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I tend to spend any extra free time watching countless youtube videos on people I love/want to be more like. It feeds my need to love, I guess.
The following video features Sean Daley also known as Slug from the rap group Atmosphere.
I remember discovering Seven's Travels in my sophomore year of high school and feeling like I'd come across an album that reflected a lot of what I was feeling at the time to the T. I was so thankful. I still am. I eventually saw them at Warped Tour later that year. It was a small crowd but a crowd nonetheless. He was with his "girlfriend" at the time, who at that point, was known to be a topic of many Atmosphere songs. I didn't care. I just wanted to meet him after. I didn't.
Rewind to a year ago, I'm a different person from the one I used to be in highschool and I had moved on from Atmosphere. Not in a bad way, but in a way where I was just simply listening to different music. But as soon as I found out that Atmosphere was coming back to Florida, I not only went, I took my polaroid camera with me. Seeing them this time around was different, the crowd was huge and some of the people were harsh. Slug was a different Slug but it was all for the better. And there was an actual band on stage this time, which was exciting.
I finally got to meet him after this show. And it was surreal. I can't even begin to justifiably describe what he was like in person.
All I know is that I really love this man and the video above (along with a couple of others) reminded me of that.
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November 9th, 2009 10:58pm
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A/N: Po-210 is pronounced "Pee-O Two-Ten". I know some of you, after reading this, may be wondering, what does this have to do with DBSK or Koda Kumi?? All I ask of any of you is to please, please stay with this story. It may not be my best by the end, but I want it to be, so I'm putting all the effort I can into it for you, the readers. I'm going to make this fic one heck of an adventure for Changmin, Yunho, Yoochun, Koda, Nemi and Zoe! Please give Last Angel a shot! And feel free to comment with any questions or suggestions or whatever it is you thought about this prologue!
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 I had an appointment today at four with Stacy, the head of the honors program, to talk about um, I don't know, shit, I guess. Let me first mention that before this I had gone to this honors information meeting and I was given this packet full of papers and what I was told was that I had to fill out one of those sheets of paper to be accepted into the program or SOMETHING, I don't really know, I wasn't really listening. I was sick at the time so I was more focused on not sneezing or sniffling. When I was given the packet I pretty much threw it to the side and never opened it again until a few days ago when I realized this sheet that had a section titled "Eligibility" and my immediate reaction after reading the sort of / not really required requirements ( ACT composite score of 25, high school GPA of 3.5-4.0, class rank of top 10% ) was LOL UH OH. So anyway, Stacy had called me at like twoish this afternoon and was all, "I have earlier appointments if you and your mom are available..." and I was all, "That would be great!" But then she was like, " Though...I did pull up your high school transcript and..." AND basically, when you remove all the sugar coated crap she fed me, what she really meant to say (or what I heard) was something along the lines of, "LOL, SAW YOUR HIGH SCHOOL GRADES AND ACT SCORE AND YOU'RE LITERALLY RETARDED AND DON'T REALLY MEET ANY OF OUR QUALIFICATIONS GTFO." Something she did actually say was that she didn't think it was a "good idea to put me in a class where I might be set up for disaster" LOL SOOOOOO... What I politely responded with was something like, "Uh..huh. Yes, well. I had that same concern as well. But, um, I'm gonna call my mother really quick and get back to you..." When I called my mom she was exactly as I had anticipated: furious. She was furious mostly because my brother and I had attended this registration process thing for spring semester students and I had registered for two classes but didn't register for English 101 because I thought that I was going to have to register for English honors (they're a whole separate department). So after she was done screaming on the phone she came home from work and called our good friend Stacy. I listened to my mom subtly blame the whole situation on Stacy as I played with my dog's ears. All English classes are full, but in the end my mom managed to SOMEHOW bring Stacy to get me into an already closed (full) English class. She even rearranged my schedule for me and found me another math class so that I could take this English 101 class. Now I don't have to take the same math class with my twenty-three year old brother! Though, I'm sure that would have made for some pretty good stories. I'm kind of super relieved I don't have to take that honors class because I was only taking it to make my mom happy. I'm sure it was somewhat a disappointment that I wasn't really eligible for it after she was told I had gotten a perfect score in English and Reading. I quickly fixed this by putting both hands on her shoulders, looking her in the eye, and sternly saying, "I just want you to know that I'm very hungry and what are we having for dinner?"   On the bright side, while walking around the mall with my mom & brother, I found this lion hat on the floor. I'm sure it probably belongs to some sad, bratty toddler but you know what they say...finders, keepers! Btw, I look sick in these pictures. Alright, bai*~*~ |
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November 9th, 2009 12:07am
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I got a 78 on my last math test! Average, for most, awesome for me! I keep doing better with my test scores. I've got one exam left, the final exam, and I DO NOT plan on letting this one come crashing down. Up until not too long ago, I've had a hard time just being and I would like to especially thank the few, awesome people who have seen me at my worst and have forecefully infused me with good energy. Good energy is key in anything you do. That's the ticket.
