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clutch_on @ 2005-11-03T03:02:00

2005-11-03T08:02:39Z

why am i still up?

clutch_on @ 2005-11-03T02:07:00

2005-11-03T07:19:10Z

magazine layout for hours my eyes are bloodshot and i cannot see beyond my finger tips people are always telling me that i seem like i'm spacing out i like to think that i'm just entering a newer and better reality friends are fickle things when you think you know someone they always change who they are or you change who you are i can't tell which.

i have an insufferable crush on a "colleague." but i'm also insatiably in love. well, perhaps not insatiably. i don't know.

i hate it when i'm tired, because when i'm tired food becomes a comfort. i think it stems from my insomnia as a child and my mom would feed me warm milk and cookies to get me to sleep.

i have a friend who wants to get engaged. but when he's drunk he cries about what a slut his girlfriend is and tries to hit on other girls. and he wants me to help him pick out the ring. this cannot end well.

i find boys with shaggy hair, salvation army clothes, sarcastic wit, a taste for coffee and wine, and an undying love for all things music (but only "good" music) to be the sexiest beings on the planet. unfortunately, my current boyfriend does not fall in such a category.

i think that people who try to prove God's existence are completely defeating the purpose of God. because by asserting a language of proof over God, you are essentially confining God to human comprehension and taking him from the perfect and placing him in the imperfect. if there is a God, then He is above language and cannot be communicated through language. by attempting to prove his existence you are assuming dominance, because the dominant ones define existance through language.

this disturbs me muchly:

good night.

clutch_on @ 2005-10-31T00:42:00

2005-10-31T05:47:21Z

My bed-area is a furious flurry of papers and notations and beautiful, perfectly lined yellow notepads. All in the wake of a 7-page paper that I wrote in 3 hours.

My brain cells are officially used up.

Party at my brother's house last night. Real drunk real fast. Real fun, though. Vodka and Kit Kats always mix well. Always. And getting money stuffed in your bra by people you don't even know is equally gratifying. Or cheap. I haven't decided which yet. Oh, and I was a devil. Original, right? Well, it is when you're a devil wearing leg warmers. ♥

About leg warmers... I really don't care if "all the preppy girls wear them." I could give a flying fuck what's in style or what's trendy or whatever. They're comfortable. I like them. I'm not trying to be original or en vogue (though I don't see how you could be such with leg warmers) or whatever. They. feel. nice. Period end.

Time for bed. Happy Daylight Savings.

Beauty

2005-10-27T04:42:54Z

She is gorgeous. And she gets Johnny Depp. French bitch. Bisous.

clutch_on @ 2005-10-26T15:24:00

2005-10-26T19:24:58Z

Oh, how I envy the artistic ones.

Oh life.

2005-10-26T17:30:17Z

Oh the disaster that is my life. It's clean now, but I assure you not for long.

Eating alone is one of the saddest experiences in life. I suppose coming from an Italian family you learn that food is a communal thing. I ate alone today. The food tasted like cardboard.

I wonder when I'm just going to grow up and deal with life. Hopefully, life will wait for me to be ready.

Oh, Love.

Why do they always look so innocent in the sun?

clutch_on @ 2005-10-18T01:48:00

2005-10-18T05:53:58Z

With roughly two gallons of cappuccino coursing through my veins, I am sitting here bug-eyed and looking for inspiration. So I got up and practiced my ballet. My roommate laughed.

Productive was my middle name today. Followed by Procrastinator. I wrote my midterm paper on the place of the Irish language in Irish nationalism. It sucks, but who cares, it's about the Irish...

KIDDING!

I really want the new G4 iBook. So much that I'd actually eat an entire cow if you bought me one.

I'm looking for happiness. I'll let you know when I've found it. Right now, it seems to be somewhere near a little man named Shawn and his uncanny ability to bring me cappuccinos in the library and give me head massages as we discuss the Colbert Report. Swoon.

You really need to like The Like.

clutch_on @ 2005-09-21T10:55:00

2005-09-21T15:00:33Z

Final update before I get to work...

I am reading/have recently read
London Fields by Martin Amis
Ham on Rye by Charles Bukowski
Flowers of Evil by Charles Baudelaire
City Chic by Some Chick
AND
The Double by Dostoyevsky

I am a big dork.

clutch_on @ 2005-09-21T10:16:00

2005-09-21T14:18:01Z

I just thought of something...

I really miss TopShop. Go here: Check out the collection labeled Beatnik

I want everything that store has to offer

oh London, you're my home...

P.S. As a result of absolute boredom, I've found some interesting people on this Livejournal thing. I did that whole friend-add spiel. Weird how the Internet makes it perfectly acceptable to be"friend" people you don't even know...

It's all for the taking

2005-09-21T14:10:04Z

Waking up early rocks. Never thought I'd say that.

Note to self, try to be a less bitter person. Last entry... whew. Let's try to remove bug from ass next time.

Special K bars have a certain chemical-y taste that reminds me of Lucky Charms.

Coffee is the only thing that can get me through a day. Seriously.

Words of wisdom from one of my bestests:

The meaning of life: a haiku

The meaning of life
Is in my fridge
It is Velveta.

(I know it's not reallllly a haiku... but I love her for it any way.)

Have a good day, every one!

Well, first is first, and you gotta go all the way, baby

2005-09-21T14:03:58Z

My head hurts. Probably from being kicked in the head at a most pit. This has made me bitter. And angry. Thus...

A few people who really should shoot themselves in the foot- Installment Numero Uno:

1. Metal kids who are dickweeds for the sake of being a dickweed. Thanks for ruining my first punk concert, numbnuts. I hope your children hate you as much as your parents do.

2. The call-up lady at my local pizza joint who, after 10 years in this country and in the pizza business, still cannot grasp the concept that "extra sauce please" means "put a fucking additional cup of sauce in my order you twat" and not "charge me. no please. I WANT to pay an extra four bucks for something I'll never get."

3. All the people who believe that questioning American policy is high treason. Seriously, shoot yourselves now.

4. All girls who start a conversation with, "Guess what. [Insert fuck buddy name here] called today... Oh no, it was just to say hi. Seriously, I think he's totally in love with me." No, actually it's that he knows your easy and probably the best tail he's going to get (as long as he doesn't have to look at your face- and THAT IS why he's so obsessed with doing it 'doggy-style') and he might as well call so that his own ego isn't shattered when his parents ask if he has a girlfriend... then he can say, well, there's this girl I've been talking to...

5. The people who honk while stuck in traffic. Right. As if the entire highway is going to move just so you can get to "Adult Pleasures: Deli for your Delights" before it closes and your wife comes home. You know what, you have a right hand. Use it.

Wow. I am a very bitter bitter person.

clutch_on @ 2005-09-14T13:50:00

2005-09-14T17:50:57Z

Deciding if I really want to revitalize this whole Livejournal thing...