was white and light snow landed on my eyelashes
the roads were clean and dangerous
it was a composition
it was music
it was not a photographElisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1078537070437473062004-03-05T20:37:00.000-05:002004-03-05T20:40:01.746-05:00only way to understand it
guitar club
waffled man ran off table into guitars
completely nuts
started driving imaginary car
and everyone else seemed upset or brooding
i hate when people are high
me and em left with clarkie to FORBIDDEN PLACES and he convinced us of impending doom and it was scary
and we died laughing
then me and em went to the music room and i played piano and it was joyful
i Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1078359559209503812004-03-03T19:19:00.000-05:002004-03-03T19:21:28.640-05:00sunrays emerging extroverted
today was a half day, went by how things should go, the freshman crew walked downtown to get food and walk to the common to eat our lunch on the grass in a circle
curran picked up a walking stick
a very beautiful walking stick
i watched clouds and the sun was glorious
andrew suggested i looked at animals and try to figure out what type of cloud they would be
it wasElisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1078270569609949982004-03-02T18:36:00.000-05:002004-03-02T18:38:17.840-05:00lets get a bottle and drink alone tonight
alone tonight
alone tonight alone tonight
but not tomorrow
new day dawning hope in pretty blue capsules maybe not
constant headache persists
i need culturing
jim is so not having an absinthe party
no no no
i miss soni
maybe she can go to midsummer
finn made me happy yesterday
he wasnt here today
i hope his car didnt kill him like it almost killed Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1078199998653639622004-03-01T22:59:00.000-05:002004-03-01T23:02:05.606-05:00thats some crazy
_____ going on.
loving? shaking? shit? happenings? dancing? tunage?
things are clear with curran
raging hormones won the last game
grades are glkqwpoerimqwpoermgblech
stressing
bad bad bad
havent been able to read
havent been able to write
havent been able to think
cant wait for midsummer night's dream
shall be beautiful
maybe soni can come down
i need to send her present/Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1078090812824615662004-02-29T16:40:00.000-05:002004-02-29T16:42:18.793-05:00power volume
i cannot hear well
coffee house was a blast
loose cannons' lead guitarist's amp died in the middle of the last song
chillblanes' singer got a lot, lot better
the rhodes were amazing
they had a lot of...style
bill has got a great voice
and mike (despite circumstances) is an extremely great guitarist
but plays voodoo child too fast
a lot of people were there
even the hall Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1078007179045197802004-02-28T17:26:00.000-05:002004-02-28T17:28:24.326-05:00the answer
things are beautiful.
friday was strange...
i got through social studies and spanish, and art felt good- painted northern sky in clouds with lights and read my story about customs, fell in love,
art class makes me feel at peace
skipped down to gates and he bought me a book (!) and had some amusing conversations with a 1-800 number
on the school phone
allie played a car game for Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1077838804305943542004-02-26T18:40:00.000-05:002004-02-26T18:42:07.496-05:00i dont know where to start
monday i dont remember
tuesday finn curran and jim and i, we drove in finns shit volvo down to dynasty and ate lots of food, and he threw crackwhore sweet and low at jim and me and curran was the savior. we ate and talked and ate and caused a disturbance and were the only ones in the restaurant and when jim switched the tip to less than 10 percent finn ran out of the Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1077505517069816692004-02-22T22:05:00.000-05:002004-02-22T22:07:16.763-05:00idiots of the day (no offense)
today was beautiful.
i went to chris c's and we sat and ate lots of vegetables and chips, and watched 2001 a space odyssey.
i was in shock. and awe.
when i was around 6 i had seen it, and somehow i remember there being a romance in it.
i was horribly wrong and i think i was making up a plot.
but nonetheless it was nice to talk to chris again, he is lovely.
then weElisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1077404701418904692004-02-21T18:05:00.000-05:002004-02-21T20:13:47.170-05:00well then
i feel like shit because i'm home again
a lot of things are happening all at the same time
the sky is soggy here
i miss
a. fresh air
b. labios maravillosamente suaves
c. streets of village west
d. when music brought happiness
i had a dream about thailand and airplanes flying low, then i woke up and the window was open to the street and snowplows were making the noises of low flying Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1076888119038093342004-02-15T18:35:00.000-05:002004-02-15T18:56:00.593-05:00 is what bohemian revolution? what is?
the lights
from the windows
are really beautiful
from the towers
of a french pronounced
pastry town
valentines day, curran snuck up with a red rose and bear.
