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[Aug. 17th, 2006|10:13 pm] |
my sister: I'm gonna put on virgin suicides
me: but i was gonna finish ghost world
my sister: no i dont want to get depressed
me:... |
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[Aug. 11th, 2006|12:37 am] |
an hour of laying in bed and i start to mull over thousands of scenerios of nothing. things i cant even describe now. Ive been fuzzy for the last three days and im not sure why.
i ran into robert and jason schwartzman today. like its an everyday thing or something.
ive watched amelie twice today.
went to the festival of the arts yesterday
went to the movies the day before and took my grandpa out for lunch.
went to the beach the day before and spent time with friends from gradeschool
went to a graduation party and a reunion party the day before.
thats about as far as i can remember for this week.
last week i went to 3 museums, two in the same day.
got to talk with luke temple who is dreamy but not the nicest guy in the world. slept at caroles and didnt get to have the three day party that was planned
i think im going to santa barbara tomorrow.
someday much earlie than most of these days ive almost completed the studio
im ok without a timeline |
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[Jul. 30th, 2006|08:00 pm] |
yesterday I went to a party or something similar.
today i went to a poetry reading or something similar.
the bodhi tree bookstore is pretty interesting but likes to overcommercialize spirituality. |
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[Jul. 27th, 2006|01:28 pm] |
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Only nine hours ago I was standing at a vast swamp in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere. We stumbled around this cold unfamiliar beach for what seems like an hour. Somehow we made it there and back but I don't know why. Feet getting dirtier by the second. linking of arms, No jacket and apparently we could be heard from the campsite. one flashlight that could only center on small patches of sand and grass and fog. somehow we ended back at the camp by following lights and small animals. I would have liked to see what it looked like we were going through in the daylight but nothing is ever that clear. carole and i played a word association game to fall asleep to |
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[Jul. 25th, 2006|11:48 pm] |
Today was spent rummaging through old photos of my grandmothers, at first.
After a while I felt like I was in a jonathan safran foer novel, which I probably am.
I read some of her journaling done while on various trips to hawaii. It was interesting to see her stream of consciousness although it seemed like hemmingway wrote it and I doubt she got a chance to read what she wrote again...but im glad I got to.
something about buying me a bandana in hawaii which made me laugh. It was dated the year I was born. Who buys babies bandana's
I realized my grandparents built this incredible fortress around them...of memories and possessions, I suppose it was so they wouldn't forget but maybe because someone else, anyone else wont. Forget that they existed. No other legacy was left by them. They were never famous or noted for anything rather than a newspaper article or two about my grandmas artwork....but they completely existed and theres a massive amount of data so that no one will forget that.
I'm taking it on to fix up my grandma's old studio so I can use it for art and music or whatever else I need it to be. Its been decaying for too long.
nothing today made me sad about anything. It brought back everything good about her that I've missed... not the horrible memories plaguing for the last 5 years.she was such an interesting person and the built up fortress shows that she existed. and we're existing |
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