A - AGE: 14
B - BAND LISTENING TO MOST RECENTLY: Big Bill Broonzy. Before that was the White Stripes
C - CRUSH: I'll never tell. Hoohoo, thats a knee-slapper.
D - DAD'S NAME: Steven
E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: Huh.
F - FAVORITE BAND: Christ. Too fucking many.
G - GUMMY BEARS OR WORMS: Both.
H - HOMETOWN: The British Quarter of East Chatham
I - INSTRUMENT: guitar, ukulele, harmonica, kazoo...
J - JUICE: Cranberry
K - KIDS: No, no. We'll have none of that...
L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: G hours? 8 hours?
M - MOM'S NAME: Susan
N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 2 older half-brothers
O - ONE WISH: Erm. A role in a film? To be doing excruciatingly well in school? To draw with Robert Crumb or Dan Clowes?
P - PHOBIA(S): Heights, to a certain extent.
Q - (FAVORITE) QUOTE: "Don't fuck with me, man! I am Ahab!!!!"
R - REASON TO SMILE: Lovely love.
S - SEXUAL POSITION:No clue, still a Ms. Sandra Dee of a virgin.
T - TIME YOU WAKE UP:Fuck you and fuck the one who sent you. If i forget to take a shower the nite before 6, if i didnt, 6:20.
U - UNKNOWN FACT ABOUT ME: I dig to sing. And it would be slinkster cool to have a part-time job as some scenester/hipster DJ. DJ Ahabian. Hah.
V - VEGETABLE YOU HATE: Brussel sprouts. Des petits choux.
W - WORST HABIT(S): Biting/ripping all the skin off around my fingernail beds.
X- XRAYS YOU HAD: Shoulder, foot, wrist.
Y- YOUR FOOD: Sushi, quesadillas, and curry.
Z - ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio.
"put on some make-up/ turn on the eight track/ i'm pullin' the wig down from the shelf/..."
Current Music- Bob Dylan~ Highway 61
Satan's bikini wax, i love this song.
S'wonderful.
Poor, poor HST. With a bit of luck his ashes will be shot out of a cannon with Johnny Depp at the fuse. Hah. In Vegas. Or Barstow.
Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas Quote Time
Raoul Duke: There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
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Raoul Duke: You better take care of me Lord, if you don't you're gonna have me on your hands.
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Raoul Duke: With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he'll never know.
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Raoul Duke: Bazooko's Circus is what the world would be doing every Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war. This was the Sixth Reich.
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Dr. Gonzo: [singing] Let's give the boy a lift.
Raoul Duke: What? No. We can't stop here. This is bat country.
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Hitchhiker: Hot damn. I never rode in a convertible before.
Raoul Duke: Is that right? Well... I guess you're about ready, then, aren't you?
Dr. Gonzo: We're your friends. We're not like the others, man, really.
Raoul Duke: No more of that talk or I'll put the fucking leeches on you, understand?
Dr. Gonzo: Heh heh heh...
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Raoul Duke: Don't fuck with me now, man, I am Ahab!
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Raoul Duke: A drug person can learn to handle such things as seeing their dead grandmother crawling up their leg with a knife in her teeth. But no one should be asked to deal with this trip.
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Raoul Duke: Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side. This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop-heart. Make the bastard chase you. He will follow.
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Raoul Duke: Look... in the sky
Raoul Duke: Some kind of electric snake coming straight for us.
Dr. Gonzo: Shoot it
Raoul Duke: No, i want to study its habits.
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Raoul Duke: In a few hours, she'll probably be sane enough to work herself into a towering Jesus-based rage at the hazy recollection of being seduced by some kind of cruel Samoan who fed her liquor and LSD, dragged her to a Vegas hotel room and savagely penetrated every orifice in her body with his throbbing, uncircumcised member.
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Raoul Duke: But our trip was different. It was to be a classic affirmation of everything right and true in the national character. A gross physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country. But only for those with true grit. [to hitchhiker]
Raoul Duke: And we are chock full of that, man.
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Raoul Duke: The possibility of physical and mental breakdown is now very real. No sympathy for the Devil, keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride.
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Meeting in which a 9th grade freshman gets chewed out tonite, anonymously of course. *scoff*
My day after this is a hideous montage of working out (in pseudo-jeans), eating dinner, and hearing about the consequences of this girl smoking (she has to go stay in NJ with her cousins for 3 days). It has to happen, i suppose...
