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[Jul. 3rd, 2006|09:19 pm] |
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| |  exhausted | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dad watching and reacting to TV | ] |
Hellloooo again from Brooklin. I have my college laptop, Anastasia, but, with this internet connection I can't check up on places like myspace and Facebook. I have to go to the library for that. But in case you're all wondering if I've been marooned on an island, no, I'm just fine. My delightful Swedish visitors are with us now so we adventure a lot more than we normally would to Acadia National Park, Bar Harbor, Castine, Stonington, Ellsworth, and the like. This is an eventful week with fourth of July, a pan dance, Pirates 2 (!!!), and my grandfather's birthday. After that, I may foray up into Canada with my international friends. They are really in love with this region, as am I of course. Acadia today was grrrreat. We hiked 3 miles around Jordan Pond and ate popovers and saw the views from Cadillac Mountain. Ahhhh wondrous. I hope your summers are all unfurling as majestically, however exhaustingly. It just may be time for sleep already. Love. |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2006|11:23 am] |
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Hello dears! My time is almost up on the computer at Friend Memorial Library, Brooklin, ME, so I'll make this quick. This place is so beautiful, I don't care if you're in Tahiti, I think this is better. The only thing that could best it is probably New Zealand, but NZ bests everything, doesn't it? The days are lazy, I'm trying to figure out precisely what to do with myself... if my laptop gets here soon I may write a play. For now it's journalling and letters. Love. |
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| Four teeth less the wiser. |
[Jun. 2nd, 2006|10:42 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | drained | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Cavil at Rest - Flower of Rhodes | ] |
I can now line up my teeth and lack of's, clench, and bear the sweet metallic throb of my little mouth-fist. I can feel both my lips again and finally looked in the mirror at the moon face this swollen jawline fleshes out to. I can discern the cross-stitching in my gums by the taughtness at the back of my embroidery hoop mouth. I can spoon chocolate pudding for dinner and cinnamon applesauce for breakfast if I match the metal curve to my tongue and slick the two past each other gingerly, tilt my head back and draw the slush toward my throat slowly, slowly. I am glad to have my pain after all the numbness because it is my pain and I can treat it or stand it now, rather than be at the mercy of a stranger's novicaine like I was even eleven hours after he had drawn out the tangram of teeth and handed it to me in a manilla envelope. I might be audacious enough to call it some kind of dignity to know where to put the rim of the glass again or how far to unhinge my face before it hurts, but even that seems pathetic. If I weren't such a self-pitier maybe I would remember I am not so important and in not so much hurt and that, if I remember my theology, I am not meant to be in control anyway. This sort of "dignity" is just self-centered pride, and I wonder if other dignities are so far from it, if there is any decent claim of mine except the choice to realize nothing ever was, ever is. Will we try to amass our own belongings or belong to something greater than anything capable of being labelled lowercase "mine?" Perhaps I should not try to wax philosophical when I am four teeth less the wiser, but I am throbbing with thoughts nonetheless. |
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| I received "D" from rxb5404. |
[May. 17th, 2006|08:09 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  artistic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Heartstrings - Her New Disaster | ] |
"Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation what the word means to you and why, and than pass out letters to those who want to play along."
Debaucharies: Everyone should start using this word as a more eloquent substitute for "orgies." I acted out one as a Fosse whore in Pippin, but generally I like to avoid today's all-too-frequent orgiastic events, dances. Dances where "dancing" is grinding against another human being like a pole. It's not about connection and partnership anymore like ballroom dancing which, for this reason, is much sexier.
Drizzle: I take a honey of this (scratch that, reverse it) in my cup of Earl Grey on occassion. I take a chocolate of this (scratch that, reverse it) atop icecream and frappuchinos. D-licious.
Dramamine: Every year on the road trip to Maine, I used to become really car sick and had to take this bitter pill before I'd learned to swallow medicine. We put it in applesauce and milk with sugar and in a straw in a cup of water but it was always the nastiest experience.
Dreyfus: Richard is great in Jaws and the Goodbye Girl.
Doodle: What I do in class rather than pay attention. I leave lots of them in textbooks to entertain or freak out future owners.
Dundee: As in crocodile or the pudding. I haven't seen the former nor tasted the latter.
Delight: I take this in many things. Naps outside in the grass, cookies warm from the oven, the way the cuffs of my jeans swish about my ankles when I walk in the ocean without cuffing them, good hair days, friends' laughter, music with steady drumbeats and xylophones.
Dewees: My favorite area of the beach that has a lovely little jasmine-lined brick path to the sand. The fragrance of jasmine is so heady there right now, it's glorious.
Decadent: My taste in desserts. Chocolate and baked goods and ice cream are my weaknesses, I freely admit.
Drumroll: What I wish I could do on the drums. Casey and Peter have both attempted to teach me, but I'm too uptight and can't let the stick just bounce on the snare like it's supposed to. Someday... |
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| drunk on course catalog |
[May. 1st, 2006|10:13 pm] |
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Woo! College is going to be confusing. I've been browsing Northwestern's "helpful" tools for course selection, etc. etc. and I am mighty frazzled by the infinite options. I need to up my organizational skills like whoa and figure out what I have to do to major the way I want without going stark raving mad. On the plus side, I think I was right to sign on as a Drama major in Weinberg. The balance of literary and performance study of theatre should be right up my alley, though I'll have to work hard to master both areas. I think I'm little miss theatre right now, but I have an inkling I will be proven wrong and it will be a good thing for me. I'm especially worried about keeping up on the performance end of things. This ain't highschool, after all. I also wonder how much time I'll have for electives. Oh - and I can go for Honors in Drama by completing a project (play!) my senior year. I'm experiencing course possibility overload. What I'll do with all this I also don't exactly know. Maybe somewhere in this world someone will want me to bring the Bard to the masses. Also - I think I might want to get a teaching certificate, but I think to do this I'd have to be an English major, so... yea. A writing minor may be possible. I haven't even gotten to look at the religion and philosophy courses yet. I don't think I'm making much sense. Oy! What a rush! I need to drink this in in smaller sips... |
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| States Festival! |
[Apr. 6th, 2006|02:46 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Tampa, FL | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  chillllll... | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Jane Eyre - Sweet Liberty | ] |
"Conga" - Superior, "Housewife" - Excellent, "Children of a Lesser God" - Superior. Hooray troupe 1187! |
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| Knew it. |
[Apr. 3rd, 2006|11:13 pm] |
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| | Led Zepplin - Just a Woman | ] |
| You Are a Chocolate Chip Cookie | 
Traditional and conservative, most people find you comforting.
You're friendly and easy to get to know. This makes you very popular - without even trying! |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 29th, 2006|11:16 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | hopeful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Queen - Don't Stop Me Now | ] |
NORTHWESTERN. ME. IT'S ON! |
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