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| 02:42pm 02/08/2011 |
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In the absence of light in this place (neon, flashing)
there is darkness
it covers the city like you would cover the dead
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| 12:34pm 06/07/2011 |
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So, it's been a while. I guess. And a lot has happened, I suppose.
Patrick and I broke up. This needed to happen for a long time. He's hanging out in Hawaii with this new BMW and I'm here with Dameon. Dameon = boy. I'm getting back to myself. Crazy whirlwind of everything and anything and nothing. This is the craziest summer...evar.
In any case, Should be starting a band soon. I'm more excited about this than I let on to be. Finishing up this next year at school while that gets going and, if all goes well, we'll have a few albums worth of material by that point and we can start touring. Or something. Still bartending, don't even want to talk about it. Drama DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA. Hopefully those drama-knots get all sucked up into the giant dread that is life.
In any case, I'm waiting for my fafsa pin. And I need to do this, and life is wierd here (there) because this is reminiscent.
eh.
buckets,
wez. |
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| 03:52am 30/04/2011 |
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I discovered a new shot tonight.
I reached for the buttershots but instead grabbed the root beer schnapps, and didn't realizse that until halfway through pouring.
SO we added Bailey's, and cream.
And came out with a Root Beer Float.
And it was fabulous.
So we dranmk more.
And we end up with a vaguely inhebriated wez. |
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| 06:05pm 27/04/2011 |
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mood:  contemplative music: Alanis - Ironic.
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Your Political Profile
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Overall: 20% Conservative, 80% Liberal
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Social Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal
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Personal Responsibility: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal
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Fiscal Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal
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Ethics: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal
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Defense and Crime: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal
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Stolen from Lovelady.
So, it's been a while. School's officially over, with only one more obligation. I have to sing for Baccalaureate on Saturday morning. After that, it's moving into Kassi's with three other people and three cats and a mean old poltergeist, where I'll be inhabiting a matress on the floor for the next four months. I'm not sure if I'm going to try to go full-time at the bar or Call the Hessen house back. Downtown bars are BANK. but I really like my job. We'll see. I'll probably have an interview and see what they can do for me.
Hung out with Eric and Brian last night, which was utterly refreshing. I miss Eric. And I need to be around him more. I'll head up to Ames one of these nights when he's not busy because we need to talk. Just sit down and talk because we have some wonderful talks.
Ran into Chris last night... he's got a new little chick on his arm, which is a good thing, I think. Hopefully he's really happy with this one, unlike the last one.
Patrick's got a very good chance to be due home for a few days in about a month. Again, I try not to get my hopes up too much because they usually get shattered, but he said there's no reason why he shouldn't be able to come home, so I'm excited about that. That would be fucking grand.
On much the same note, I think I've been numbing myself to the fact that he's gone. Not so much that... I cry myself to sleep most nights (people look at me wierd when they find the kleenex box at my bedside) and every time I think about him, I tear up. But I'm really learning how to control my hopes... I don't get excited anymore when he says he's coming home. Because he usually doesn't.
le sigh.
Coolest paper I've ever written: www.myspace.com/wezface it's the blog entitled "quite possibly the coolest paper I've ever written" or something of the like. It's fab. Go read. |
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| 12:02am 12/04/2011 |
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The new piece is up.:)
www.wezface.deviantart.com
'id.' Acrylic on canvas, under recent deviations |
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| 02:36am 17/02/2011 |
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I can feel my heart
(theoretically)
as it slows itself
in preparation for my
melancholic hibernation
There were my
grandiose intentions
lost, now
in the presence of nothing
the world.
Your sweet foreign melodies
enslave me like
November
Chemical ambivolence
envelopes my being
and my non.
Hence, there are
tremors
treatable, they say.
the world moves (barely)
to your pulse
your undistinguishable
vibration
So careful as to go unnamed
flashes like
lightning through the
red sheild that is
my chosen oblivion.
I think back to home (gone, now)
and how perhaps it
wasn't so grand as in my dreams |
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| 11:53am 08/02/2011 |
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Buh.
Things were going okay. Now they're just sort of okay, I guess.
I need to get a scale.
Once again, if you're not on my myspace, www.myspace.com/wezface
But I'm going to be coming back here more often.
I need this place back. |
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| 12:32pm 19/01/2011 |
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I have more pics. Because... well, not only because I'm a picture whore, but because I waxed them and then they looked really good, so I took pictures.
( some more )
K. Done now. For a while. Sweear. |
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| 11:07am 12/12/2010 |
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Once again, myspace stole me.
I heart you all, still.
I'm alive.
Call me sometime, bitches.
6413284479 |
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| 02:40pm 01/11/2010 |
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As I've mentioned, myspace has stolen me.
www.myspace.com/wezface
I blog there. It's easier. My new life is there. My old life is here. Perhaps there's some amount of reconciliation to be done between the two.
I got to paint this morning and he will paint today and I will paint tonight, after the little monsters are off in their beds.
paintpaintpaint he inspires me like nothing else has ever inspired me with everything. He makes me want to be. He makes me want to create and write he says you're an amazing writer. He says you write like I think only can't put down.
He is not Patrick. He does not replace patrick. He is my muse, my child, my intensity equal; he is definitely a Scorpio. I miss Patrick. I love patrick.
I want Patrick to come home. |
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| 02:00am 21/10/2010 |
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TrickleMeDown: find yourself a nice jewish girl
TrickleMeDown: settle down
TrickleMeDown: get a house
TrickleMeDown: have s'more kids
TrickleMeDown: cuz you make really really cute babies
ehtnisbaabsinthe: back
TrickleMeDown: :-)
ehtnisbaabsinthe: jewish girl?
