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[31 Aug 2005|12:31am] |
on describing the damage to new orleans from the break of two levees...
"It looks like Hiroshima is what it looks like," Gov. Haley Barbour said, describing parts of Harrison County, Miss.
Everyone was "walking around like zombies," Mr. Keel said.
-nytimes.
is that really appropriate?? i understand the severity of the situation, and i also understand the need to make that severity understood, but i can't BELIEVE some of the stuff i have been reading/watching lately.
i'm a little verklempt. talk amongst yourselves.
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[11 Aug 2005|12:59am] |
i'm exhausted... my internet is glitching like it's going out of style
but i'm in michigan.
more later. much much more later.
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[02 Apr 2004|11:17pm] |
i'm very busy working on my homework and my letter to the easter bunny...
as evidenced by my "dylan mullet" google image search.
i had to share:
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[16 Mar 2004|03:38pm] |
you guys should buy a subscription to the florida review, because...
a. you love me and i have to sell three more
b. they are cheap ($10)
c. some of the stuff is actually pretty good.
for 10 bucks you get 2 issues of mixed genre creative writing delivered straight to your door!
(you love me.)
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[11 Mar 2004|10:03am] |
i went to see whole last night... where do i begin? the documentary is about people who want amputations of healthy limbs. sometimes they will injury their healthy limbs to force an amputation. a guy in orlando shot his leg in the knee with a shotgun. some guy in europe froze his leg in dry ice. most of the people say they feel more complete without their "extraneous" limb and have known all their lives they were living in the wrong body. the film quality is debatable, but the subject matter was interesting. doctors don't know how to treat these people because of the hippocratic oath and the possiblity of lawsuits for removing healthy limbs. a guy in scotland removed two healthy limbs and then wasn't allowed to practice medicine in the UK again.
after the screening, the director and the orlando guy were there for questions. really, i didn't have much to ask. the guy came into the movie about half way through, and being the ADD slut that i am, i paid attention to him over the movie for the rest of the time.
strange. i guess the closest thing to this issue is gender identity. but it goes to show how superfluous constructions of beauty and identity are. you can feel completely ugly despite how you look and still be perfectly convinced that you are ugly.
film festivals suck, btw. there was so much ass-kissing and name-dropping that i wanted to throw up. i hate artists.
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| it's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance, but there was once you |
[22 Jan 2004|09:13am] |
well, my first class was cancelled today... but we weren't told until the class should have started. that means i got up at 8AM FOR NO REASON. plus, i read 150 pages for that class last night. *sigh*
i have a quiz in my narratives of slavery class in a few hours. i really hate quizzes. reading quizzes can suck it.
i didn't go for my walk last night. i didn't have the energy, nor could i think of a place where it would be safe for a girl to walk alone at midnight. even the campus isn't that safe.
after some alone time, i'm feeling a bit better. that could just be the caffeine talking. cup of coffee + empty stomach = buzzed michele.
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[01 Jan 2004|07:06pm] |
no major reflections on my birthday, because birthdays don't mean much to me. such an undeserving holiday, where rod serling rewards me with 46 hours of the twilight zone.
ah. the twilight zone.
spent last night at anna's, ringing in the new year with the twilight zone and tales of masonry. not real masonry, just information stolen from the internet. as with any time with anna, things were learned and fun was had.
looks like the plan for next semester involves another copy editing stint and getting the proverbial hook-up from my internship at the literary magazine. editing experience is good.
i'm looking forward to school, i guess. i have to, because this semester will require a lot of attention... so that i don't drop the ball.
orlando tomorrow... and a big sigh of relief.
*walks away*
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[29 Dec 2003|11:55pm] |
went shopping today...
and bought some stuff for myself.
a pair of brown strappy shoes ON SALE
outkast cd (it was only a matter of time)
some good smelling lotion
pens!
and the last of xmas gifts.
this was after i got out of bed at 8AM voluntarily. weird.
took a nap then went to anna's, where we got through a fraction of 8.5. we then skipped to the harem scene and i professed my love for marcello. WHO IS DEAD. i need to stop that. it was nice to catch up, burn cds, and talk about future adventures (stalking julius airwave, dancing lessons, and the like).
now, i have to watch titus and play with the camera, to see if i want to buy it. textbooks... mmmm.
speaking of textbooks, a lot of my school books came. boy do i love opening packages that i know contain books. i revel in my dorkery. it's like an art.
anna's chapbook is neato. my legs make a cameo. makes me reinterested in trying to write for an audience, b/c i don't know that i can.
challenges are good. i wish i had a job lined up for after school...
edit: i don't know why i bought those shoes. i never go out. take me out.
