| yeahyeahyeah |
[Oct. 6th, 2006|04:29 am] |
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| | roy orbison | ] |
ok i know i never post on live journal anymore. it's because i got sucked in to myspace land and it's just too damn much fun for me to do anything else. please smell the sarcasm here. sooo ok here's my life:
i went to ann arbor for a visit in august and realized that i left something really important there when i left last spring, i left my life and i kind of miss it so i'm moving back soon. soon as in monday, yep, i'm leaving monday to drive back to michigan. i'm really excited, i'm so sick of southern california i could just go on a killing spree. the people here are a bunch of suck ass superficial nut cases, and they drive like blind apes wearing lead shoes. so it's either go live my life with all my friends and deal with hating winter or stay here accomplishing nothing in the perpetual sunshine which i can't even really enjoy because i'm such a fucking albino anyway. i may not stay in michigan permanently, but if i do end up leaving again i am NOT moving back to california! ever! is that clear? whew.
so, i might be stopping by to visit rosie420 and asininehopes in missouri but i'm not sure if i'll have enough time. i really want to though, so we'll see. if i can make it there by wednesday i'll definitely stop by for a bit, hope that's ok! too bad! no, really, i miss you but i'm on kind of a tight schedule this time.
anyhow that's my update. oh, that and i met a girl i really like while i was in michigan, she's absolutely great and it was really going to suck trying to carry on a long distance relationship, so the whole moving back to michigan thing is pretty cool for us too. i've carried on a long distance thing before and actually made it work but boy was it a severe pain in the lonely ass. so i get to be with my honey, double bonus, i'm really happy. it's been a long, looooong time since i've fallen for a girl who is as queer as me and i've been totally happy with, so hooray.
ok, that's my update. yee haw, i'm going to bed now. |
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[Apr. 27th, 2006|03:35 am] |
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driving a cab is so strange. the most bizarre people ride in cabs, i drive those on the fringes of society... and drunk marines. it's like people watching in the weirdest bar in the world, except i have to spend time with them alone for a while. it's true, people do tell the strangest things to cabbies, they spill their guts like i'm some kind of therapist. an untrained therapist, that gives really bad advice. i prefer to not say anything at all to them, while i watch as they try to get a good look at me from the back seat and not be obvious about it. i think it confuses people when you don't automatically start up some pointless small talk with them. then i turn the radio down so it's barely audible, so there's almost an awkward silence but not quite. see, i like making people uncomfortable because i'm so sick of answering stupid questions about the way i look. plus it works really well at keeping guys from harassing me for my phone number and making lewd comments.
i do really like the job though, it's certainly interesting. it's only been just over two months and i've already driven a british man with a broken leg to the emergency room, been ripped off and robbed (in a roundabout way, long story), had to kick guys and even one girl out for being too creepy, had a drunk guy stand next to my car staring at me for fifteen minutes, had more than one guy so drunk i've had to pull over to let them puke (if they get any in my cab i charge them at least 50 bucks), had an old lady forget where she was going, had a lady who only knew how to get home by going exactly the same way the bus goes, i tell ya, never a dull moment.
other than all that i haven't been doing much lately. my scrap of a social life disappeared since i have to drive every day from 5pm to 5am. life is pretty uneventful, no trouble to get in to, no time. in short, i'm BORED! heh. i wish i had time to get out and have a beer, meet people who aren't sketchy cab people.
