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Today, I am excited about: Earthquakes, Moons Over My Hammy, and Green Tea.
Today, I am sad about: The Garces Circle (minor fenderbenders), Cellular Mitosis and Meosis, and decision making.

I'm getting the urge to bleach my hair blond again. Tonight, I happen to come across this interview with Barbara Striesand...I guess she grew up with out a father...she said it bothered her her whole life, until one day she realized one day that she would never ever have that experience in her life--that it was an imposibility...so what was the point in suffering about it? I was going right along with her, because I came to the same conclusions about my father a while ago. Then, I realized that she was saying this about her DEAD father...and mine is most definatly still alive and living in the same city. Thanks for opening up an old wound Babs.

Anyway--a better way I talk myself out of the bends is to remember that I am luckier then most--way way luckier. When I think of myself as privilleged, well sadness and complaining just seems so pathetic and ungrateful. Seriously.

Also--I got to eat moons over my hammy tonight for dinner--how can there be tears?

Prision Break

So, I am back from Napa. Had to go up there for a funeral. Phil's grandfather died. I spent a week up there...Napa isnt what I thought it was going to be. Its almost like a minature version of Bakersfield...only the grapes go up the hills instead of growing on flat ground. Whatever...the trip was somewhat of a nightmare for a couple of reasons...it wasnt meant to be a vacation anyway.

I got nothing today. The only thing I'm really excited about at the moment is the new book I got of some of Kerouac's journals (The Windblown World), and this new show on Fox, "Prision Break." Wasnt expecting to like it--but it is somewhat like Oz...with less violence and backdoor action. Plus, as an extra added bonus for Corinne...the main guy is a total hot/genius type. See picture--the cat in blue. Yum. Yay for hot/genius inmates!

Things get pretty pathetic these days. I actually typed that last sentence--sad sad sad.
I hope I see a ghost tonight. That would be rad.

the end of the world...

"Shit shit...who the fuck is shooting us?"
"Oh well, fire missiles!"

"Oh, the Americans are shooting at us--FIRE OUR SHIT!"
"...But I'm le tired..."
"Fine, have a nap--THEN FIRE Z MISSLES!!!!!"

FUCKING HILLARIOUS...I've watched this shit twenty times already yo...Its my pick of the decade.

(You will get it if you watch)

the haps...The Cure...humility

Well...I'm listening to The Cure....and it put me in the mood for words. To the left is Robert of the Cure...excellent band...and I'm not even a goth chick. Never have been...but the Cure is good good times. Excellent even.

So...nothing new...college is a bore...booze is a placebo...(sp?)
And I can't spell--I'm not ashamed. Its just right brained tendancies mixed with a bit of laziness. Again...forgive me for spelling. I care not--you know what I mean. This is a meaninigless post except for the meaning I mean.

"Catch"
By R. Smith (Cure)

Yeah I know who you remind me of
A girl I think I use to know
I'd see her when the days got colder
On those days when it felt like snow

You know, I even think that she stared like you
She use to just stand there and stare
And roll her eyes right up to heaven
and make like I just wasnt there

And she use to fall down alot
That girl was always falling again and again
But I use to sometimes try to catch her
but never even caught her name

(It looks horrible...but listen to the song....it should be every butthurt girls theme)