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[26 Dec 2003|03:56pm] |
back at the first grandma's.
christmas take:
aqua teen hunger force dvd
brain candy dvd
sweaters/scarf
brak show t-shirt
gift certificates
money
elvis costello's trust (cousin elvis as the costello side affectionally referred to him)
pj harvey's is this desire?
blanket
cat power ticket
went to a good restaurant and ended up accidently dipping food in meat sauce. i'm pretty upset about that. 2 1/2 years...
bad night last night. questioning everything. more on that later? i might post my journal entry.
hope everyone else is doing well...
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[26 Dec 2003|03:43pm] |
i tried to pocket central michigan winds,
dusty snow, but i lose
even dead men's coins
where my hands lie
and their eyes go empty.
after midnight, i hear your lungs collapse like shutters
frozen in the lapses of conversation,
in the swallowed collection of past tenses.
chastizing early morning naps
deliver me to unsettled relationships
in a velvet dress dropped at the shoulder.
he lectures in the letter
torn into rose petals
leading to a sickened altar
only consciousness sweeps.
the television
play crucifix
an anglo-saxon jesus
the best slaves
the pie cook-offs and ham hotlines
the real competition comes from
the cardinal that flew into the glass pane,
fell stunned.
i love that view.
that porch.
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[23 Dec 2003|12:26pm] |
going to the other grandma's for 5 days.
no internet there.
*shakes*
will update when i get back.
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[22 Dec 2003|11:20pm] |
i sat down to type a while ago... couldn't think of what to say.
i miss florida. my freedom. my people. my apartment.
i feel like i'm losing.
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[21 Dec 2003|10:41pm] |
christmas at one grandma's today...
a lot of people, not a lot of space.
didn't go outside, so no chill factor.
time to go home. having a hard time going to sleep. hands are a mess. tired and stressed.
i'll try and write tonight. one day at a time.
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[20 Dec 2003|03:59pm] |
hello from chilly michigan.
outside temp around 24 degrees. let's just say my chuck taylors weren't the smartest choice for snowboots.
way under dressed, but that's the story of my life.
thank god for gameboy, old school gameboys with super mario games.
feels christmas-y, complete with all that condensed family time.
i miss you.
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| booyah |
[19 Dec 2003|02:20am] |
i checked my grades...
4 As and that 1 A-.
how do i do that???
i'm relieved.
3.95 GPA for the semester.
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[15 Dec 2003|08:38pm] |
*does modest party dance*
got an A- in crime and punishment. man did i work my ass off for that A-.
bigger grade update later.
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[07 Dec 2003|10:18am] |
oh, and i don't care how shitty this is... at least i wrote something!
At night
sidewalks fume,
exhume elongated sighs,
as if remembering
the boys
who held skateboards and afternoons
down the length of their thighs
and discussed manhood
under sips of Coke,
the morning girls
in last-night’s dresses
who could pass in church
if it weren’t for the wrinkles
that clutched the guilt
the girls did not.
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| poem #3 for poetry workshop |
[27 Sep 2003|12:19am] |
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Down
1. Fall
The click of his pen is really a creek,
an inaudible gasp,
last strain before suffocation.
That hide, so bare, begs for a brand.
You alone
do not warrant a scream.
2. Rain
The clouds spit
in your face.
He wants you
to sweat until beads beat and become punctuation
and beauty marks born of the same father.
3. Ground
You bare your teeth
as pine needles play bamboo shoots
through your city shoes.
You hold up your knife
to carve. to own. to name.
Bark chips until he crumbles.
4. Sunset
He whistles with saw grass through your leg,
a love bite,
a wispy bloodletting to hollow you, so
he can fill you up
until his gurgling pulse is your only beat.
The last word you know will be unintelligible:
the eternal syllable of silence.
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He doesn’t care and
you don’t know
that you’ll spell it wrong.
His moans are your ‘ah’s.
You’ll never climax together.
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[26 Sep 2003|11:36am] |
GRE score?
verbal: 510
quantitative: 650
so, i got 1160 and did BAD ON THE VERBAL PART.
should i take it again?
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