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Jul. 13th, 2009 | 07:57 pm

I love the Jack Johnson song, Banana Pancakes

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The Token Asian Kid

Apr. 8th, 2008 | 11:07 am
location: school
music: Nine in the Afternoon - Panic at the Disco

I literally haven't been on livejournal for a month and a week or so. I haven't chekced my friends list, I haven't downloaded Torchwood or Skins...I don't know whats wrong with me! I used to seriously be a lj junkie, and I have so much stuff to get caught up on now. I have to watch all of the seasons in preparation for Doctor Who (!!!) and I don't know why I've been so out of everything for a while. I've been floating in a college-induced haze. I think I want a gap-year off. I'd love to do something with music. (Even selling merch and being a lowly runner/assistant on a tour would be the best fucking thing EVER) Maybe an internship at Spin or Rolling Stone or NME? I might die if I actually got one of those. Another idea is to go to Edinburgh (!) and help out with preparations for the Fringe Festival because they must be working year round. And I'm willing to do anything for room and board. Again, if that actually happened... *squeeflaildie*


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*cue ear piercing scream*

Mar. 2nd, 2008 | 12:53 am
music: Dylan Moran

I saw Penelope yesterday with my friend Jane (totally adorable, worth every moment) and am still squeeing over the fact that RUSSELL BRAND WAS IN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For like, a grand total of two minutes, he had two lines, but OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 


ADSLAKNBWUHQJK.
 


He walked on screen in all his skinny, British, dapper-ness and my friend Jane and I had small strokes - she likes the Goth Detectives, but not Russell as much, but OMG EXCITING!!!!!!!! This is the part where I dissolve into shamefull fangirlness. If he gets to be a big movie star in the States I honestly don't know how I'm going to handle myself. *squeak* I'm still so excited, you have no idea.

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When Dorian Met Gerard

Feb. 28th, 2008 | 08:53 am
location: writing center
music: Mr. Siegel

More adventures from Dorian, a dialogue exercise this time. We were supposed to work with a partner, but I was all "fuck that" because I basically hate everyone in my class, so I did it with myself. And so that I didn't have to make up another character, I sort of kind of stole Gerard Way, and made him talk with Dorian (based on Patrick Wolf). I don't know how well Gerard came out, but it was good fun.


Also, Noel's new hair is love. He looks absolutely adorable. 

* sorry about weird spacing. don't know why that happened. *



 
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dosed to the tits on electric

Feb. 26th, 2008 | 08:09 pm
location: room
music: ...it's James Lance!

Have a slice of random pie. This video, which makes me laugh hysterically every single time I think of it. Basically, it's My Chem performing live, and Gerard apparently tries to make Mikey take off his uniform jacket, because he's got nothing on beneath it and Mikey falls over. And they're playing Cemetery Drive, so Mikey is sort of writhing on the stage, trying to play bass on his back, while big brother sings: "WAY DOWN, WAY DOWN, WAY DOWN...." over and over again. And since their last name is Way... oh nevermind, but it makes my day. <3

my head hurts ... brain splatter :

"It's attached to your rod, motherlicker!" 

"If Chuck Norris has five dollars, and you have five dollars, Chuck Norris has more money than you do." 

"Chuck Norris has two speeds -- walk, and kill." 

"He's so good looking, and english, I just want to punch him in the face!" 

It's forty degrees out, and rianing, and its washing our lovely snow away, and that makes my head ache. 

Why is obscure British musis so expensive? I want it ALL and I can't afford it. 

I tried straightening my fringe, and now it looks stupid, so I've got to stick my head in the sink. 

WTF is up with Torchwood? Owen's a wanker, and dead?! I don't know why I bother watching anymore.

"She should have a bath and listen to some Michael Buble. A Buble bath." :D


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hehe second post today

Feb. 11th, 2008 | 03:37 pm

I got bored during my free period...

