hype_city

Fri, 12 Jun 2009 21:38:08 GMT

someone write this paper for me.

I feel like my mind burnt out 2 weeks ago.

Mon, 04 May 2009 23:56:28 GMT

You are a
Social Liberal
(85% permissive)

and an...
Economic Liberal
(6% permissive)

You are best described as a:

Socialist

Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid
Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

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I was looking through old LJ posts and when I took this test at age 18, I was a "Centrist". Oh how education, time, and experiences can change people. I can't believe I still post date my journal. LOL

Sat, 07 Mar 2009 02:47:22 GMT

I live in Gotham City and Bill Sizemore is the Joker.

Sat, 07 Feb 2009 02:22:13 GMT

Wed, 28 Jan 2009 22:07:49 GMT

I am nothing but a shell of the man i once was
so you could put me to your ear
and actually hear yester-year's ocean

I was in shape, then
A much better built body
Of water with infinite waves
and fathomless depths
where you could have gone deep-sea fishing for compliments
and caught plentiful schools of reassuring comments

Now all you get is the boot

You fell for the bait and got hooked on what you thought i .was.
Now we're both struggling to win this tug of war of the worlds
Where we breath the same air it's just done differently.
And I'm trying to figure out ways to have comfortably survive outside your element
Compromising intelligence
I dabbled in watered-down thoughts that
Filtered in from main-stream.

I'm offering mind-altering ideas that make the most quiet nature brain
Scream from exposure to the types of things that
won't necessarily make you happier

They'll just give you a greater range of emotions

And I can feel myself getting lured into deeper oceans of
Fantasy lands
Where people think they're as safe as cartoons
Simply because they speak in bubbles.

A sanitized safe-haven
Where you could face Satan and
Have his faith straightened.
His new goal would be to dethrone Poseidon and
Have Neptunes place taken.
They'd swash-buckled with their pitchforks
While Lucifer shit talks and rips
Thoughts of coral reefs
For relief he'd be like "bitch, walk"
From this oversize aquarium that daddy kept cleanly
To unhealthy degrees
Writing suicide notes with invisible ink
On transparencies
And posting them to the glass boundaries that
Surround the seas of change.

Strangely enough, while bringing back the reel ........
I could sense intense resistence
So I had no other choice
but to cut the line. I'm not
saying you're overly naive
I just think you should get into the habit of checking to see when strings are attached.

Fortunate for you I'm compassionate enough
To throw back what I catch
If its underdeveloped
And needs time to grow; though
I'm remorseful of the pain I've caused you.

And I want to kiss your lips better.

I sympathise with the sorrow by
Stroking the scar of my own traumatic experience with
My excommunicated tongue.

See I know exactly what you mean when you say
I hurts to much to talk.
I've been there.
I don't plan on returning 'cause
No matter how much of a distance I kept
Or how long I waited for my wounds to heal
They'd re-open with the slightest flash-back

So I sued time for mal-practice
That bastard's a hack with a
Rusty scalpel and
Barbed-wire stitched thread.
Instead of seeing things clearly
They're pitch red and there's this glitch in my head
That's got me thinking contradictions
It said:

"There are more fish in the sea!
Whether you hear me not,
Or you listen to me.
Whether you listen to me or
Hear me not!"

There are more micro-organisms in my teardrop.
But fear not
I'd never sink as low as to
Make my ears pop.

And I imagine now you only want to swim with members of your own league
And don't need me
Meddling
Sending sonar signals
High-pitched notes or symbols.
My voice is thrown far but ripples are only caused when you cast stones

But you shouldn't throw rocks
If you live in
fragile fairytales.

See when you put a shell to your ear
It is not the sound of crashing waves you're hearing
It's the amplified current of your bloodstream

It was your self pulse that created that
False human illusion of me.
Your tireless heart pumping
Out
An ocean of lies
And I foolishly tried
Filling impossible shoes
Resulting in my stumbleing
As I fell into the trap of making a women my element

Now I just can't get comfortable being out of you.

Tue, 23 Dec 2008 22:07:14 GMT

MAIL NETFLIX

DIG CAR OUT OF SNOW DRIFT

DISHES

TAKE TRASH OUT

CONSIDER PURPOSE OF LIFE

EMPTY LITTER BOX

PREPARE EXTRA CAT FOOD AND WATER

TIDY UP

Mon, 22 Dec 2008 15:21:59 GMT

This snow is ruining my future paycheck

Wed, 17 Dec 2008 22:43:06 GMT

“Authority is to be ridiculed, outwitted and avoided. And it’s fairly easy to do all three. If you believe in peace, act peacefully; if you believe in love, act lovingly…” - Tom Robbins

Mon, 01 Dec 2008 03:36:26 GMT

You are unlimited.

