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(no subject) [Dec. 4th, 2007|01:44 am]
A year, I guess. I get no pleasure writing in here. Nothing has changed, nothing miraculous. Sleep, moving, misery. I have nothing else really to say.
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(no subject) [Apr. 15th, 2007|08:26 pm]
I love our school. Bomb threats and gas leaks and great teachers and way too much Dunkin Donuts, I love it all. I guess I really shouldn't admit that, but whatever, i think i'm going to miss good old Norwood High School. Have you ever reached the point with other people that you just feel like there's nothing to say anymore? It's strange. I Also might be doing my strange Season Changing Nervous Feelings Erupting thing.

I'm so excited for July 21st.
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(no subject) [Mar. 19th, 2007|08:23 pm]
[Tunes: |Keep Smilin' - Gnarls Barkley]

One thing that i love is that whenever i go to my friends page i have the usual, quizzes bitching loving ect, ect, ect, ect, and then i get to my friend Ben's page, who i've known since we wrestled on a baby blanket as out mothers played hammer dulcimer music, and theres all this erotic Harry Potter fanfiction and sexual pictures and talk about capes. I sincerely love it. It is my goal to make my page very similar to this. Nothing that i have to say can compare with horny wizards. Amen.

I feel good. I feel really good. This might be because it's snowing and i spent an hour outside reliving christmas and swearing and twirling, but also because i'm coming out of my unconsious "lets-separate-now-so-it-doesn't-hurt-later" thing. I get into these emotional spells, kind of like mental epilepsy, but i don't have to wear a helmet. It's ok. It's snowing.

Today i was driving with Dianne and Brian dropped me home and i checked the mail and i saw "BIG WHITE PACKAGE!" so i say hey! to Brian and Dianne, who was oddly intrigued, and jump up only to discover a Sears envelope. Telling us to buy a sink garbage disposal.

Punks. College will come. It will work. It will not. Oh well.

Where is my USB Cable!!!?!?!
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(no subject) [Feb. 24th, 2007|12:11 am]
[Moods: |Daniel Handler is a Mood.]

Seriously? Honestly? (even though i'm not good with either adverb) I've been disappointed for a long time. There's no place to go and someone smirking across from me is holding a red checker full of malice. Wow. That's such a stupid sentence. I wish the backspace had the ability to delete more than words.

Furthermore: I have twenty three letters in my name

Rebecca Aderienne Beukman
Beat that, Jim Carrey.
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(no subject) [Feb. 7th, 2007|10:01 pm]
[Current Location |Snow]
[Moods: |Bah Humbug]
[Tunes: |Stuff]

(What do you call a daed baby hanging on a wall)

I got in a bitch fight today. I did not like it. I am not a bitch fight girl. I fight in the seedy underbelly. It's more fun that way. I do feel, however, that I have started a revolutionary spirit. and i like that.

And, also, i love Mr. Veale, he's such a cool guy. I was so angry and i threw my shoe and he told me exactly what i should do and then made me laugh during the battle when i was furious and inarticulate. I really don't like being angry. It's not a feeling i'm generally inclined to, it makes me feel silly and generic

I need to look up the word Esoteric. Anyway. During school we had to go sing for a real estate convention which was really really funny and then later i met a really pompous British man who sounded exactly like Hugh Grant.

I really hate that i can't find my USB cable. I finished the Rubik's cube!

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(no subject) [Jan. 23rd, 2007|05:48 pm]
Today in Music Theory we talked for a long time about our character flaws. According to Ms. Withiam, who is a self-proclaimed snob and judgemental person, everyone has two, or more, and everyones didn't really surprise me. My flaw is strange. Dan Mahoney and I are surprising similar, i guess. Although i don't like Argentina as much as he does. Something in the water.

