holden caulfield v. 3.33

"I think you are really fit/You're fit, but my gosh/ Don't you know it?/"

2005-03-30T16:26:00.000-08:00

Current Music- The Streets~ Fit But You Know It

Hello, my little candies.
I have one very important public service announcement for y'all.

NEW WHITE STRIPES ALBUM. JUNE 14!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ON WHICH JACK WHITE WILL PLAY BASS. BASS, GODDARNIT!!! NEEW WHITE STRIPES ALBUM. JUNE 14, 2005!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thus, my life is complete. Sincerely so. I am t-h-r-i-l-l-e-d.

We (meaning me) are currently on location in the Big Proverbial Apple. New York City, that is. 'Orrible wevvah yestewday but today wozz wovahly.
Today was brillo. We (meaning Sophie Allen and i) started out our day the way all days should be started- breakfast from Bruno's Bakery. Numnumnum. Proceeded to get utterly twisted about on the subway, eventually ending up in Astoria, home to Our Destination: The Museum of the Moving Image.

It was fantastic. Truly amazing. We spent a damned good 2 hours ferreting about. I nearly cried, the film star portraits were so beautiful. There was Dorothy Lamour, Hedy Lamarr, Olivia DeHavilland, Miss Monroe, Vincent Price, Errol Flynn; the list goes on and on and on and on. I spent a good 15 minutes looking at photographs. Saw some costumes from Chicago. Also probably the most amazing museum gift shoppe i have ever had the pleasure of browsing. I bought a Lolita and a Metropolis poster. The La Dolce Vita one was calling me, but $30 on posters-'scuse me, $30 i don't HAVE on posters- does not fly.
Went to Sephora, got very glammed up. Fell in love with some- AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA----$45 COVER-UP HAHAHAHAH. I never wear cover-up, but this stuff was superb. I had a few good laughs when i saw the price tag. Quite a few. Moved on to H&M. Bought a very neat cropped sweatshirt, in case any of you care, and lusted after many an item.

I miss people. Where are my Josh and Lizzy and Salazar??? -desperate wistful sigh-

Ah, Shi'ite and Sunni. I must go. Watching Shaun of the Dead for the second time in the past week. Hah. S'wonderful.

Love and peppermint portals,

Cokes

"/There's no stoppin' the cretins from hoppin'/You gotta keep it beatin' for all the hoppin' cretins/..."

2005-03-26T18:08:00.000-08:00

Current Music-The Ramones~ Do You Wanna Dance?

Just back from the cinny. 'Robots' was 'orrible. Ouch. I must say, despite the fact that he has taken a fancy to playing his real life self, at moments Robin Williams did make me snicker. Ewan McGregor should kill himself for making that piece of shite. Look at the boy's resume: Trainspotting, the Pillow Book, Velvet Goldmine, Young Adam...Robots...

Anyvar. Tomorrow it's off to New York for a fun filled week of...fun. Some part of me is regretting not taking the week to just relax at home, as it is my last week before i must go back to escuela. But alas, i need to see That Great Metropolis (Trademark pending) again. So i will resign myself to spending too much money that i do not have on records and paying obscene amounts to street vendors for a meager bottle of agua. But you know how those damned Puerto Ricans are.

(Just jesting, by the way.)

Such a loverly day. Joshua, dear boy, ended up in a car accident and with a bit of whiplash. Poor kid... However, he was still able to accompany me for a tour of Chatham. I'm sure that was *thrilling* for him. Anyway, it was quite fun for me. Quite fun indeed...

It has become apparent to me that i should start looking for A Summer Job. First hit was Video Visions; i know that place like the back of my hand and often find myself aiding customers. The only problem with this, however, is that is a tiny place with two cash registers and Steve has sumfin like 6 people working for him, many who have been there *quite* some time. He said that he will keep me in mind, though, as one of them has been looking for a full time job, and that if he were going to hire someone, it would be me. How nice. Next hit is Berkshire Books. I would KILL for an employee discount and John is a sweet guy. But he wasnae there today. So i shall be hitting him up Monday. TSL is also a possibility.

".../i got a dealer in tokyo/i got an agent in rome/i got a rep in paris/shit! i got a gallery in new york!/..."

