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Tuesday, September 5th, 2006
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1:05 pm
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So I think I'll take a stab at resurrecting this thing. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
I am kicking some serious ass this semester. I'm going to be done with my thesis by Halloween. I actually like my thesis, too. I'm half way through and now I just get to write the part that I've wanted to write for the past two years, which my thesis adviser and I have been calling "the fun part."
After that, I honestly have no idea what I'm going to be doing. I am really having trouble thinking beyond my thesis right now. Regardless, I'm still going to Austin. Not just to be with Eliot, but also because I want to take some time off in a relatively interesting city. The idea of going to culinary school, grad school, or teaching to make some money before I do either of those things, all sound equally appealing. I guess time will tell.
For now, I leave you with some wise words from my hero, who also happens to have magical powers.
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| Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006
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3:12 pm - multimedia trees!
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Due to computer related troubles, I will be hosting a radio show this Sunday.
Does anyone have any song requests?
I have an honor anything policy.
This semester is going pretty well so far. I like all my classes with the exception of Transvestite Theater, but at least that class will knock off all my remaining requirements. I am so excited about writing my thesis and a lot less scared about the whole process than I predicted. I think learning how to weld at the same time is creating a really nice balance. I like the feeling of working on something completely physical and seeing actual results.
Anyway, give me your song requests!
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| Friday, January 27th, 2006
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3:48 am - happy miranda birthday
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| Friday, November 18th, 2005
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7:43 pm - !!!!
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Eliot and I were just looking up Florida mugshots because one of his co-workers had his anklet tracker thing go off at work and Eliot wanted to see what he did. Well, we were brought to the Florida sex offenders site to find that Eliot's employer heavily hires these gems.
But here's the real fucking kicker:
JEFFREY FUCKING JONES lives seriously a block away from us! And we found this out from the Florida sex offenders site!
You know, the actor who is most memorable for his role as the principal in Ferris Beuler's Day off. He was in other classics such as Beetle Juice, Stay Tuned, Ed Wood, Amadeus, Howard the Duck, etc., etc. He is one of my favorite actors who have disappeared off the planet... for child pornography on his computer?
"Hey Jeffrey Jones, we're big fans! We found your address off the Florida sex offenders site! Can we start a fan club??"
I have no idea what to think about this, but my admiration of this neighborhood just went up. Besides the fact that one of the guys in our apartment complex openly walked across the parking lot the other night with a riffle in his hand.. is that even legal?
<3 the hybrid of Sarasota and Bradenton area
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| Wednesday, November 2nd, 2005
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12:12 pm - over the hump
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In the past not that many weeks I have done the following:
- Three 10 page papers
- One 20 page paper
- Two class lectures, one defending said 20 page paper (with social anxiety - mmmm, benzos)
- Thesis (what I'm actually doing, research, and finding a committee that I actually like)
Oh, fuck yeah... I'm graduating early!
Who wants to fucking celebrate with me? I'm done and actually Have Time To Do Something.
current mood: accomplished
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| Wednesday, October 19th, 2005
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11:24 pm
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| Tuesday, October 4th, 2005
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7:13 pm - help me procrastinate, help me, help me
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If you read this, even if we do not speak often, comment with one memory of me.
It can be anything you want, good or bad.
Just as long as it happened.
Then post this on your livejournal to see what other people remember about you..
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| Wednesday, September 28th, 2005
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3:12 pm - soluble fish
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This semester has just been about Freud and plans. Seriously. All my classes are obsessed with Freud, so I'll try to make this entry as phallocentric as possible by actually reaching a conclusion instead of my usual vague-ass entries.
So, guess what?
It looks like I'll be doing my thesis early, starting next semester and then finishing up by next December. It's on Mary Shelley's Frankenstein and the Romantic "monster" that emerges from the perceived-to-be-corrupted social construction and how it returns in various film and literary forms in the 20th century. To make it short, the scariest thing about people are always going to be PEOPLE, rather than an android or something.
After I'm done, I'm going to go to an even BETTER state than Florida....
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TEXAS!!
Yeah, so I have plans. I want to go to Austin with Eliot and will likely (hopefully?) go to UT for grad school.
We're in love.
Yeah.
current mood: excited
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| Monday, September 5th, 2005
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8:12 pm - yay, movies
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SO... Eliot and I are doing Saturday THEMED film showings and you should totally come out.
Stay tuned next mod for my theme, "Journeys Into Obsession."
current mood: benadryl
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| Monday, July 11th, 2005
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12:37 am
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| Saturday, June 11th, 2005
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12:05 pm - memory work
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So this is my first summer in Sarasota.