. . . . I think too much.
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(no subject) [Jan. 14th, 2007|11:20 pm]
It's really frustrating that only a few people can handle that witty thing.
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(no subject) [Jan. 14th, 2007|05:59 pm]
[Tunes: |Dashboard, or something by Modest Mouse that i heard on FNX]

Aside from books and shoes, i really dislike shopping. The crying kids, bitchy people stressing over sales and returns, i just hate it, i never liked it. I think i get that from my dad. Conversely, i love driving it makes me feel powerful. It's kind of my form of mind-altering drugs, it clears my head and helps me think. I think i also get that from my dad.

Everythings pretty much over now, Madrigal stuff, Christmas, New Years, my college applications, my favorite part of the year, everything. I've been really tired and grouchy recently, and i think the lack of snow and cold really messes with me, as stupid as that sounds. I've also realized that my cooking impediment is genetic and not some individual mutation that mocks me everytime i pick up a spatula. Things are hard but are getting better. College things are over, blah blah blah.

Why am i always just killing time?

I think i'm going ice skating on Monday.
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(no subject) [Dec. 27th, 2006|04:12 pm]
Point blank: I should never go into churches. ever. I am untirely unprepared, emotionally and religiously, to deal with a church where i had to a) sit by myself for the majority of a 2 hour service in a very uncomfortable bench, where b) you don't clap after a very long musical number, leaving me the only one clapping (enthusiastically) for the loudest millisecond of my life, and c) where i can't help my dad, who had to put out the candles with the candle snuffer outter thing, by just blowing the candles out. Apparently blowing out, (or blowing anything, for that matter) is looked down upon by the Catholic Church. actually the Episcopal church. The Jesus church, ok?


I'm leaving, i'm glad. I'm tired of most everyone. I can't wait to not be here, which is strange, since i love being home. I'm taking books and applications and a worried face, so most likely i'll just blend in with the rest of the college kids. Assuming i have some pretentious cup of coffee in my hand at all times.

Wow, i'm a grump when i wake up.

Postscript: Yul won Survivor. Punk.
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(no subject) [Dec. 23rd, 2006|05:34 pm]
[Moods: |contentcontent]
[Tunes: |Guns of Brixton- Clash]

I really hate the sound of clattering pots and pans. It's such a terrible, claning, dissonant sound. Anyway. My mom is making potato latkes. Chanukah is over. Whatever. I got all of my Holiday presents, for better or for worse. I also went into Building 19 3/4 (seriously, what is that?) for the first time ever. Now that i don't have to be places i don't really know what to do with myself. Im very confused, but I'd like to think it's a good kind of confused. My anthology is done. I put lots of oxymoron's all over the cover. That's my favorite part. I also used excerpts from Howl, which i think is a mistake. Are you allowed to swear in Anthology entries? I don't think Ms. Drummey would really care that much. The first time i interacted with her i swore at her, so there you go.

Harry Potter and the Hallows of Death? (thanks, giuseppe)I mean, seriously? Come on J.K.Rowling. If you're going to crush the souls of millions of happy, bright-eyed little children, you might as well do it already. This holding out on Harry Potter's impending death is cruel. I think that if Harry Potter dies then that means i'm going to die. Following the pattern, and everything.

It's hard being in my house right now.

The Pursuit of Happyness was NOT a happy movie. I was so angry at Will Smith! I had a great day, i was taking a day off from everything and just relaxing with keri and we kept on going into the mall to buy crap and just encountered so many sad people and sad events and it was terrible! and after we were supposed to get Chinese food, sneak it into the theatre and eat it while watching a delightfully happy movie and irritating the people around us. HAPPYness is in the title, albeit it's spelt incorrectly. But no. It was 2 and a half hours of the more depressing images in the entire world, with a sad will smith and an adorable will smith jr. who lost his favorite action figure. 2 and a half hours of misery. Keri cried. I was just waiting for the sappy spark of redemption which inevitably had to come, and i was rewarded with 2 minutes of just, pleasantness at the end. I just wanted Will Smith to get up and do the Jump On It! Dance. That's all.