2005-03-20T18:20:00.000-08:00

Current Music- Gang of Four~Ether

Ah, what a surreal weekend. Glorious ending that is mallratting with Joshua.

I AM TEENAGE GIRL, HEAR ME ROAR!
I look like the personification of the San Fernando Valley. A teenage girl in a tiny teeshirt without a bra, snapping pink bubblegum, shaking her charm bracelets, listening to a Communist pop punk group on her shitty tape recorder and dancing like she's going to die. The chipped nasty aqua nailpolish and the headband + hair piled on top of head with a scrunchy add to this. Hah. Yowza.

Lovely dovely day, despite the fact that i had for the greater part of it as much energy and viv as a mollusk. The tiny shreds of wit to which i cling so desperately in order to survive in this world left me too. They're back tho. SHCORE!

Ann Coulter. AHAHAHAHA.

So i mallratted my arse (or lack of it) off with Joshua this afternoon. I didn't exactly buy anything, persay, but i DID find a pair of glasses in the back of Best Buy. It's amazing the sheer happies you can find back there.

I am still totally awed by my dollar store charm bracelet.

God, this week's Rolling Stone really is glorious.

Fuck yes. My life has been validated by all the aforementioned. And Leez. What would i do without a LeezFish? I would be livin' la vida sans LeezFeesh, that's wot.
Salem. Leaving Wed. Hatcha.

"Hehe.................Ohhhh,yees."

Love and a triple tremelo.

".../bright light city gonna set my soul/gonna set my soul on fire/i gotta whole lotta money thats a'ready to burn so get them stakes up higher/..."

2005-03-20T09:16:00.000-08:00

Current Music- Dead Kennedys~ Viva Las Vegas

I think today requires an entry. So this afternoon, Liz and i headed in to Chatham. Bought coffee and chocolate (chocolate covered mini s'more fuckthing=yum), so that was, of course, nice.

Then we meandered all the way over to Eckerd. I spent an obscene amount of money. It physically pains me to think about what i might have done with that tenner. Nonetheless its glorious stuff. Bought some pink pixie dust too, which makes me very happy. I wandered around with pink dust on my eyes, lips drenched in pink frosting-gloss blowing pink bubbles with my gum.
I felt innocent for a second. Then of course, i got home and started listening to the Sex Pistoleros' "Bodies". I am a walking contradiction.

One of the day's high points, however, were the utterly tacky charm bracelets Liz and i purchased. They are all gold and fake antique with hearts and locks and cupids and things. And they cost a buck and four bits from Dollar General. But it makes me so happy. I walk around jangling.

The OTHER high point of my day was Rolling Stone.Granted, you will never hear me say such words again; Rolling Stone is still a shitty magazine. This week's edition, however, is amazing. And beautiful. And wonderful. And dreamy. It is a tribute to Hunter S. Thompson, may he rest in peace. Joshua Landes keeps me up on such things and had recommended i pick it up. Fantastic photos, and great essays 'bout the man, including a brilliant one by Johnny Depp. There is a transcript of a letter he sent to Tom Wolfe. Oh, god, it made me giggle. So much, that i am going to throw out an excerpt in your general direction:
"Dear Tom...

You worthless scumsucking bastard! ...you swine! ...in that filthy white suit...laying all kinds of stone gibberish and honky bullshit...while i'm out here in the middle of these goddamn frozen mountains in a death battle with the taxman and nursing cheap wine while my dogs go hungry & my cars explode and a legion of Nazi lawyers makes my life a goddamn Wobbly nightmare..
You decadent pig...You worthless cocksucker... I'm going to do the whole goddamn trip wearing a bright red field marshall's uniform & accompanied by six speedfreak bodyguards bristing with Mace bombs and when i start talking about American writers & the name Tom Wolfe, by god, you are going to wish you were born a fucking iguana!
...you thieving pile of Albino warts. You better settle down you goddamn affairs because your deal is about to go down...You scurvy wop! I'll have your goddamn femurs ground into bone splinters if you ever mention my name again in connection with that horrible "new journalism" shuck you're promoting.
Ah, this greed, this malignancy! Where will it end? What filth weight in your soul has made you sing so low? Dr. Bloor was right! Hyenas are taking over the world! Oh Jesus!! What else can i say? Except to warn you, once again, that the hammer of justice looms, and that your filthy white suit will become a flaming shroud!
Sincerely,
Hunter"

Alright. Wow. I just typed all that. Ouch.
Need to sleep now, as i am off to mallrat it tomorrow with one Dr. Landes.

