If my dreams are going to be weird/scary/ultra realistic, I'd rather not have them. It's been too long since I've had something that could be defined as a “good dream.” Now they're either neutral, unsettling, or just plain creepy. Though, now that I think about it, I can't say I've had that many dreams that […]
Month: January 2004
my life in pictures
The other night Kara made a documentary on how I can't smile and/or open my eyes. It was quite invigorating. And now… kara and BRIJIET!I!I!I! JET! WHEEEEEEEEEE! I heart Bridget. Jet. A lot. Heart heart heart. Kara's cool too. Those pics are actual hot lesbian action. Some of you may recall a picture that huzyrdadi […]
this is only the beginning
Well, since apparently everyone I know online is too cool for deadjournal, I've decided to come here. Also, it's like a super little secret place for me to talk about how much I hate all my friends in real life! Er, that's a lie, but I can now criticise them more freely without facing their […]
It was a nice few months when I didn't get headaches.
Owie. Haligh, Haligh, a lie, Haligh, an awful lie. That's a bit of emo freestylin' for ya all. Well, not really at all. I smell kinda bad I think. I don't like that. I've also been feeling really self conscious about my hair lately. Yeah, I've been really focusing on the deep issues these days. […]
"everything will change"
I'm picturing two pleasant scenarios at the moment: The first is the feeling of waking up around 10am on a bright and sunny summer morning with nothing but possibility stretched out ahead of me. I go for an early bike ride and then come home to work on art for awhile and possibily read. At […]
extended states of dreamlike consciousness
Recently I've murdered two people, then I woke up to discuss this with Brandi, wondering if I should feel bad for having a dream about murdering. The problem was, I couldn't really remember if it was a dream or not. I glanced across a crowded classroom to see someone I know wearing Freddy Kruger's sweater. […]
using a friend as a stand-in
I've added reenacting the Postal Service song “Clark Gable” to my European to-do list. I'll need you Maren for some hardcore makeout scenes. It'll be an art film. So, let's see, the current list is something like this: +Ride in fast motion on bicycle with crazy sunlight and fast motion camera in Paris (see Amelie). […]
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screaming into daylight
jebus fudging christmas. first i was awakened this morning by my sister. she left today, so she was saying goodbye. i vaguely remember that. the first minute or so after i've been startled awake is completely moot. my brain is on autopilot and once i actually wake up i have to figure everything out again. […]
i think there are flaws to your argument, tadman
by your logic the coca cola polar bears are real, too. they’re in magazines. they’re on television. just because you read about something doesn’t mean it exists! sure, i’ve never met the beatles or jfk, but that does not mean that you mr. electronic fishman are real! though, i do buy your theories on reality […]
MONKEY EYE NIXON!
It was quite nice to sojourn to Duluth, but I fear it might make this last week in SoDakia all the more painful. That is, unless I kidnap Emma. Something I often say I'll do and then fail, but hey, I figure if I can fit all the failure, awkwardness, weirdness, and crap into these […]