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(no subject) [Dec. 14th, 2006|03:40 pm]
So I picked the worst day to not be in school, and i have to walk to school anyway at 1 for a perfomance, only leaving me about 2 hours to do college things. I have to sing for the faculty members today, which is incredibly embarrassing and really fun at the same time. I hope Mr. Veale is there. I need someone to help me make Latkes for tommorow, which is Chanukah!

I am incredibly disgraced at winter in Boston right now. It's going to be 60 degrees today. This is revolting and i hate Global Warming and strange weather patterns and Al Gore and everything that contributes to the warm weather. It upsets me greatly. I am, of course, procrastinating more and more just but writing and not doing my college things. Most of my time has been spent singing or worrying or working or sleeping. I wish i could add -ED to any of those things. I though singed doesn't really work that well. Neither does sleeped. Nevermind.

Johnny made me go into Roche Bros yesteraday in my uniform and it was really embarrassing. I had to buy a vitamin water and I tripped and was asked if I was going to prom. . . ok. Wow! Look! i can create a poll! Oh shoot, no i can't. Well i can if I want to! Here we GO!!!!

Who is your favorite PILF?

1. Bill Clinton
2. Hilary Clinton (Lets have this be a gender equal opportunity poll!)
3. Barack Obama
4. Kofi Annon ( My personal favorite )
5. Robin Williams ( Another personal Favorite )

This was rather pointless. Of course, none of the results count for anything because Im Florida and I won't count absentee votes and George W. Bush will win anyway.
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December [Nov. 30th, 2006|04:23 am]
I think that I am completely thrown off by the lack of real cold and lack of snow. I think it just messes with my mind and my body, and the fact that there is no snow is making me really grumpy, and i've been grumpy a lot. I dont like being Grumpy. I'd rather be Doc or Sleepy or Happy.

Anyway. I finished my Anthology entry and i did it on the scary Unicorn and i like it a lot. I also uploaded rather boring pictures documenting said unicorn. Although its not really a Unicorn, it just looks like one. It doesn't have a horn, which i think is the requirement to be a unicorn. Well, anyway.

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(no subject) [Nov. 21st, 2006|02:32 am]
Thus begins the start of the race, Christmas, fat and jolly with many christmas carols vs college and family and sanity. Greg is really really tall and i always feel like he's laughing at me, but that might just be the natural inflection in his voice. This is very upsetting to me, i hate being laughed at. Districts is unknown, that is frustrating. i LOVE Mr. Lyons.

I called Ms. Mogan and asked her for my recommendation and i realized that she is, in fact a cat lady, a very very nice cat lady, but a cat lady nonetheless. When i think of Sunday's i think of reading with a blanket and taking a bubble bath and pretending to clean and not actually doing it and building a fort for my rabbit. She had Sportscenter on (football) and took a very very long time to find a pencil. I feel bad. I said that Ryan was at Fitchburg and she said thankgod. I thought that was amusing.

I feel just so very happy. I love just being and not worrying about anything and just feeling so good. It's nice and I like it and i want it to continue without overanalyzing and going insane, which i am very prone to do.

I decided that i want to get Mr. Peterson a fish named Julia, and a gift certificate to Barnes and Nobles. That seems like an adequate present to say, hey! Nice job teaching for 47 years.
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(no subject) [Nov. 11th, 2006|11:07 pm]
I think i'm one of those people who really dislike having too much free time. Today, for instance, i did absolutely nothing, and am still in the process of doing nothing. Soon i will clean my room and start my homework and then maybe possibly unlikely go out. I should've gone to work. I finished Pride and Prejudice. I kinda sucked at Chopin's Waltz in A minor. I suck at golf, blah blah blah.

