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(not living, just killing time.)
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[25 Jul 2005|05:06pm] |
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i made a new livejournal, and the name is ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) nonimportance.
will be deleting this one very soon.
lalalove you,
maryann
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[24 Jul 2005|02:05pm] |
hitotsume no kotoba wa yume
nemuri no naka kara
mune no oku no kurayami wo sotto
tsuredasu no
futatsume no kotoba wa kaze
yukute wo oshiete
kamisama no ude no naka e
tsubasa wo aoru no
tokete itta kanashii koto wo
kazoeru you ni
kin'iro no ringo ga
mata hitotsu ochiru
mita koto mo nai fuukei
soko ga kaeru basho
tatta hitotsu no inochi ni
tadoritsuku basho
mita koto mo nai fuukei
soko ga kaeru basho
tatta hitotsu no inochi ni
tadoritsuku basho
furui mahou no hon
tsuki no shizuku yoru no tobari
itsuka aeru yokan dake
we can fly
we have wings
we can touch floating dreams
call me from so far
through the wind
in the light
mittsume no kotoba wa hum ..
mimi wo sumashitara
anata no furueru ude wo
sotto tokihanatsu
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[23 Jul 2005|02:13pm] |
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i miss a hand-full of people all the time now, consistantly, and i think i need to hang out with them very soon: Evan, Arielle, Melissa, Rachel and Vanessa... i feel as though these are the few people that i have come to truly miss over summer, even though i have spent some time with Evan, Rachel and Vanessa. i should definitely call Arielle and Melissa soon, before it's too late.
i got my future assignment for living quarters at Western in the Fall too. my housemate's name is Zoey, she's from Seattle, and we'll be living in the Fairhaven dormitories, just where i wanted to be. i'm so excited. i'm hoping to meet her soon in August.
the future is looking sweet, though the present is rather bland. i need to go to work soon, to serve people water and anything else they prefer. i'll get home smelling of curry and chai, take a shower, and then dream about a future far away from this place, with new people but old friends, of freedom and traveling and music and learning and life beyond these walls, and one close to my heart, a familiar lover, with whom i cannot wait to share my everything.
lalalove you,
maryann
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[21 Jul 2005|05:37pm] |
Getting to go to the Beck concert with Evan was so much fun, and I think that most of the reason for that is just because it was with him. We went out to Sushi Tama for dinner before hand, and we had an amazingly huge dinner; it was delicious, and we had mochi ice cream and ginger ice cream for dessert too! Then we went up to Seattle and got to the Paramount more early than we though we would have, and were able to just cuddle and talk until the intro. bands came on. I decided I really didn't care much for le tigre. They use rainbows, liberalism and femminism as a gimmick, and that was just annoying. Beck had a really interesting set, and even incorperated a strange dinner sequence into his acoustic set that made it really innovative and interesting.
After the concert we went and ate some super good nachos at Taco Delmar. I would never have guessed that their nachos would be so yummy. When we got bacm from the concert we watched a bit of Spirited Away and then fell asleep very sweetly.
The next morning we were up early and we bought NIN tickets for the Key Arena in September. I'm really excited for this show actually. It should be a real riot. After that we went and met Vanessa at Regal Cinema and we saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, which I really loved. It was wickedly funny and quite new and fun. I loved Johnny Depp's creepiness in it too. It's nothing like the original, but I think that's part of its charm.
Before I go on, I want to make sure that you know this: Evan, thank you for the lovely time. I had so much fun.
After the movie I hung out with Vanessa at my house until I had to go to work at India Mahal at around 5. Work wasn't so bad; the people I work with are really nice, aside from the slight language barrier. And I feel my boss likes me, which is always nice. I got to get off of work early, so I had dinner with Evan at I Love Bento. We had nabe yaki udon, and it was really good (thank you, darling).
Aside from all those great things, I just had my wisdom teeth (all four of them) pulled out this past Tuesday. I hate this hideous "soft" diet I'm on, but I'm surviving. I'm really happy I don't look like a chipmunk.
Evan just got this job in construction, and I get to go to work again tomorrow. Hooray for making money that we will save up together in order to go on a trip to Europe or Asia sometime soon.
I hope everybody is doing well.
lalalove you,
Maryann
ps - Don't forget: eat at India Mahal Fridays, Saturdays, and Tuesdays from 5pm to 10pm!
pps -I'm not too suprised I got "hippie" on that survey just now, hah.
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[21 Jul 2005|05:25pm] |
Hippie
You are 0% Rational, 85% Extroverted, 0% Brutal, and 28% Arrogant. |
You are the Hippie! Characterized by a strong sense of extroversion, irrationality, gentleness, and humility, you no doubt frolic through fields preaching peace and love to all! You are probably either very spiritual or needlessly paranoid about "the man", like most hippies, as a result of your focus on intuition and feelings over cold, brutal logic. You are also very, very social. And like any hippie, who would have no qualms about hitchiking across the country just to meet some interesting people, you too love to interact with others, even complete strangers. Because we know most any hippie is peace-loving and humble, it stands to reason that you, as well, are terribly gentle and humble, almost to the point of revulsion. Your carefree attitude of peace and harmony is probably very, very sickening to realists or cynics or anyone who isn't a hippie, to tell the truth. In short, your personality is defective because you are overly emotional, extroverted, gentle, and humble--thus making you an annoying hippie. And you listen to psychadelic rock and smoke a whole lot of pot. Okay, maybe not, but I wouldn't be surprised if you did.