anyhow, there's my rant. got sleepyface....about to fall out...gotta go |
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| you talkin to me? |
[Feb. 10th, 2006|07:06 pm] |
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well hooray! funny way to start out an entry about getting fired from my job, no? just wait.. ok, so i got fired from my job on wednesday. i got hired in december at a factory called deutsch, they make connectors for things like computers, cars, planes, space shuttles, and bombs. yeah, the kind of bombs that kill people. needless to say i had a bit of a moral problem working for, well, i call people who make bombs warmongers. fair enough? anyhow, they fired me because i was hideously ill with some awful stomach virus, went to the hospital, got a note for two days off work, brought in my note only to be given my last check. they don't accept doctor's notes until you've been there a year. a year! so they let me go, the bastards. but hey, screw 'em, cause today i got hired as a taxi driver. hell yeah! i've always wanted to drive a cab, it's sort of the ideal job for a gal who can't lift anything for shit anymore, bad back and all. so, here's to a new career. need a ride? |
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| woah, i honestly wouldn't have guessed me a satanist |
[Jan. 12th, 2006|05:21 pm] |
 | You scored as Satanism. Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Satanism! Before you scream, do a bit of research on it. To be a Satanist, you don't actually have to believe in Satan. Satanism generally focuses upon the spiritual advancement of the self, rather than upon submission to a deity or a set of moral codes. Do some research if you immediately think of the satanic cult stereotype. Your beliefs may also resemble those of earth-based religions such as paganism.
Buddhism | | 79% | Satanism | | 79% | Paganism | | 67% | agnosticism | | 54% | atheism | | 54% | Judaism | | 29% | Hinduism | | 29% | Christianity | | 25% | Islam | | 25% | </td>
Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)
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| someone kill my television, cable is eating my brain |
[Jan. 10th, 2006|06:09 pm] |
it's been a really, really long time since i've updated here. let's see, i've been in oceanside, california now for eight months. eight long, boring months. since i got here i've gotten a boyfriend, dumped my boyfriend realizing once again that i don't like boyfriends, gotten my car broken into and my laptop stolen, gotten my laptop replaced, waited seven months to find a job, and basically spent a lot of time alone, thinking about how much i miss ann arbor. the people here are stale and superficial, there is no punk scene and everything is too expensive to do. it really is a big fashion show, i had forgotten how shallow people can be. i'm thinking about moving to georgia next, my ex lives there and she wants me to come stay with her, maybe get back together. it's a long story, but i'm definitely willing, and ready to get the hell out of southern california. i missed my family while i was gone, but damn, i've come out here just to watch them waste away in this unfriendly place. they won't do anything i suggest to make their lives better, so i feel my staying here much longer is pointless. i don't want to waste away here with them, no siree, so to the south i go, like i wanted to in the first place. some day, i swear, i'll have a summer house in ann arbor and a winter house in new orleans. mark my words.
i miss you guys. cheers. |
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| pigs flying? |
[Sep. 24th, 2005|05:10 pm] |
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boys are dumb, i don't like them and i'll never touch one again. just clarifying. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 22nd, 2005|08:43 pm] |
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well, the truck driving thing fell through because of the back problem thing. it's been pretty ugly here having no money and all. you wouldn'y believe how fucking hard it is to get a job here with a head full of dreads and facial tattoos. nobody will hire me, not even a parking lot after having a year and a half of "parking experience". i may have a breakthrough here though, my notboyfriend aaron was a union stagehand for years until he started having siezures and is now more or less disabled and unable to work, but he may be able to get me an in with the union, plus when i was in college years ago i actually majored in technical theatre. so tomorrow we go to the union and attempt to sign me up, wish me luck 'cause i so need it. my mom's been really great since i got here, helping with the bills and all and not being too angry with me for not working yet. i think she almost understands how difficult it's been. i have a really bad back, it's worse than ever, and it really limits what jobs i can do, and my generally wierd appearance has definitely not helped. it may sound like a vacation, but i'm bloody miserable. i have done absolutely nothing really exciting or fun since i got here because i have absolutely no money to do it with. i feel like i'm drowning. i should never have left when i did, i wanted to wait 'till the end of summer to move but mom insisted i leave when i did, and i don't really blame her, caring for my grandma has been really hard on her and she needs all the help she can get. i think it would have been better to wait though, but that's the thing with ann arbor, you wait 'till after summer to leave, but the summer was so fun you can't imagine going away, then winter comes and you're stuck and the whole cycle starts all over again. oh well. i guess things can only get better, right? insert a whole bunch of other happy cliches here... |
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| oh boy.. |
[Jul. 20th, 2005|07:06 pm] |
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i am sitting in a well air conditioned hotel room in phoenix by myself. i'm here for truck driving school and it's been one day and i'm already wondering if i should have come here. we had physicals today and had to lift a bunch of really heavy shit repeatedly, and for all of you who don't know i have a really bad back (or disc, if you want to be minute about it). so, i guess if i can move my legs when i wake up tomorrow i'll continue with school, but if not i'm going to have to go home and scramble for a job as it has already been waaaaaaaaaay too long since i've gotten a paycheck. things were so much easier in michigan...this is me being severely homesick. by the way it's hotter than fuck here, like between 105 and 115 degrees generally during the day. ouch. people are dying because it's so hot, it's not right. inside i am laughing at brooke and adam for wanting to move here, and i don't even care right now that that's totally mean, they broke my heart so there.