Stay cool.

"we live in a beautiful world/yeah we do..."

2005-03-18T05:29:00.000-08:00

Current Music- Just the annoying sucky noise of me performing fellatio on my lollipop.

La-ti-da
"Yeah, i was talkin' to Peachy Peach about Kissy Kiss..."
"Your bone's got a little machine"

Ah, the bout of Pixies lyrics.

SHCORE.
Today= Cokes' last day of school before spring break. For which she is released until April 4th.

-does a happy dance in her imaginary jackboots & yells "Oi!Oi!Oi!"-
La-ti- daaaaaa, kids, la-ti-daaaa.

Love and a pillow,
Cokes

2005-03-12T20:08:00.000-08:00

What is your favorite….?

1. gum: Tasty little Orbits.
2. restaurant: Um. Cafes. Or sushi shoppes
3. food: Sushi. Or these delicious blog-formatted surveys!
4. season: Autumn
5. type of weather: Rainy and warm
6. emotion: The one which only can be described as YEEEEE!!!
7. thing to do on a half day: Dunno.
8. late-night activity: Surfing of the internet.
9. sport: 'Scuse me?
10. store: Fuck me for my cliche sin, but the Sally.

When was the last time you…?
12. cried: An hour ago. Hedwig and the Angry Inch
13. played a sport: fourth grade
14. laughed: I dunno. Maybe fifteen minutes
15. hugged someone: Yesterday. Lizzy.
16. kissed someone:Like, three weeks ago.
17. felt depressed: 6:21 a.m.
18. felt overworked: ...
19. faked sick: A week ago

What was the last….?
21. word you said: "As a fuck son, you suck." I was singing along with the Yeah Yeah Yeahs
22. thing you ate:Little Hershey bite fuckthing
23. song you listened to: The White Stripes cover of China Girl
24. thing you drank: Trendy Chai.
25. place you went to: Chatham. Video Visions for 45 min.
26. movie you saw: Hedwig and the Angry Inch
27. movie you rented: Death Race 2000 and I Shot Andy Warhol

Who was the last person you….?

28. hugged: Liz
29. cried over: Hmmmm...
30. kissed: I will not be divulging that information to the public's prying eyes.
31. danced with: Liz & Thor.
32. shared a secret with: Ehm... I dunno... I have no secrets? Yes? Is that it?
33. had a sleepover with: Liz and Renna
34. called: Well, Liz called me
35. went to a movie with: Myself. Or Alex. I fergit.
36. saw: Mum & Dad
37. were angry with:Dad
38. couldn't take your eyes off of? -acts innocent-

Have you ever….?

40. danced in the rain: Only every time it rains.
41. kissed someone: Sho' have.
42. done drugs: Nah
43. drank alcohol: Yep.
44. partied 'til the sun came up: Define 'party'.
45. had a movie marathon: What kind of a film geek would i be if i did not do such things?
46. gone too far on a dare:Too far?
47. spun until you were immensely dizzy: All the time
48. taken a survey quite like this before: What are you people smoking??? Surveys like these are my *LIFE*! (Liz: "Its the highlight of my l--yearrrrrr..." *looks ashamed*)

My Life….

49. name: Kristin
50. gender: Chick thing (with wings)
51. birthday: October 24
52. relationship status: Define 'relationship'
53. nationality: Welsh and Swedish
54. occupation: Gold digger/wannabe femme fatale/chick thing with wings

For Fun….

55. i'm feeling: Happy!
56. i'm listening to: The White Stripes
57. i'm doing: Good stuff.
58. i'm talking to: Josh and Ian
59. i'm craving: You.
60. i'm thinking of: ...
61. i'm hating: Snow

Love….

