|
DrunkOnLollipops
|
read my profile
sign my guestbook
Name: sarah elizabeth
Birthday: 5/4/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: [aesop] [air] [apples In Stereo] [architecture @ helsinki] [beatles] [beach boys] [b&s] [Bens] [ben Kweller] [Beulah] [bright Eyes] [broken Social Scene] [cat power] [coldplay] [counting Crows] [decemberists] [deerhoof] [devendra] [dispatch] [dressy bessy] [elf Power] [essex green] [eric Clapton] [everclear] [fiery furnaces] [fiona Apple] [flaming lips] [franz ferdinand] [gerbils] [godspeed YBE] [grandaddy] [greenday] [hanson] [iron & wine] [interpol] [jack Johnson] [jeff Mangum] [joanna newsom] [john Mayer] [jude] [marcy Playground] [microphones] [minders] [mirah] [moe] [neutral Milk Hotel] [new Pornographers] [of montreal] [(prilosec) OTC] [pavement] [phish] [pinback] [pink Floyd] [postal Service] [rainer maria] [radiohead] [rhpc] [Shins] [Simon & Garfunkel] [sinatra] [SoCo] [sonic Youth] [soundvibe] [springsteen] [stars] [strokes] [sufjan stevens] [unicorns] [weezer] [wrens] [xiu xiu] [speckled black ntbk/daughter of eve/sexy dumpster teen "bands"] [garden state music]
Expertise: Camp. Bunk 33. Summer. The beach/house. My best friends. Long distance phone calls to best friends. Writing. Poetry. Drawing. Guitaring. fine comedy. the extended Leon family. MUSIC. the faux attitudes of Emo kids. stereotyping Manalapan. the far left. Teen Girl Squad. MHS Field hockey '04, tamburo style. Broadway. NYC. The Great Outdoors. Winters in the mountains. Cheese. Blush. Procrastination. Analyzation. 100$ words. Shirts that are really long on my torso. Wearing nothing but jeans. White sheets. Running through the neighborhood. Sleeping naked. Planned campie events. Camp sleepovers. Food hangovers. Epiphanies. Making important decisions. Old-school AT and OM. Jacob Have I Loved. The Giver. A Wrinkle in Time. Wiggling my ears. lakes. Grassy fields. Feeling intellectual. Biting my cuticles. dancing in the rain when its warm. going barefoot. Traveling light. Quiet time. Going nuts. Monopoly. Night. smart-sounding inside jokes. living in the moment but longing for the future.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  GoodGurl101
Member Since:
10/4/2003
|
|
SubscriptionsSites I Read
|
|
|
|
| I have "routine" issues: IE i hate routines and basically barely ever participate in them.
This means sometimes I brush and floss my teeth at 5 PM. Only caveat: all coffee must be drank before 5 PM or else i'll be up all night. Short sketch of the past; short sketch of the past! | | |
| and other stories.
well this has certainly been a weekend of drunken debauchery, has it not, judging from the hangover I woke up with two hours ago?
noting current time: 9:39 AM: yeah. not good.
alternatively - AWESOME. last night i'm pretty sure tess and i were dominating at beer pong for a moment, and then slowly lost our lead to aaron's team. this after two GIANT cups of sangria, to be followed by More. Beer. infinity cigarettes, and me, sort of blowing a hilarious gasket to anyone that would listen about what i SUSPECT is a dead tooth.
considering i fell on my face while hiking and knocked it back, it wouldn't surprise me should the nerve ending be dead and i need a new one (root canaaaaal.) But instead i was essentially screaming, to anyone that would listen, "DOES OR DOES NOT THIS TOOTH LOOK LIKE IT IS REFLECTING LIGHT???" potentially scaring the shit out of Vanessa, who was coincidentally in my dream last night (sex dream, obv.) lauren said about the tooth maybe not, so i'm going to take her word for it. but "just don't worry about it for now". and i was all, "DON'T WORRY?? HOW DO YOU MEAN?" and then i was sprechen' Deutsch with travis, joanna, and anyone who i wrangled into my earshot. anyway, dentist appointment in november where he can assess! and possibly ask me on a dinner date, since i feel like that's where the last visit was heading. just kidding! (not really though)
we also had our first, real, BIG Troupe improv show! last night. The Midnight Children's Dance Hour presents(ed): A NUCLEAR SOLUTION!!! and as i predicted 25 chairs was not enough because we R so cool that mad peeps showed up. we DID technically have a show last weekend but mysteriously told approximately zero people about it and, thus, unsurprisingly only about five showed up, including my mom, dad, and brother. so this one was better because of Yellow Shirts + Spotlight + Ho's. MADD Ho's out on dates in the VERY front row had quite the nerve, thanks for that, and yeah, we don't talk because you haven't called me. perhaps because you hold a notion that I'd verbally abuse you if you so much as texted me (??somehow completely illogical and misses the essential point of your shittiness), meanwhile you'd never know unless you tried... jerkface. Hell i'm 9/10ths over this shit. But less about that.
i keep listening to the new Yeah Yeah Yeah's, mostly just Zero and Heads Will Roll. These songs make me want to kick-box people in the face! i'm also over 50% through a heavyweight TOME about the Life, Work, and Literary Friendships of Virginia Woolf. Wants to read Katherine Mansfield's "Prelude" in contrast's to V.s "Kew Gardens"; also, to secure firmer designs on legitimacy, I have to give it up and acknowledge that even a cursory reading of Ulysses (Joyce) will be necessary. Bitches 'n hoes.
