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12:43 am
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05:16 pm
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01:12 am
[Link] | This guy came to our school, and he was a pretty big badass.
Also, I love Tom Waits, and this is a pretty cool video
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05:15 pm
[Link] | ( The Day That I Dyed )
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04:02 pm
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The Americone Dream. Which isn't carried by Haggens yet. Fuck them.
You'll die from a Heart Attack during Sex.
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Your a lover not a fighter but sadly, in the act of making love your heart will stop. But what a way to go.
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| 'How will you die?' at QuizGalaxy.com |
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11:01 pm
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I have no responsiblilities for the music displayed here. I haven't erased anything since I was 12.
Your Life: The Soundtrack
So here's how it works:
Open your choice of music player and put it on shuffle.
Press play.
For every question type the song thats on.
And when you go to a new question press the next button.
No cheating.
Ready?
GO!
IS
Opening credits: Beatles- a day in the life
Waking up: Weird Al- Hardware Store
Average day: Low Millions- Elenor
First date: Maroon 5- The sun
Falling in love: Blue October- Calling You
Fight scene: Five for Fighting- Love Song
Breaking up: Weezer- Undone
Getting back together: Sarah McLaughlan- Angel
Life's okay: Dj Irene- Progressive hardhouse
Mental breakdown: Pictures at an exhibition- Il vecchio castello
Driving: Bonnie Tyler- Total Eclipse of the heart
Flashback: The Killers- Who let you go
Happy dance: Regina Spektor- Fidelity (that IS my happy dance!)
Regretting: Little Fury Bugs- Death Cab for Cutie
Long night alone: Daft Punk- Da Funk
Death scene: The good times are killing me- Modest Mouse (good choice)
End credits: Strong Bad- Different Town
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04:41 pm
[Link] | yo! So, I went to the Western gallary today to see what was up, and they had 3 exibits, two of which were pretty ok, and one was of coffins, ordinary coffins. But these are no ordinary coffins. ((c) futurama) They were from Ghana, and were made to reflect something about the person. Like, that they lived their life swimming in coke, or were a giant tire or something. They were showing a video of one burial procession in which the coffin was a huge yellow screwdriver. It was very very hilarious. They all seemed to be getting a kick of a dead bloke in a giant screwdriver as well, most likely making dirty jokes the whole time. Very different from our notions about the recently deceased. Another one was a guy in a dole pineapple juice can. I should probably move there, so I can be buried in a tic tac container the size of a football field.
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02:46 pm
[Link] | It's 80something degrees probably. It doesn't feel a hell of a lot like christmas. I miss it kinda.
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11:40 am
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I'm in Costa Rica and it's very hot. BE JELOUS.
So, my trip started off on a rather terrible foot. I was scheduled to arrive at t he airport about an hour and a half before my plane was going to leave, and I initially thought that that would be pleanty of time, but I spent most of the trip with visions of planes leaving without me dancing in my head. And then got through to my gate in 15 minutes. The boy who sat next to me on the Seattle->Las Vegas leg was extremely verbose in a mumbly awkward way. He was on exchange to western from UCLA, and told me everything there was to know about environmentalism, Che Guavara, and why Bellingham weather was impossible. Every time I tried to read he would be like "oh, so I guess it's READING Time now, huh..." and I'd feel bad and talk to him some more. He was pretty interesting none the less. After we left the plane he said he had to hurry to catch a connection. 2 hours later I saw him in a bar and chuckled silently to myself. Las Vegas was terribly exciting, all 3 hours of being in a chair. I met a woman from Victoria BC who was terribly old and astonishingly cool. She had had problems on almost every connection of the trip and had taken almost 2 days in getting to las vegas, but was thrilled to be telling the story. Especially the part where Seattle had no power so she couldn't call because she couldn't see the numbers. That was her favorite part. No joke, she was laughing hysterically. I also met a very insane black woman. As in, medically. That flight left at 11 Pm and landed at 5AM so I slept. Next to an adorable set of best friends going on an adventure. Then 6 hours of North Carolina. Crazy woman ran into me outside of the plane and I helped her carry her stuff for a while until we found an awesome very very very souther baptist black woman to transport us on her scazzy crazy fast trolly. It was all very lucky that I was with crazymccrazalot because it turns out that the airport is a 5 mile trip from one end to the other in a kind of horseshoe shape. I fell asleep in the middle of a circle of chairs, and when I woke up they were all occupied by mexican men who insisted that I was about to miss my flight to Mexico City. Which obviously couldn't have been the case as all the seats were clearly reserved for those who were mexican and penisified. Short hair, I guess. On the flight there was this family of curly haired children who were separated from their mother, but the oldest one was taking care of them. I was so tired and annoyed that I became overwhelmingly impressed with her maturity and burst into tears, startling everyone. The customs officials were angry that I didn't speak much spanish despite the fact that no one else did either. Dad and I took a bus into the city, a bus whose policy was to almost hit other cars and then honk a lot. We caught a cab who also liked to honk. The roads are both messed up and very very confusingly windilicious. I ate some fish, went to bed at 5pm and woke up at 8am
Current Location: Costaeffingrica
Current Mood:  dizzy
Current Music: spanish talk show
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09:47 pm
[Link] | Look! We have a christmas tree! Ornament came from an attempt at chrocheting a hat.
