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2008.11.27 20.57
hello, livejournal - we meet again. this is uncomfortable... i think the last time we talked was... high school? well, shit. i'd be lying if i said i missed you. i was just super curious to see what's being made in the t-shirt surgery group. these days i'm too occupied with facebook and organic chem to put time into this relationship... but i won't delete you. because of t-shirt surgery. and because seeing you again reminds me that i don't miss you...
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2006.09.10 11.27
the eugene celebration KICKED ASS. it baffles me as to why so many people i know didn't go this year. it's a fricking party:
nicolius and i woke up early to be in the parade with the rickies. the theme was "snakes in a parade". i ran around in a snake costume, every now and then attacking nicole who was just plain covered in rubber snakes. we jogged pretty much the whole way yelling "snakes in a parade! AAAUGHH". i hoped i was difficult to recognize since i looked and was acting like a complete retard, but i heard my name yelled quite a few times as i was galloping by. nicole and i also discovered the secret to the rickies' enthuziasm every year: they get schnockered beforehand.
in the evening, nicole and i got our hands on a bit of booze and got tipsy while walking to the celebration with glenn and chrispy. we proceeded to wander around, eat food, dance, and help the crew team carry a boat into the big carpet store on broadway (nostalgia ensued). after that we found our way over to the library stage where there was this crazy, woowoo psychadelic band playing, complete with scantily clad girls dancing with swords and giant silver wings. it was mostly in spanish but every now and then they threw in "celestial moonbeams of passion" and shit like that. we caught a whiff of weed at one point and followed it to a little circle of sketchy people. we asked if they had a lighter so chris could light a cigarette, but they didn't so i volunteered to light it on the end of the jay they were smoking. a while later we walked back to south so chris could go home. james gibson showed up to give glenn, nicole and i a ride to dough co since it's on the way(ish) to the celebration and he was doing delivery. we walked to the wow hall from there to see lafa taylor and saw a whole bunch of random people we knew when we got there. we danced with some random boys named nick and... artie? who were blatantly smoking weed on the dance floor and were kind enough to give us a hit or two. when everything was over, nicole came over and we had SUCH a good sleep. i adore eugene.
Mood:  grab some afternoon delight
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2006.09.05 22.28
i really want to do something right now. something exciting. sex? drugs? rock'n'roll? anyone?
Mood:  craving a party
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2006.08.10 10.39
bwaaa
got my housing assignment, i'm in 406 burgess hamilton.
where are all the other UO people living???? :)
Mood:  woozy
Music: KZEL
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2006.07.11 15.04
i don't know what to do besides be sad.
fuck i feel so unwanted now. i know we agreed to let each other go while he was away, but i hoped he wouldn't do it because i can't bare to. i wish i was as good at flirting and getting guys as he is at getting girls. i knew this would happen. i feel so pathetic. he acts like why the hell haven't i fooled around like he has. i always knew we didn't quite feel the same, even though i could never get him to admit it. wow this really sucks. how could something so long and happy be crushed just like that? i told him i was going to be the one to suffer but he assured me he would be suffering just as much. i was right, he was wrong, and i'm the one that lost. so now i feel like i should go out an screw around, but with who? i don't want anyone else. it's not like millions of people haven't gone through this before, but no matter how much you try to prepare for heartbreak and tell yourself to suck it up, it still feels like someone's taken a knife to your chest. i knew this was going to happen; i saw it coming and i had the instinct to run, but i didn't. i still don't know if i should have, but now i feel like i've been thrown out with the rest. completely useless.
Mood:  heartbroken and useless
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2006.06.18 16.20
righto.
have you ever seen a goat hook itself to a fence by its cheek? i have. it's not pretty.
my dad just got back from an all expenses paid by his company (would have been $1000 for one night) 3day business trip to aspen, colorado where he hobnobbed with george hamilton and emril. he said it was "pretty fun". screw you, dad.
in other news, i'd be a kickass geisha.
Mood: skeezy
Music: gross, gross, the god channel on the radio not by choice
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2006.03.21 22.01
so...
i'm finally updating after about a googajilli-heebion years because i should be writing a paper... BUT I'M NOT. you've all been there before, i'm sure.
so, in the best interest of procrastination, let's talk. (i'm pretending that i just crossed my legs, folded my hands on top of my knee and cocked my head to the side with a look of boring, parentish concern. of course i didn't actually, because... well, there's no one around and that's just plain silly.)
how are you all?
please, i'm here to listen.
i myself have:
-given up picking my eyelashes for lent and failed
-been sort of sad
-learned how to pronounce "xochomilco"
-passed notes with my eurolit teacher
-mistaken my neighbor's housecat for a lynx
-wondered why i still have a creepy old man as my doctor
-walked around unaware i had a bright orange moustache of pollen after smelling a flower
-discovered that crayons can draw on skin
-convinced a small child that dogs are big kittens
-seen a goat fall in love with a pile of cedar shavings
Philisophicamus: who invented music? why are there only 13 notes that repeat at different intervals? why can't we add notes? how come middle C and high C are the same note at different intervals in everyone's ears? how the fuck did this come to be?
Mood:  so, so tired.
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2006.02.17 12.51
i'm tired but there's a plumber out my window so i can't sleep in my room.
am i turning into someone no one likes? i'm really trying to watch what i say cause i keep saying things that end up sounding bad i guess, so people react negatively and i'm so ashamed because it's not what i meant at all. i keep trying to redeem myself but i keep failing. maybe i'm just being paranoid, but i think people are starting to not like me because everytime i talk, i say something wrong. i'm worried cause i think i'm losing many of my closest friends.
you guys would tell me if i needed to change, right?