Mon, 24 Nov 2008 20:15:39 GMT

Spanish 202 - Second year Spanish
WS 315 - Feminist Analysis
UNST 212 - Sophomore Inquiry: American Studies
WS 312 - Feminist Philosophy

Mon, 24 Nov 2008 00:34:18 GMT

"People who imagine that history [his-story] flatters them (as it does, indeed, since they wrote it) are impaled on their history like a butterfly on a pin and become incapable of seeing or changing themselves, or the world. This is the place in which it seems to me, most white Americans find themselves. Impaled. They are dimly, or vividly, aware that the history they have fed themselves is mainly a lie, but they do not know how to release themselves from it, and they suffer enormously from the resulting personal incoherence."
- James Baldwin, "The White Man's Guilt" August 1965

Sun, 23 Nov 2008 22:09:43 GMT

I feel like I've forgotten my own personality.

Thu, 20 Nov 2008 21:59:30 GMT

Dentist - Coffee is one of your food groups, isn't it?

Wed, 19 Nov 2008 03:30:10 GMT

I want to make my mind throw up on a page. It would be messy and beautiful. It would be full of cigarette smoke and beer and coffee. It would be sad and strange. I can adequately describe what my result to be, but I can never perform the actual task. What is going on in there?

today

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 01:36:43 GMT

Woke up at 1:30 pm
Skipped Espanol
played Sim City
Took the trash out, got the mail (including my free copy of The Future Dictionary of America, thank you McSweeney's)
Walked to US Market and got a pack of American Spirits
Stopped off at Starbucks for a black coffee
Watched world news on ABC
Now... read, write, wait

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 22:38:11 GMT

What life consists of as of late
-closing shifts at Sbux
-eating left over Thai food from the restaurant Sean works at
-procrastination which results in stressful late nights before exams and presentations
-riding the MAX
-Reading When We Were Orphans by Kazou Ishiguro, and since it isn't holding my attention very well, also The Wind Up Bird Chronicle by Haruiki Murakami
-writers block
-happiness block
-excitement for moving into a downtown apartment in March
-Being annoyed with my loud neighbors
-playing Sim City 4
-watching Netflix movies
-being messy
-cigarettes and black coffee
-porters and stouts
-wishing I was an amazing writer (related to writers block? most definitely)

Mon, 03 Nov 2008 19:11:50 GMT

Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted.
-Martin Luther King Jr.

Sat, 25 Oct 2008 03:21:42 GMT

your drunken kisses as light as the air made me everything that falls down, eventually rises

It has been decided

Sat, 18 Oct 2008 18:41:17 GMT

Undergraduate coursework will continue as follows:
Major: Women's Studies
Emphasis: Sociology
Minor: Creative Writing

And, If Sean gets into a doctorate program at PSU, I will stay in school an additional two years and get a second BA, possibly English or Community Development. OR see if I could get into an interdisciplinary masters program for Women's Studies.

Mon, 13 Oct 2008 21:43:30 GMT

I am at the computer lab in the Broadway Building at school. I have been sneezing silently and I think it looks like I am having small seizures. Spanish composition was a success. I am trying to write and write and write so I can keep my promise to Tara but it seems that inspiration is hard for me to absorb. Finished reading A Wild Sheep Chase by Haruki Murakami, it was "easily accessible, yet profoundly complex". Well, off to take my second exam of the day, then to start work on a group presentation, then home and then maybe to a friend's house to watch Visitor Q.

In recent news...

Mon, 06 Oct 2008 20:08:31 GMT

Two updates within the hour, what a load. But after re-reading posts, I decided I better post a current thought so that in the future I can continue to read my 'old' lj.

So I will continue with a good old bullet list of my current affairs.

I enjoy receiving personalized book reviews, honestly not because I need to add to my "to-read" list, but because I really enjoy hearing what books the people i love loved. And bonus when I read them I think about why you loved it and it is a window to your brain. I also think about what made you recommend it to me, what did you think was the connection between myself and that book? and then I can gauge how I am perceived by others. For these same reasons, I love recommending things. Which I guess is another reason I love giving and receiving gifts. So in essence, I view personalized book reviews as a gift

I have a netflix accounthttp://www.netflix.com/BeMyFriend/P6KrGujVHEQad4zfumBQ

so add me if you do too!

School is not as exciting this quarter as it will be in the near future. I am soon meeting with a Women's Studies advisor to plan my future super rock-on, get me excited about education, classes.
This quarter I have, Microeconomics, Spanish 201, and Intro to Community Health
The people in P-land are much more willing to make friends with me than the people in Les Bois
I am trying to read as much as my schedule allows
I just ran out of coffee :( :( :(
I take the MAX line to school and to work.
We are moving soon
I am in need of furniture

and i am LATE

Mon, 06 Oct 2008 19:28:57 GMT

I just read this and fell in love with myself. Is that wrong?