You know what makes me laugh? Those people who you see flex their arms and kiss their muscles, like you see the idiots doing on the MTV reality shows. I realized that Chuck and Nick both flex their arms and kiss their muscles in Madrigals. The only thing is is that they do it seriously, which is completely hilarious. I mean, sure, they're nice guys, but thats really really funny.

I just have this really strong desire to huggle a penguin.

Anyway. Because Ricky Martin will never admit that he is a homosexual . . .


8. Not waste my life answering questions such as "what do you want to do before you die"
7. Go back in time and give Romeo and Juliet flamethrowers. I think it would make it all much more illuminating.
6. Build the library from Beauty and the Beast in my home, no matter what the size, and make sure it has comfy couches.
5. Take real courses in Astronomy and Meteorology.
4. Feed my (or any) Cats.
3. I want to go back into those old Wishbone episodes to the one where Wishbone is Rip Van Winkle, and play on the swing in the Forest that they have. Also, if possible, Marry Joe.
2. Also, if possible, Marry Cary Elwes.
1. Find Ms. Mogan a husband.

7 WAYS TO WIN MY HEART (I dislike this question because it is so cliche, so i am changing it to 7 Traits of People I Like, and i can do that, so hahaha)

7. Being able to appreciate the ridiculous.
6. Never pity anyone, because that's a shitty thing to do.
5. Read.
4. Be able to have an intelligent conversation about anything, and, if possible, banter.
3. Love Something.
2. Check and see if anyone gets inside at 10.
1. Only be serious when a situation calls for it.


6. Danny Glover.
5. Jazz Music.
4. Epiphanies.
3. Occasional situations where rules should be disregarded.
2. Passion.
1. Macaroni and Cheese.

PS. MADDY! (please tell Dan Katz that i want my cd back, please)
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(no subject) [Nov. 1st, 2006|01:18 am]


Trust me. Happy Halloween!
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(no subject) [Oct. 31st, 2006|01:21 am]
Everyone in my family is completly utterly insane. Seriously. Do you want to know why i'm so weird? It's in my genes, i swear to it. I mean, this is something that you write bad sitcoms with laugh tracks to, or one of those weird families you see wearing baby blue track suits and matching hats going out to sunday brunch. Ugh!

It's Halloween almost. I used to love this holiday cause i could go out and demand candy from strangers and then i would go home and my dad would eat it all and i would cry and cry and cry and then forgive him and start the entire cycle all over again next year. But no. no i have to be an "adult" and either sit at home and do college stuff and hand out halloween candy or go out as some sort of slutty or naughty [insert profession here] and get drunk. Neither of which are appealing. in all honesty i kind of just want to go out to one house, get a lollipop, go home and go to bed. If that makes me a bad adult or a lazy child, then i think im ok with that.

Mr. Veale makes me laugh. I hate health class. I watched 5 minutes of the Nightmare before Christmas.

I tried to make a dinner out of a whole wheat pita bread and 2 inches of swiss cheese. Needless to say, it was unsuccessful.

So, because this is stupid and ridiculous and there are countless other things for me to do right now:


10. I really enjoy reading when i eat.
9. I dislike most baked goods and i hate cake because icing generally freaks me out
8. Oompa Loompas terrify me and i hate Tim Burtin Movies cause his animation freaks me out
7. When i was little i secretly liked Cory better than Shawn
6. I have never seen a sunrise and i really really want to.
5. I pretend to be cynical but in actuality i have the utmost faith in life
4. I memorized the company that produced my bear, Brown Sugar, so that if i ever lost him i could order another.
3. I despise Ipods but i love Macs more than PCs
2. My Ears get red when im nervous or scared
1. I like taking a shower and then getting right back into bed and falling asleep.