62. love is: Slinkster cool and painful. Like psychological S&M
63. my first love: Won't say.
64. my current love: ^^^ See above, lovelies
65. love or lust: Love. I like lust alot too, though.
66. best love song: Iron & Wine's cover of Such Great Heights or the Origin of Love from Hedwig and the Angry Inch
67. is it possible to be in love w/ more than one person at the same time: Of course.
68. when love hurts: It hurts like nothing else.
69. is there such thing as love @ first sight?: What wanker wrote this?? YES.

Opposite Sex…..

70. turn ons: Eyes. Mouth. Pretty accents. Anorexic straight dancer boys like the one on my MySpace
71. turn offs: Too many to mention.
72. do your parent's opinion on your gf/bf matter to you? No, as long as i am allowed to see them.
73. what kinda hairstyle are you into? Ones that do not involve gel making a tiny bit of hair go straight up under the front of a baseball cap. Nick Zinner has the worlds best boy hair.
75. where do you go to meet new people?: I don't meet new people.
76. are you the type of person to holla and ask for numbers? 'Holla'? Did you just ask me if i 'holla'? Jesus creeping god, i am the most 'holla'-ing person on my muthafuckin' block.

Picky Picky….

77. dog or cat: Depends.
78. short or long hair: Both
79. sunshine or rain: rain
80. hugs or kisses: Kisses.
81. summer or winter: Autumn
82. written letters or e-mails: written.
83. playstation or nintendo: Oooh. Hard. I'm more of an arcade girl m'self, though.
84. car or motorcycle: Motorbike. Not motorcycle.
85. house party or club: Club. Not that i have much experience, but still, house parties menace me. Remind me of frat boys.
86. sing or dance: Both.But never with/to show tunes. Unless its Rocky Horror. Or Hedwig.
87. freak or slow dance: Freak? Well, i should fancy slow. My forte, however, is the Charleston.

Lately….
88. how are you today?: AMAZING.
89. what pants are you wearing right now?: My immense Charlie Chaplin-esque red and blue huge, huge, flannel, crotch-at-my-knees, pube-skimming waistline favorite pajama pants.
90. what shirt are you wearing right now? My $4 Gap Kids funny cookie flower stretchy shirt.
91. what does your hair look like at the moment?: Uncooperative.
92. what song are you listening to right now?: Elias Dies~ The Far Side of a Star ;-)
93. how is the weather right now? Freezing, snowy, and clear.
94. who was last person you talked to on the phone?: Liz
95. last dream i can remember?: The same one i have had since i was 3 with the factory and the gears and the flowers and the giant. --shudder--

Wow. I am QBasic. :-D

2005-03-11T21:56:00.000-08:00

You are 'programming in QBASIC'. This programming
language (of which the acronym stands for
'Quick Beginners' All-purpose Symbolic
Instruction Code'), which is so primitive that
it cannot easily be used for any purpose
involving the Internet nor even sound, was
current more than a decade ago.

You are independent, in a good way. When something
which you need cannot be found, you make it
yourself. In writing and in talking with
people, you value clarity and precision; your
friends may not realize how important that is.
When necessary, you are prepared to be a
mediator in conflicts between your friends.
You are very rational, and you think of things
in terms of logic and common sense.
Unfortunately, your emotionally unstable
friends may be put off by your devotion to
logic; they may even accuse you of pedantry and
insensitivity. Your problem is that
programming in QBASIC has been obsolete for a
long time.

What obsolete skill are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

"/Well all you ladies gather 'round/That good sweet candy man's in town/..."

2005-03-02T19:26:00.000-08:00

Current Music- Mississippi John Hurt~ Candy Man Blues

Ladies and gentlemen, I present you lyrics from 1927, recorded on the OKeh label by Mr. Mississippi John Hurt:

"/Well all you ladies gather 'round/That good sweet candy man's in town/It's the candy man/It's the candy man/He likes a stick of candy just nine inch long/He sells as fast a hog can chew his corn/It's the candy man.../All heard what sister Johnson said/She always takes a candy stick to bed/Don't stand close to the candy man/He'll leave a big candy stick in your hand/He sold some candy to sister Bad/The very next day she took all he had/If you try his candy, /good friend of mine,/you sure will want it for a long long time/His stick candy don't melt away/It just gets better, so the ladies say/"

Yes, that is the candy stick he's talking about. 1927.

