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Last entry as im_no_poet.
Go to my new journal at sex_musik.
I will leave this account open, but I won't be using it. sex_musik will be my main name now. So go add, people!
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[12 Jan 2005|02:40pm] |
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Of COURSE the search for WMDs was called off! There weren't any fucking WMDs to begin with, you fucking dolts!
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| x-posted in spoiled_girls |
[12 Jan 2005|11:44am] |
Okay, dilemma here...
I'm going to Mikey's sister's wedding next month, and I want to look nice, but remain comfortable. Anyone who knows me knows I hate wearing a dress. So, my question is, would wearing a skinny black pantsuit (i.e. black "cigarette" pants and a fitted matching black blazer) over a dressy shirt and some cute heels be too casual for an event like this, or would it be acceptable?
Keep in mind, this is a winter wedding and I don't want to freeze in a dress, so I'm also looking at practicality. But I want to make sure I don't show up looking like a fool.
I could dress it up with some nice jewelry, good makeup, a hairpin - whatever works. I just really want to avoid wearing a dress at all costs. But I still want to look good.
Any advice here would be great.
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[11 Jan 2005|02:26pm] |
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Take the 1st sentence from the 1st post of each month of 2004. Make a paragraph. This is supposed to be what your year was like:
"Sorry for the rather extensive wait... Ant needs to stay out of mine and my family's life. So I made these oatmeal chocolate chip cookies last night, just to try my hand at baking, you know? I think we'll be well-prepared for the shows in May. All I can say is YEAH BABY!!! Haha, and he has no idea... Okay, so kidney infections SUUUUCK! I kinda always figured this would happen. On my way home tonight, my CD player wasn't working, and it wouldn't respond when I tried to switch it to the radio. Happy October everyone! I feel good. My car is too light for the wind."
Somehow, this doesn't seem to sum up 2004 at all for me. But... hey, it was something to do.
P.S. Mac's Canteen has the BEST HOT DOGS EVER...
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[11 Jan 2005|10:55am] |
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I walk alone... |
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I think I'll have a hotdog for lunch....
Also, I've been thinking of changing my user name to sex_musik. I just don't want to deal with all the layout crap. Maybe I'll give it a shot. I'm tired of this name.
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[11 Jan 2005|09:59am] |
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Nothing to deep or dramatic... |
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New song my singer wrote is FABULOUS. Worked on it last night along with some covers to act as time-filler for our gigs at Zen. Gonna be a good time.
Oh, and we're on a Battle of the Bands at the Space on Feb 10. That should be fun. We got a sick slot too - 9:45 to 10:15. That's always good.
It's cold, and it's supposed to snow today, and these things don't even bother me. I'm in an oddly good mood.
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[10 Jan 2005|10:04am] |
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But now I must be leaving... |
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I broke everything off with Tony last night. He understood, I suppose. I just couldn't do it anymore.
It feels weird to be the breaker instead of the breakee. But I still feel relieved.
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[07 Jan 2005|11:50am] |
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Lanie promised me the rest of my paycheck today. It didn't happen. This is me, pissed off and broke. This shit needs to stop. Now.
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[07 Jan 2005|10:00am] |
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I know I won't be leaving here with you... |
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And old buddy of mine from school (haven't really talked to him in a while though), Anthony Maserelli, died in his sleep yesterday morning from a sleeping pill and alcohol overdose. He was 23.
Which brings me quickly to my point:
-Get busy living, or get busy dying.
23 fucking years old. Something seems wrong about someone that young dying.
I think the weirdest part about death is the realization and acknowledgement that you are never going to see that person again.
A lot of people thought he was a nobody. A loser. But my friend Irene dated him for years. They were set on getting married. Then they broke up. But now, someone has to tell Irene that her first big romance is dead.
Which brings me to another point:
- Even if the whole world thinks you are a nobody, you are always someone to somebody. Someone will be impacted by you. Your existance means something to at least one person in your life. So never think that you are truly a nobody. No one is a nobody.
Anthony died over something so stupid. He planned on changing his life around - moved back in with his mom, said he wanted to stop doing drugs. And then, boom - he's gone.
