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omg.

LOL. WHY DOES LJ STILL WORK?

i think i'm finally going to delete this after i export everything. damn. that's a lot of shit to go through...

hello LJ.

whoa, what? i can't believe this site still even exists.

“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life."
— Bob Marley

i saw this quote on someone's facebook...i really enjoy it.

i think i'm going to delete my journal.
why?
i onno.
i write in it sometimes, but mostly it's just there for when i'm bored.
i waste my time. i don't really read anyone else's journal anymore, save a few. and the only communities i look at are for sufjan stevens and bjork. same as always.

i'm kind of looking to partially delete my presence on the internet. now, i'm going to keep some obvious things like facebook (never will i join twitter! you can't make me!) for networking and such. i mean, a LOT of it is just social, but now that i have talented friends all over the country working for different theaters, many doors of opportunity are open to me. but lj...it's just passe. it was great in middle school and high school. but i just don't need it anymore.

then again, this journal has over six years of memories. something like 1,700 entries. that's nearly incomprehensible. it's a lot to lose, but then again, it's only material. the memories that really matter are in my head.

but maybe this will make me write in my pen&paper journal more. maybe i'll get outside more. you know? i probably won't miss it at all. actually, i don't know -- i've been an lj user since 2002. 12 years old.

no, whatever. it'll be great. all phases have to end at some point -- believe it or not, there will be a day when we no longer have facebooks. yes, it's true.

i guess i'll leave this up for a couple days (if anyone still reads this?) orrrrr maybe i'll just delete it right now. cuz i feel like it.

i dunno.

i guess goodbye?

it's been fun. i made/kept some good friends on here.

i am completely finished with school until the middle of september. like, i am finished. i have no responsibilities; no obligations. this is such a strange, strange feeling. no drafts? no required work time until 2 am? no more art history? NO MORE ART HISTORY CLASS. sweet baby jesus.

this weekend was epic. i don't even feel like i can explain it. but i will. eventually. not now...i have some sleeping to do. and no alarm to look forward to! dis be great time, yach!

just to keep you on the edge of your seat...i saw romolo's hand muslce. like, THE muscle. and lots of his blood. yup. (don't worry, he's fine & dandy on vicodin.)

CAR
BEING FIXED TOMORROW
NO MONEY REQUIRED

MINNESOTA AND SAN FRANCISCO IS AN UNOFFICIALLY OFFICIAL GO

so much to do. but what i really feel like doing is sitting around listening to beirut and other eastern european music, drinking red wine, and eating honey mustard & onion pretzel crisps, and arranging bouquets of flowers. gypsy apparel is preferred.

lots of random tidbits:

i find out today or tomorrow if i get to go to san francisco this summer.

that boy is one son of a gun. yowz. i tell ya what.

my cousin just bought an already-established vintage shop in south philly. she is recruiting my help to buy vintage items for it. watch out, my friends.

my grandpa has throat cancer. it's not supposed to kill him, but he may lose his voice...

yesterday i bought my "costume" for beaux arts, which happens next weekend. it is a slinky black party dress, and i bought black stilettos to go with it. leigh-ann should, in theory, not be able to walk in stilettos. but miracles do happen.

i keep forgetting this, but i am seeing no doubt in concert on june 11. and i really want to go see jenny lewis at the troc.

if i was young i'd flee this town
i'd bury my dreams underground
as did i, we drink to die
we drink tonight far from home
elephant gun
let's take them down one by one

let the seasons begin it rolls right along
let the seasons begin take the big king down

LOL, venezuela gave new jersey an island.

hooray for third period of the month! my first cycle on birth control is coming to an end, and i have bled for more days than i have not. all sorts of fun. but the worst is over, i suppose -- as long as this stuff works. now is when i'm ACTUALLY supposed to have it, and it's working like normal: cramps, easily annoyed, my affinity for ibuprofen, the whole deal.

anyway, this week has been interesting. on tuesday pam (evil color & design teacher) pulled me out of class to personally tell me that i suck. like, she actually said the word, "suck." she said in the beginning i was one of her top design students, but now she feels like i am fizzling to the bottom. and this happened after she got really mean and sarcastic with my class, and told us we are just moronic monkeys coloring inside boxes because we don't understand anything we do. so that was a whole barrel of fun. i am almost too proud to have said anything, really, i almost couldn't tell katie what happened. the real reason why my work has suffered: the more the year goes on, the less i respect her, and therefore the less desire i have to do good work for her class. that was my entire year with rector. that's why senior year was 50% awful. but i'm going to remedy it. this just means i have to kick some hella color & design ass.

the show i've been working on opens tonight, so no more crew for this week! i've still had tons of homework and had to stay up late doing it, and i still haven't made it over to the gym. that bothers me. i really do believe it is because i'm busy, but i feel like i could have made a stronger effort. oh well, i'll go talk to the nutritionist tomorrow morning and she'll give me good advice and i'll feel better about it.

in other news...katie's parents are visiting this weekend, and this guarantees a shopping trip. yes! spending money i don't have. i can't wait. moooore girly undergarments!

in other unrelated news...i am going to be a production designer for a movie at the film school next year! i don't know how in-depth i'm allowed to get/they'll let me go, but it'll be amazing. i know i'm shooting far but i'd love to work on movies as part of my career. i especially love movies about ordinary people...think garden state, eternal sunshine, etc...all the shit in their houses has to be carefully composed. the crooked shades, the magnets on the refrigerator, the leaking toothpaste on the sink -- that doesn't just happen. someone plans that. and i would love to do that.

i don't want a car anymore. actually, i just don't want this car. it didn't have any problems until i started driving it...and i don't even drive it that badly. i accelerate fast but i've only had it for 20,000 miles. and it's barely over 50,000 miles total. i don't understand. i don't want this to continue to be a money-suck. i'd really appreciate that. i'd also really appreciate my trip to minnesota/san fran. really. please. it's not much. i mean, it's big and awesome, but it's one thing. it's all i ask.

on a more positive note...i don't have a double shift of crew tomorrow! i get to RELAX! slash do homework. slash yummyyummyyummy? slash think about my 13 hours (max) of crew over the weekend. YES.

it's okay, saturday includes a dance performance and a formal dress-up party, southern style. and (hopefully some good) alcohol.