To put it less negatively:
1. You are more INTUITIVE than rational.
2. You are more EXTROVERTED than introverted.
3. You are more GENTLE than brutal.
4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.
Compatibility:
Your exact opposite is the Sociopath.
Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Hand-Raiser, the Televangelist, and the Robot.
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If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well. Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits.
The other personality types:
The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant. |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 0% on Rationality |
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You scored higher than 84% on Extroversion |
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You scored higher than 0% on Brutality |
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You scored higher than 20% on Arrogance |
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| UPDATE |
[14 Jul 2005|11:29pm] |
well, i just got my first job as a waitress at my favorite restaurant, India Mahal. i get to start working on Saturday night. i work 5-10pm, so all you losers out there craving some exotic curry should come out and eat at India Mahal, and don't forget to tip!
i'm excited for tomorrow more though: it's me and Evan's 7 month anniversary, and we're going to see Beck at the Paramount in Seattle to celebrate. i'm SO excited! and saturday morning we're going to go get tickets to see NIN at the Key Arena in september. it's going to be amazing.
not much else has happened that's exciting in my life, so i hope you all are doing well.
live long and prosper.
lalalove you,
maryann
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[12 Jul 2005|11:03pm] |
the moon and stars turned to the sun and sky and wondered out loud,
"when does dawn turn into dusk?"
and the sun and sky wondered back,
"do you mean 'when do i end and you begin?'"
the moon and stars replied,
"yes."
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[10 Jul 2005|05:38pm] |
that last icon is truly very sexy....
lalalove you,
maryann
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[09 Jul 2005|12:12pm] |
I'd rather dance with you than talk with you
So why don't we just move into the other room
There's space for us to shake, and hey, I like this tune
Even if I could hear what you said
I doubt my reply would be interesting for you to hear
Because I haven't read a single book all year
And the only film I saw, I didn't like it at all
I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you
I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you
I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you
The music's too loud and the noise from the crowd
Increases the chance of misinterpretation
So let your hips do the talking
I'll make you laugh by acting like the guy who sings
And you'll make me smile by really getting into the swing
Getting into the swing, getting into the swing
Getting into the swing, getting into the swing
Getting into the swing, getting into the swing...
(Getting into the swing...)
I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you
I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you
I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you
I'd rather dance with you
I'd rather dance with you
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[06 Jul 2005|05:16pm] |
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cum grano salis: with a grain of salt
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[06 Jul 2005|05:02pm] |
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Her looks are such that do not capture the eyes and hearts of men, nor does it stir that green, vicious thing in women who easily find themselves ensnared in self-made traps of jealousy. Hers is not a beauty that makes kings fall to their knees or makes princes slay dragons in cold dusky mornings. In fact, hers is a beauty that speaks to only those who listen. Her name is such that is often mispronounced. It is not a name that curries greatness or wonders or spontaneity or any such thing. Rather it makes one think on red ripe cherries with their stems twirled in knots and white fluffy sweetness. She lives but never breathes. She dreams but never sleeps. She plays but never loses. She wants to be touched and to touch. She wants to feel and to always get hurt. Her world is watery oasis; the ocean is her mother. Once she was afraid of the coral reef and waves, but a boy taught her how to swim after she accidentally fell into his sea-salty blue eyes. Together they exist in that place through the looking glass they call Neverland. Her mouth tastes of coffee but her lips are all sugar and cream. She calls herself the moon but in the end she is just a stereotypical indie girl who's in love with the sun who's really that boy with the vast ocean-eyes.
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| meat is murder |
[01 Jul 2005|11:58am] |
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 Thom is featured in a new film called Eat This! which is a documentary that explores the reality behind the livestock industry, and the ethics of eating meat.
Inspired by Michael Moore's Bowling for Columbine and Morgan Spurlock's Supersize Me documentaries, Eat This! is a collage of vox pops, animation, guerilla reportage and interviews with experts and celebrities.
In his interview, Thom outlines the reasons he stopped eating meat: "A list of things I guess. First thing was Meat is Murder, The Smiths. The second thing was getting sick all the time every time I ate meat -just getting sick a lot and the third thing was I started going out with this girl and I wanted to impress her so I pretended I'd been vegetarian all along and I immediately felt a lot better, a lot healthier. I was concerned, as many people are, about that you're not going to get all the things you need in your diet, you're going to get sick all the time, but the exact opposite happened to me, so I never looked back, it was never a problem straight off."
