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LiveJournal for voodoogirl.
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| Wednesday, August 24th, 2005 |
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| Saturday, May 3rd, 2003 |
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It's funny. I'm sitting here, listening to a song and drifting through my friends page. Suddenly, I just started thinking about the past. I miss someone so much. Everything about them, I miss. So, I am an emotional type who gets caught up in things maybe a little too much? Sue me. I wonder if they know how much they mean to me? Can you ever really explain that stuff to someone without sounding cheesy? How much you really care about and cherish knowing them? It's not the love I have for Tiffany. She is the one who I will spend the rest of my life with. This is something else. A companionship. Common ground, I guess. A feeling of holding someone so close to you that every once in a while a wall slams into you at any given moment and you are left missing them and their company so much that it twists your stomach. Probably not. |
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| Saturday, April 19th, 2003 |
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1. Who is your favorite celebrity? Joaquin Phoenix. Not just because I want to do bad, bad things to him but because I respect that he hasn't changed due to celebrity. He smokes, he says "fuck", he doesn't give a damn what people think about him and his views. They are his own. I admire Ewan McGregor for the same reasons. I also respect Joaquin because of making it through what he did with his brother. If my sister died when I was right there, I don't know if I could take it and still be able to function properly. 2. Who is your least favorite? Britney Spears, Rosanne Barr, Rosie, just about any pop star out there. Rush Limbaugh or how ever you spell his name. Jerry Falwell. Okay. I have more than a few. My least? Jerry Falwell. 3. Have you ever met or seen any celebrities in real life? David Copperfield, Poppy Z. Brite, Anne Rice, Stan Rice, Trent Reznor (kinda, long story that I think has been told here -- sorry Tim), Deborah Harry (Blondie), RuPaul, Aaron from Jackass (Tiff's cousin, I know I spelled that wrong), Rosie O'Donnell, La Bouche (band), Robert Smith (The Cure), felt up Peter Murphy and Daniel Ash from stage side at a Bauhaus Reunion concert (Rwor), singer from Cherry Poppin' Daddies (I forget his name, need to look up later), if there were others I can't think of them right now. 4. Would you want to be famous? Why or why not? Yes. I would love to be in the film industry and get paid for pretending like I am someone else for a while. I know there is a lot more to it than that, but it would still be a great way to make a living. Or for being a published writer. 5. If you had to trade places with a celebrity for a day, who would you choose and why? Good question. Do they have to be alive? I think it would be cool to trade places with Socrates for a day. To be enlightened towards the things he was. To be inside of his head for one day and simply know what his thoughts were like. Alive? Ewan McGregor and Tiff could trade places with Jonathan Rhys Meyers the same day. Let my fantasies begin. Haha. Would have to go visit Off to see House Of 1000 Corpses soon! Ooh. What fun. I can hardly wait. Caroline -- That thing we talked about is in the mail. I haven't been to work early enough in the day to take care of it, but it should be out today or Monday since I left it in the out-going mail. Sorry for the wait, things have been hectic on my end of things lately. |
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| Tuesday, April 15th, 2003 |
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Finally! I ordered the movie The Pillow Book (Starring Ewan McGregor) in February from Suncoast. Mostly becase the screen caps I saw of it left me no other option. Ewan naked, words painted on his skin, sex, more sex. Rrowr. Well, after a couple of months waiting I went to Borders and ordered it. They got it two weeks later. Yesterday, Tiff got the phone call and we went and picked it up. The first part of it was in Japanese, I believe. I'm not very skilled in Asian languages and telling them apart, but since the girl was talking about Kyoto it leads me to believe that it was Japanese they were speaking. I was starting to wonder if the whole movie was going to be in Japanese, but a quarter of the way through it she learns English and almost the rest of the whole movie (save some flashbacks and scenes that take place with this agent guy) was in English. Woo. Let me say. This movie. is. fucked. up. I loved it. It is a great movie. But it. is. fucked. up. Ewan looks outright beautiful in this movie where he plays Jerome. A translator who is in Japan and involved with a male publisher. The lead woman of the whole movie Na(g)kito (I believe) wants to honor her father by writing novels. As a girl he would