9. Tibet
8. Bulgaria
7. St. Petersburg
6. Travel inside Arnold with the rest of the Magic School Bus kids
5. Johanesburg
4. Reykjavik
3. Calcutta
2. Florence
1. Anarctica

Ok, i must do work.
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(no subject) [Oct. 18th, 2006|07:08 pm]
[Moods: |cynicalcynical]
[Tunes: |Let's get it on - Marvin Gaye]

1. YOUR SPY NAME: (middle name and current street name)
Adrienne Hill
2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on your dad's side, your favorite candy)
Ethel Nerds Rope!
3. YOUR RAP NAME: (first initial of first name, first three or four letters of your last name)
R-Beuk (Hey i like that!)
4. YOUR GAMER TAG: (a favorite color, a favorite animal)
Crimson Platapus
5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Adrienne Newton
6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters of your last name, last 3 letters of mother's maiden name, first 3 letters of your pet's name)
Beu Soltrix
7. JEDI NAME: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom's maiden name spelled backwards)
Enneirda bugollos
8. PORN STAR NAME: (first pet's name, the street you grew up on)
Scratchy Windslow
9. SUPERHERO NAME: ("The", your favorite color, the automobile your mom drives)
The Turquoise Toyota
10. YOUR ACTION HERO NAME: (first name of a main character in the last movie you watched, last food you ate)
Nemo Brocolli

Little Known Fact about Rebecca Beukman: When I'm nervous or upset the tips of my ears get red and hot.
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(no subject) [Oct. 9th, 2006|05:42 pm]
I think im ok with happy contentment.
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(no subject) [Oct. 4th, 2006|04:28 pm]
This is so uncool. Today and tommorow are very non-cool days. People are going home from school because of breakdowns from stress? There is something wrong then! Argh! I need to sleep, GSU! you give me an obscene amount of work to do and i'll show you an irate jewish girl with less then nice things to say. ok.
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(no subject) [Sep. 17th, 2006|10:47 pm]
Today was relatively awful. Why is everyone dying? Seriously! Stop it! I had to work in the bakery yesterday at Roche Bros, which i swear to God is punishment for me calling in "sick" (cough) anyway, because of my lack of gracefulness and general crappiness, i dropped lots of baked goods, much to the chagrin of the 35+ year old bakery women who initially liked me but now hate me and scowl into their cakes everytime they see me.

However, anyone who is immature like me and has read "The Beatrice Letters" and seen the last letter has now seen one of my favorite passages in a book, almost ever. It's fantastic. I like Barnes and Nobles Fridays. It sets a good tone for the weekend and the rest of the week.

I heard The Last Kiss sucked. Bummer.

I had Jewish School today, which was wonderful mostly because i found out that Aaron, the Rabbis son and general cool person, PUNCHED someone at Camp Eisner, the infamous breeding ground for Jews to meet other Jews and produce little Jews and make lots of money. I thought this was incredibly cool, and while I acted shocked and appalled, secretly i thought it was kinda impressive. There is also Dan with a funny face who is cool and listens to awful music. Apples and honey were consumed and i didnt make any small talk, thankgod.

It's funny looking back at the summer because i had so much work to do, but i actually finished it all, which i think is awesome.

What Lion King Caracter are you?

You Got Simba He is Always getting in trouble. Even though he is the future king he doesnt act it. You seem to be on the wild side and have a crazy sense of humor.
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(no subject) [Sep. 12th, 2006|09:05 pm]
Hooray! HOO-ray! You know, the wingman wins Big Brother, does this mean that instead of going to Brandeis, I end up going to Mcgill or Emerson? Is that really so bad? Of course not.

I'm Happy. and I smell snow!
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(no subject) [Sep. 5th, 2006|09:09 pm]
I am doomed forever and ever. I must adhere to dissapointment. i must learn how to correctly spell the last word in my previous sentence.

Damn you Big Brother, DAMN YOU!
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(no subject) [Sep. 5th, 2006|04:45 pm]
I feel so incredibly accomplished. All of my work, every single piece of it, is finished. I remember doing my music theory while watching anime with Nathanial and while Maddy and Sarah watched ridiculous amounts of Disney Channel on the telivision. I remember worrying about it in New York. But now, it finally is finished. Hooray! I'm all set for school, everything is organized and i am all set.