And this picture is from last night! I look like Holly Golightly at her best and my partner likes it!
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November 6th, 2009 11:58pm
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I don't think I've ever spent so much money in a day. Almost 100 dollars. Geez.
I'm a cheapskate and more than likely a cheap date. A bargain hunter. A thrifty gal. A person who doesn't like to spend a lot of money on material things. A person who doesn't need to be given expensive things to be happy, in other words, the perfect girlfriend.
So you can understand why I'd want to post about it.
A great person is getting married tommorow and I'm one of her bridesmaids. I'm pretty excited. Especially, since I'm going to be in charge of "capturing moments" with my precious film camera. I'm the assistant regional photographer to the regional photographer.**"The Office" reference**
I'm also going to be looking super classy. Which is right down my alley.
Did you know?
Cartoon Network airs a kid's reality show. It's kind of like Road Rules but fun-er! And my beautiful little cousin is sooo into it. Oh and did I mention it's hosted by Andrew WK? Cause it is.
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November 5th, 2009 6:58pm
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inside panel of my dvd box set. it says "however vast the darkness, we must supply our own light." it is film coming out of a vhs. i hope kubrick isn't rolling over in his grave after me having done this. it took 4 hours! the milk went sour.
details: typewriter for the shining, glass of milk for a clockwork orange, bullets for full metal jacket. not that you can see any of these, but they're there.
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November 4th, 2009 10:35pm
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People keep telling me that I keep losing weight and I keep retorting that I'm just wearing tighter clothing. I should really stop doing that.
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So if you have one and would like to follow me (and I probably would like to follow you too), here is my url: http://livinglikealion.tumblr.com/ . ( FEEL FREE TO SKIP THE REST OF THIS ENTRY. JUST ME RAMBLING ABOUT THE NEW SAY ANYTHING ALBUM )I think the first paragraph of AbsolutePunk.com's review sums the album up pretty well: "Max Bemis isn't pissed anymore. Well, he's still got a bit of a chip on his shoulder about a few things, but when you just got hitched to a beautiful singer, wife Sherri Dupree of Eisley, why would you continue to be a shell of a man, one that seems bitter at the world they're playing their heart out in? Bemis is no longer the little kid scared of the world, maturing from a real boy to a kid set to save it. The band's self-titled isn't the double disc venture of last time, but a compact one still attempting different elements of pop: some great, some confusing, all Say Anything."
Oh and also, "The bitten tongue of Bemis and the expected bite of his band has been replaced by the unexpected upbeat backing of strings and hand-claps ("Do Better"), piano drives ("Eloise") and clean guitar strums ("Cemetery")."
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November 3rd, 2009 8:27pm
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A/N: WARNING: there are sex references in this. Sorry in advanced to anyone who might blush (or puke). I felt kind of bad for writing this...there's so much I can say but I would rather that you, the reader, draw your own emotional conclusions on the whole situation...
That is all.
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November 3rd, 2009 2:56am
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...But I've been playing this remix of a Miley Cyrus song for days now and I am pretty ashamed. I even enjoy the video. The super contrasty colors in the video make her look almost attractive. At the moment, I am listening to that first song in Aladdin where he is running with a stolen loaf of bread. I told Matt " gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat" were words (lyrics) to live by -- as well as "I steal only what I can't afford".
I registered for Speech and Math today. I have to call the Honors English lady tomorrow so that I can register for that too. The community college I'm going to has a pretty high percentage of unattractive people. ......JUST SAYING. There are so many people I know from high school that go there, I don't know if I like it. I'm sure you all care, BUT this is annoying: http://www.answerbag.com/q_view/2932. Now I don't know which way is right. P.S. I have to update about the new Say Anything album. I'm leaving this here as a reminder to myself. P.P.S. I love Taco Bell. God, I'm so hungry right now. |
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Yesterday Matt and I were waiting to get off our train and there was a black man talking very loudly (shocker) on his cell phone next to us. One of the "train guys" was standing with us because he was getting ready to open the train doors for us. The black guy was saying and repeating, "NIGGA, I CALLED YOU. I CALLED YOU. NOT MY FAULT YOU DON'T PICK UP DA DANG PHONE." Matt recorded some of this on his phone and he later told me that this loud man was talking to his parole officer on the phone. Hehehehhehe...
Earlier that night, when we had first arrived in the city, we were walking towards the escalators when Matt said, "Look, look," and I didn't know what he wanted me to look at so I said, "I don't see it, what? What?!" He said, "You'll see it." And then I saw it... There was this WHALE of a woman dressed X x*~*~gOtHiC*~*~ x X + gothic makeup and the massive cloth around her body was so short it was enough to make me laugh out loud in astonishment. I just could not BELIEVE what I was seeing. There was this girl on the bus that was, idk, probably something fucking retarded, but her like, ...her costume was so short that I could see the cellulite under her butt / thighs. *shudders* It'll be a while before I forget about it. Let me just be the first to say I'm so glad I only have to see borderline morbidly obese girls dressed as slutty cops / animals / etc for one day of the year.
