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Name: mash
Country: United States
State: chicago :( just kidd
Birthday: 12/4/1985
Interests: sleeping, eating, scratching, sniffing, walking (bare foot- yeah!), watching, listening, giving, taking, talking, breathing, smoking, running, jumping, playing, reading, camping, blogging, browsing, wasting, hoarding, writing. *sigh*
Expertise: ...i procrastinate.
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  akishima anaki
Member Since:
2/9/2003
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| yes. this will be solution to all of my problems. i must eat the
proverbial frog, and all will be well. instead, i just ate this tangerine thang
and my face feels all funny and warm. and i am not eating
the frog, cause i am sitting here writing a pointless entry instead
of vacuuming my flithy rugs. then i gotta get my laundry. then i
gotta fold it. sheeiit... this day's tasks won't ever end. perhaps i'll reward
myself with a smoke and a movie if i get my silly little chores done
today. sigh. i'm restless and lonely, and i miss my therapist christine...
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| LADIES (white ladies?) : it is IMPERATIVE that you never (and i mean never,
unless you come in contact with some unwanted fluids or somthing) soap
your cooch. just wash daily with water. got it? good.
http://www.aafp.org/afp/990315ap/990315d.html
p.s. i could be wrong. just thought i'd get the info out there to any/all who are curious, etc. good luck.
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| lazy bum, sorta.
life
is good. i have been home for the past week, doing nothing, and
it has been brilliant. last thursday, the first, was the last day
i had worked until yesterday, the 7th. in between those days, i
left queens once (only to come straight back) and forest hills about
three times (once to the bar and back, the second time to some sushi
bar on francis lewis blvd. and the third was tuesday when i went to
target, the mall, and home depot). all in all this week has been
very good. i stayed home, lounged around, rode my bike, saw great
movies (harry potter, paths of glory,
casablanca). i guess life is easy cheesy when you've got nothing to do
but bum around. i have [almost] completely cleaned my room, and
this time i really mean it! all is dusted and shiny and my bedroom
looks almost bare.
i have three boxes left to unpack. today i didn't get much done,
but i have begun tackling a very big and
heavy box, in which i have found some funny things, including a story i
wrote almost 11 years ago to the date (on dec. 14, 1994) in the fourth
grade. i think it was for vocabulary or something, cause i have
certain words and terms underlined. here it goes:
King Aurthor, Queen Isabela,
& Prince Valiant
Once
there was a King & Queen that ruled England. Their names
were, "King Aurthor &ueen Isabela". They were very happy
together. Soon they were blessed with a son, which they named
Valiant, after his great, great grandfather.
Valiant (known
mostly as prince valiant) grew very quickly and learned fast and had
alot of knowlage in his head, in fact, Valiant was even smarted than
the school master, so he had no need to become an apprentice.
Soon after Prince Valiant was grown, his father sent him to the "New World" and said that now he was king and ruling the thirteen colonies. The New England colonies, the middle colonies, and the southern colonies.
When Prince Valiant married, his
wife demanded that they should have a slave or two, she was lazy, but
beautiful, so he bought two slaves.
Prince Valiant's neighbor, a colonist, just had an ordinary indentured servent
and insisted the prince, or should I say king, to let the poor slaves
go. Prince Valiant thought about this for a long time and finally
made a decision. Since he was so wise, he let the slaves take
some of his gold so they could cross the Atlantic Ocean and go home.
As for his wife, he divorsed her and married a young woman that was gental, and kind, and beautiful.
Later on, he called an assembly that he now had a new daughter, Isabela.