Generally i don't like summer, but this was pretty ok. Today i swore to myself that i wouldn't think about school or college but instead i finished my AP work and read a book. I kind of suck about that.

I need a haircut. I need to wash my Madrigal dress. I need to take out money. I need to have a haircut. I need to get a new job. I need to tell them. I need to change my ringtone on my phone.

(Oh, and my bunny is the best thing in the world.)

Ps! Steve Irwin is dead! I think that's pretty crappy. How many people die with a stingray through their chest?
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(no subject) [Aug. 22nd, 2006|09:10 pm]
Ok! Here it is. I need the AP Euro question so i can do my work on the ship and therefore have more time to party when i get home. Therefore, whoever loves me can leave the exact question in a comment i will love you forever and bring you illegal bermudian LSD. Ok? OK!

*Side note

There are no stars, the boat's too loud. 75 cents per minute is ridiculous, i love travelling and Bermuda, i'm freezing, i went swimming in the clearest water on earth, i want to go bowling, on my hour and a half busride a thought came to me of an excellent way to personify my fears of growing up with a creative writing story that takes place on said bus with dead children swinging from the handles attached to the ceiling and a clock that reads Catcher: Rye

Cool, huh!
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(no subject) [Aug. 20th, 2006|12:43 am]
It's incredible how hard it for me to just pick up my life and leave it for two weeks. I've done one already and the next starts tommorow. Of course, i'm damn lucky to have to opportunity, but i just find that i just, well, miss people too much. Maybe i shouldn't get into a routine, maybe i shouldn't trust and rely and create this kind of circle that i do, but being away from it makes me feel kinda . . foopy. I dont know what i'm going to do really. Being away is much less the actual physical separation of space and distance, but is more of a feeling. The farther away you go is measured with your stomach and not with your feet.

Today i was stranded on a bus and i talked to my dad and keri through a window and it was wonderful but it reminded me of the holocaust.

I danced to rap music and ate granola and did everything and climbed things.


Make a meal that my friends will eat
Go bowling
Finish my AP work
Make my stringy, mildly intelligent thoughts into plausible, coherent, and elegant setences
Convince myself that what I'm doing is good
Be Impulsive
Make a rabbit balloon animal

and hey! look!
I love constantly proving my technological improvements!

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(no subject) [Aug. 6th, 2006|10:03 am]
[Current Location |Home]
[Tunes: |La Vie Boheme]

Ding Dong, the which is dead, the witch is dead, the witch is dead, Ding Dong, the Witch who likes Dongs is dead!!

(na na na, na na na na)

Ha my mom is telling my godmother dellie about New York and saying they're all "Very Nice Boys"

Anyway. New York was fantastic. Theres something . . . inredibly freeing about being able to do what you want, eat what you want, spend what you will, say what you want, whenever you want. I met a Bermudiaan Minister (Whose name, after we left, I finally learned, is Carlton Crankshaw) whose going to meet us in Bermuda and a West Point man and the elevators kept on breaking and we would stay up late in the library that you could steal books from and have our own discussions and listen to the crazy lutherans below have their own. Titus X, with Ryan Folan and dead babies.In short, it was wonderful.

Now I am back when i dont want to be, and i order myself to finish my Latin AND my History AP work before i go to Band Camp on Sunday, cause right after that i go to Bermuda and come back on the 27th. and have to do my English work.

I love the first day of school. And going school supplies shopping!
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(no subject) [Jul. 31st, 2006|02:00 pm]
[Moods: |complacentcomplacent]
[Tunes: |Over the Moon- RENT]

This entry is about sex.

Have you ever noticed sex being mentioned in a serious context, away from WB dramas and teen romance novels? and conversely, How many times have you noticed sex being passed off, flung away, thrown out into conversations as jokes or to impress someone? Thats all i know about sex nowadays. A blatant remark about sex is now tied with "how do you like your coffee?" or an inquiry about how your day was. Is that not incredible to anyone else?