To Do for February, 2008 :)
 
ReadBrave New World, by Aldous Huxley
Watch … Juno
Watch … Skins (series II starts today BITCH!!!11)
Listen … (to) … We are Scientists
Get drunk with … Dylan Moran
Adore … Simon Amstell
Start a Trend … Write a letter
Cuddle … Ianto (from Torchwood)
Kiss … a loved one
Celebrate … Valentines Day <3
Chew ... green apple gum (Extra is yum!)
Eat … brussell sprouts with salt
Wear … furry boots
Buy … a clean journal and pens
Use the word … ‘agoraphobic’ in a conversation
Write … once a day
Save … the world
Support … Amy Winehouse
Get high to … Bob Marley and the Wailers
Emulate … a cowboy
Mourn … Camden :(
Laugh … at yourself
Push … a Holocaust denier
Dye … your head snot green
Use … Vaseline on your lips
Smoke … less cigarettes
See ... A Chorus Line, on Broadway
Snog … someone you love with all your heart
Fuck … Bush
Vote … if you live in America
Paint … your fingernails all the color of the rainbow
Say please … to an enemy
Poke … Russell Brand’s back combed hair
Gorge yourself on … salty potato crisps and pizza with extra cheese
Sleep … LATE!!!
Wear … yellow for happy-ness :)
Read … Rolling Stone
Kiss me … I’m a Klingon
Tickle … a Welsh person
Kidnap ... Prince Harry and bring him to MEEEEE!!!!!! <3
Worship … Lightspeed Champion’s magnificent glasses
Ride … a Zamboni
 
Right, this is getting silly. Love and many kisses to everyone! *counting down the days until the next Indiana Jones!* Peace, love and flowers! Don’t forget to tie your shoelaces!!!

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in the morning <3

Feb. 11th, 2008 | 12:16 pm
location: school library (dork)
music: stupid people

I'm taking creative writing and we're creating characters and doing little exercises with them. No one else really cares about the class but writing is (one) of the things that I love most in the entire world. 

My character is named Dorian, and he's androgynous, plays the violin, believes in anarchy, and I love him. I wrote him as sort of a model off of Patrick Wolf and my dream man. That's why writing is nice, because you can do stuff like that and get away with it. Especially because no one has any idea who Patrick Wolf is, even though he's beautiful and amazing and talented. &hearts;


Haha, the double spaced-ness might come out a bit funny ... deal wiv it. ;)

PS - SKINS STARTS TONIGHT!!! I read somewhere, 10 PM in England, and I'm awful with time differences (and math in general) so I might have to wait until tomorrow to get a download. I've been really good, and even though it's on youtube I'm waiting for a proper download but so, so excited!!! My favorite character is the adorable gay bloke, played by the ever lovely Mitch Hewer and sometime in the series (don't know when) BILL BAILEY IS GOING TO PLAY HIS DAD!!!!! *freakout* I love Bill Bailey, and Mitch Hewer, this is going to be the best thing ever. 

 



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a wrestle and a kiss

Feb. 7th, 2008 | 04:48 pm
location: computer
music: Nevermind the Buzzcocks

One of my best friends just drove to my house to give me a belated 18th birtdhay gift, which was, as she said in her card: "Something old, something new, something amusing and relevant, and something that (I hope) is actually worthwhile." Basically, it was a box of crayons, massive color by number posters of scenes from Pirates of the Caribbean, and a bottle of really nice perfume. Love her!

I'm a nerd, and I hate spanish class so I wrote up an outline of what I wanted to say in this entry. Moving on from my pathetic over obsessive-ness ...





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yay for life :)

Jan. 31st, 2008 | 10:15 pm
location: home
music: Prince Charming - Adam & The Ants

Yay for Torchwood, and Jack/Ianto snogs.
Yay for Nevermind the Buzzcocks, which is downloading.
Yay for the Jonas Brothers.
Yay for turning 18 in time to vote in the primaries! 
(boo for Kucinich being far too radical to win)
Yay for Johnny Weir.
Yay for brownies with too much frosting. 
Yay for big brown eyes and Michelle Bachelet.
Yay for exchange students and small pink dinosaurs. 
Yay for happy.

"Reach out, grab the universe with two hands and stuff it in your eyes. Let your heart escape your breast and follow where it flies. Light your soul on fire with the sun. Fill the sky with your screams until you know freedom."

subvert the format in a very literal way.

"Once Mighty Empire, Slightly Used." 
"At Least We're Not French."
"No Motto Please. We're British."

