tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59372702011-04-21T13:41:54.693-05:00Welcome to my random life. It is in progress. I will update this on whim. Expect non-fiction writings, creativity, politics and a lot of rockin. A-townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630180345381197828noreply@blogger.comBlogger1281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937270.post-44188744395366021662008-04-13T04:29:00.002-05:002008-04-13T04:41:59.822-05:00

[ey-ey mukwaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiii]Greetings all, from Zambia! I'm in Lusaka right now and don't have much time on the ridiculously slow and somewhat expensive Internets, but I thought I'd drop a line. I am having a ball and miss everyone a lot! So a little about what I'm doing ... I'm studying iciBemba (look it up!) and will be the BOMA (look it up!) volunteer for Serenje district in Central

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[The pupil in denial]So it's finally coming to it, and the range of emotions I feel is off the charts. More than anything I'm just anxious to get the show on the road, start this new chapter and get the hell out of the old routine. But there's something funny and bittersweet about that: I already am out of the routine. I no longer live in Chicago. In looking forward so long and in yearning for

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[I don't know what generation we are]I suddenly realized, it's almost here. I have 8 days left to work at a job a loathe, and yet, suddenly, all I can think of is all that I've done okay, and things that I am thankful that I am not.For example, I'm glad that I'm not going to be working at this job that I loathe for the rest of my life. I am thankful that I never let myself fall for the boy that I

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[I piddled]Seriously - I feel like I just won the lottery. This news is the best news EVER.The best part? I will be back from Zambia in time to camp outside of some suburban theater complex in a half-assed costume on BOTH opening nights.[Only half joking]

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[Wwwwhoops]Me: [Reading headline aloud] Major League Bombshell...?Ian: Oh, yeah, they just released a PDF document that proves a lot of players have used steroids.Me: Oh ... I'm glad I don't care.[Little to the left ... bit to the right ... There. Perfect]

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[This gun's for hire]You know what peeves me? The spectacular fall of all of the favorite big stars of my youth. Why oh why must they all go crazy? I love People magazine as much as the next American girl born after World War II, but seriously? I wish I didn't have to know about how nuts my stars are. Allow me to make a tragic, tragic list.Mel Gibson. Boo, forever.Whitney Houston. Crackhead.Tom

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[You better kiss me]83 days left til I leave for training37 of which I'll be in Chicago (not counting a few odd days I'll come back for goodbyes)The numbers are totally sad and totally amazingly happy at the same time - how can that be?? I am so excited but I am also so scared to leave my friends and family. I know once Christmas passes it will all go so fast, what with getting together all of

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[Work is killing me softly, with its lack of song]It's been getting harder and harder to manage daily life knowing all the changes that are coming. This is the first time in years that I have looked forward with such zeal to Christmas—I've got the spirit! Only now it's not the "spirit" of all the gift giving and getting and/or food making and eating, it's the spirit Doc was talking about when the

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[Thanksgiving is the balm]Next week is Thanksgiving and I have to admit, it kind of snuck up on me. I am looking forward to all the staples of going home to my mom's: sitting around, laying around, sleeping, watching terrible movies, long walks (that one kind of came out of nowhere, didn't it?), eating delicious treats, imbibing and all the general laziness that usually ensues when my brother and

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[I'm in a glass case of emotion!]Ever since I found out precisely where and when I would be going as a Peace Corps volunteer, I've been tripping over a different feeling every few hours. The dust has slowly started to settle on the reality of my new life path, of course, and I've found two major thought processes have trumped the rest: Holy Shit I'm Going To Africa and Holy Shit I'm Going To

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[It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you]You may have noticed the addition of what may seem like a totally inaccurate clock on the left. While it may be wrong for Chitown, it is actually my new time: Zambia time!That's right - I'm going to Zambia with the Peace Corps! I found out awhile ago, but have decided to keep it a secret from this blog, since it has become Murder Alley of late. I've

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[Ho-o-ld on, sweet talkin' woman]I hate it when someone comes in and takes all the fun out of something.[Don't let the sun go down on me]

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[Communication breakdown all around]I think everyone has lost sight of what's most important. And that is this. And a nice glass of wine, but I digress.I just wanted to share that I am officially cleared dentally, which means that, one day, my teeth might have an exciting adventure in a far-off land! While the rest of my body rots away in a trailer in west Texas, drinking what I call tequila

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[Everything's just wonderful, I'm having the time of my life]So, we meet again. And in such a place as this? You wouldn't believe.I'd like to tell you about how I met the Lilliputians with their tiny poking sticks, or that I went to the moon with a bunch of drunk astronauts and I had to bring them home, but I really can't. It appears as though I am just a regular schmo these days. And damned if