Mood: crushed
Music: the wall heater
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2006.02.09 23.13
sigh. goodness me.
have you ever felt discontented with life but when you go to fix it you just CANNOT figure out what to do?
Mood:  so completely bewildered
Music: i can't even find music i'm in the mood for
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2005.12.29 08.49
waum baum baby
359-7453. welcome to the 21st century, liz.
Mood:  i love sewing machine
Music: discovery channel
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2005.12.24 22.33
holida-ay..
wooooooohoooooo. love this all the time and thank god for this every year! it sucks to blow money on shit but the smiles make it all worth while - - - - stress is terrrible but he6y climb a mountain. it fucking hurts but what you see from the top will make you forget it all. and what a tropical jolliness it's been, eh? i love you all. i'm very sad i haven't seen some of you for a while. noah, liz, nicole, claire, matt, chrispy caitlin, ariana, kyle etc... you are lall in myt heart i love you ilove you forever. what thei fuck is this sneezing? i'm not going to bed - i love santa too, i hope he's not offended... i'm making a shirt. i will be productive this holi-day/night... i like this all please happy good and find your be taking every shoot star to pocketing. love, thailand.
i love you all, happy holidays, life is a great thing. goodnight and see you.
Mood: cow. shit, never eating again.
Music: happiness
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2005.12.22 15.45
fuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmathfuckmath
Mood: shooting myself
Music: nothing
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2005.12.22 13.43
huh
 Dear Santa...
Dear Santa,
This year I've been busy!
In January I pulled over and changed ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) o8dandelion8o's flat tire (15 points). In April I stole clairify's purse (-30 points). In November I caught a purse-snatcher who stole tito_kaplan_exp's purse (30 points). Last Tuesday I gave sarah_at_sunset a kidney (1000 points). Last Saturday I saved a busload of nuns in Angola (326 points).
Overall, I've been nice (1341 points). For Christmas I deserve a pony!
Sincerely,
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2005.12.17 11.35
R.I.P.
David Anderson
hung himself night before last. he was a severe alcoholic and was in the process of being divorced by his wife who was taking away his little daughter.
he was known best by dan cooley and my dad.
my memories of david: he wiggled his ears at me all the time. he poured me small glasses of wine at dinner parties when i was little. in the morning when we stayed at his house, he'd leave the funnies sitting on the table for me when i came to breakfast. he told terrible knock knock jokes that made everyone laugh. he was a wonderful cook. he told my dad when they were adopting a daughter that they were doing it because they always loved seeing me and wanted what my parents had. he had a cat named charlie grey that he loved with all his heart. he pulled coins out of my ear. he always got me to help him in the kitchen. he once carved the thanksgiving turkey and reassembled it on the platter so it looked like roadkill. he wore red converse all the time. he was always happy and always made me laugh.
my dad told me this morning when he woke me up - it's horrible to see my dad unable to hold back tears and reduced to helplessness trying to keep it together in case i broke down. when they were young, david and my dad biked through europe together. i held my own father while he cried.
Mood: numb
Music: cars on the street
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2005.12.15 22.00
colorful paperclips
the farm was fucking arctic tonight. there was only one hose on the entire farm that wasn't completely frozen solid so i had to improvize with intricate networkings of hose segments and buckets and melting ice with my hands. i also had to break ice in all the water buckets so the goats could hydrate. fricking goats. grow a brain and break your own ice.
what would one get a tall, blonde nathaniel for a secret santa present?
pantsgiving: what a fantastic idea. the best part was walking through the hall at the end of the day and hearing "are those mine?" and "have you seen Kyle? he's wearing my pants."
( sonnet for stewie )
Mood:  grateful for heaters
Music: klcc jazz night <3
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2005.12.12 21.11
just lost the game
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2005.12.12 19.33
my year + more
January: nooooooooooooooooooo. i definately just got out of school for winter break, but for some reason i'm in school.
Februrary: i'm tired of everything. Everything!
March: i just got back from my first driving lesson.
April: goats tomorrow. thank god it's a 4 day week. projects now
May: I've got sunshine
On a cloudy day.
June: i feel like i'm in one of those foam pits they have at gymnastics places that you dive into.
July: +i'm going to thailand
August: itching poison oak has got to be one of the best feelings in the world.
September: in thailand i...
October: i went to laughing planet cafe for dinner and got the ceasar "chavez" salad made with vegan dressing.
November: i got home from the goat farm and was washing my hands when my dad walked in.
December: this is not zach stewart. however, it is a mr. stewart i found on google.
fantastasaurus.
( and ode to underwear shopping )
Mood: HA
Music: love is all around me
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2005.12.07 20.47
slap me if i'm ever emo.
at the farm i found one of the goats laying on its side with its feet uphill. the poor thing couldn't get up because its legs were asleep and so i flipped it over so its legs were downhill. in doing so i saved its life - its organs would have failed had it stayed there. i petted it while it stood and fell a few times until it could stand. this is not the first time i saved a goat by flipping it over.
what silly, pathetic animals.
Mood: bah
Music: sheryll crow
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2005.12.05 17.18
i <3 mr. stewart
this is not zach stewart. however, it is a mr. stewart i found on google.
Mood:  like a record, baby.
Music: you spin me right round baby, right round
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