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Hi!
1. I'm Alive.
2. I've been so busy I literally have no freetime. I am in time debt.
3. I am behind in almost all of my classes.
4. I am in danger of getting a C+ average (terrible for me)
5. I stupidly keep on going on trips, such as the scout camp I just went to.
6. ... aforementioned trip was awesome....
7. ... but not good enought to be worth screwing me up this much...
8. I am constantly feeling bunched up - never well.
9. I am nonetheless fine.
10. The list of work I have to do (catching up) is ridiculous + 1.
11. I have enough time to finish it.
12. ... but like today: practically two free blocks (writing class is not much anymore), and I a) tried to write b) failed, went on to something else c)which is late and a major project d)and which I was unable to make any headway past notes during block e)did some work I missed while camping in writing f) got frustrated by little things not working each time I tired to get something done for rest of block g) accomplished nothing in 3 hours.
13. And then have choir, errands, sister's birthday dinner, get home 8, practice piano, try to get math doneS
I am going to stop complaining now. I just have to DO! and DO! and beat myself until it works.
14. PJ Harvey, Stereolab, My Bloody Valentine, Flaming Lips, Tool, Dresden Dolls, Frank Zappa - all amazing music in my life right now.
15. Physical passion for first time ever at scout camp. Important, that. And I don't mean first sex, I mean the first time I felt desire for any body.
16. I am all talk and no action.
17. No talking.
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[10 Apr 2006|10:17pm] |
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Ch. 17
In Which Everything gets Batshit Busy, A job is Gotten, A suprise party is had, a potential lover falls off the radar, singing is wonderful, a weekend is taken up and absolutely nothing constructive gets done.
A) I'm working at the same Cafe my sister was. It's wonderful. I was ten types of excited to get called back, and the first few days confirmed it; even though I'm a kitchen grunt, I get to deal with costumers. and my co-workers are all awesome. SOme of them I'm even becoming friends with. That being said, I worked every day last weekend, and am still exhausted.
b) In the middle of this busy working weekend, I was thrown a suprise party, suprisingly enough, by my sister Amber. My intention was to go die by falling asleep in the bathtub. But still, it was wonderful. The main thing is that this amazing girl, Keri Wier, and I got to see eachother. We've known eachother since birth, and she is... well, totally creative, one of the guys, and the most original thinker I know. She has her own set of rules for living. She, George (another sunderedish friend) and I decided that we like eachother a metric bunch, and should get together more often.
c) at this party, one Kaitlyn Plackso gave me a book of poetry. By Shane Koyczan, a local spoken word poet who is on his way to the big time for sure - I've only heard a recording of him, and let me tell me - no matter what you intend, if this is on, you will end up listening to it. And being moved by it. He's just that captivating. I love Kaitlyn in 23 different platonic ways - she's my black poet bookish piano-duet partner waving happy friend. The poetry, of course, is amazing. One of my favourites:
To The Woman...
who told me to fuck off
after I told her she was beautiful:
It doesn't matter
that you are a horrible person.
ou are the reason
that boys
dream of becoming astronauts
so they can
man the first mission to pluto
and carve an ice sculpture
that resembles you
then alien passers-by will know
that our planet
has it's moments.
PS
The aliens will probably masturbate
while thinking of you
then launch an invasion
to capture you for their king.
When you tell him
to "fuck off"
the earth will be destroyed.
I... only want to write poems.
Yeah. He's wonderful.
As for the rest, I really have a lot of sleep to catch up on.
Sorry for not updating in so long. LIke I said, really busy business.
By the way, I couldn't write this in my mood tab: I feel quite happy, actually, but secretly I want to tell everybody to fuck off. I don't know what that means. Bon soir!
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[14 Mar 2006|11:43pm] |
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If you read this, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
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[07 Mar 2006|10:00pm] |
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I was going around today asking people to make the strangest noise that they could. Most people were flustered or angry that I would waste their time, and nobody ended up making any particularly strange noises, but one Amy Barrington said something that made me happy.
"Amy, make the wierdest noise you possibly can!"
"Um... My face is the strangest noise I can make!"
Ok, so when I type it out it seems rather lame. But it made me happy.
Had Chamber Choir and a band concert tonight. People were being friendly, and I have to learn to be friendly back. I think I burned some bridges with a german named Alex by calling him german instead of Alex... Anyhow...
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[01 Feb 2006|10:51pm] |
Title from the ineffable Mrs. Clarke
I am lazy today. The wrong sort of lazy. I've always been a wonderful procrasitnator (terrible procrastinator?), and it's strange. I've been getting work done at a good clip. My energies have just been all wrongly dispersed. I haven't been able to sit through the two hour piano practices I was achieving (and enjoying!) a couple of weeks ago. I haven't wanted to really kill myself writing a poem like I did when Clarkey was around. (She's my writing teacher, and she's back. It's sublime. She inspires me like no other teacher has. To write). I've barely wanted to bike around. Of course, all of those things were accompanied by a sort of langurous disregard for my actual work, which is now getting done.
I'm never sure what's worth it. I've slept little this week because I've tried to write, saying that art is more worthy than sleep. Hasn't got me anywhere, I don't think. Relationships, too. I've been lazy with those. And a coward. Written down as:
I wonder if I've written too much poetry
and wonder too, why every metaphor I've chosen for myself
fails to imply you.
Man, I am such an emo kid. It's not even funny.
*grins*
Me says:
You are the wellspring of self-confidence. How could you be insecure?
George says:
About a girl.
George says:
Only that and always that
Me says:
Well, tell me a story.
Me says:
As you probably know, all good stories start with a woman.
George says:
It's true
George says:
All good people do too
Conversation with good friend. It went on. He's having problems with being DESPERATELY attracted to a woman - a nerdy-earnest type - who absolutely is not reciprocating. He's like me, in relationships: response driven.
ARGH. Insane mother attack. For some reason, she can't sleep when I'm ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HOUSE TYPING.
GOod evening.
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[26 Jan 2006|06:12pm] |
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Hello. Too many people knew about my old livejournal (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) amatheran ), and I couldn't really write about my life or my thoughts in there. I've created this account to get away from that. I'll try and update regularly.
The Name is a song from a high-quality album, Perpetuum Mobile, by Einstürzende neubauten. Check them out, they're brilliant. Like nothing you've ever heard. You can listen to songs on their website, too.
On here I will simply compile what I've written over the day. It might not make a lot of sense. I apologise if it doesn't. But I hope that it will at least be amusing.
Enjoy,
Devon
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