So on that note, anytime someone tells me to go to college, or get a better (see: desk) job, or that I *will get married and have children - you all don't know anything. Those things aren't living. That's not freedom. I don't want to die at 76 years old with great-grandkids and a broken marriage and a colostomy bag. I don't want to be on my death bed knowing that I never truly went through with pursuing my dream, and that when I had my chance, I took other people's advice and let it all get in the way of what I really wanted - no, needed - to be doing. I want to live my dream. I want to be free. And I want to die - at any age - knowing that I did all I could to make it a reality. I don't want to feel like I missed out on living.
This entry is far too long. But I needed to say it all.
So, anyone who will be at the Webster tonight to see us play, I can't wait to see you all there. Stand in front. I'll be throwing guitar picks. We go on at 10:15.
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[04 Jan 2005|12:18pm] |
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Die die die my darling... |
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My body hates me, and I hate my body. At least for the next few days. ::nods::
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[03 Jan 2005|04:01pm] |
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Who knows where we stand... |
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Fuck every single one of my friends who did fuck all to get tickets to this Friday's show. You all knew how important this gig is to us and you still treated it like it was another local fucking sleazy bar job. It's the FUCKING WEBSTER THEATER. Main fucking stage. I know it's not fucking Madison Square Garden, but it's the biggest show the band has played and probably the biggest show of my life to date.
But you don't fucking care, do you? You couldn't give two shits about watching me succeed at anything, because you're too busy hanging out with your boyfriends, or acting like fucking snobs, or making up some bullshit so you don't have to. Or you just give me "I don't know"s until the fucking tickets run out and you can say "Oops, sorry".
So fuck you. Fuck all of you. (With the exception of a select few who actually put forth the effort to say "I give a shit" in no uncertain terms.) Next time you have some big fucking event that you are oh-so-proud of, don't fucking tell me about it. Because if you can't be interested in what I'm doing with my life, I'm not interested in what you're doing with yours either. Eye for an eye, tooth for a fucking tooth.
P.S. Those friends that have shown an interest should disregard this entry. You know who you are, so don't be offended.
Those who are offended by this merely have a guilty conscience.
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[03 Jan 2005|10:41am] |
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Keep your eyes on her... |
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Woke up at 5:45 this morning. On purpose. I'm actually working on sticking to that little resolution thing I made for myself. (Also cleaned my room within an inch of it's life last night. On top of losing weight, part of the resolution was to take better care of myself in general...)
In any case, woke up, made my bed, and threw in my mom's Tony Little tapes. (Don't laugh. It's a damn good workout.) Productive.
Headed to the doctor. They put me on Ortho Low. Thank god.
So, I don't feel like I have wasted the day. Yet.
Off to go play go-for.
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[30 Dec 2004|11:00am] |
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1.Name? Angel
2.Names that you had in 2004? Angel, Angelika, Gelly, Smally
3.Names of people that you wish you could forget from 2004? Creepy stalker Mike.
4.Weight? Started at 105. Now I'm at 117. Not good. New Year's resolution - lose 15 pounds by Michelle's wedding.
5.Weight you'd like to be Weight? 100 - 102. No more, no less. Damnit.
6.Hair Color? Went from black to red to blonde-ish to red and to black again.
7.Has it been changed in 2004? See above.
FASHION:
8.Five BEST purchases in 2004? My car, pedal board, Boddington's (yum yum yum)... Sadly, that's about it.
9.Things you shouldn't have bought? Serious amount of clothing. And plane tickets back from Austin.
10.Favorite pair of shoes? Black and silver Sauconys.
11.Favorite pair of jeans? Torn American Eagle jeans.
12.Favorite pair of undies? Pink plaid VS.
13.Item of clothing that you wish you could still wear but can't? My dark blue pants with brown tiny pinstripes. My ass got fat again and they just aren't working.
14.Most expensive purchase in 2004? My car. Well, no. My pedal board.
15.Cheapest but BESTEST purchase in 2004? My leopard print belt.
16.Your fashion guilty pleasure(s)? Roxy sweatshirts. Too expensive, but damn sexy.
17.Thing you wish you had but can't afford? '61 Reissue Gibson SG with a Bigsby trem.