paint these words and meanings on her face and neck. She goes to seduce Ewan in an attempt at getting these novels, which she paints on skin, published. Anyway..skipping ahead..I don't want to ruin a lot of the movie. Let's just say that what happens to Ewan McGregor's character Jerome had my eyebrow so far up my forehead it almost made me look like I had really, really short bangs. He acted WONDERFULLY in this movie. His pain while outside this woman's door was gut wrenching. The sex was .. wow .. And the storyline was awesome. I just..the ending blew my mind. We had the same reaction we did after we watched this French movie called The Piano Teacher. It left us feeling weird, sort of out of it. I recommend it to anyone who can find it and watch it. It's worth what I paid to buy it. The soundtrack was really unique as well and I'd be curious to know if I can find it online. |
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| Sunday, April 13th, 2003 |
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Hey. Just wanted to give a greeting to |
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| Sunday, April 6th, 2003 |
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Maxwell Leather Demon Rock Handjive! Muwhaa! I am off to bed. Will comment later. Ten feet tall better walk it back down. - Velvet Goldmine |
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| Wednesday, April 2nd, 2003 |
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I finally did my first attempt at customizing my livejournal. I figured it was about time. Kind of basic, but I am really happy with the way it turned out. And who better to make a layout with other than.. Joaquin! Mm. Yummy. |
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I was so bored that I joined up a slash writing community. -grins- Why not? I've been pondering doing it for a while to give myself some writing exercises. Yeah. Riiiight. Writing exercises. I just got a lot of dirty stuff in my mind. Heh. I really like the idea of getting little topics to post about in a certain amount of minutes. I saw a few of my friends works over there and it looked pretty fun. Oh! No! I am going over to the dark side. I only used to roleplay out this stuff with Tiff, now it's time to share. Muwhahahahaha. |
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| Saturday, March 29th, 2003 |
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Guess what I am doing in about six hours? Getting up with Tiff to go get my birthday present even though it isn't until April 4th. Because I found out only last night that I must get it tomorrow morning or it may be gone or suck in seating. What might this mysterious gift be that I had no idea of? DAVE MATTHEWS BAND TICKETS!!!!!!!! Oh happy day!! |
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Taken from Silverthoughts. I beat your ass, girl. ( BATTLE ME CHODES! Muwhahaha! ) |
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| Thursday, March 27th, 2003 |
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I think this is such a great song. I had to share. From Dogma, about God. I am the harm which you inflict. I am your brilliance and frustration. I'm the nuclear bombs if they're to hit. I am your immaturity and your indignance. I am your misfits and your praised. I am your doubt and your conviction. I am your charity and your rape. I am your grasping and expectation. I see you averting your glances. I see you cheering on the war. I see you ignoring your children, And I love you still. And I love you still. I am your joy and your regret. I am your fury and your elation. I am your yearning and your sweat. I am your faithless and your religion. I see you altering history. I see you abusing the land. I see you, your selective amnesia, And I love you still. And I love you still. Haaaaaaaaahh I see you averting your glimpses. I see you cheering on the war. I see you ignoring your children, And I love you still. And I love you still. I see you altering history. I see you abusing the land. I see you, your selective amnesia, I love you still. And I love you still. I am your tragedy and your fortune. I am your crisis and delight. I am your profits and your prophets. I am your art, I am your vice. I am your death and your decisions. I am your passion and your plight. I am your sickness and convalescence. I am your weapons and your light. I see you holding your grudges. I see you gunning them down. I see you silencing your sisters, And I love you still. And I love you still. I see you lie to your country. I see you forcing them out. I see you blaming each other, And I love you still. And I love you still. I see you holding your grudges. I see you gunning them down. I see you silencing your sisters, I love you still. I love you still. I see you lie to your country. I see you forcing them out. I see you blaming each other. I love you still. I love you still. I see you. Still - Alanis Morrisette |
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| Thursday, March 20th, 2003 |