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Also, happy birfday Cynthia!
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07:32 pm
[Link] | I guess I was one badass 8 year old
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06:25 am
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Oh man, Cynthia's gonna killllll me
http://pikimomo.deviantart.com/gallery/ check out how cool my suiiiitteeemmmaaattteee is. She's a pretty sweet mate, that's fo sho.
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07:26 pm
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Me and Cindi going to Rocky Horror
Woop woop for Rocky Horror!
Standing in line was a little un-warm, but it was pretty badass overall. Except that I didn't know we were supposed to bring rice and squirt guns and stuff. But whatever.
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05:25 am
[Link] | ( The B-Themed Costume Party Pictures I promised a year ago )
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09:28 pm
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I'm in love with a boy named Fred<-reference, not reality
So, I went to this costume party last night, where everyone had to dress up as something starting as a b because it was Britta's belligerent birthday bash, I’ll post pictures once I get my camera back from her house. And it was really god damned amazing. My goodness, so many cool people. You don’t even know. But here’s the problem. I was talking to westernagainstwarMike, who was a Bolshevik, and his friend Batman. Fred got a little hot in his batman mask, therefore motivating him to remove the mask, therein revealing that he was really god damned attractive. Swoon, said lizzy. So we got to talking and it turned out that he’s a liberal mystylechristian musician who’s extremely knowledgeable, loves hiking, and has very similar tastes to me in most respects, and is really fascinating and fun. So, of course, I flung myself out the window in a fit of joy thus breaking all my bones. After a little more booze cured my ails, we eventually wandered outside to talk on the porch, where he casually thinks to mention that he has a girlfriend, and that I’m very sweet and he’d love to see more of me if that wasn’t the case. FANTASTIC. WesternagainstwarMike came out to tell him that he was leaving if he wanted a ride so we planned to meet at fantasia at 11 this morning. He said that he wanted to meet because he really really likes me and wants to know why. Boo. Then I went back inside to dance a while and figure out how I was getting home since Pete left without me (I told him to). This really funny hairy guy started dancing with me and he was really silly and an awesome dancer, and had a scooter, and eventually offered to take me home, which was amazingly superduper as scooters are god’s gift to mankind. But once we got there I decided I really didn’t want to go home yet so he offered to take me to his house and make me some tea, seeing as I was wearing a bus and he was wearing a spandex bike suit and neither of us should probably be anywhere public. So we get there and he lives with… westernagainstwarMike and Fred! and some other kids. So we all had some tea, and Fred and Michael (hairyguy) jammed a little while, and they found a bedroom for me and all was well. Until like 1 in the morning when Troy wanders into my room to ask if I want any company, which didn’t really creep me out at all but I turned down rather decisively. And then at 1:05 he comes in to ask if he’s creeped me out because he’s very sorry if he did. Then at 1:10 he come in to ask if I was scared of him, and after much discussion he discovered that I was just very tired and didn’t want any sex thank you very much, and he said he was just in a funk andhewassorryi’mbeautifulbye. The next morning I got up and felt shitty so I went for a 3 hour walk because they lived in the chukanut district which I had never really been in before, so I had to explore. It was amazingly beautiful, with some pretty spectacular views and what not, and then Fred and westernagainstwarMike gave me a ride home and I didn’t give them my number or anything and I’ll probably never see either of them again. The End.