TrickleMeDown: sure.
ehtnisbaabsinthe: why a jewish girl
TrickleMeDown: you get all the bacon you want, and you don't have to worry about her eating any of it
ehtnisbaabsinthe: wurd |
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| 04:24pm 19/10/2010 |
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mood:  crazy music: reel big fish
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no! Myspace stole me!
In any case. I miss patrick. A lot. But things are going well other than that. School is okay when I can manage to get there and i'm discovering myself.
I love you all muchly.
I just found a big jelly dildo on my floor by my desk. |
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| 12:28pm 05/10/2010 |
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The light is sickly and yellow like
pus and it reminds me of
disease
infection
sanitary sterile that sick smell of hospitals and urine and there is nothing you can do because you are immobile, even in mind. You cannot move because they do not want you to move and you do not exist outside of this place anymore. You cease to be.
So, haven't been downtown for a while. Gonna go work out after class today. Yeah. Need to do that.
Feel like writing some SoC today so prepare for that later.
Patrick shipped out half hour ago and is now on his first ever plane ride.
I wish him the best. *sigh* |
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| 09:49pm 04/10/2010 |
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Patrick is gone.
I didn't (couldn't) go to class today.
I have a migraine the size of alaska, for the 4th day.
Patrick is gone.
I have the flu.
My whole body aches.
Patrick is gone.
I didn't do a paper that was due today.
I don't have my supplies for my first class tomorrow because I can't find anything in this shithole pit of a room and I can't put my shit away because Roommate number 1's stuff is all over my space which would be okay if stupid ass roommate number 2 didn't decide to MOVE THE FUCK BACK IN
Patrick is gone.
Woe is me. I'll go knit a fucking sweater.
Oh yeah. And I can't see straight and I'm fat. |
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| 11:15am 29/09/2010 |
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Okay, so here it is.
a. I'm sick of drama.
b. I've officially moved in with Liza and both of our shit's strewn all over the floors and it's SO FUCKING NICE not to feel bad about coming home late becuase my roomie's asleep and whatnot because usually liza is coming home with me at 2 a.m.
c. I officially skipped my first class the other day.
d. I'm officially broke and need a job.
I'm going home this weekend. That will be really nice. Though it's not really home (my home is... yes, officially, in a hole in the ground), it feels like home because everyone is there. My family's getting together on Saturday and that will be nice. I miss them. My aunt Sheri took me to Hu Hot last friday (my aunt sheri rocks) and that was lovely. I've never really gone out with her alone. I miss Kate.
Kate! Are you coming to the Stu show?! I can't come see you on Sunday with the rest; I have to sing at an installation for choir. It sucks.:(
I like college. It is okay. In the daytime, I am creatively and intellectually stimulated (though I haven't been doing any work for my college honors class and shit. I have a paper to write by 1:00) and by night I am a.... What should we call ourselves? We are a group of friends that goes downtown to Java Joe's every single night just to see each other. That's just our place. That's who we are. Apparently and according to katie, it is a scene. I didn't know there was a scene. But I guess there is.
This is the scene. www.vaudevillemews.com . This is right next to Java Joe's and if we hear good music and have a few bucks we may go in to see a band.
But I'm piss broke so that's not happening.
I'm going to drink lots of pickle juice, rewrite my resume, and apply at Wells Fargo downtown.
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| 10:49am 23/09/2010 |
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LJ Interests meme results
- bob dylan:
Rawk. Hardcore. Bobbie D is the shizzle. - culture:
I scored a 98 on opinion tolerance. - frolicking:
Who doesn't like to frolick? - ignorance:
Is nice sometimes. - manic depression:
Sucks sometimes. - pandas:
Pandas are really fucking cute. - radiohead:
Radiohead rocks my socks off. - smurfs:
blue people. How do you NOT love a blue person? - the moon:
mooooooooooon! - zen:
Something I aspire to, sure.
Enter your LJ user name, and 10 interests will be selected from your interest list.
I stole that from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tee_geay. TJ rocks. He should come to Pop Saves New Orleans tonight. And see me.
So yes. I fell on my ass last night, 40 mph down a parking garage ramp, and bruised my tailbone. It hurts like hell. I modeled for drawing class this morning and it hurt. I can't sit right. I walk like I have a corncob stuck up my ass.
Judged the poetry slam Tuesday and it rocked. Need to do my homework... read.. Buh. I have a voice lesson in 10 minutes. Huzzah, eh.
I miss Dano and Josh and I kind of with they would come see me. I should go see them sometime. I think I will. I should take Nat over there this weekend. Hm.
Patrick's updates in his journal: herbal_drinker
All for now. Toodles.
Oh. Yes. Tonight, late, is Pop Saves New Orleans at the Mews. You should all come. Brad's band will be there, and Brandon's band as well. And it will be good. |
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| 11:11am 21/09/2010 |
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I found ( these pictures )
of me at HOIAC this spring and i think I look pretty. I think I have definitely gained weight. I think I'm still trying to cope with the fact that that might, in fact, be okay.
If I looked through all my old notebooks and files that I don't have anymore and logs somewhere www I bet I could find exactly what weight I was that day. I'm guessing it was somewhere close to 15 pounds less than my log would say today (if I had the guts to have a log anymore). I'm guessing I hated it then.
I'm going to go to lunch today. I will walk into the cafeteria and have the nice black man swipe my ID card. I will take a tray off the pile, get some silverware, and put a plate on my black tray. I will choose what I want to eat. I will make my crystal light and lemonade concoction by the breakfast bar. I may or may not visit the salad bar; I may or may not eat dessert. I will finish my meal. I may or may not chat with a friend I may or may not find there. I will send my tray and empty dishes rolling down the small ramp into the kitchen. I will hear the clash of dishes and plastic and i will leave, walk up the stairs and outside and possibly smoke.
It sounds so fucking simple. |
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