I know we all "talk about sex" (baby), but its becoming less and less about sex and more about sexual gratification. Sex is something that is a leap of faith, utter trust and dependancy. If you can have comfortable silence you can have sex. If you're mature enough to know that you're too immature to have sex, then you can have sex later. If you can allow someone to see you looking your worst, if you can come off as a complete idiot, if you can just listen or depend or feel safe, then you can have sex? I'm not sure, exactly. There is no guidebook, no sparknotes, no set list of rules for sex.

Where is the line between "Making Love" and "Sex"?

In all honesty, i dont really think there is a line. Maybe one of those jets of lights that you see in Mission Impossible movies that if you cross some sort of silent alarm goes off to signal intrusion. Can there be something tangible, a true marking point, between these two very blurry poles? It wouldn't make sense if there was. I think there comes a breaking point, an impulse, because no matter how much you think about it, it will be an impulse of some sort, and should be, and when that breaking point comes, somehow, someway, you just know. Of course, this comes solely from my thoughts and not experience.

I want teenagers having sex to be shocking again. I just think it's just more fun that way.

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(no subject) [Jul. 25th, 2006|11:11 pm]
When i read some livejournals, it just seems so stupid to me. What does it really matter? Does it really matter at all? Your futility is fucking screaming from the page. Go to hell.
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(no subject) [Jul. 14th, 2006|06:52 am]
So every day, i wake up to the same songs, this awful jamaican rap mixture with the guy who likes kid pornography, sean paul i think it is? Every. Single. Day. Ugh i cannot stand it its so horrible, and i keep on waking up to it which puts me in a bad mood cause the first sound my ears meet in the morning is not the deep breathing of a baby, nor waves crashing on the ocean, but the shit music of a pervert. Good Morning, Good Morning.

I have to go print out Large Sodoko Puzzles now.
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(no subject) [Jul. 10th, 2006|09:52 pm]
[Moods: |busybusy]
[Tunes: |Lover I dont have to love -Bright Eyes]

Im in a very pensive mood. Ive actually been thinking about my big scary english project. I was thinking of going for "A generation lost in Space" (I was listening to American Pie during this thought process) about child psychology and how the common alcohol and drugs are taking a backseat to mental trauma, or religious and cultural aspects of 9/11. My dad has this video of rabbis and priests and all of these religious aspects talking about september 11th and its implied biblical meaning and it always seemed very fascinating to me. Or Astronomy. Or Greek Mythology. Whatever.

I love hot hot heat.

So the new guster cd is atrocious. Where the hell are the bongos!?!?! As is Pirates deux. It just came to me that the climactic "Oh, hey, cliffhanger!" ending completely negates the entire first movie. So how the hell does that work! Im so angry cause i paid 7 dollars and just ended up playing stirring games of Rock, Papers, Scissors, Shoot!

Ha, andrews coming to camp on Wednesday. So cool.

So i was sorting through my word files, and i stumbled upon something entitled bus. It goes henceforth as . . .

It's like this. You think you can live a long time, its in your genes, you dont smoke, you eat healthy. You go to the doctor, take the kids to soccer practice, cook delicious dinners and clean them up afterwards. You marry at 28 to the best man in the world and have 3 wonderful children. You do everything you need to do, you feel content. The problem is, one day you're crossing the street at a crosswalk with a white immovable man with no discernable features telling you to walk. And you're walking past and get hit by a bus. Now that bus doesnt care that you have kids, or you gave up your passion at 28 to get married and your lungs are tar-free.

That bus doesnt give a fuck.

Im so damn cynical. I love camp, in the past week this adorable kid named Eli asked if my (male) group leader who looks like elijah wood is a lesbian. Tommorows the talent show. Wonderful.

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