hes so beautiful.
guitar club was nice, i broke my phobia of playing in front of others, we took the late bus and walked around my neighborhood with their equipment and someone pulled up Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1076777510568726092004-02-14T11:51:00.000-05:002004-02-14T11:53:51.920-05:00 happy valentines day, loves
you are beautiful. you make people happy, you are splendid, you are perfect at you, which is what you are, and no one else is as good at being you as you are.
never let anyone make you think you arent worth the world, dont let people bring you down, and i know this is all extremely cliche'd but love yourself. love yourself and love others, acknowledge that everyone Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1076545001450238242004-02-11T19:16:00.000-05:002004-02-11T19:18:29.810-05:00superpages
today was strange. nice though.
art we finished talking about...art
and i know what im doing for my large (LARGE) work.
Ah right. Capitalization.
Block study was silly. Tried to figure out the verb form of "fission", confused gigante, blah blah, went to look at art, visited em in textile design, etc etc. I'm panicking about school. Report card was ok but i realized this term i have NOElisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1076462431908058632004-02-10T20:20:00.000-05:002004-02-10T20:22:19.326-05:00furniture has no say in life
today was really good in the beginning, day slugged by lazily warmly and beautifully, then 4th period i began to die. then i died. and was sent to the nurse.
i slept over an hour, wasnt woken up by the bell, and missed the bus. got picked up at 2 for appt.
apparently in the hour i was gone a rumor flew around that:
a. i threw up
b. i threw up and went home
c. i Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1076370455235291582004-02-09T18:47:00.000-05:002004-02-09T18:49:21.106-05:00Sorry about that.
I hope the world's headaches go away.
It is so tough, to be full of self pity. Everyone always thinks its brought on by the person but if it was, and they knew it felt like shit, they would change it. Even if it did cause pity. I suppose i pity some of my friends full of pity for themselves. And they know it feels like shit.
I hope the world's headaches go away.
Today aleks,Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1076366747252964182004-02-09T17:45:00.000-05:002004-02-09T17:47:57.560-05:00IT HAS BEEN ALMOST 24 HOURS
AND IT SEEMS LIKE 2398471029873401928374 AND -.1231997 AT THE SAME TIME.
I HAD A DISGUSTING DAY.
YOU ARE DISGUSTING ROAD SALT AND CARS DRIVE THEIR FEET ALL OVER YOU.
i dont feel the need to be loved by anybody.
uck foff.
CONTEMPORARY PHOTOGRAPHERS MY BEHIND.
YOU ARENT ARTISTIC IF YOU KNOW ITElisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1076281164548230722004-02-08T17:59:00.000-05:002004-02-08T18:01:09.200-05:00 youre beautiful, beautiful.
hahahaha I AM SUCH A DORK
ok, now that that is out-
tomorrow = school = social interaction = no fun.
ALL YOUR DREAMS ARE OVER NOW.
dead.
blech.
uninspired.
it was no accident.
fffffffcccck. uck. uck.
what a gross bland day.Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1076213398225425852004-02-07T23:09:00.000-05:002004-02-07T23:11:42.763-05:00this is how i feel today.
few bad things.
one, im not going to be home for valentines day.
two. my friends are bored. which just rubs in my face that i dont have TIME to be bored.
three. senior slide started second term freshman year. what happens when i get the report card?
other than that.
thumbs up.
whoop.Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1076190044512120092004-02-07T16:40:00.000-05:002004-02-07T16:42:28.373-05:00not enough time
mmm. life is so delicious. i want to eat the sky.
i want to sleep in the snow.
i'll be making it through this time.
friday's early dismissal led to a string of lies to authorities, running around getting loves and then getting out at 1:30 anyway.
drove to the casa in a beat up silver van with emily and the guitars in the trunk, sliding all over in the inches of snow and slush Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1076030179652205602004-02-05T20:16:00.000-05:002004-02-05T20:18:01.983-05:00intuition through the choices you face.
damn. just lost the entire entry.
overview with no frills:
morning - nice, grape juice and breakfast and henry miller.
social studies me and tierney laughed half the class because of run on sentences by ancient chinese that got our grammar confused.
then had art, went andy warhol and listened to james taylor and 80s music that everyone knows. (cough TEARS Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1075857792108280292004-02-03T20:23:00.000-05:002004-02-03T20:24:52.436-05:00 ding ding NEW
new photos in album section
guitar club jan 30 2004
pictures of matt, renee, mandy, chris, curran, andrew. wooElisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1075854351020578722004-02-03T19:25:00.000-05:002004-02-03T19:27:31.200-05:00 in the whole wide world.
