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"We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course."
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[11 Jan 2006|10:27am] |
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Baby girl - Sugarland |
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I'm sure most of you will see the humor in this, but omg Angelina Jolie is pregnant. I just hope this doesn't some how rub off on me.
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[10 Nov 2005|07:44pm] |
pictures and really personal stuff is locked
if you add me give me a hint why
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[24 Oct 2005|09:15am] |
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I've got a terrible cold and feel like shit. and the Fog is keeping me from seeing the ocean.
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[01 Oct 2005|02:07pm] |
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My dad died here at home earlier today. So, if you don't see me around for a few days, that's why.
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[18 Sep 2005|03:37pm] |
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I hate hospitals.
Tonight are the Emmy's. I watch every year and pray Jennifer wins....I'm getting ready to do that again tonight.
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[20 Jul 2005|03:15pm] |
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Sienna Miller is gorgeous and Jude Law must be crazy.
Part of the beauty of living on the coast of California is the weather. Just a few miles inland, it's about 95 and probably feels like 100. Here it's 73, thanks to the breeze off the ocean. It's never too much different than that actually. In winter it only gets so cold and in summer it only gets just so hot. I'm sure that's why it's so attractive to celebrities, you don't have to sweat your ass off and you still get the sun and surf of California.
A few weeks ago a few of the celebs who live in Malibu and pay for private beaches got a horrible shock, seems that the ocean is public property at all times and if someone is walking along the coast, in the water, they can be right on those private beaches and there's nothing that can be done. I guess Stallone tried having a sandbar put up that blocked off his property, but the city made him take it down.
Can you just imagine having to tell Slyvester Stallone that. "um, hi, I'm from the city, you have to take that down and let people wander along the very expensive property you have here, only yards from your back door because the ocean is public property."
So, it's taken down and now you can walk past all these houses. I'm hoping to convince Ashe to walk the many many miles of beach from my dad's house to Brad Pitt's, because of course he'll be out on the beach waiting to talk to me when we get there. I don't even know if he's still in california, i hope he is and that angie is with him.
I'm celeb obsessed today. I blame it on a dream I had last night. I was walking along and totally lost and the only person around to ask for directions was Katie Holmes and all she kept saying, no matter what I asked, was that Tom Cruise was amazing and she was in love. It was creepy. Like Invasion of the Body Snatchers.
Okay question: Should I continue bumming off my dad for the most part or go work in my mom's video store for extra cash and free movies?
Second question: What's the strangest thing you own?
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[14 Jul 2005|09:20pm] |
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i'm only updating because i made a new icon of Jen and she's just so cute i can't stand it.
i'm trying to think of something better to update about, but so far i'm drawing a blank.
Oh, I know.
i read in an article recently that something like a hundred women in drought-ridden nepal danced naked together in an attempt to make it rain. i don't have ninety-nine other women to dance with and lack proper yard space for such activities anyway, but i road my bicycle to the ocean last night without a bra on. maybe it'll help.
i was going to make some observation about the pages in my paper journal that are "half filled," you know, it's urgent to get it down in that moment but then there's a loud noise or a shiny thing and you will, you swear, get back to it later and maybe you do, but probably you don't--shiny things--and it struck me, loud and shiny, hey! isn't that an indication of optimism? pointing to the writing that is there as opposed to the writing that isn't, there's a lot of that writing that isn't, you know, but i never knew i was an optimist before.
we still need rain, outside looks far too much like my uneducated understanding of texas. next time, i'll ride without a shirt.
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[08 Jul 2005|10:02pm] |
A little over a week ago, a girl I was friends with in junior high, but hadn't seen since, died and Wednesday was her funeral. She had a gall bladder attack and no one found her in time, I guess. The details are a little sketchy for me, since I heard about it from my mother - The Font of All Partial Information. She'd moved to Ohio, so I hadn't even seen her in years.
It’s fascinating what certain things can do though. I wasn’t sad at all, not really. I felt bad for her sister, but it was mostly just unbelieveable to me. Yet when I got up this morning and my mom showed up with coffee and the newspaper (her favorite saturday activity), I started to get teary. A memorial to her was in there and reading her name reminded me of her and some things I used to really like about her, like her sense of humor. And the fact that they said they wanted all donations made to the school band... She played the French Horn and once for some Homecoming festival or something, our school had a lip sync contest and her and I and another girl and a guy dressed up and performed Hazy Shade of Winter by The Bangles, of all people. I was the lead girl because she knew I wanted to be so she voted with me to let me do it.
All through reading it I had to wipe tears away from my eyes, yet I was not sad. But I felt that I was. Part of me was angry though, since the paper also put something about our class as a flashback or update or something right next to it and it seemed like an advertisement for how ‘great life is’ instead of anything remembering her or the passing of her. I closed the paper and drank my latte and listened to my mom for an hour or so, talk about her and other gossip and whether I thought the blond girl she saw at the Farmer's Market was Scarlett Johansson or not. I voted for not. She still thinks so.
Afterwards, as soon as she left, with the paper, I was just my normal self once again. I wonder if I should feel sadder than I do or if I just can't bring myself to believe it, since I never saw her anymore anyway, nothing is really different. It feels more like she left than like she died. Maybe it's kinda the same thing
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