But thats no reason to keep me at school till a-quarter to 9. Damnation.
one more glass of whiskey...
R.I.P.
Hunter Stockton Thompson
1939-2005
"We've gotta get out of here. I think I'm getting the fear, man."
"it would be awesome/if we could dance/ it would be awesome/yeah/let's take the chance/...""
LIZ.
CoCo.
+ BOSTON.
_________
Quite good, really.
Current Music- The Sounds of Silence in the Tech Lab. Sierra Mist Fizzing.
Blast of a day. Many high points including Chinatown shops entitled 'The Cute Shop' and 'Lovely'.
We went into this one *AMAZINGLY* slam dunk, slink chunk place called The Amsterdam Cafe to buy a bottle of Orangina (a.k.a. to ask for directions & feel awkward enough to pick up Orangina). A gorgey 28-ish year old guy from Amsterdam (with a dead sexy accent. please reference Liz's profile) gave us directions. Despite the fact that he was very nice, these proved to be correct only to a certain point. The Directions Liz & CoCo Were Given: "Just go straight. Don't turn left, don't turn right, just go straight."
HAHAHAHA.
That was great. Then we got to Legal's Fish Market & we realized that if we didn't turn, we would get horribly off course. Eventually we got to Chinatown where we spent an enormous amount of time. Bought my favorite Chinese gum (which costs me $3 a pop here, as opposed to $0.79 at the Chinese grocery), fought over bags at Lovely with Liz, asked a little old lady if they had Zipper (only to be horribly embarassed when i realized that it was a Japanese magazine, but she did'nt catch on, thank the lawd...), and found much campy porn intermingled with bootleg DVDs of all sorts of Chinese box office hits. I bought an incredibly bizarre huge polarfleece bag with pairs of starlet eyes (think Man Ray's 'Tears'- Czech it out!) all over it and a hair tie with a big plastic daisy on it.
It pleased me good.
Ah, on that same note, i dyed my hair again. Its a rather burgundy-ish red. I dig it well. The best part is, though, that all of a sudden, i can put my hair back in a tiny samurai-ette ponytail again!!!!!!! Or even... UP in a clip! S'wonderful.
I must say, the high of my day was My New Hat. S'this dreamy screamy Russian-inspired number. By that i would be referring to the fact that it boasts sheep fleece (as opposed to the Soviet preferred bear fur) and the flaps on top & the big fuckthing in front. Now i just need some Aviators (or, as i like to call them, "Aves") and with the hat & my Frye boot, i will be the goddamn fucking swingingest kid on my sonofablock.
Sickles,
The Czarina
"/anof4wafhociaw84tyoZnco8watawr/ something in russian/..."
Currently Playing- Prokofiev's Anthem of the Soviet Union
Its quite interesting, really.
Tomorrow. Liz. Kristin. Boston. Unsupervised. My Secret Agent Lover Man (the camera). Monkey dancing.
Dyed my hair. Its deep red. As opposed to that funny shade of orange. Surprisingly, my mutti did not freak out.
Despite the fact that s'going to be 28 degrees, it should be a fantastic day, really. And despite the fact that it is 12:37 AM. And i need to wake up in six hours.
I took a Which Napolean Dynamite Character Are You quiz. I was Deb & they told me i could drink whole milk if i wanted to. I really just want to watch Hannibal. And play the Death Letter Blues. Slide guitar= S&M for the temper/mindset. So painful, but so good.
I am on intravenous Iron & Wine's cover of Such Great Heights. Goes off to cry.
If you have the Director's Cut of Donnie Darko, here's a kiss for you.
Love & a pillow.
"/Isn't she pretty in pink/"
Current Music- The Psychedelic Furs~ Pretty In Pink
Happy St. Valentine's!
The cynic is actually thrilled.
*Someone* rocks her socks. 'Nuff said.
::goes off & squeals like an 8 year old::
Had fun with V. Day this year actually. Out of sheer boredom i wore the halter top strawberry dress & my wonderful ThinkGeek shirt (>^-^<). I had a lipstick heart on my face, but i wiped that off by accident during the car ride. Lots of glitter, & pink lipgloss, but thats nuffin new.
Current Music- Counting Crows~ Long December
Someone put SweetHearts in my mailbox. I was sitting around in algebra, drawing, when all of a sudden i remembered like 2nd- 4th grade. Lucie & I used to each bring SweetHearts on Valentine's day & we would go & lay on the hill on the playground & stare at the clouds & talk. Made me sad...