Yet Virginia's life was V. interesting, she was kind of a catty bitch, which is awesome. She wrote what she called "character sketches" of just about everyone she ever met and kept them in notebooks - lives of friends, family, and enemies, rendered in devastating and often unflattering detail. Also practiced writing-as-painting-as-writing. She cut to the heart of shit! Also worked every morning from 8:30 to 12, broke in the afternoon, kept diary and correspondences before dinner (when she was not walking about purchasing lead pencils, i suppose, re: "Street Haunting: A London Adventure.") Socialized OR read at night - how civilized! Also had mad ladies in love w/ her on the side, though she only deigned to bed w/ Vita.
Also: vastly unstable.
I'm pretty obsessed with that lady at this point, though. Want to be in a perpetual state of 'The Hours'-watching. Mandy and I may or may not have plans to write out her suicide note in crayon, illustrate it and tack it up to our fridge. I do not feel as though I am even remotely emotionally disturbed though I suppose that's what i WOULD say. Nevertheless, can't wait to write about textual experimentation as the antithesis to authoritarianism in light of the early 20th Century!
Valery says kickboxing thursdays 5:30 - 6:30. Maja gO? I SHOULD go to the gym so i don't turn into a puffy spirit of the winter months.
Viktoria said that my life sounds "interesting" and I told her maybe it was too interesting. Debates w/ self about calming down ever, but you see i have this manic energy that requires many outlets of fulfillment.
"strengthen your prose by removing adjectives"
and eat bagel sandwiches for breakfast whenever possible, esp. when hungover -
//. | | |
| i LOOVE procrastinating, woo hoo yes indeed.
tonight: lab report, bio studying, german presentation memorization, german studying.
yet i should have auditioned for the play festival last night! i but i DID start the ESL program so that i can be a good person, teaching people English and bolstering my English-teaching skills for my hypothetical resume that i'll issue abroad.
this in addition to Stu.Govt, improv (club and troupe), and Croquet again in spring.
to speak nothing of le Academics.
so yes i have no time for anything anymore, but then i remember that this is how i like it.
AND STILL. i only want ONE thing, just one thing, and that is an anonymous pen pal.
i really really want an anonymous pen pal from Bard, before Bard is over.
i've tried for years and it's only fair!!
i'm going to find one. i'm going to send out the word and find one and try to keep one, and write him/her a general letter of greetings and acquaintanceship. i'm going to splice wooden tables with a small ship.
i've been writing Sestinas using a random word generator to generate the 6 end words.
i wish i knew how a random word generator works, like really REALLY wish.
i've been declining sentences in German in my sleep.
maybe all the coolest people are all alone.
that's really all.
all for now\\ | | |
| I'm not even sure what weird sex is, but i should probably have it. | | |
| back in the library again.
it's funny how lately i think about actually sitting down and doing my work as a "special gift". I'm really bad at not wasting all of my time, AND at paying attention. and at not smoking w**D every day. but now i try to make myself finish my work so i can get to the Senior Project! and i try to not smoke so much, so that i can be a sharper tool in this shed.
so re: the Project. i've decided to throw myself bodily into it, mostly because i need SOME-thing to throw myself bodily into. there is croquet in a small way, and stu.govt in a small way. there is certainly no PERSON. absolutely, certainly not. i've already accepted Destination Celibacy, and the way I'm going to pass my time is by devoting myself - again, BODILY - to the ridiculous amount of novels, criticisms, biographies, and articles that i am embarking upon. swimming in papers. tangibility. this is "real academic work" you guys. and honestly, i have nothing else to do, and nothing that interests me quite as much, so might as well go all out right?
i think the only thing that would or will stop me would be myself, and my CRAZY obsessive thoughts, giant distraction that i am.
why can't i be more BORING!!!!!!
i try to cultivate a disinterested aura, when it suits the crowd. it isn't really for me in the long run though.
i kind of want my soul to die, so i can be one of those people who really IS boring and doesn't have to pretend to not have thoughts in my head.
and i want my urge to stir up shit, my self-destructive urge to rip off wounds that are beginning to heal, my urge to ruin all my progress forward, to die as well.
i need to get over it, i really do.
i need to not romanticize things that didn't even happen, re: people who don't understand how to show they care.
i need to commit to something.
this is where the Project comes in.
at least i'll have ONE thing to show at the end of the year.
alyssa made a point that perhaps everyone is coupling off for financial reasons. GODDAMN, do i not want to think about my romantic future. or my financial one. or the two as they work in tandem..
because i have plans, you know.
plans that naturally involve No-one but my single and disinterested little self.
plans to go to Germany.
and do things, vaguely academic things.
government jobs?
grad school.
traveling.
writing.
i don't know.
i am planning to do this thing (life) one year at a time from here on out. all. by. myself.
(also one day, or hour at a time... but in general you know. i don't like not knowing what i'm doing or not having plans. or not having milk or eggs in the house. but i'm just saying.)
just saying that i'll never love again!!!!!
(^^i'm going to consider this all progress, somehow. gonna do the work now.) | | |
|