So bloody tired. All i can do is bum around and play solitaire, wait for people to return from away, and listen to music.
On a brighter note, I did a report for Dr. Starenko in English on the theme of The Denial of the American Dream in Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas which he said was good. So that pleases me.
Actually, theres a funny story that goes along with that, and Liz has requested that i print it:
So, its Sunday afternoon. I am about to start my English project and start looking for my book, as i am sort of relying on quotations. It is nowhere to be found. I am online talking to Josh and mention this. He offers to lend me his if i can get there. However, his house is as close as my school. So, i say no thanks and assume my book is somewhere at La Escuela, and with that, my mam whisks me off to Hall's. I arrive, she departs, i search about for a bit, and cannae find it. I telephone Lizzle, and begin freaking out. So, after much arguing, bantering, blah blah blah, Josh offering to lend me taxi money, discussing this with the dispatch man at Rainbow taxi, etc. i finally depart. So, i get to Josh's, get the book, borrow some lolly (god bless you, sir). I get back in the taxi, pay the creepy chap, mid-ride realize i still have no money to pay for the way back. Fuckfuckfuck, i say to m'self. So, get to school, dash inside, beg Daigle (my Fizzy prof.) for money, she only has a fifty, which Mr. CreepyAssTaxiDriver doesn't have change for. Bastard. Eventually, Giselle Harrington realizes that she has a twenty, so i use this, return her change and pay her back the next day. Delightful.
By far, the most interesting experience i have ever had when trying to write an English paper. Wasted about an hour and a half at school before i began working. Fuckwit.

So today was the MHS Freshman Class Science Fair. Bollocks. It went alright, actually, considering i managed to bullshit my way through the display board. Worst. Science. Fair. Experience. Ever.

Current Music- Nirvana~Dumb (Unplugged NY)

Bush has told Syria to pull out of Lebanon. Huh.
In other news, the judge in Saddam Hussein's trial was killed. That should be an interesting position to fill...

Would someone please tell Mr. Bush to stop fucking up this country? Because my furrends and i and our Mod Squad are going to have to clean up his mess, goddamn him. Selfish little fuck.

2005-02-25T19:42:00.000-08:00

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/..."

2005-02-23T12:47:00.000-08:00

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.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

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...

2005-02-21T05:49:00.000-08:00

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/...""

2005-02-20T17:12:00.000-08:00

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/..."

2005-02-19T21:44:00.000-08:00

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/"

2005-02-14T13:45:00.000-08:00

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/"

2005-02-12T15:29:00.000-08:00

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..."

2005-02-10T19:02:00.000-08:00

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.."

2005-02-09T11:54:00.000-08:00

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.../"

2005-02-06T17:48:00.000-08:00

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/..."

2005-02-02T19:36:00.000-08:00

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/..."

2005-02-01T08:47:00.000-08:00

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.

/where is my mind/

2005-01-31T19:02:00.000-08:00

Yowza.
Kristin just watched Fight Club for the first time. Ever. And now people can no longer say "OHMIGOD!!! You would *LOVE* it". I particularly hate it when they pronounce the asterisks.

It. Was mind-blowing. Not as mind-blowing as American Beauty, as far as contemporary films go, but the end scene- just. WOW.

Where Is My Mind ::swoon::. Corporations crumbling. And two beautiful people, one with a gunshot wound in his jaw.
The dialogue was fantastic. Good editing, tho i wasnt v. partial to the cinematography. V. action movie-y & it went away from the whole auteur-ness of the film. I must say, Brad Pitt impressed even me.
And Edward Norton is dreamy.

Listening to River Euphrates & screaming along with the chorus, much to the dismay of my household. I feel just like Kim Deal. :D

If i ever. ever.ever.ever.ever.ever.ever.ever. see Racing Stripes again i will commit homi/sui/matri/patri/infanti-cide. WORST FILM EVER. EVER. EVER. 'Nuff said.

Tomorrow back to the normal drudgery. Oh goo-day. Fortunately it IS a short week. No monday schedule. Back to my Tazo tea, which i have none of at the home.