Deadbushstocks: doesnt really float my boat if you float me
helloelise68: celebacy
Deadbushstocks: float?
helloelise68: flat?
helloelise68: get.
Deadbushstocks: float
sorry about all the (see above)s.
i just...
ah screw it. no excuse.
nonetheless. very very content.
after a lot of people coming into EVERY SINGLE PERIOD TODAY looking for me and being like "HEY ELISEElisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1075767549042581902004-02-02T19:19:00.000-05:002004-02-02T19:20:48.296-05:00tainted by the fruit of another.
helloelise68: YES 80s SYNTH
rachew1119: exactamundo
rachew1119: wow scratch that
i love rachel. and her 80s nostalgia songs.
ahhh.
pushing, pulling, conservative rolling.
ah wow.
i'm full of music.
i'm so content.
i feel like a hammock, as i told rachel.
slow, content, happy. sun warm.
broken and frayed and happy. at the ends.
everything is slow.
today Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1075696338351562002004-02-01T23:32:00.000-05:002004-02-01T23:33:56.593-05:00happy. sad. sleeping. incongruent.
today. meh.
i feel large and unwieldy and gross.
i suppose its a meditation hangover.
rachels party shouldve been nice. halftime we looked at stars. and the moon. and commented on orion's waistline.
rachel me em renee andrew ian matt and curran showed.
which made for some awkwardness.
i suppose it was nice. i was hoping for halftime so we could've watched Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1075599954633269292004-01-31T20:45:00.000-05:002004-01-31T20:47:31.763-05:00..
It was beautiful. This evening was so incontestibly incontrovertibly beautiful.
at 12 curran came to pick me up, me him and his mom drove up to cambridge listening to some wonderfully beautiful music and when we got there, we walked in...it was this strange little victorian house, 4 stories, i think, but when you walked inside, it was so white, so clean, so quiet- and everything was in its Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1075520020753053972004-01-30T22:33:00.000-05:002004-01-30T22:35:16.950-05:00 and the wind cries mary.
mmm mm, mm.
today was sparkling. computer art first period. last class ever. i printed the self portrait and only after i had left did i realize...i'll never ever have that class again. i suppose the finality of it is the thing that brings me down the most.
went for hot chocolate w/sean second period. third period, watched romeo and juliet, talked with curran about Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1075429099768667082004-01-29T21:18:00.000-05:002004-01-29T21:19:55.123-05:00"hey, behind you"
at least i get warnings now.
today was a volatile day full of coteries of bad things. and a wonderful coterie of good.
everyone is getting me very worried about the whole human-dying aspect of them.
all of my tests. blech.
lots of things happening.
on a mediocre level i think (noun) likes another girl. i think i made high honors. i think i might become the real Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1075335200926377302004-01-28T19:13:00.000-05:002004-01-28T19:14:55.263-05:00 wow i love humorous breakfastfood and jokes from 4 years ago when we didnt know what was funny
emiwy123: so whats up?
helloelise68: nothin really
helloelise68: you
emiwy123: nuffin muffin
emiwy123: hehehehehe
helloelise68: heh
helloelise68: MUFFINS NEPHEW
emiwy123: wow i'm in a weird mood
emiwy123: OH YEAH!!!
emiwy123: HAHAHAHAHHA
emiwy123: good times
anyway.
today was nice i suppose. Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1075259607656852332004-01-27T22:13:00.000-05:002004-01-27T22:15:01.123-05:00I just untied all my knots and went downstairs and improv'ed for an hour on the piano. It was beautiful. I feel emptied and cleaned and my entrails are all over like some sparkling innard garland that is full of beauty and everything i wanted to get out of me.
I love you.
Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733950.post-1075240544497586132004-01-27T16:55:00.000-05:002004-01-27T16:57:19.310-05:00oooh ee ooh!
helloelise68: mgh.
xXPaper BridgeXx: a bit grainy in texture
helloelise68: i guess i'd have to try
xXPaper BridgeXx: hey! dont you "mgh" me!
elise has yet to try grits.
NONETHELESS.
mandy mandy fo mandy wrote her name on my hand. ahaha. dont i feel studly.
i'm very content.
things are going well.
cant wait for the weekend.
oh. and my geo teacher is trying to set me up with Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16068501066577199628noreply@blogger.com