18.Brand/Designer you wish could wardrobe you for New Year's? American Eagle, I suppose.
19.What are you wearing right now? Green beater, green and white Roxy zip-front track jacket, blue jeans, black bottle-opener belt, black and silver Sauconys.
20.Who's style (celebrity) was the best, in your opinion, in 2004? The guys in Switchfoot can dress their asses off.
ENTERTAINMENT/FUN:
21.Lindsay or Hilary? Neither. They both suck equally.
22.Justin Timberlake, so over or still so sexy? Oh wow, he's still alive?.
23.Britney spears, same question? She's even more annoying now that she's married.
24.Top five cd's of 2004? Switchfoot "The Beatiful Letdown", Rush "Roll the Bones (remasatered)", Gavin DeGraw "Chariot" , the new Train album (can't remember what it's called), Fuel "Natural Selection"
25.Favorite movies of 2004? Coffee and Cigarettes (!!!!), Meet the Fockers, Calender Girls
26.Signiature Hangout (club or bar)? Karaoke at the Sports Page
27.Signiature Hangout (food or drink)? TGI Fridays
28.Best meal you had in 2004? Corner Pocket hot dogs.
29.YOUR DRINK in 2004? Vodka tonics or vodka and cran. Or just vodka.
30.Laguna Beach or the OC? What?
SEXY SEXY HOT DIRTY SEX SEX!: If you say so.
31.GOTTA MAN? GOTTA WO-MAN? Man, I guess.
32.If so, how long? Year and a half.
33.Did you date a lot in 2004? Not really.
34.Did you fall in love in 2004? With music. Again.
35.Did you get your heart-broken in 2004? Yeah.
36.How many people did you kiss in 2004? 3
37.How many peopel did you have naughty thoughts about in 2004? Heh heh heh... I haven't a clue.
38.Who did you fantasize MOST about in 2004? My lips are sealed.
FRIENDS:
39.DID YOU MAKE ANY NEW FRIENDS? Yes.
40.WHICH ONES DO YOU THINK WILL LAST? ::shrugs:: We'll let time figure that out.
NEXT YEAR:
41. Your new year's resolution? Lose at least 15 - 17 pounds. I'm sick of this shit.
42. How will you spend New Year's? Party hopping. :-( I hate doing that.
43.Was 2004 good for you? Best year I've had so far, thanks to the band.
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[30 Dec 2004|10:27am] |
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I swear, sometimes I want to just smack my friend Meghan in the face. Six months ago, if I asked her to hang out, or if I was really intent on her coming to a show, she'd be there no questions asked. Now, I ask her to come to the Webster show - our biggest show to date - and we're a week before the date and she's giving me some "I don't know" bullshit. "I gotta see what Dan is doing..." You know what? FUCK Dan! I was happy for her relationship before - happy that she finally got a stable one in which the guy actually gives a shit about her. But now, I don't get to see her, and she can't even set aside one night for something important in my life, even though I asked her THREE FUCKING WEEKS AGO. A couple weeks ago, I called her to see if she wanted to hang out. Who was she with? Dan. Any time she talks to me, it's "Yeah, I'm hanging with Dan this weekend". No more "Angel! I miss you! We gotta hang out!". At all. It's always "Dan is so sweet, I can't wait to see him this weekend". What happened to the independent, rude, thick-skinned Meghan that I was friends with? When did she become some clingy housewife who can't set aside one night for her girl because it would take away the precious time she has with her new man? I can understand the excitement of a new relationship, because I've been there. But at what point will she realize that her friends are getting tired of waiting around to be penciled in at her convenience?
Yeah, I'm fucking jealous. I want my friend back, damnit...
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[28 Dec 2004|01:17pm] |
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Hot shit!
<td>You are a guitar.
You are a musical genius... congratulations. Most people think you are a little obsessed with music, but that's okay. You don't care what other people think. You are independent, and would rather have a few good (and weird) friends than a lot of not-so-good ones. You may feel that people run down your eccentricity, but that's only because they're jealous. You will most likely become very successful with your musical talent. \m/ Rock on!
Most compatible with: Drumstick.
Click here -- What Random Object Represents Your Inner Self?
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