other news, it looks like it'll take a large miracle or act of the gods to get me out there for punk week, i'll either be still in truck driving training or severely poor and needing work badly. i am very very sad about this, but i hope that i can make it out there in the fall. i miss ann arbor music, i miss my friends, and i miss the best summers ever. i'm trying really hard to keep things from starting a downward spiral.
i miss all of you....
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| exactly... |
[Jun. 30th, 2005|10:07 pm] |
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i am in oceanside, ca, about 30 minutes north of san diego. i got your message casper, but i almost never make phone calls cause i am a jerk. i'll force myself to soon though, i miss ya. i'm starting truck driving school soon so i'll be in phoenix for three weeks, i'm not sure when i'm starting yet. until i start getting paychecks though i'm sorta stuck here in oceanside. there are no punks here, it's weird. |
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| a short message from california |
[Jun. 27th, 2005|07:57 pm] |
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i'm here. it's lonely and hot and the people are all insane. i generally don't like it and generally miss the shit out of everybody in michigan. so there. i'm going to trucking school soon, wheee! that's all i have time to write. drop me a fucking line, dudes. it's lonely as hell out here!!! |
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| the anecdotal tale of a very broken car |
[Apr. 25th, 2005|01:51 am] |
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last august my dad gave me a car, a 1991 mistubishi galant to be precise. he lives in california so i had to fly out there and drive it back to michigan. dad had put an unhappily large sum of money into the fixing up of this automobile and felt confident that it would function properly for the remainder of its existance. alas, here follows a tale of misfortune...
the car broke down in oklahoma, just slowed down and stopped altogether after leaving a gas station, thus stranding myself, my friend and my dog in a very midwestern place, but luckily close to my dad's cousin's house. car goes to shop, the diagnosis: a totally broken transmission. many phonecalls and many sighs of irritation later dad agrees to uphold his side of the deal and pay for repairs ("if anything goes wrong on the way back to michigan i'll pay for it, but after that it's all your responibility") yay dad! transmission gets rebuilt, journey continues, we arrive late but safe. eight months of properly functioning car pass when suddenly it decides to only run in third gear (it's an automatic, but i know third gear when i see it). many oh dears, a trip to a haas transmissions. haas says, we can't find any problems with the transmission but the electrical systen seems to be a little wacky, you need to take it to the dealership so they can plug it in to their fancy diagnostic machine. ok, go to dealership, they say, well, we plugged it in and had a listen to it and it sounds like you need a new transmission. oh really? hmm, that's interesting, considering it is a new transmission. upon deciding that the dealership is run by a bunch of unsavory characters i took it to yet another transmission shop, advanced transmissions. they have a good poke around in it and decide, well, we don't see anything wrong with the transmission but the electrical system seems a little wacky, you need to take it to the dealership. oh, sweet jesus, i say, i just took it to the dealership, they said i need a new transmission. oh dear, well, um, we can try to find you another trans shop with better diagnostic equipment to take it to that will perhaps honor your warranty from the oklahoma shop like we do... ok, go for it. i get a phonecall, well, we found you a shop.. great, what's it called?.. it's called haas, it's in.....oh, christ, you've got to be kidding me. that's the first place i took it to. oh, i see. and this is where things start to degrade. i get one guy saying that he can go ahead and give me a quote for a rebuilt transmission, and i say quote schmote, go ahead and rebuild it if you want, it's under warranty. i get another guy saying they don't have my warranty information even though i gave it to them the first time i brought the car in. i took it in again to appease the paperwork gods, i get an ok, we'll call you.. they don't call, i call them, they say well, our technician is about to check the electrical system for any shorts it might have, and at this point they've had it for three weeks and i'm thinking, fuck's sake man, shouldn't you have already tried that?? now it's been a month since they've had the car, they called me on friday apparently to give me the true answer to the problem but i was so worn out from insomnia that i slept through the call. i'm on pins and needles awaiting their call tomorrow. i'm scheduled to leave michigan in a month, but my departure depends on my selling this car so i can buy a van to put all my stuff and pets in and tow my motorcycle behind. i would have much rather sold it outright, but now time is so slim it looks like i'll have to trade it in at a bloody dealership and get totally ripped off for it, if it even gets fixed. if it's an electrical problem i have no idea where the money's going to come from to fix it. i'm praying for a covered by warranty problem, but who knows. this is by far the most unbelievable car problem i've ever had, at exactly the worst time. should i even believe them when they tell me what's up? at this point i don't have much choice. time has a way of passing, even when you really need it to stop.