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I apologize for random, this is how I think

Jan. 29th, 2008 | 05:28 pm
location: home
music: Want To Cannot Help But Dance - Billie the Vision & The Dancers

Every once in a while, everyone should hug a tree. Just walk into the woods, and hug a deciduous being. Now there’s a friend who won’t ever let you down. A tree is always there when you need them – they’ll never cancel, or forget about you, or talk about you behind your back, or decide that you’re too much of a dork to be their mate any longer, and blank you for the rest of your life. A tree is always there for you. They’ll listen to your problems, no matter how trivial, and let you know that it’s not the end of the world, and that they are, and always will be there to hold your back straight.
I haven’t hugged a tree in a long time. And I think I need to.
I like the word ‘reservoir’. I like the way the end of it creates a sort of abyss when we say it out loud. The pronunciation of the letters is awkward, and our voices make the word fold into itself, so that it becomes a depression and fills with water. The little caldera of the last four letters hangs there for the rest of the conversation, and drenches the rest of the words with its fluid.
I try and imitate Scottish accents sometimes. I can do posh, Cockney, Irish, and sometimes Welsh, but never Scottish. I try and say the vowels, try and teach myself how my mouth should bend the sound into that wonderful accent. Eh. Eee. Eye. Oh. Yuu. All of it slightly slurred, the T’s dropped, because the Scottish can’t be bothered to pronounce all of the letters.
I remember Edinburgh, the two slim hipped acrobats from New Hampshire, who balanced a ladder on each other’s shoulders, climbed to the top and did a handstand, muscles clenching as he held himself straight out and away from the ladder with the grace of those who make impossible feats look easy. I remember the choir of men from Africa, who were singing for airfare. Albannach, the fiercely patriotic Scottish band with kilts and bagpipes, hitting drums for all they were worth and then some.
You know that feeling of guilt, like you’ve been hit in the stomach, and your stomach drops to your knees, and you sort of cringe with disgust at yourself? I felt that today, when I came home from school. My dad makes my breakfast, because he’s an insomniac, and he wakes me up every morning. He asks me what I want, and he makes the best fried eggs, and buttered toast with “jam jam”. He made me toast this morning, and an entire pot of tea, in the nice pot with little blue and green flowers that Aunt Mary gave him and mom as a wedding gift. He used real tea leaves the way I like it, and filled the elephant with whole milk for the tea. While I ate he heated up my thermos so that I could have hot tea to take to school as well, and I, of course, was running late (I go down to brekky all dressed, and then wash my face and brush my teeth after eating, and then go back up to my room, put on lotion and jewelry, “do” my hair, and apply a layer of eye shadow, and I move slowly in the morning!) and I ran out for the car with my arms full of books, and bundled into my winter jacket, and completely disregarded the thermos of tea. And then when I came home today I went into the kitchen to make more tea and sitting neatly on paper towels, spotlessly clean and dry, was the tea pot, the tea leaf strainer, and the thermos. I haven’t felt so horrible in a while.
Bring back Heath Ledger.
xxx
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Prompt prompt *squee*

Jan. 23rd, 2008 | 03:20 pm

Saw an owl today, and spent a while squeeing with my friend Jane over the top of her car, over the Buzzcocks episode with Jonas Armstrong and the lovely *glum* face. Been watching Buzzcocks for about three hours now, because there's a line that I want to see Simon say, and I CAN'T FIND THE EPISODE!!! Ah well, things could be worse. 

"Amstell, have you stolen from the Hood and given to the Bailey?" 
Peanut butter is good, and I'm cool and slightly bohemian. :)

Been doing prompts for this lj community, and I'm planning on turning the one I did today off the prompt "I want..." into some sort of rhyming poem because what I've written feels like it has some sort of rhythm to it that needs to be brought up. 

Trig final tomorrow, *prepares to fail*. Ah well, last final, and then no more math EVER!

Will edit later, with a lovely rhymed poem, unless I just make myself feel stupid, and give up.

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sad face

Jan. 22nd, 2008 | 09:46 pm
location: home

Heath Ledger is dead?!