This was apparently
how i thought and wrote when i was 9 years old. glad to see not
much has changed since then, except maybe my facts and my
spelling (which was pretty damn good, i'd say). oh , and yes, i
did use those enormous letters at the
beginning of each paragraph. and i drew a littleheart balloon
underneath "the end" with a big bow attached to the string. oh,
memories...
tomorrow is my last day off. i'm back at work starting saturday for
basically all of the next two weeks except sundays. no bigs. i
think i'll be done with my room by tomorrow, and it's about damn time.
ooh, i can't wait (excited! ). after
this, a huge weight will finally be lifted and i'll finally feel like i
can do all i've wanted to do all these months that i've been home (and
with only 4 months left before i go back to school!) i will have one
(or one hundred) final hoorahs and do a fantastically brilliant
stupendous "new" thing each week. i hope. and i'll get crackin on
those scholarship applications.
p.s. i want to buy a deli slicer. but i won't.
p.p.s i want to go to clown school. | | |
| i saw the best movie at film forum last night, only to come home to watch the worst movie, ever. the former, Classe Tous Risques (pronounced class-two-reesk... many funny renditions by film forum partrons). anywho, it's this incredibly sexy and human movie about this gangster (lino ventura) who is wanted in paris but wants to return (he and his family have been hiding out all over europe, most recently in milan). things go bad in milan, and he calls his old buddies for help to get him home. they're not too eager to help, though, cause since he's been gone, they've gone straight and rich (due to the fact, ironically, that ventura's character bailed them out of their jams years ago). so they send sexy jean-paul belmondo (playing young crook eric stark) to help him out so they don't get involved in any scandal. ventura gets back to paris on this lamb with no place to go. his former buddies don't seem to give a damn, and so, with the help of stark, he's gotta figure out what to do. this movie is da bomb. i will go see it again at the quad (it's no longer at film forum) before it leaves new york for good.
the bad movie was this awful adaptation of wuthering heights staring juliet binoche and ralph fiennes, chosen by sofiya not only because each star has an impossibly complicated name, but because they are both pretty dashing. unfortunately, their looks alone could not save their weird performaces from peter kosminsky's awful direction. fiennes' heathcliff, instead of being wild and passionate, was cold and brutal and a little crazy. binoche's Cathy was equally lifeless and mean, and seemed to have missed probably the most important element of the whole story: cathy's inability to tear herself away from the polar opposites heathcliff and edgar, because each extreme resides within her. instead, her Cathy is selfish and cruel, and (with the exception of an out-of-character speech she delivers to her maid where she confesses her true feelings for heathcliff) she doesn't seem to give a damn about him. this movie did not even try to convey the unbearable yearning heathcliff and cathy feel for each other in the novel. emily bronte wrote the classic tale of forbidden love, and peter kosminsky directed a movie that resmbles Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf more than it can ever resemble this victorian masterpiece (with the exception, of course, of the beautiful portrail of the english moors... very haunting). yuck.
in other news, i have found that running two browsers at the same time is no good. Mozilla, for being PC World's best product of 2005, you sure can't get along too well with IE (which blows. you blow, IE).
now if you'll excuse me, i think i'm going to go shopping. i mean i am. i am going shopping. for clothes. wish me luck. | | |
| i never felt like more of a dumb jock than i did last
night. my sister cleaned our room pretty well on saturday, enough
to have the desk cleared to do her homework on it.
woah. it just had to be said that the desk i work at STINKS! like
ass. no, really. farts and feet. and i feel bad, cause the lady who
sits here is really nice (she's on her honeymoon) but her desk stinks.
there's a pair of sneakers under the desk with what i'm guessing are
sweat-ladden socks stuffed into them. i just puled out the keyboard
tray and it smelled like total ass. yech!
anywho.. back to yesterday. so, sof's sitting at her desk, reading
wuthering heights, drinking tea out of her sleak metal thermos, and
listening to tchaikovsky. what a total english major nerd she
looked like just then. meanwhile, i had just come home from the home
depot, and sat on my bed watching a rerun of the colbert report
(which was hilarious!), sawing and sanding wood beams and shelves,
dreaming about working on my bike. i realized then that i really want
to go back to school. but i also decided that i want to become a
woodworking hobbyist. and that i need a woodshop.
p.s. the closet structure is due to be completed by this weekend. it
could have been done by today, even yesterday, if i a) had a circular
power saw instead of a manual miter saw and b)didn't have an
annoying (but totally right) neighbor downstairs complaining of noise
at 11pm. sigh. i do need a shop. | | |
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