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[I'm having the time of my life]Things I like today, often accompanied by totally unnecessary explanations:Walnuts. I cannot get enough of walnuts! I have been eating them like they are ranch dressing lately. Yeah, just cups of the stuff, on anything and with anything.Mimi Smartypants. Is it just me, or does she just keep getting better and better? I was worried that by reading her book I would

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[Ack.]I'm feeling much better now. I just wanted to point out that, other than the copy editor thing, this isn't about any one person but about my bottle up and explode mentality. Incidentally, I'm drawing up plans for a novelty board game called "Clue: the Bush Administration Edition." That is all.[Skiddamarink]

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[Ah, yes, dipshit. A fine word. Now where's my brandy?]Sorry I've been away. I pride myself on not taking away from my journal writing for personal blogging (the written word is so romantic) , but I have something to say that just won't be done justice in my journal.Let's start with that, actually. Not a well-constructed sentence, right? I have a thought: WHO CARES. Most of the people who

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[You think your average juror is King Solomon?]Well, I've finally digested it, tossed it about in my head and turned it over in my mouth. It doesn't taste sweet, or bittersweet, or any other word one could use to describe "The Notebook." It's not sour, either, though, just ... different. Like last week when I had Indian food for the first time - I've never tasted anything like it. Nothing

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[Down on the corner]This snow really isn't kidding. I ended up tromping around in it tonight (on an adventure) and I noticed it in my calves like I do on a hot summer day walking in the sand by the beach. And just like in those times, I always end up envying the dogs.Anyway, I'm going through some change again and I thought it best to trumpet empty promises into cyberspace over it. I guess

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[For those in peril]When I heard this today, I actually cried a little. Not big alligator tears all over my cubicle or anything, but a feeling definitely misted my eyes right up. I've never felt so much gratitude for the courage of others, and I don't give one shit about how sentimental or sappy that sounds.It also moved me when this military wife admitted that those "support our troops"

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[Cheer up, Sleepy Jean]I really, really think I pissed the ants off this time. It's not as if I have some sort of sick fascination with killing them or anything, but this time I think I really did a doozy. Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. Allow me to explain briefly.Every apartment I've lived in in Chicago for the last three years has had ants in one form or another, ranging from very benign

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[You're getting carried away, feeling sorry for yourself]Life has a weird way of showing you how to go about it. I'll admit, obviously, none of us have owners manuals, there's not a tutorial or anything, but things seem to click into place every time you let go and let it happen.I don't know if this is universal. The only thing I can say is I've gone through one of the toughest times I've ever

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[Party on the left, Party on the right]Hey, mofuckies! I've got a really interesting post regarding the hilarity/perplexity of people having audible bodily functions in public places, tied in somehow with the fact that "People's Gas" is a ridiculously hilarious name for a real life company, but I've got something else important to announce.We're having our first event at the storefront, and I

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[Dancing makes the heart grow fonder]Now that we've been in the Manor for a few weeks and everything is starting to settle into a sort of routine - however out of the ordinary - people are starting to notice we're here. I don't think my roommate and I ever really thought about what it would mean to live in a street level storefront space beyond the interior world we could create here. We were

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[you can learn a lot of things from the flowers]The CTA was like a time warp tonight. Usually it takes me years to get nowhere special but tonight, didn't it come through to bring me home? Yes, yes it did. I got here is 17 minutes, barely having time to pick up my newspaper. Sometimes time is funny like that, of course, making you feel like you've been somewhere an hour, when really you've

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[Not out causing a ruckus, which sucks]The most annoying thing about getting up every morning right now is the fact that I have to go upstairs to use the shower in the bathroom of the one-bedroom apartment I'd rather forget about. It really shouldn't be that big of a deal, you'd think, but it's pretty simple: I don't like to leave the Manor anymore. I just don't. I would hang out here every

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[What??]This must be the funniest thing I've seen since the grape stomping video. I don't even care if it's real or not:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nda_OSWeyn8&search=mobile%20leprechaunIt definitely doesn't get much better than that.

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[Everything's coming up Alicia!]Ohhhhhh... glorious Internet. As you may or may not have noticed, I haven't done any posts, at all, pretty much all summer. Allow me to extend my sincerest apologies, beg your pardons, and explain. Since I have neglected blogging for so long, I will set up a little choose your own adventure for you to follow, which will be totally ridiculous and will most likely

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[Nice job...well, for you, anyway]So, I went home for the 4th of July (and surrounding days) and it was a blast. Except for a couple of things that I felt it necessary to post on because, a.) I barely have had a spare minute all summer to post a damn post as it is, and b.) the stories are really out of control. First of all, there's a tremor in the force. It's the birds. I don't know if

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[Tuesday's Gone]I miss the days when I was surrounded by friends and I didn't feel alone. I know this is the kind of bullshit I should write in my journal, but seriously; I've neglected my blog for so long I thought I ought to offer something real. Upstairs I have my best friend from high school. She is amazing: Funny, adorable, happy, hilarious. Everything you could want in a best friend,

