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[Feb.16th at 10:58 pm] |
-sometimes i just want to come home to an empty house and chain smoke in the living room while watching mythbusters. is that a crime?
-its been a long time since i updated or even thought about livejournal...but thats ok. i find it hard to remember how i used to describe my life. did it involve paraphrasing? or was it just more of a general explanation, unrelated to the details but fulfilling the symbolic requirements? its hard to think about life, because i do the same thing every day; i think i need to get a job. senior year of high school is fabled as the best year, but i'm finding that to be false. my friends are mostly gone except for a select few, and i don't seem to meet anyone new in the course of life. its like a ritual these days...wake up at 7, school from 8 to 3, brittany from 3:30 to 7, sleep at 12. i gotta mix it up a litte bit.
-i'm rediscovering a love for music, and a voracious need for more of it. yet i can't download music because i'm going to get arrested. i don't know what to do about this?
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[Sep.24th at 11:02 pm] |
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i like the good times.
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[Sep.13th at 10:34 pm] |
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juggling with neurotransmitters never gets old
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[Aug.16th at 11:06 pm] |
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the summer is almost over. i've been having a good time so far, for instance in gaysville vermont, and also in the general area of debauchery that has become so customary at this point. originally there was some direction, a detailed map of the season for me to enjoy, but it was lost somewhere in the melange of days behind this one. hundreds of hours among the produce in a dark back corner of shaw's supermarket, more hundreds laying in a pile laughing about nothing in fields or dark rooms, but it all blends together and i'm not sure that i'll really remember any of it. it had been a long time since i played guitar until today. i hope to get a job at seven hills foundation for troubled children. things are gonna change in less than two weeks.
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[Jul.30th at 11:29 pm] |
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what could i possibly have to say? to a box? whatever i write down, it will be just as valid as mosquito buzzing in my ears
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[Jun.25th at 10:41 pm] |
this morning i recieved a phone call at 10:55 am, which is early for me, from brittany, and in my haze of consciousness i thought that i had to meet her in 20 minutes at school. as i had passed out with my clothes on last night, i just got up, brushed my teeth, and left. i got to school at 11:11 and waited for brittany. i ate a croissant, because there were three huge bags of panera bread in my backseat, and talked to pope the security guard. i told him i was waiting for a friend and he said, "man, you learnin an important lesson about life. most of the time you spend in yo' life, you waitin' on a woman." and i thought it was pretty true. she got there at 12. we went to sprague and got eaten by mosquitos and then dropped the bread off at the clark kid's house. she bought me a lighter, so i brought her to a piercing place and talked to a woman about assholes. and i ate broccoli cheddar soup in a bread bowl.
but what i'm really trying to say is that none of that gives you any real depiction of what went on. the written word is unsatisfactory and frankly i want nothing more to do with it.
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[Jun.15th at 11:11 pm] |
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i've been having a good time lately, what with all the general debauchery and troublemaking. not really the kind of time you can write about, because it passes slowly and comfortably, and the memories will keep repeating themselves, further permutating, so that there is really nothing to remember anyways. harmonious friendship, big bottles of vodka, and a bottomless wallet.
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[Jun.5th at 11:31 pm] |
summertime is creeping in and i just have a few memories that i wanted to write down.
one time i was just hanging out in my driveway smoking. i think i had just turned 15. and i got into such an intense state of mind that i actually started singing, something like "on the beach, but its my front yard" and i sang with passion. i got a clemintine from inside, and smoked a cigarette while eating it, and it tasted very good.
there is this place near becky's house that i don't remember if it has a name or not. there is a path by this lake, and then you come out to this really trippy garden place, with little statues and things on trees and flowers, and a bridge with a little waterfall behind it. and then, there's a path of crushed multicolor glass or plastic or something, and if you walk down it, you pass this lifesized dinasour made completely of like, forks or something. and a huge stone mushroom. and a bunch of little signs that say things like "imagine" and then there is a little brook, and a bridge, and then you're in this guy's backyard. not only was this the perfect shortcut to hebert's candy mansion, which is where we went like everyday for ice cream, but we also met the guy who's backyard it was. his name is chief joseph, and he is elderly, and basically he trips on acid all the time and maintains the entire magical garden, and he let us just hang out in his backyard.
one summer, me and brittany went to newport to hang out for a day. and we bought shirts that said "i know communism doesnt work!" and went to a really intense candy store, where we discovered sen sen. the package was in french, but i knew enough to understand that it was like, the world's first breath freshener or something. so we bought some, and it tasted like the most intense disgusting shit in the world, like rotten licorice mixed with mothballs. but i fell in love with it. and bianca got me a 12 pack for christmas, and i still have some.
one day, in whichever summer skacat was [if you don't know what skacat is, then just don't worry about it.] i was hanging out in ians basement with brittany, ian, julie mollo, and chris mccarthy. and clare sent me a package from camp, and it was wrapped in blue and green construction paper. and i opened it, and it was a legitimate douche. it was in a box, and the brand was "Sweet Love Douche" and i couldn't resist playing with it, and i squirted like, the douche vinegar or whatever it is, onto brittany. i took it home and didn't know what to do with it, so i just put it under the sink in my bathroom. but my mom found it like two weeks later, and she went to my sister and was like, "why are you using a douche!" and my sister was like, "it's jay's!" and my mom didn't talk to me for like a week.
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[Jun.5th at 5:36 pm] |
its already gotten to the point where the days don't have names, and the nights are really all that matter. i don't have anything to say to a livejournal, because its been said so many times before.
HOW ARE ALL OF YOU DOING?
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[May.29th at 11:40 pm] |
summer vacation is a nice time. its also fucking ridiculous.
highlights:
-the weather
-my pool
-sitting on the quad at 2:30 am waiting for pizza delivery, and realizing that we were sitting in a pile of worms
-vietnamese market, the satisfaction of eating homemade pad thai
-special types of tea that make your body tingle
-vietnam war memorial at night time
-full ashtrays
-ridiculous times on clare's porch
-talking to this guy at food not bombs who had bleeding gashes all over his face, and he said it was because he got drunk and then played football with gangsters and they bashed his head into a rock
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