I have two cats and live in a very small apartment. I am, however, proud of my apartment because it is my own.

I am proud of my cats for the same reasons.

I like socks, notably soft with strange patterns, prints or materials.

I smoke: clove cigarettes and the ganja, both irregularly.

I drink; fruit beer and the beer Sean and his roommate make in their kitchen

I read; mainly poetry, erotica, feminist zines, and highly wordy novels. I am jealous of the authors' abilities to write gracefully and originally.

I listen to a lot of music. I like Jolie Holland, My Brightest Diamond, and Aceyalone. I will not discuss further because I hate when others do.

I highly enjoy all things feminist and find the word to be very misunderstood, which interests me more.

I have two jobs, one is my passion for life at the moment, the other is simply a paycheck. I work full time, 40 to 50 hours a week

I go to school. I am taking Spanish, Calculus, and Logic. I took calculus and logic last year and failed both, I currently have A's in both.

In fact, I failed my whole spring semester, all 15 credits. I moved out of a dead relationship and into a very alive one. My grandmother died and I played violin at her funeral. I wrote letters to family and friends, all of which went un-responded too, except the one to my older sister Carrie. I spent the semester getting to know Sean, redecorating my *new* apartment, and walking up and down the greenbelt.

I took 3 summer classes and got straight A's.

My english teacher became somewhat of a mentor. He challenged my ideas and required me to vocalize my opinions.

Sean is, very much so, more than a "boyfriend". Actually I find it very hard to describe our relationship, other than it is like nothing I have ever experienced.

I hate this city, the reasons I moved here. A few good things of come of it though, mainly finding myself through isolation, meeting Sean, and working at the WC.

I miss a lot of people; my grandpa, my mom, peep, carrie, my dad, my nieces, Sarah, Tara, Courtney, Rachael, Kayla, Lynnly, Angie Munoz, even Tony.

I sit in the bathroom with my lights off and spy on my neighbors.

I wish I was a lot of things

One of my best friends is Charity, my partner at work. She is amazingly honest. It is people like her that I would have never had met if it weren't for the women's center.

Anais Nin and I share the same birthday

My favorite season is the current season, whatever it may be. (upon reflection, it is always the NEXT season, whatever that may be)

I am going to Prague this summer for six weeks

I am moving to Portland next fall to attend Portland State University and to enjoy the (relatively) large feminist population.

My journal is post-dated to the year 2013

That is all :)

Re-reading my old thoughts makes think I do have some off handed chance at becoming a writer some day, if I really focused on it.

Thu, 02 Oct 2008 18:14:04 GMT

diagnosis is over rated
normalcy is over rated
nudity rules
I say, use your current insanity to inspire greatness. All the greats were/are insane to some extent or another. Embrace

I guess I'll always be a child

Life Update

Fri, 29 Aug 2008 21:37:11 GMT

I don't know how many people are into reading LJ these days, but one-on-one communication is wavering and I feel the need to write about my personal current events. I have become the friend that no one knows what the hell is doing because I lack phone skills and live in another state, so if curiosity strikes you, read on.

Upon returning to the good old USA from Prague, I opted not to work and sat on my ass for a month before finally leaving Les Bois and moving to my new third favorite city, Portland. Sean and I found an apartment that holds no attitude, flare, or charm, but at least it is somewhere to live for the time being. For the first 20 days, work was impossible to find and after many frustrating "I am going to be homeless and starving because I have no money" thoughts, I have finally found work at my local Starbucks. This is not bad and it feeds my love of coffee steadily.

Sean is working at a Thia restaurant until he finds a career in his field of public administration. We have met some interesting characters and have a new roommate moving in on Saturday. This will be a big money saver and will ease much of the current stresses. His name is Sid and he was born in Spain, raised in France. He moved to New York city a year ago and moved to Portland 3 months ago. He is inteligent and enjoys the finer things in life so it should work out just fine.

I have decided to double major in Women's Studies and Community Development, so it should take me another 5 years to get a BA. I plan to be patient and enjoy education at its finest

I just finished reading Even Cowgirls Get the Blues by Tom Robbins and highly recomend it to anyone looking for a quirky, witty, inteligent, and philosophical fiction novel.

I

In the morning

Fri, 25 Jul 2008 18:47:19 GMT

Well, I've been back in Les Bois for almost three weeks and it already seems like a lifetime. We're moving in a week. Found a two-bedroom off of Division St in Portland. It is a nice apartment but will only be temporary. In a couple of months we will be moving again into a neighborhood with more character. After visiting Portland last week I am in love. Money is tight and all that shit but the new surroundings will alleviate my soul.