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[16 Aug 2006|01:59pm]
the unofficial count is 59.
3 spring rolls, please.

[07 Mar 2006|11:53pm]
those days returning
please.

[06 Mar 2006|10:08pm]
[ mood | i am satisfied ]

YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, i've got a classic rock t-shirt and a fro.

1 spring roll, please.

a series of letters, #8 [26 Feb 2006|04:44pm]
Dear Neighbours,

You are so young and have so very much to learn.

First of all, your music is terribly annoying when it continues a solid24-hours even on a very low volume setting. It does interfere with my sleep, as do the numerous times you have insulted, annoyed, and awaken me and my r00mie with excessive yelling, carrying on, large quantities of sororwhoreish gatherings at random times, the slamming of doors, the rearranging of room furniture past quiet hours, etc. Complete lack of respect and consideration for others.

I also find the ringing of phones to be an immense bother on many levels. Specifically, cellular telephones were created with mobility in mind; most people take their phones with them. Others have the decency or common sense to place them in silent mode when they are inappropriate to have ring in, for example, a classroom setting, or simply left on a desk or shelf to pester the daylights out of the ones behind the wall.

As for the volume of my music, it is definitely within the suggested limitations most times. Occasionally I find myself turning it up to drown out your shitty music, shitty loud friends, and fucking phones ringing. Most other times, the problem is not the loudness of the volume, but the abnormal excessive vibrations from a lot of bass. I admit plainly this is generally something I do on purpose as a tactic to prove a point.

You suck. My speakers rule. I can be much worse, and you need to realize that.

Bass is not in violation of policy. It simply makes you realize your entertainment equipment is inferior to my own. You could come right back and I of course would just battle you down with better harder rocking kickass music. Rock your socks off. I suppose rocking your homework right off of your desk shall suffice, as clearly you are busy at bio or something of the sort, and cannot bear to leave your haven of the IM and whatnot to seek peaceful cooperative library-type environments. However, I'm fairly certain that you are not fast and hard at work in studies, and this dishonesty I can tolerate even less than the incessant ringtones and sisterly brainwashing ooze of voices.

So, in short, FUCK OFF.

This first collaborative complaint is just one small area where you need some improvement. I'm now an upperclass resident. I've lived through many things, gained experience, made friends and enemies; you may some day suck it up and find you must simply deal with it. No more complaining. It's not worth it.. Unless you want some epic battle. My experience alone clearly foreshadows that you would indeed lose the war.

Besides the music issues, which you have thus far been able to thwart with "authoritative figures" like resident staffers, you have not exhibited any development in community skills. A few examples: taping things to our door, removing my R.A.-given decorative name-tag hanger photo-frame, leaving or kicking trash like wads of chewing gum right in the path of the door, etc. Grow the fuck up. You make me sick.

In the meantime, I will do pointless shit right back, purely because I find it mildly amusing and definitely worth my time as personal enjoyment.
4 spring rolls, please.

"dag, yo" is a nice start. [20 Feb 2006|07:53pm]
now it's my turn to say "wow"
please.

[12 Feb 2006|03:41pm]
there are things i need to say.
3 spring rolls, please.

[10 Feb 2006|11:59pm]
[ mood | match this? ]


Everybody cares, everybody understands
Yes everybody cares about you
Yeah and whether or not you want them to
It's a chemical embrace that kicks you in the head
To a pure synthetic sympathy that infuriates you totally
And a quiet lie that makes you wanna scream and shout
So here I lay dreaming looking at the brilliant sun
Raining it's guiding light upon everyone
For a moment's rest you can lean against the banister
After running upstairs again and again from wherever they came to fix
You in but always fear the city's finest follow right behind
You got a pretty vision in your head
A pencil full of poison lead
And a sickened smoke illegal in every town
So here I lay dreaming looking at the brilliant sun
Raining it's guiding light upon everyone
Here I lay dreaming looking at the brilliant sun
Raining it's guiding light upon everyone
You say you mean well, you don't know what you mean
Fucking out to stay the hell away from things you know nothing about

3 spring rolls, please.

a series of letters, #7 [18 Jan 2006|11:43pm]
Dear boy,

When was the last time you were happy? I understand it is a challenging occupation to upkeep. The pay is not much, it seems, but there are excellent benefits.
Can you think back to the last time you recall being happy? I wish I could share a part of it.. Just a nanosecond of pure joy. Seriously, look at the stars in your memory, now what is under them, standing right before you? I had to shiver I was probably smiling so uncontrollably. What is a smile but a symbol to sum up how much unfathomably impossible to contain JOY you have? Can you think back to the last time you smiled?