Where Is My Mind is playing (Surfer Rosa!! Yeee!). It has already become one of those songs which i associate with a scene in a film. Think 'Needle In The Hay' during the Royal Tenenbaums & watch me sob.

The Owen Bro. confuse me so very much; Owen co-writes & is furrends with WES ANDERSON & stars in his films but then he does silly stuff. I.e. Starsky & Hutch.

Same with Luke. Legally Blonde??
::scoffs::

"THIS IS A SONG ABOUT A SUPERHERO NAMED TONY! ITS CALLED TONY'S THEME!!"
Hahahah.
Away laughing on a fast camel,
Kristin

We're gonna take yo mama out all nite... and maybe learn some ukulele...

2005-01-26T08:19:00.000-08:00

Music- Scissor Sisters~Laura Next to Play- Django Reinhardt~September Song

Yes.
So.
Attempting to practice the ukulele but at the moment singing along with the Sister Sisters is just so much easier. And self-validating.

If any of you 3 know how to play the ukulele & would care to contact me, please do. As i have no fecking idea what i am doing. And we all know how many scores of people play soprano ukulele.... I will give you a clue. Its more than those who play the baritone uke. And less than people who play guitar, piano, french horn, oboe or clarinet. Maybe if i listened to some of the swanky Tiny Tim i would get an idea. Not that i would know anything more about the ukulele.

How i feel i did on my mid-terms:
English- Ok. Very poorly on the pronouns thing. And thats review from last year... I never got it despite the hours Dr. Starenko spent trying to teach me that outside of class. Damnation.
Algebra- Did not fail. I think. I left like 3 3pt. problems blank tho... Easier than i thought tho, considering i did not study.
French- Despite my great love for French & the fact that i can speak fairly competently, not well.
W.C.- Mehhhhh.... I wrote my major essay in the last 10 min. But ok-ish i should hope.
Fizzy- Gag me...

So i shall see.
But they're all over. Thats what matters. Now i have a dreamy 6 days before i head back to the death camp. O happy day.
I was just remembering this guy i used to be infatuated with. Fuckwit.

Peppermint portals,
Cokes

wheeeee...

2005-01-24T10:04:00.000-08:00

i love crispin glover. he's such a good guy

to quote myself, "don, juan, esteban."

2005-01-23T06:31:00.001-08:00

Sweet Jesus in heaven above.
My World Cultures exams start at 3 PM. Today.
Fantastic. Another thing fer me to fail.

I made blueberry muffins this morn. The kind where you just add water.

Theyre are such an abnormality of the world. Freak blueberries in freak muffins. I mean, these blueberries; have you ever eaten one before theyre baked? I have. Its disgusting powderyness. Theyre like little sweet blue balls of coke. What sick/extremely prosperous man decided that "Hell, what if we replaced real blueberries with these fake, powdery berry knockoffs? We'd make a million, just like ::snaps:: that." Then one of his aids would totter off to the local family owned fruit & veg merch & kind of ease his way in & pick up one of those little recycled paper bins of perfact blueberries & pull a couple-a hundreds out of his money clip before happening upon a fiver with which he would not only pay the $1.50 fer the blueberries, but let the old man keep the change, knowing that he was about to put poor blueberry farmers everywhere out of business.
Then they'd bring them to some lab & they would analyze & test. Shrink the berries down to a fifth of their original size & go from there.
In conclusion, if you havent noticed, Betty Crockers blueberry muffins do not actually have blueberries in them. They are freaks. That should be annihilated. It'll be a bloody fake blueberry genocide of which i shall be chairman/chief propagandstress.

DEATH TO THE FAKE BLUEBERRIES!!!!!

So yar. We prolly end up not having rehearsal this AM. Cause of the crazy meteorology.