Current Music- Jimmy Dorsey~ Swing that Music
Love, glitter, SweetHearts, & HTML snogging,
Kristin
P.S. Particular love to a certain Ani DiFranco furrend.
"/glamorous indie rock 'n roll/its what i need/"
Current Music-Louis Armstrong, Fats Waller & Jack Teagarden~Tiger Rag
HAHAHA.
I should be likin' to razz on whiny emo kids. You make me sick.
I was looking at buddy icons. I kept seeing things like a pair of beat-up Converse reading "FUCK YOU" and flashing. Or the eye crying blood with shitty poetry about expressing pain. Or the girl in the crinoline with the electric guitar reading "Take me for what i am". I laugh at you all mercilessly.
I can't afford a flippin' Blythe doll & it is paining me, physically.
Oh shi'ite & sunni
Off to the theatre now.
*sighs happily*
Much love.
"Istanbul now Constantinople/ Now Istanbul now Constantinople..."
Current Music- Tommy & Jimmy Dorsey~ Hawaiian War Chant
Christ. Looney Toons are better than ::scoff: Tiny Toons.... END OF CHAT.
So at the moment there are three music videos in the works. Or rather, written.
For:
a) The White Stripes- Rated X (Live At the Hotel Yorba)
b) Wheatus- Teenage Dirtbag
c) They Might Be Giants- Istanbul
I think i am going to work on a few for some Blanche songs too & Elliot Smith's 'Sweet Adeline'
ANDY WARHOL IS ALIVE AND WELL.
Ok. At our school we have PAALS (Personal ____ [<Anyway, this is besides the point. The point is:
So we had to go to a 50 min. thing with one of the adult supervisors of PAALS. SHE IS ANDY WARHOL. EVEN THE HAIR. THE HAIRCUT IS THE SAME. Just not tousley & not white.
She looks like a man too. Nice though. And then Ms. Elwood (other PAALS person) had this moment where she *TOTALLY* reminded me of Taylor Mead. So i had a good chuckle.
And true to my promise, i bitched at our lovely Ms. August. And was unecessarily argumentative. Stupid repressed passive agressive freak. Oh well. At least she's not as bad as Ms. Freeman. HAHAHA. DIE.
Well. I should think i have dropped enough names for one evening, yes? Yes.
"oh, say my name/ oh say my name.."
Current Music: None. Other than these chord transitions playing over & over again in my head.
*hacks up a lung & offers it to passers-by.*
Snaps for nocturnal Ukrainians.
Hm. Nothing much to say. Back to school today after taking 2 days off due to mucho illness. But we are almost fully recovered with the exception of a damned irritating runny nose.
This make-up work has got me down. There is so much of it. Bastards.
Oh christ cakes.
This is another completely useless entry.
This is the aspartame talking. It doesnt want me to be serious. Not even for one second.
Toods.
''/he said i think i'm cured/in fact i'm sure/ thank you stranger.../"
Current music: Bright Eyes- Bowl of Oranges. It is making me cry, but is so pretty that i keep playing it over & over.
We (meaning chicks) get attached so easily. Liz says it makes us who we are. But it hurts, ya know? To unknowingly open yourself up to alot of pain. Oy vey. I suppose its worth it.
Current Music: Electric 6 (Feat. Jack White!!!!!!!!)~ Danger! High Voltage
^^^^^^^^^^^ ("/Fire in the taco bell!!/...")
Wonderful weekend tho. Just messed about. Now i am one very sick puppy tho. Allergies. Stupid me for eating pizza last nite. Grr.
I need to see Phantom of the Opera. Alot. I think maybe wed. evening.
I had a really good day. And thats that. :)
Despite the fact that i felt like shite. It was still amazingly good.
Just watched the Superbowl Halftime (borrowed an antenna)!!! Paul McCartney still has It. Slinkster cool:
~Drive My Car
~Get Back
~Live & Let Die
~Hey Jude (particular kudos to his amazing wail right before the long bit of "Naaaaaaaanaanaaaaaananananaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaananananaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"'s. Sound like it did when they first released that)
I like life. Tell me everything will be fine & i am content. :)
Nite babes.
Current Music: Elliot Smith~ Sweet Adeline
"gimme a tan/mr. tangerine speedo/..."