Okay, sorry that sounded really harsh. But I just...he's died. 
Sort of in shock right now. 
And very sad. 
I love Heath Ledger. 

*deepbreath*

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Boy/Girl Like Me

Jan. 22nd, 2008 | 04:27 pm
location: room
music: Doctor Who <3

bah...

"Whether it's your mum, your boyfriend or your girlfriend who tells you you look like shit, it doesn't matter, so long as you feel good."

A boy like me is told he is both nine and ninety
A boy like me should shut those books and join the army
But a boy like me would never been seen fighting for peace
I want total chaos and a holiday home in the East
A boy like me should know much better
Than to raise his flag in stormy weather
But I just can't get enough electric shocks
I want to buy a lightouse and
Ride a giraffe on the rocks
I don't give up
I want two dogs, two cats, a big kitchen and a welcome mat
I want all this and all shall have
I don't give up
A boy like me should never give up on his dream




[edit] All credit to Patrick Wolf [/edit]
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TORCHWOOD!!!

Jan. 17th, 2008 | 11:17 am
location: school
music: Ruby - The Kaiser Chiefs

Saw the first episode of the second series last night and loved it... And Jack asked Ianto out on a date, and I actually stopped breathing for a little bit because I was so excited. Weird fucking alien though, like a balloon you buy at a fair. And an ex-lover as the villain? Predictable, but what would Torchwood be without the usual buckets of camp? 

Can't get the Kaiser Chief's 'Ruby' out of my head.
Midterms start tomorrow. Soooo screwed. Ah, well.
Accepted to Beloit and Lewis and Clark! Three for three!
Last gym class and last math class today. 
Dropping Functions sometime in the near future.
Am worrying about failing Trigonometry miserably.
My shoe is dead and I'm not wearing socks and my feet hurt.

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run and run and run

Jan. 9th, 2008 | 08:04 pm
location: same as before
music: I Shot the Sheriff - Bob Marley Cover

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Larrikin LOVE

Jan. 9th, 2008 | 07:49 pm
location: desk
mood: working working
music: Day Tripper - The Beatles


Patrick Wolf is my new favorite EVER and the video of him and the absolutely adorable Ed Larrikin performing the song Accident & Emergency is incredible. I could and have watched it over and over again.That song has basically saved my life. 

I've been watching all this YouTube stuff to see the cute P Wolf moments. Some highlights include: Patrick splicing SexyBack into one of his own songs and stripping to gold lame spandex shorts. Playing with some everyday objects and being really cute. Talking to a crowd in Switzerland: "You have your own language right? ... Why do you use francs? Because doesn't 'franc' mean 'France'? ... I'm only twenty three. Leave me alone."  Responding to a comment a fellow musician made about his flawless skin in a picture: "It's called MAC."

On the topic of makeup, today I went out and bought myself some pretty eyeshadows from CVS and the kind of gum I like. The eyeshadows are really cool, this gorgeous palette of sparkly blacks to dark grey to silver to sparkly white, and this Loreal thing with bright purple shadow on one side and beautiful marigold shimmered sparkly yellow on the other. Patrick Wolf would be proud. 

Oh, and I need to do a new mood theme cos I was fooling with photobucket, and all of the mood themes I previously downloaded are gone which is just so wonderful. :/ Also working v. hard to un-fuck iTunes so I can finally use it. When I got my laptop and tried to transfer all the music half of it didn't transfer! I has no Beatles!!! *cries* But I'm slowly making it better.

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today i...

Jan. 4th, 2008 | 06:46 pm
location: room
mood: content content
music: old school buzzcocks

Simon Amstell: "Talk to the hand cos my arse isn't listening." 

Today I....

* got a round of applause from my AP Literature class when I demonstrated my supposedly wicked Roman Numeral reading skills

* had my  extended metaphor ruined when the ultimate airhead compared it to Gossip Girls 

* very nearly called a freshman a "stupid fucking twat"

* grooved to 'Come on Eileen' with my friend Jane in the Century Hawk (!yay!)

* wore my dad's big puffy moon boots

* am still sick

* will be heading off to celebrate National Trivia Day with Mary Ellen and Jen soon by playing Trivial Pursuit 

basically a good day. :)
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semper pax

Dec. 31st, 2007 | 12:40 pm
mood: hopeful hopeful
music: Doctor Who (w/David Tennant!!)