Eliot graduated and I moved into his ex-crack den apartment. It's pretty nice, besides the fact that I found syringes in the freezer from an old roommate who liked to "freak people out with them." I love the history of places I live though. I had this dream the other night that I went back to Pei 107 to meet the new people who moved in there. To begin with, 107 exists in my memory in a multitude of forms. Afterall, I was "expanding my mind" a lot when I lived there. Anyway, I walk in and this girl is completely uninterested. I look around the room, trying to chit-chat by making comments about how the room has changed. On my old side of the room, there's this tiny window I somehow never noticed before. I gaze out the window and see this brown shelter surrounded by this white-gray gritty texture. At first I think it's a painting but then I realize it's a window. I keep looking at it and am taken someplace else in my dream trying to remember where this familiar shelter came from. I go back memory connected to memory until I remember things from my childhood within the dream. Then it clicks - it's the brown garage that was part of 7 Ridgewood Street when I lived in New York until I was 8. Not only was this something I remembered, but it was a specific memory I saw through the window: it was snowing and I sat on the ledge below the star tree as everything was blanketed with snow.
I always accuse myself of never remembering anything. I always try to think really hard about memories I really wished to keep. I wish I could remember more about my father. I try to remember conversations and old thoughts and moments now so stale. I think memory works a lot how it did in my dream. Everything is buried by snow, but the snow melts sometimes when you don't even realize it, unearthing the forgotten.
I've been in such a weird state of mind lately. I stopped taking my medication and feel a lot better, but I'm still frozen with panic more often than I'd like. I feel relaxed, yet a little manic. I feel forgotten and remembered. Dusty and clear. Shy and argumentative. Cathartic and subconscious.
Afterall, I ended the school year with a "collapsible shelter that's a self portrait" project for sculpture that was an umbrella that rained on the inside. The sun was so bright and the air so smoldering. I sat down in the middle of the Caples courtyard with my black umbrella. Poured water into it from a Sierra Mist (effort?) bottle and rose it over my head as I sat then, getting drenched. I thought it was the stupidest idea I ever had until I did it and felt so good and everything really seemed to have clicked in some way or another. I explained it in a cliched way without trying to get too personal, so it was a self portrait, with my voice shaking and my hands trembling: "You need rain in order to appreciate the sun." That's how I ended my second year at New College.
It's been raining here so much. I have really good memories of this apartment before I moved in when all the hurricanes were hitting Florida last year. That's how Eliot and I got together. I was over here and pretty much had to stay because a hurricane came and didn't want to drive back. I ended up staying for the other hurricanes.
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| Friday, May 6th, 2005
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11:36 am - i like making lists of everything
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Dear New College, Immanuel Kant, the financial advisers who I have to listen to talk 12 hours a week about death benefits (DB), long term care insurance (LTCI), in the event of a premature death (EPD), and your clients whom you treat with this surreal combination of apathy and zeal, Eliot's threatening stomach virus, as well as Zoe, who keeps escaping from her cage and chewed through all the wires around my desk, cutting off my communication in the world by chewing through my cell phone charger AND MY FROG PHONE (this was what actually made be break down and cry because I love my frog phone. My mom gave it to me and it's a frog shaped phone that has these buggy eyes that light up red when someone calls), as well as causing about $150 in damage... eczema, for being a horrible genetic disease that makes me constantly itchy, the collapsable self portrait shelter I have to make for sculpture, Emily Dickinson, whom I definitely do not hate, but can't concentrate on because I'm too fucking preoccupied and lost with my own enigmatic mental puzzles, and yes, I do have the right to run on sentences and bad grammar because I feel fucking cracked out from all the devotion I have to give you all ---
Please stop. My head really hurts.
XOXO,
Holly
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| Monday, April 4th, 2005
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10:11 pm - so...
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| Tuesday, March 29th, 2005
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5:06 pm - an incorrect use of irony
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| Monday, March 14th, 2005
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7:43 am
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| Saturday, March 12th, 2005
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1:58 pm - the placenta hour
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AHH!! Zoey (my new hamster - the only pet I could possibly get) is giving birth right now!
What to do I do?? I never had a hamster before.
I knew I should never have gotten another animal again from Animal Crackers.
Maybe I'll have inbred, genetically fucked up hamsters for all in a few weeks if she doesn't eat them, which I honestly kind of hope she does.
This is disgusting and not at all Milo and Otis style.
current mood: dirty
current music: the great dictator
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| Saturday, February 26th, 2005
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1:47 am - YAY! I'M IN THE 1%!
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From now on, everyday should be pharmaceutical awareness day!
current mood: disturbed
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| Saturday, February 19th, 2005
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6:49 am - all time low or i don't remember what the associated property means anymore.
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Why have I been up all night? Why, when the closest I come to sleeping, I partially dream up geometry and have associated mind's eye visuals? Why have Eliot and I been singing songs about the quadratic formula? Why?
BECAUSE OF MATH!
current mood: that pre-7:30 AM test feeling
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| Monday, February 7th, 2005
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10:17 am - this semester
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Lyrics of Industrialization
Modern Philosophy
Writing Tutorial
Sculpture I
ISP.. what happened to my ISP?
I also work at Copytalk and transcribe creepy financial advisers talking about their poor (in every sense of the word but not usually in financial terms) clients. Oh, the "octopus revenue" will hold on to you and not let go with its "tentacles of profit."
I want to do something drastic and I want to get either a hedgehog or a chinchilla.
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| Tuesday, January 25th, 2005
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11:54 am
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What is a good pet that isn't a cat or a dog?
I'm open to anything, except if you start getting into the insect family. Lobsters okay.
current music: snoring by dj e-lo
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