thanks for making it to the end of this post. i don't know how to do that neat link-to-long-messages thing. if anyone's ever had a similarly baffling car problem i'd like to hear about it,or any advice for dealing with these insane mechanics. it is entirely possible that i will set the car on fire to get some satisfaction out of the situation. |
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| life is ______ |
[Mar. 20th, 2005|06:58 pm] |
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| | fifteen degrees, live in my basement | ] |
just spent the day shopping, in the middle of the day on a saturday, what an entirely stupid idea. now i'm in my room listening to the band i was supposed to be in (fifteen degrees) totally rock in my basement. they sound really good, i am sad that i'm leaveing and i had to drop out of the band, but any of you guys that can should go see them when they play out. i wonder if this sore spot in my heart from the big band breakup will ever leave. i have a feeling that finding a home for myself in the music scene in san diego is going to be horribly difficult. it's so competitive there, so much new pop crap, how will i ever find another gypsy circus jazz punk rock movie music band? sigh. there are so many things i will miss when i leave here. by the way, i am officially leaving at the end of may. time is flying, god, it's very bittersweet, and this is me trying not to be overdramatic about it, heh.
well, i'm going to go play music by myself. if anyone wants to jam with me before i go, call me, email me, send telepathic messages. 734-306-6551, ravenstranger@yahoo.com. i would love to play some music, my cello bow is broken right now though. if anyone knows where i could get one for a reasonable price let me know.
cheers. |
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[Feb. 28th, 2005|05:34 am] |
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haven't posted in a while. well, you know, it's winter so i've pretty much holed myself up in my room until spring. then i'm moving back to california, sometime between april and june, for real this time. i've finally had it with holing myself up in my room every winter and bitching about how bloody cold it is and then just staying here until oh god it's winter again and i still hate it! grr. i commend all of you who have dealt with this awful weather for a lifetime, because i cannot do it. maybe if i had the emotional capacity of a normal human being i could, but let's face it, i don't, and i'm too silly to be able to just deal with the uncomfortable coldness until it stops seven months later. it's taking a toll on how much i enjoy being alive so, goodbye. i love the people that i have become friends with and i'll miss the ever-loving crap out of yous, but i just can't do it anymore! plus my mom and grandma really need a bunch of help right now and i'm pretty much the only one that can come and give it to them. i kinda miss my family anyhow, it's been six years since i've lived 2500 miles away from them. i have two brothers i've barely gotten to spend time with and a nephew i've never even seen.
so, if any of you have any reason to come to san diego, come visit me! i may have a family to spend time with, but friend-wise it's gonna be lonely as fuck. oh well, sacrifices sacrifices. come visit, the weather's great..