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[Doo, doo, doo looking out my back door]I walked out the door from work the other day and thought one thing and one thing alone: WTF, mate - what's the deal with the GD weather? Seriously, maybe I'm a ten year old, but I have been nothing but excited for it to be warm all the time. I'm the kind of twat who will wait until it's really, really, warm to start doing all my summer shit and I'm sick

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[Bound to feel it]Well, now, I have had quite a damn week. A little bit out of control and way too much beer, but I gotta say, I'm still in high spirits. How can I not be when I know that next week on Wednesday I'll be done with school! Done. With. School. How damn exciting is that? I have been in school for my entire life. I've never known a fall when I wasn't starting some kind of

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[I can't do anything today, there are birds dying out there!]I am elated and thought I would share: I found out today that my feature story on bathroom graffiti in Punk Planet is now on the stands! Yay! Also, my sister was here last night and we had lots of fun until I sort of ruined it a tiny bit by freaking out for no reason. I'll make it up to her. Tonight my mom is coming to stay for a

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[Guns n Roses and the Cure, mixed in a bucket]Jenny pointed out something very, very funny the other day: Pre-teen girls are the funniest thing ever. That came to my mind this morning because I was thinking about Satanism, and I remembered something so strange that I had stricken it from the pristine record that is my oddball mind - when I was 13 (ish?) I used to sit at Barnes & Noble for hours

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[A figure of speech, just a matter of time]"I figure we're doomed, we Americans: A simple people with sophisticated weapons versus terrorists with simple weapons and complicated grievances."That is an excerpt from Dream Whip #13, in which Bill recounts his wandering around Europe. He doesn't reveal this revelation until he steps back on American soil, which I think is what made me agree with him

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[We have a winner - Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!]A conversation in the Chicagoist listserv about a post on a once-favorite dive bar turning mainstream in Wicker Park got me to thinking about hipsters. And by thinking, I mean angrily, angrily ranting. I'm really sorry about this, but I'm going to have to rant about everything I hate about hipsters. It's been building up for quite some time, so it's

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[Dinglehopper]While reading the paper (they should have made the motto "the easy-to-read-on-the-train one") this morning, I was fairly groggy. I noticed a few peculiar and/or hilarious things in it, but I put it down because I thought I was just tired. While driving through New Mexico in the middle of the night my friend Jeff thought the white lines in the middle of the road were bunnies jumping

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["Ten O'clock Titty. Oh, yeah, right...Bareback titty"]So I am really, really officially procrastinating on homework right now. I do feel 100% better after my week of vacation from school and work and even Chicago (sorry about the lack of posts), but right now that good feeling is manifesting itself in feeling so good that I don't have to do my homework. I'm not sure if that works any better

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[If you don't like gross-outs, read no further]So last night I was hanging out with my old roommate Chris and pretty much straight out of the blue he said, "The most worthless thing you can know how to do is make balloon animals. I mean, seriously, even in this decadent society that we live in where everything is sort of cool, like - hey, this guy can juggle, that's neat – it's still the most

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[Braaaaaaainchild]Useless fact: I often pronounce things wrong because I read them, and then sound them out as best I can. English rules (i before e except all those times when that rule doesn't work, etc.) confuse me greatly in this way, but later when I realize that I have been pronouncing words wrong forever it doesn't usually bother me. This contributes greatly to an idiosyncrasy, namely that

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[Oh, all right]So, basically one of the best things I've ever been a part of just started. As I informed you, I am now writing for the Chicagoist daily, which rules. But the bonus, which I guess I didn't really even think about before, was the group of amazingly likeable and interesting people I would be conversing with because of it. Seriously, the Chicagoist staff is Team Awesome.In other

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[Mike Royko makes me happy]Good news: I am now a daily contributor for the Chicagoist.com! I am so elated that I can't contain myself, and because of that I will start to give regular quizzes on the blog and its contents to make sure you're regularly checking it. No, no, I can't back that up. But you should definitely check it out, starting Monday!In other news, I hate it when my computer, or

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[Leaders of the free world, unite!]Alicia: "My mom always said I could be whatever I wanted to be."Jeff: "Yeah, and I'm not going to take that away from you, because that's not what America's about. It's about shooting people on the side of the road while you're hunting for quail."[Hell, I'm going on a hunger strike in a minute]

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[I'm sorry, I don't speak Spanish]It's really hard to narrow down things that I think are funny, of course. Why I would want to is a whole different story, but apparently I feel compelled to generate a list. So I'm doing this, slowly but surely, so it can be read at my funeral*.So far I've got:1. Banana peels. You must have a cold, tiny and brittle heart if you don't think it's hilarious every