On to more important things:

My Tip-Top Music List, On Which i Will Forget to Mention a million & a half things

1. The White Stripes (tho i do not care for Elephant very much. By WS standards that is.)
2. The Beatles (a love affair still going on after 6 years)
3. Blind Lemon Jefferson (yeee!! How did that 78 get away from me)
4. Blanche (I'm like Jack & i tell you this/i will be your lover & exorcist)
5. Yeah Yeah Yeahs
6. Mississippi John Hurt (awww.. my intro to The Blues, when i was juss a wee lil one at the age of 8)
7. Skip James (thank god fer Ghost World)
8. Detroit Cobras (oooh i love the chicken baby)
9. Mohammed Rafi (Yeh Mera Prahm)
10.Whirlwind Heat (managed to hear even more)
11.Mr. Bob Dylan
12.The Upholsterers (hehehehe. If you know who they are- L. i know you know!!- i will snog you.)
13.DEVO (WHIP IT!)
14.Duke Ellington
15.Champion Jack Dupree
16. Howlin' Wolf
17. Bessie Smith
18. The Soledad Bro. (come to me/all you sons of dogs/and i will feed you flesh)
19. David Bowie (ahhh-ah-ahhhhh.... orgasmic)
20. Tommy & Jimmy Dorsey
21. The Cure (Despite the fact that if i used to adore the Lovecats up until very recently & now i will vomit if i hear it again. Ditto to the Love Song)
22.Velvet Underground
23. Rolling Stones
24. Violent Femmes
25. Black Keys
26. The Doors
27. Ramones (wear a Ramones teeshirt with a J. Couture skirt in my presence & get your head ripped off, after which i will vomit up both my lungs into your neck cavity)
28. Roky Erickson & the 13th floor elevators
29. BECK.
30. The 5,6,7,8's
31.Django Reinhardt
32. Led Zeppelin
33. Leadbelly
34. Jellyroll Morton
35. Gary Glitter
36. Mott the Hoople
37. Slade
38. Bob Marley
39. Debussy
40. Mozart
41. Prokofiev
42. Electric 6
43. B-52's (i am on a strict "NO LOVE SHACK" diet, which is SO easy to keep. gag me)
44. Jerry Lee Lewis
45. AC/DC
46. Jimi Hendrix
47. Iggy Pop/Iggy & the Stooges
48. The Stranglers
49. Brendan Benson
50. Sex Pistols
51. Rosemary Clooney
52. Frank Sinatra
53. Fats Waller
54. Marilyn Monroe singing
55. Scissor Sisters
56. Enter The Haggis
57. The Pixies
58. Franz Ferdinand
59. Grateful Dead
60. The Band
61. The song "Eurotrash Girl" by Cracker
62. Anything on a Wes Anderson soundtrack (Mark Mothersbaugh is a god)
63. Serge Gainsbourg
64. Belle & Sebastian
65. Kraftwerk
65. Tho they arent exactly a band, i hafta give a high high high high high high five (+ a *pop*) to my friends the Fart Doctors.

Phew. Wow. I just wasted a while on that. I really hope you all wanted to know my favorite bands... Oh man.
I should have put these in categories. Or in order of preference. but that would have been impossible. I tellyawhat. The categories that WOULD have been there are: blues, rock, punk, classical, swing/big band,techno, and some jazz. Those are broad generalizations.

Ok. I am very kazawsted right now. Maybe i'll go bum around on the message board.
Toodles,
CoCo

P.S. At the moment i have begun deciding what i shall go by next school year (i.e.: Starting sept. Or June.) Options thus far are:
1.Clementine (really leaning toward this'un)
2.Weetzie
3.Tabitha
4. Tallulah

If you care to, lemme know whatcha think. hahahaha. All 2 of you who read this.

EDIT:
On my list, i forgot the Darkness. aAhahaHAHhahAHhahHA

hermmm...

2005-01-22T10:25:00.000-08:00

Oh may-un...
I have just agreed to do lighting for a show at the Ghent Playhouse. 3 weeks. Almost 21 days of opportunities to screw up the entire show.
I am ever-so psyched, but worried. This is semi-pro theatre, and... i might just screw up the whole fuckin' show. But we shall try our bestest, no?
Yes.

Bought a ukulele today. S'a dandy red Hilo. Louis has promised to help me out with learning how to play. Just need to think of a name now.

Its fucking COLD.

Oh dear. I get to fail my first mid-term tomorrow. World goddamn Cultures.

I'm sitting around watching Garden State. Its good. Really good. Zach Braff is pretty damn amazing. Nat & Zach are so sweet.
I think i may cry.
Love & a pillow,
CoCo