 I just got a letter from the sweetest girl who ever lived and it began:

My dear Lillie,
How are you? I see your beautiful smiling face everyday in the collage of pictures of family and friends on my bulletin board.

And included such charming sentences as:

I wish I had a Lillie at my school in Lexington.

and

I believe dolphins have great healing powers and I felt real calm watching them swim and jump in the waves.

I know you don't give gifts on New Years Eve, but this is the best present I could have gotten for the New Year. 2008 is definitely going to be a good one. *glomps Meredith*

Happy New Years to everyone and I hope everyone's night/early morning is completely drama free and you all get the kiss you want. :)

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warning: Anglophile

Dec. 30th, 2007 | 08:29 pm
location: desk
mood: giddy giddy
music: Doctor Who

Highlights of our trip...

- seeing Chelsea and Erica, and being hit on like, three times. Apparently we looked vulnerable or something because we kept stopping and trying to figure out how we got to SoHo when we were just in Greenwich Village. Best pick up line? "Hey girls, how are you?" "Fine, how are you?" "Single and attracted." exeunt

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THE STRAND!!! Their tote bag (I got a pretty green one) says 18 miles of books and there is just so much stuff there! No cozy places to sit, just books and books and books. It's overwhelming and incredible. Best bookstore EVER. Maybe even better than Powell's. Seriously. 

- Seeing a homeless man in Greenwich Village with a sign in front of him that said: "SITH LORD KILLED FAMILY. NEED $$$ FOR LIGHTSABER." Um, can you say amazing?! I love Star Wars fans so so much. 

- Tea and Sympathy! Adorable little tea shop, more about it beneath the cut. We had tea there and I copied a poem down that was hanging on the wall (can't hide gold like this beneath a cut)

One thing in this country that bothers me
Is the inability of Yanks to make a good cup of tea
Instructions are printed on the tea bag
But they either can't read or they think it's a gag
"Pour boiling water over tea"
How simple and clear can instructions be?
No, they bring you a cup with a lemon slice 
And an unopened tea bag beside it, how nice.
And a pot of water that may be hot
But boiling water it isn't so tea you have not.
It's boiling water that brings out tea's flavor,
With a dash of milk you have a real brew to savor.
Here they drink lukewarm brown water that looks like gnat's pee
And has nothing to do with a good cup of tea.


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ennn whyyyy seeeeee!

Dec. 27th, 2007 | 10:50 am
location: room
mood: dorky dorky
music: Black Books

Off to New York City in a bit with my family. Were staying at the Waldorf Astoria which is rather posh and exciting. I've walked through there before and saw this absolutely massive display of flowers in a vase. I'm sure there are chandeliers and all that fancy crap, and I'm going to see my friends, who I met on summer trips and love and haven't seen forever. 

Fandoms are wonderful as well - I watched like seven episodes of the 2005 series of Doctor Who yesterday (this is all I do with my life, watch British television shows that I've downloaded and put off doing my homework) and it was amazing. I loved Torchwood, but Doctor Who is different. It's a bit funnier, and lighter - Torchwood is dark and sexy and quite scary, and Doctor Who is full of witty quips and time travel and stuff. I kept getting excited because main Torchwood characters keep popping up in Doctor Who. Gwen was this maid during the episode where they went back to Cardiff where the rift was opening and they met Charles Dickens, and she died. And then Tosh was a computer assistant working in the morgue in the episode where the aliens crash land in the Thames. And Fran from Black Books was a brain surgeon in the episode where they went to the year 200,000 or whatever. 

I'm so good with fandoms now, because I can be so passionate and obsessive and getting into things really, really deeply is my specialty. The Boosh, and Hanson, and the Dead Poets Society, and Patrick Wolf. Black Books and Skins and Torchwood and now Doctor Who as well. I love the Doctor because he's hilarious and witty and always gets that wonderful smile when he's got an army of guns pointed at him - he's truly a man after my own heart. 

"excuse me, do you mind not farting while I'm trying to save the world?"
 

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