i can't wait to get my motorcycle onto my farourite desert roads, finally, it's what i bought it for in the first place. hello anza-borrego, goodbye scraping freezing rain off my car. i'll be picking sage and catching banded geckos while yall are freezing yer arses off. whee! |
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| i left my heart in the bayou |
[Nov. 9th, 2004|03:23 pm] |
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i spent five days in new orleans and it was the most amazing place i've ever been. i've been obsessed with going there since i was a kid and my plans to go always get ruined, but not this time. i've read so much about the place, i had a pretty strong impression of what it would be like and i wasn't let down at all. i've never been to the east coast, but i have to assume that there's really no place like new orleans in the u.s., and if there is i'd like to know about it 'cause i wanna go there too. i think i've finally found the place i'd like to call home, sorry ann arbor, but i think you're gonna lose me in a few months! i never meant to end up in michigan in the first place, but i've got to say living here and getting to know all the folks here has been worth it, a2 will definitely have a special place in my heart no matter where i go.
now for an important message:
the nothing will be playing our last show ever on saturday november 20 at the neutral zone. sah, hdb, and the stay at home runaways will also be playing, plus the release of our new and last album. be there or be a total poop head! |
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| tragedy |
[Sep. 17th, 2004|08:23 am] |
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the nothing has broken up. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 15th, 2004|09:27 am] |
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okay, it's been a while. i have internet again, woo hoo, now the four people i know on live journal can read my melodramatic ramblings once again. i assure you, many things have happened since the last time i posted here that i'd rather not mention but most of ann arbor has probably heard at least rumor of. let's just say things are better than they were. be warned however, something very unfortunate has just happened in my world that will effect other peoples' worlds as well, maybe, BUT i cannot say what it is yet due to odd notification circumstances. that makes no sense.... my next post will contain sad news, be prepared. right now thinking about it really makes me want to curl up and sob like a three year old.
oh happy days!
quote of the day:
"tell your monkey to stop peeking at my soul or i'll be forced to blind him permanently". |
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| o lord, deliver me from such horrors..... |
[Feb. 12th, 2004|06:24 am] |
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a house on fourth street blaring smooth jazz but otherwise dark and empty looking, most certainly the creepiest thing i've witnessed all week..even creepier than this:
tonight agnes took me out to sushi to make me feel better after an absolutely awful week (car got towed away and sold for $25, bank took nearly my entire paycheck to pay for my delinquent loan payment, fell on my back on the ice on our sidewalk, got a call from some lawyer telling me i'm being sued for a $55 bounced check at home depot, motorcycle got repossessed after paying $700 so that it wouldn't get reposessed, village corner for some reason hasn't been paying me or is losing my paychecks, got a letter from some different lawyer stating i've been summoned for another lawsuit against me for a $657 bill from getting my wisdom teeth pulled, hmm, is that everything?) at wasabi where we sat for a good couple hours. we became transfixed by the conversation between the two yuppie ladies in the booth behind us. they were the most amazing examples of stereotypical, thirty-something, pump- and-business-skirt-wearing, brainwashed by the media, striving to be perfectly socially acceptably feminine, ditzy, hair-flipping bimbo businesswomen i have ever had the displeasure of sharing space with. at one point one of them busts out with, (insert the most annoying, squeaky, high-decibel yuppie shriek you've ever heard here---->)"i don't have any lamps with shades, oh my god I DON'T HAVE ANY LAMPS WITH SHADES! oh my god! i wonder what kind of lighting i do have? just regular lights? OH MY GOD, I CAN'T BELIEVE I DO NOT HAVE ONE LAMP WITH A SHADE! WHU-, WHY, OH MY GOD!" and they both went into a fit of hight-pitched squealing, as if it were the most disturbing personal crisis she had ever found herself in. i was so mortified at her dilemma that i promptly impaled my eardrums with chopsticks so as to be delivered from any more such exclamations. when i removed them and cleared the blood and gore from my ear canals i overheard that they were now immersed in an in-depth conversation about britney spears and christina aguillera as if the pop singers' lives were really valuable and important to their own. amazing. i'll never know what it is to be one of their kind.
alas, i grow weary and heavy eye lidded.
quote of the day:
"christ, get this thing out of my nose.." |
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