Asked whether teenagers should care about factory farming, Thom retorts, "Yeah, they should care that society deems it necessary to create this level of suffering in order for them to eat food that they don't need, they should care about that. There is enough suffering in the world and if you choose to physically ingest it, then you should at least be aware of what you're doing rather than assuming that that's your right as a human being to do it."
OUI
JA
YES
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[29 Jun 2005|10:48pm] |
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clothes undone
strewn across the motel floor
you are naked
maddeningly so
with naught but your identity
to lose
as our lips touch
your breath quickens
and I go to grip the edge of
the four-post bed
I strip you of your last article
and you are no longer
who you used to be
now you’re cheap wine
and the creaking of
old mattress springs
while the room next door
( pretends not to listen )
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[29 Jun 2005|04:35pm] |
“The Wicked Well Part I”
the feeling of eyes gone dry as parchment
but with less feeling or expression,
unable to let go of what you know is true.
words can say a lot, you know -
make no mistake of this.
wanting to say so much but then
held back by automatic trap doors
shutting as quickly as slow-moving lightning.
quite unable to express that
which is most important.
think of all the times when
that which should've been said was
left unvoiced, untouched, unbelieved
and yet completely yearned after,
completely sought for and then ignored.
what is a lie?
defined in standards yet to be observed
by the naked eye it can be said that
a lie is not that which is not true,
but rather it is that which
those most concerned would like
to hear above all else; lies are things told to
keep peace of mind, I say, like sunsets in the distance
and on the horizon, bellying the
disgustingness of all with much majesty.
orange and red with a hint of blue and purple,
all emblazoned across the
sky with broad and hostile strokes,
clouds roughly pushed aside to make room
for a thousand-dollar view, for colors that
echo loudly in jaded ears.
I've gone deaf. The caliber of my own words
have forced me to do so.
harsh harsh harsh they were,
forcing rats out from their lairs,
filthy lairs, lairs from deep within,
sending them scurrying across the cold damp floors
that drip with their excrement.
i've gone deaf. nonsense and nonimportance
still ringing in these ears that can hear no more.
indecision, decision, division, disgust -
oh, how the world loves liars, with
their gilded chairs and peppermint tongues,
with their hands gone limp with lack of lovemaking.
their hands point at the most unlikely and unwilling of messiahs
“The Wicked Well Part II”
"Do not damn the wicked well
whose shallow depths doth dwindle
into nothing," the Prophet cried.
"Blame those who steal away
with buckets full so quickly
into town."
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[28 Jun 2005|01:59am] |
There you are
Far from me
Dreaming a dream I could never see
Of a shooting star
And a heartfelt plea
To go away into the deep sultry sea.
Here I am
Far from you
Dreaming a dream that’s lovely and true
Of a gentle lamb
And a subtle clue
To go away into your eyes so blue.
Loneliness and pain and hardships unknown
Cannot reach us now in this world we have sown
Because in this place of just you and me
We have molded our dreams into reality.
All that’s left now is to find one another
And that’s how we’ll stay, me with you, my star-crossed lover.
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[28 Jun 2005|01:33am] |
Sweet thing, I hope I have not led you astray,
Made you think I was as right for you as the sun is for the day,
For the cleansing rays of the sun I certainly am not.
In contrast I am rather cold and indeed I am not hot.
No, I am not the sun; I am a different kind of light,
One that’s gentle, sweet as cream and tarries in the night.
I am gentle like the Reaper who deals death with his hands so clean.
I am sweet like a poison you do not taste and subtly goes unseen.
Tarry in the night I do, tarry in the dark,
But there are things you do not know of me so listen closely: hark!
I. I am not nearly as strong as you think I am, for your touch makes me feel so weak.
II. I am not as righteous as you think I am, for your tongue can make me think things I could never speak.
III. I am not nearly as steadfast as you think I am, for missing you makes me stagger.
IV. I am not as gentle as you think I am, for to get to you I would wield a dagger.
Why is it that I say these things, tell the secrets of my heart to you?
It is because I am a woman, sweet thing, a woman trite and true,
And I am not the sun rising simply to make your future bright—
I am the moon, the sultry moon, a very different kind of light.
I am the moon, the loving moon, rising to make your darkest hours bright.
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| the sky on her better days |
[28 Jun 2005|01:26am] |
I am so sorry I am so
consumed,
as if I were entrapped
by bewildered, apologetic
eyes, blue as the
sky on her better days,
blue as my lingering
thoughts, but
never the color of
my present ones.
No, my present thoughts
are very quiet and are
the color of smiling
kisses
and hidden discussion, the
color of a surprise
sneaking up on you
quite delightfully,
the color of long
embraces on
windswept rainy mornings,
the color of feet moving
rhythmically and lovely downed hair,
of fingers tracing sweet
nothings into cream-heavy
skin, of watercolor
paints mixed
haphazardly.
So really these thoughts
are not just any one color;
these thoughts,
they are everything all at once:
these thoughts, they are loud
white thoughts that consume
me, and are only
appeased by your
eyes,
blue as the sky
on her better days.
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