For as much as I am an art major, I supremely suck at expressing anything properly.

The things you mentioned.. I could try, I could make my best attempts and put my best foot forward and then stick that foot in my mouth, for all it seems to matter at this point, but I feel I need to yell and scream and crawl on my hands and knees and beg the sky to shout these words back at you, where-ever you are,

The indifference you perceived is the wariness I tried to express, for I was concerned that you had moved on and found your niche and friends in your place and this new spectacular place didn't have room for me there. I was just so worried that I would rock the boat by bringing up any memories of anything different from what seems a different life. You staying away because of the wariness I attempted to project was fuel for me to continue in my behaviour, therefore I find my first example of me being an idiot which leads into worse.. because then we've got other things trippin.

I come to hang out, and I just don't even know how to act, mostly because you stayed away before, and you only stayed away because I acted dumb.

Then at that point, I felt so shitty and alcohol was being handed out left and right, and I had obligations to my somewhat rented room to kind of stay awhile and socialize there, and completely missing what could have fixed all of this.

But no, then there is the following day, my hungover messed up attempt to grasp at something, to try to fix everything I wanted to find before and to discover anything and everything lying just beneath all of my own idiocies... and I end up fucking that up, too. I should have stopped by. I should have just driven right over, and been there, and there would have been something, music, joy, releasing of all the crap, maybe my mind would have felt solace and would have stopped thinking and worrying and daydreaming about all the things the useless body of mine cannot even begin to attempt to control.....




There is no other way to tell you how much you mattered
and now it is I who has done the ruining.


To be lost in the forest
To be cut adrift
You've been trying to reach me
You bought me a book
To be lost in the forest
To be cut adrift
I've been paid
I've been paid

Don't get offended
If I seem absent minded
Just keep telling me facts
And keep making me smile
Don't get offended
If I seem absent minded
I get tongue-tied
Baby, you've got to be more discerning
I've never known what's good for me
I will be yours

I'll pay for you anytime

You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Well jump on, enjoy, you can gorge away
You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Jump right on
Baby, you've got to be more discerning
I've never known what's good for me
Baby, you've got to be more demanding
I will be yours

What are you holding out for?
What's always in the way?
Why so damn absent-minded?
Why so scared of romance?

This modern love breaks me
This modern love wastes me

Do you wanna come over and kill some time?
Do you wanna come over and kill some time?

Do you wanna come over and kill some time?
Throw your arms around me



le sigh..
Was that so hard to tell you?
2 spring rolls, please.

[12 Jan 2006|08:45pm]
i am making a playlist.
it is going to be called "kitchen mix."
2 spring rolls, please.

updating fiend..!!!!! [06 Jan 2006|06:19pm]
all makes sense now!!

joe said that he hates this weather, and i said i loved it, and he said, the lighting sucks for photos. and i was like wow you're right.

i went out in it and played around and such, like i said, and i just looked at the pond, and it was perfectly amazing, as if each snowflake made its own really tiny microcosmic howling storm, and all of these little storms combined made this.. indescribable texture of ripples on the pond, with the last fading bits of the sunny skies coming from below, past my footsteps, right there in this mirror in the ground.... wow.

now, this lighting and everything was fairly decent for a photographic opportunity, but i didn't have to think about it, i just knew -- i can't possibly capture this type of beauty. it feels wrong to think about stealing it like that. it had its moment, and it was right then and there, wind chill and all.


"it's really 45 degrees, but it feeeeels like negative your mom"
4 spring rolls, please.

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