Oh, btw, Matt and I ordered a pizza from Dominos this afternoon and when he left at three I came back inside and called for my dog. He didn't come so I went upstairs and heard him moving around in my room. I remembered I had one slice of pizza left in the box so I half sprinted to my room to find AN EMPTY PIZZA BOX. >_< If Grim wasn't so cute he'd be lying motionless in an alley somewhere by now.
Speaking of Matt <3 ...There was this 60 dollar coat that I really really wanted from Target and since Matt and I are partners in crime, we voyaged to Target to shoplift this coat. It's so cute, I'll have to take a picture of it. Anyway, I'm not really that big on taking clothes out in the open unless it's like a hat or a scarf or something along those lines. I had a few plans in my head of how I was going to loot this coat without the fitting room lady getting suspicious, but Matt suggested I just take it off the hanger and walk right out with it since the exit was so close to the women's clothing. I was kind of nervous about doing it that way because I kept imagining myself a few feet from the door and a Target employee stopping me and being like, "LOL UM WHAT DO U THINK UR DOING????" but we went ahead with it anyway and succeeded*~ It's so nice to have my boyfriend enjoy shoplifting as much as I do. It makes (frequently) getting him little gifts much easier. On Friday we shoplifted 300 dollars worth of clothing. *dreamy sigh* I love my boyfriend...
OH SHIT, YOU KNOW WHAT, before I forget... When I was at the costume store with my mom on Wednesday, I bumped into my friend Ty. He was there with some girlfriends of his and they were busy trying on slutty costumes. I was in line to try on my not so slutty "OVERSEAS VIXEN" costume (I would never try on something slutty while shopping with my mom, I have no idea how other girls don't find that uncomfortable) and I was watching one of Ty's friends try on her chosen costume. There were no mirrors in the individual rooms, just one mirror outside of the rooms that everyone had to share. There was also a long line of people waiting to try on costumes so if you were trying something slutty on everyone waiting would definitely see it. ANYWAY, I have no idea what Ty's friend was supposed to be but I was listening to her talk to Ty's other friend and it went like this:
Friend 1: I think it looks good! You wear slutty stuff all the time so it works out perfectly.
Friend 2: Hmmmm, I don't know if I want to get it.. Friend 1: Omg, what. You have to get it! If you don't get it some fat girl is going to buy it and look like trash
Friend 2: JESSICA, SHHHHHH!
Me: LOL
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October 31st, 2009 10:56pm
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MERCUTIO
You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
And soar with them above a common bound.
I don't know why this line of dialogue strikes me so much, but it does.
Edit:
Every now and then, I have really amazing things happen to me. I can't wait to share them with someone. Someone who'll take it all in just as enthusiastically as when I let it all out. Now that is real love. I know what I'm talking about. I've seen it.
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October 31st, 2009 2:33am
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When I tag an entry "important/emergency" it is an emergency. I can handle people not answering (thanks to those who commented/texted me). However when you have time to read through and reply in rapid fire fashion to SIX OTHER ENTRIES OF MINE containing much less urgency, YOU are a douche hole. I will not keep you on my flist. Don't even ask for a re-add.
No love, Katie.
Edit: This was for one person in particular and they've hence been burned from my flist. If you were asleep/away/not looking at your friends' list, don't worry. I still love you. Lots.
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October 30th, 2009 7:19pm
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Note to self: Life has a way of making things happen for a reason. We ALL have the capability to be amazing. Go about it your own way and ALWAYS fight the good fight!
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October 30th, 2009 2:14pm
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I'm thinking of sending some of my photography into Amateur Photographer magazine :)
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October 30th, 2009 12:28am
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This is AMAZING. I love my sister. I'm Dracula. Fuck yeah!!
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October 28th, 2009 2:29pm
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I only want you to run under with me on this sand like Indians, if you’re going to fucking sleep all day fuck you motherfuckers oh when you’re all sleeping so many sleeping I am somewhere on some stupid rickety scaffolding and I’m trying to get your stupid fucking attention I’ve been trying to show you this, just been trying to show you this- What the fuck does it take to show you motherfuckers, what does it fucking take what do you want how much do you want because I am willing and I’ll stand before you and I’ll raise my arms and give you my chest and throat and wait, and I’ve been so old for so long, for you, for you, I want it fast and right through me- Oh do it, you motherfuckers, do it do it you fuckers finally, finally, finally.
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October 28th, 2009 4:15pm
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Going to see The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus in 15 minutes.
I'm SUPER SUPER excited!
May cry for Heath though.
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