with 6 shopping daze left until my birthday (7 if yr a slacker and shop early morning) i thought i would post, y special request, a birthday list complete with nonessential frivilities (i think i just created a word!) that a determined minimalist can:t help but indulge in.
- The No Doubt boxed set that:s due out sometime this month
- any burnt CDs inluding all the oldies that i had stolen a few months back-- Smashing Pumpkins Adore, manson:s ACS, any Ministry, and Rancid:s Out come the Wolves. oh and anything BEastie Boyz or any punkorama volume as well.
books! cuz who wants to pay 1500yen for a paperback?
- The Descent of Man, Charles Darwin
- Pale Blue Dot, Carl Sagan
- Slaughterhouse 5, Kurt Vonnegut
- Q is for Quarry, Sue Grafton
- Dissertation on the Origin and Foundation of the Inequity of Mankind, Rousseau
- any lil nuggets from Paulo Coehlo, Robert A Wilson, or Carlos Castanada would also help me love you more.
and most of all, i want pictures of you, letters from North America, and everyone to think positive thoughts for my mom when you have a spare moment.
Joel, i was reading Great American Poetry and i came across an Ezra Pound poem that totally spoke to me. i thought you would enjoy it too+
The Girl
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown into my breast
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you are,
Moss you are.
You are violets with wind above them.
A child- so high- you are;
And all this is folly to the world.
I had another rape-esque dream last night. and with that said i realize that this is turning into such a diary it:s not even funny. oh well, better on the page than in my head. this dream was strange. i don:t think i:ve spoken english in a dream in two weeks. first i was speaking japanese, then spanish, and now i:m talking french! i think its wicked though cuz surely it means i:ve unlocked something in my brain that allows it to easily recognize languages. the learning curve skyrockets... anyways, i:m standing at a counter waiting to sign up for the 9 o clock Fox Trot classes (dont ask, i have no idea why i wanted to learn that dance.. i think i had to learn it in order to get promoted at work) when this burly european man in black pants and a hideous yellow sweater comes up behind me and starts grinding with me. i:m like whoa, buddy, what are you doing?? i tried to ignore it and talk to the dude behind the counter about when the class starts but Euro man kept getting more and more aggressive. finally he grabs me and spins me around and pins me up against a wall. oh my god, i thought, i:m gna get raped. i looked around the lobby and everyone was just either watching passively or doing their own thing (another common theme, i:m freaking out and no one else in the dream thinks its strange). the dude is talking to me and i:m talking back to him in french telling him that i:m not interested and that maybe he could stop hurting me. then he took his massive hand and covered my mouth so i couldn:t speak anymore. so i stood there, closed my eyes, and screamed for Joel to come rescue me. the scream was cool cuz when i closed my eyes i was flying through space on another plane screaming and trying to find Joel so he would catch my telepathic thought.. .. i:m not sure what happened after that but the next thing we were talking about aroudn the counter was crepes, a crazy japanese person killing 10 people by stabbing them in the stomach (a la huri kuri, except murdering someone else), and the dangers of drinking sake... and then the alarm on my ktai went off and i woke up feeling sick... i:ve been feeling sick all day. not sick sick. just BLAH i want more free time sick. but goodness it:s thursday already! which means i once again forgot to take out my garbage... thank Twigg for that back balcony!
last night i went over to Lousie:s pad with Kylie and we cooked a delicious pasta and salad meal with red wine. for dessert we had some strawberries and creme puffs n then they got me totally addicted to the Australian drama SeaChange. we:ve decided to make these dinners a weekly thing at a different house each week. it:s so chilling to hang out with my girls.
tonite Kylie is having a pumpkin party and you bet yr ass i:ll be there for the pumpkin pie! it:s goign to be an early night though, cuz i vowed myself i would get up and go for a run tomorrow.
checked out the organic grocery store today- fun stuff!
tash i am mailing you a letter tonite...
linda, i will email your friend today....
parents, feel free to call me tonite!
- The No Doubt boxed set that:s due out sometime this month
- any burnt CDs inluding all the oldies that i had stolen a few months back-- Smashing Pumpkins Adore, manson:s ACS, any Ministry, and Rancid:s Out come the Wolves. oh and anything BEastie Boyz or any punkorama volume as well.
books! cuz who wants to pay 1500yen for a paperback?
- The Descent of Man, Charles Darwin
- Pale Blue Dot, Carl Sagan
- Slaughterhouse 5, Kurt Vonnegut
- Q is for Quarry, Sue Grafton
- Dissertation on the Origin and Foundation of the Inequity of Mankind, Rousseau
- any lil nuggets from Paulo Coehlo, Robert A Wilson, or Carlos Castanada would also help me love you more.
and most of all, i want pictures of you, letters from North America, and everyone to think positive thoughts for my mom when you have a spare moment.
Joel, i was reading Great American Poetry and i came across an Ezra Pound poem that totally spoke to me. i thought you would enjoy it too+
The Girl
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown into my breast
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you are,
Moss you are.
You are violets with wind above them.
A child- so high- you are;
And all this is folly to the world.
I had another rape-esque dream last night. and with that said i realize that this is turning into such a diary it:s not even funny. oh well, better on the page than in my head. this dream was strange. i don:t think i:ve spoken english in a dream in two weeks. first i was speaking japanese, then spanish, and now i:m talking french! i think its wicked though cuz surely it means i:ve unlocked something in my brain that allows it to easily recognize languages. the learning curve skyrockets... anyways, i:m standing at a counter waiting to sign up for the 9 o clock Fox Trot classes (dont ask, i have no idea why i wanted to learn that dance.. i think i had to learn it in order to get promoted at work) when this burly european man in black pants and a hideous yellow sweater comes up behind me and starts grinding with me. i:m like whoa, buddy, what are you doing?? i tried to ignore it and talk to the dude behind the counter about when the class starts but Euro man kept getting more and more aggressive. finally he grabs me and spins me around and pins me up against a wall. oh my god, i thought, i:m gna get raped. i looked around the lobby and everyone was just either watching passively or doing their own thing (another common theme, i:m freaking out and no one else in the dream thinks its strange). the dude is talking to me and i:m talking back to him in french telling him that i:m not interested and that maybe he could stop hurting me. then he took his massive hand and covered my mouth so i couldn:t speak anymore. so i stood there, closed my eyes, and screamed for Joel to come rescue me. the scream was cool cuz when i closed my eyes i was flying through space on another plane screaming and trying to find Joel so he would catch my telepathic thought.. .. i:m not sure what happened after that but the next thing we were talking about aroudn the counter was crepes, a crazy japanese person killing 10 people by stabbing them in the stomach (a la huri kuri, except murdering someone else), and the dangers of drinking sake... and then the alarm on my ktai went off and i woke up feeling sick... i:ve been feeling sick all day. not sick sick. just BLAH i want more free time sick. but goodness it:s thursday already! which means i once again forgot to take out my garbage... thank Twigg for that back balcony!
last night i went over to Lousie:s pad with Kylie and we cooked a delicious pasta and salad meal with red wine. for dessert we had some strawberries and creme puffs n then they got me totally addicted to the Australian drama SeaChange. we:ve decided to make these dinners a weekly thing at a different house each week. it:s so chilling to hang out with my girls.
tonite Kylie is having a pumpkin party and you bet yr ass i:ll be there for the pumpkin pie! it:s goign to be an early night though, cuz i vowed myself i would get up and go for a run tomorrow.
checked out the organic grocery store today- fun stuff!
tash i am mailing you a letter tonite...
linda, i will email your friend today....
parents, feel free to call me tonite!
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