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The war started. No matter what anyone said or will say, the war started. That's all I can really say about it right now. |
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| Tuesday, March 18th, 2003 |
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Found out some information tonight that totally has my panties in a bunch. For lack of a better way to put it. There is a point where common sense should be a tangible thing that is able to reach up and smack you upside your head. How do you stop someone from setting themselves on a path of drama and hurt when you've basically said everything you can? Impossible. To quote a friend of mine, "Fuck it." |
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| Thursday, March 13th, 2003 |
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Isn't it amazing what hearing from some friends can do to cheer you up? I am in a much better mood. Got some worries in the back of my mind, but things are improving. Caroline, I hope you stick to the plan you, Heather and I discussed over the phone. I think you will do so much better. Hang in there, fate always has a way of taking care of you. |
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| Wednesday, March 12th, 2003 |
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I am embarrassed to even admit to being tied in with a Congress or a White House that would be that childish. To name French fries "Freedom" fries in protest? Wow! That'll really prove our dissatisfaction! While making us look like we're about two years old. For crying outloud. That is probably one of the stupidest things I have ever heard of coming out of their mouths. Besides just about all the crap they are spewing that is. I am afraid to ask what is next, because these morons could really surprise me and pull something even more stupid out of their asses. I got it! Damn those Russians! We should rename vodka to Freedom juice because they oppose what we are doing too. While we're at it let's name beer Freedom brew. That'll get them. Make them realize that we are superior to their intelligence that we can come up with this crap. If this moron gets elected for another four years I want to move to Europe. To FRANCE more specifically. But not if they stoop so low as to name McDonald's (all I could think of when it comes to all-American in France) LeDonald's or something. Buffoons. The whole lot of them. |
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| Friday, March 7th, 2003 |
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Ten Things I miss... 1] my grandmother 2] my childhood friends 3] my family 4] my friends in New Orleans 5] New Orlens 6] warm winters 7] The Cure concerts (-shrug- This CD reminds me how much I want them to tour again) 8] Bourbon Street bars 9] having two days off 10] having a job I love Nine Things I hate... 1] racism 2] liars 3] war 4] George Dubya Bush 5] pain 6] disease 7] people who chew loudly 8] people who talk in the movie theatres 9] cold shoulders Eight Things I love... 1] God 2] Tiffany 3] family 4] friends 5] writing 6] music 7] freedom 8] magic Seven things I remember the most... 1] sleeping next to my great-grandmother as a child listening to hymns on the radio 2] when I found myself close to God 3] the night my father drove around looking for my mother with me in the car, he was crying and Uptown Girl by Billy Joel was playing on the radio 4] my great-grandfather smiling at me and our conversation we had before he left for a hunting trip. he didn't come back alive. he had an anurism in the place, doing the thing, he always said he wanted to be at/doing when he died. 5] the day i moved away from my daughter 6] the night i got off a greyhound bus and met the person who i am going to spent the rest of my life with. 7] my first trip to New Orleans. Six things I want to do eventually... 1] visit Europe (Italy, France, England, Greece, etc) 2] visit Egypt 3] publish a book 4] have a nice apartment/house/whatever 5] marry the person I am with 6] return to New Orleans to live there Five songs I can hear over and over... 1] "Don't Drink The Water" by Dave Matthews Band 2] "Mountain Of Love" by uh I'll put it in later, I forget 3] "Come What May" by Nicole Kidman and Ewan McGregor in Moulin Rouge 4] "I'll Fall With Your Knife" by Peter Murphy 5] "Night Like This" by The Cure Four Words that describe me... 1] talented 2] devoted 3] truthful 4] idealistic Three things I want to change... 1] my living situation - new apartment: here or in New Orleans 2] my enthusiasm in my writing - lacking it seriously 3] quit smoking Two people I want to disappear... 1] George Dubya Bush 2] Osama bin Laden One thing I want... 1] to live a long, healthy life being close to God |
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| Thursday, March 6th, 2003 |