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02:29 pm
[Link] | Bellingham's being a pretty big blast. Tommorow night I'm going to this sushi thing where 70someting people get together... and make sushi all night. So, I'm pretty excited about that. And my roomies are relatively fantastic. I'll post some pictures once they're all around. I'm trying to get a job, and it looks like the most likely one would be for me to be a carhop at a 60s burger place for effing $10 an hour. I hohohohope. Well, for now here are some pictures of going to bandito's/vancouver and a few of my room.
( Bandito's/Vancouver/room )
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10:13 pm
[Link] | ( I make chairs. Wanna see two of 'em? )
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03:57 pm
[Link] | ( Pictures from the house warming/moving in, in case anyone cares )
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08:07 pm
[Link] | So, my trip to Seattle was, in fact, the most disasterous occasion in recorded history. And pretty fun. It all started long long ago, when I had to get off work at 2:45 in order to make the bus to Sequim, but they decided that they were going to give me an extraordinary amount of disgusting rooms so I couldn't possibly get out on time, and had to pawn one off on the new kid and run as fast as a speeding unicorn towards the bus station. And then the bus was like, 10 minutes late, so I didn't have to be in nearly the hurry I was in. Which blew. And then the connection to Port Townsand driver went reeeaaaaalllllyyyy sloooooowww, so by the time we got there I only had 15 minutes instead of 45 minutes until my Polsbo connection, which I didn't realize, and therefore missed my bus. And had to bus alllll the way back to Port Angeles, empty my very very low bank account, fill up my car, and drive to Seattle instead. Which took forever. Because the ferry stopped running to get serviced the second I got there and I had to wait 2 hours. woop. So, instead of being cozy in Kalen's knoll at 7:30, I slunk in at around 11:15. AND THEN, we crawled into bed
and watched the late late show!
And then slept forever
and never got up.
the end
UNTRUE! Then we woke up at the REDICULOUSLY early 10:45 to watch ellen. And ate cereal. honey nut cheerios to be exact. And then we went to get the ingredients needed for hot fuge. woop hot fudge. Because I make the world's finest. Except this time, Because all we had to make it in were a frypan and only had a plastic spoon to stir it with. Mind you, this was no ordinary plastic spoon, it was SUPPOSED to be used for cooking. After accidentally melting the spoon into the chocolate without realizing it, I dripped molton spoon on my finger and got a big blister and hurt a lot for the rest of the day. Which was fun, because then I got to wrap it and ice it while driving! horray! Also, it became a rock hard piece of plastic chocolate lining the entire pot with like, 3 inches... of itself. Which took a screw driver and a gallon of boiling water to get out. Then we watched V for Vendetta, which is a kickass movie, and the reason for me coming down, because K-man hadn't seen it yet. Then we went to gas(works?) park, and got DELISH strawberry lemonade
and kicked around on such objects as: a hill, a wall, and a beach. And then we took a walk on the Ave. and looked at sexy jackets I didn't have money for. And didn't eat dinner, because we didn't have money for it. And then I went home. I just barely missed the ferry, of course, but it was ok because I'm reading some Salinger short stories, which are excellent. Thanks Tobin. Pretty sunset driving home
Then we got stopped by a flagger.
which took forever, and then there was a traffic jam
which took forever, and then I got bored, and started messing with my exposure
until the car in front of me shot some rockets up in the air and everybody died
Let's end this story with Mikhail's ass
PS, somewhere in there I lost my phone, which ran out of minutes while I was attempting to find out what the hell I should do about the bus situation, and my camera ran out of batteries. Horray!
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06:15 pm
[Link] | I got a new camera yesturday. And here's the hot FIRST PICTURE IT EVER TOOK. An amazingly touching side view I entitled "Noggin du Tobin". 
clearly the worst picture ever taken of poor Tobin.
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