Music Pre-Entry: Tangerine Speedo~Caviar
Decadence is life at the moment. Switching to Bowie (Alladin Sane, mos def) & disussing Rocky Horror, Bowie, Hedwig, glitter, vampires, and all things glam. And only one of those is with another human being.
"Ooooooooooooooooh/We love Aladdin Sane/..."
There is the most satirical song by the Killers, "Indie Rock n' Roll" & its totally making fun of this new fascination with 'indie' rock artists in the mainstream music biz. How can you NOT love lines like "/Flippin' thru a thrift-store magazine/..."
But my favorite has to be "/I'll take my twist with a shout/...". Good stuff.
Music Mid-Entry- David Bowie~ Alladin Sane
My god, Tom Cruise looks like Christopher Reeve in Interview With A Vampire. And Brad Pitt *still* looks like a hundred thousand bees stung his gob & then someone took out the sides of his face with an ice cream scoop. But Tom wants Brad. Alot.
Tim Curry is a flipping god. Sex in fishnets.
I would really like a copy of 'Qui Etes-Vous, Polly Magoo?' if anyone cares...
But at 20 quid, i think i shall wait.
Today was moderately fine. Had geetar. Got poor Mr. Miller frustrated with my chord transition, tho he's too nice to show it. Talked to both he & Dr. Starenko about films today. What am i talkin' bout? I talk to Dr. Starenko like eveyday about movies because i have no life to speak of.
Had to do some ridiculous 'working out', as it were, for aerobics/yoga. Feck.
The high point of my day was going to the sally where i found a slinkster-cool prairie girl skirt. Someone made it rather poorly (material-wise) so it'll probably fall apart the first time i wash it, but i have every intent of wearing it tomorrow with my swanky snakey Frye boots.
Mid-Mid Entry Music- 'Bang, Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)'~ Nancy Sinatra
FROCK. Tomorrow we have Horizons which is fine & dandy but i have ethics. Liz & i spend the period arguing with the teacher. The worst was when Mrs. August decided that homicidal schizophrenics felt good when they were hearing voices telling them to kill people. The argument presented by Liz & i- ok, mostly Liz- was that no, they did'nt. Fuck off Mrs. August. So now we have Ms. Bruch. I must admit, i do like to debate morals on things like the death penalty & whatnot. But they subdivided us, so i am Liz-less.
This has been a sufficiently long entry.
Goodnite.
x DiamondDecay
^^ The glam rock name i just made up for m'self.
"I'm walkin' on sunshine/whoa/i'm walkin' on sunshine/..."
Ladies, gents & the currently unaffiliated:
I bring you
My Mid-Term Grades, As of 11:45 AM
~Fizzy- 81= :(
~French- 89= So feckin' happy!
~World Cultures- 89= Yeee! :)
Apart from Fizzy, v. pleased thus far.
More to be posted as the day continues.
I shall leave you with this quote, the one i am obsessing over at the mome:
Renton: Well, Sick Boy has always been lacking in moral fiber.
Swanny: Yes, but he knows quite a bit about Sean Connery.
Renton: That's hardly a subsitute.
~Trainspotting
3:23 PM EDIT:
Mmkay. At last the class day is over & i am no longer left to wonder as to whether or not i have failed anything. The answer is a resounding "No. No, i haven't."
My Mid-Term Grades, As of 3:24 PM
~Fizzy- 81= :(
~French- 89= So feckin' happy!
~World Cultures- 89= Yeee! :)
~English- Our entire class did rather poorly. 3 of us got A's. :D V. happy
~Algebra- 68. Thankful i didnt fail. Hey, thats almost a C-!
Thus the panic ends.
My day is now a hideous montage of yoga with CreepLadyWhoDoesntWorkAtMHS, bumming around, near misses with judicials for chatting on AIM in the library, eating dinner, and finally heading off to drama at 6 (6:30?) avec Lizzle.
I *hate* myself for doing this show. My ridiculous (tho entirely correct) reasoning was that i would be unhappy if i werent involved with the drama show. Liz is a crap furrend & she agreed with me. :)
What i love to do is act tho, not sing, & by choosing to do chorus (i cant sing showtunes. i can *barely* sing rock) i have killed any chance of acting. First rehearsal tonite. Christ. I wanna drop out.
Man.
Oh. Thought of a possible new name; Marmalade.
I think its kittycat cute.
Toods,
Kristin/Clementine?/Tabitha?/Tallulah?/Weetzie?/Marmalade?
^^ I realize that 2 of those are orange-themed.