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Today I tried to pretend I was a tree, apparently. While changing out a canister of CO2 at work, I wasn't told I had to shut the thing off. It wasn't out, out like I thought it was. Oh no. There was enough in there to blast me right in the face. What do you do when you are surprised like that? GASP! Well, folks, I took in a huge breath of carbon dioxide. Needless to say, I couldn't breathe right. Went into a panic attack and went outside to sit and try to get some fresh air. A firetruck visit later and they tell me that I am fine after checking me out. That the carbon dioxide wasn't that much, but it is heavy and all I can do is breathe it out since I wasn't reacting too badly. My nerves took it the worst. Mental note: Turn the thing off next time. |
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| Sunday, March 2nd, 2003 |
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This is a general rant post, but it does have a great ending. Let's go. I'm a manager of a restaurant inside of a bowling center. We have the State Tournament of this year. That translates into any serious bowler in Oregon being in our center. About 100-250 +/- people per day every Saturday and Sunday from this weekend til June 1st. A lot of people. Indeed. It would go all well and smooth if I had intelligent people working for me. I HAVE MORONS! There are about two other people I can rely on. The others are just friggin' monkeys who can't even think for themselves much less reach around and pull that stick out of their asses and get to work! God. Besides the fact that I got crap --yes, real crap-- on the bottom of my Converses and it grosses me out too much to wear them because I can't get the last part of it off, which means that for the last two days I've spent about twenty hours on my feet in HEELED boot thingies. I just really am a bit crabby. On the bright side. I got APPROVED FOR MY VACATION today. Tiffany and I will be leaving for New Orleans the last week of June or the first week of July. Voratus, Cordevelour.. Can we crash, please? We'll work something out closer to that date. That makes it all worth while. |
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| Saturday, February 22nd, 2003 |
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I now have Mona Mayfair hair. Damn. Fiery Red is what it said on the box, it delivered! Can't wait to see what it looks like when it is dry. |
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| Wednesday, February 19th, 2003 |
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This is wrong. With each passing day, I'm more scared. Guess I can sum up how I feel by this: Fire The sun is well asleep Moon is high above Fire grows from the east How is this Hate so deep Lead us all so blindly killing killing Fools we are If hate's the gate to peace This is the last stop For raining tears War The only way to Peace I don't fall for that Raining tears You're righteous, so righteous You're always so right Go ahead and dream Go ahead believe that you are the chosen one Raining tears Oh no Gracious even God Bloodied the cross Your sins are washed enough Mother's cry "Is hate so deep Must a baby's bones This hungry fire feed?" As smoke clouds roll in The symphony of death This is the last stop Scream Right is wrong now Shut up you big lie This black and white lie You comb your hair to hide Your lying eyes You're righteous, so righteous You're always so right But why your lie Go ahead and dream Go ahead believe that you are the chosen one This is the last stop Here there's more than is showing up Hope that we can break it down It's not so black and white You're righteous You're righteous You're righteous You're always so right There you are nailing a good tree Then say forgive me, forgive me Why Raining tears This is the last stop Here there is more than is showing up Hope that we can break it down It's not so black and white Last Stop - Dave Matthews Bush should fight his own war. If he is so headstrong on this, he should be in the front lines when this happens -- not if --. Get his rich ass out there with a gun and a deathwish and let him fight. Yeah right. That'll happen as quickly as I will win the lottery. Which is saying a lot because I don't even play that shit. This all boils down to politics and old grudges. If we'd have left them alone in the beginning, took care of our nation and our people then we wouldn't have been in this mess to begin with. Or maybe we would be, but it would have been for different reasons. Now, we're in so deep. I don't want men and women and children to die for a group of fanatics. I don't want our people to die over there, be cremated --they are talking about doing that, you know? cremating those who die over there before they are returned here -- before being sent home to be mourned by their families. For what? For this nation? No. I don't believe that. For a president who has been trigger happy ever since he got into the seat. |
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LiveJournal for voodoogirl.
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