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["God Quietly Phasing Holy Ghost Out of Trinity"]A.) My left arm tends to fall asleep while I'm at work. This may seem sad immediately to many of you, me being just shy of 22 years young and all, but I didn't really even think about it for weeks. Today, however, it was bothering me because my pointer finger is numb/tingly, and since that's the one that has to travel around the keyboard the most,

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[i'll teach you to be happy! i'll teach your grandmother to suck eggs!]So, I'm more happy than happy could be today, because the amazing, hilarious, wonderful people at the Chicagoist took my post on bikingand put it up on the site! I am sort of auditioning to be a contributor, so this is a good sign. It's probably the most exciting thing to happen to me since Spring Break '97, meaning one of

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[Verrrrry Funny]I fully understand that in every time period people always think that the world is going down the shitter. I know that during World War II people in Europe and Japan probably really did think the world was coming to an end. But either in an effort to join the "Woe is us"/"Doomsday is coming" tradition or simple to provide some laughs from an otherwise disheartening reality I

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[Iron Chef: Chinese Cabbage Battle with Chef Cui Yafen]The brain is fucking hilarious. I mean, seriously. Everybody knows that the brain is really smart, and that we don’t use even a fraction of its power. But allow me to point something somewhat surprising out: The brain is actually really stupid.I mean, think about it. I get my arm amputated for one reason or another, okay. I'm better, I'm

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[Barf-o-rama, 2006]Hey, remember the time that the New York Times was awash in scandal? Like, good old Jayson Blair, who should've been seen as an obvious fraud when he said there was a 'y' in his name for absolutely no reason. Or the wonderful master of creative "non-fiction," Mr. Rick Bragg, who had us all convinced he grew up in Alabama walking to school uphill both ways, when really he just

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[It's the anniversary of Nancy Kerrigan's knee? What a white trash story that was]In lieu of the new year posting that I usually do, here's a sort of standard operating procedure thus far in 2006:January 1: Starting at noon I joined my old roommates (a.k.a. the boys - I know, how creative is that?) at our friend Jake's with some other lovable regulars for an annual movie watching party. Last

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[Creep Out]"She is distressed by the lack of any close and understanding relationship. Tries to emulate the characteristics she admires and to display originality in her own personality."[That color personality test I took basically pegged me good]

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[take your tears, put 'em on ice]Basically every year since I have been interested in boys I have had one overarching, out of control, love of my life crush. When I was younger the crushes usually went along with the stipulation that they didn't know I existed, in high school they usually were my boyfriends and by college it had changed into something more confusing. Having someone who I have

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[The light of day]Upon reading this in the morning light, however cold and brittle it is, I still feel this way. I only wanted to clear up the fact that this isn't about what it might seem, because I realized that this might read like a pointed barb at certain people, while it's really to every close friend I have - and some surprising ones at that. I'm simply asking my really "close friends"

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I have spent the entirety of this year contemplating and re-contemplating my personality and basically beating the shit out of myself because of how lame I think I am. If I could make over-arching statements that really stick, like that I would still believe when I don't feel this way anymore, I would say right now that I am DONE doing this. No one else gives this much consideration to how they

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[sitcomsonline.com]We were listening to the theme for Dougie Houser, M.D., and I had an epiphany:"You know, if you think about it, Dougie Houser was the first blogger."[Revolutionary]

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[Text message conversation between Chris and I: Chris: If you think about it it doesn't really make sense that people ride horsesMe: If you think about it daylight savings time is a mindfuck]I'd just like to share a little of my newfound knowledge (wrinkles in the brain) to all you crazy cats out there. In my history class as we study the Industrial Revolution my teacher points out that before

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[Sounds like something you'd hear on the 700 Club]I've never really understood my mom the way I have recently. I wrote a whole diatribe about it, a whole personal monologue on why she's the most important person in the world, and how I love her, and how I understand my own personal relationships so much better even now just because I figured that out. But I barely give anything to my zine

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["In a way it was just sport." - an 82nd Airborne Sargeant, regarding the torture in Iraq]A year ago today, more than half of voting Americans chose George W. Bush for a second term in office. While I did NOT vote for the idiot, and there was a lot of mobilization against him (or, really, his interests and cronies), I always really thought it was a question of ideals. I strongly disagree with

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[ego-tripping]I am finally starting to look at things from others' perspective again, and it's pretty embarrassing. But it's good for me, you know? To realize that I am especially good at wearing people out. That it's not just the alcohol - it's my personality. I'm going through growing pains, I know, and I think I'm all right with it. It's just strange that I am always the kind of person

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Jim Derogatis is sort of like Jabba the Hut - he has a keen eye for his business and is lazy and fat.

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If I'm not saying something funny, no one has any use for me. And I don't know how to change it.

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[don't lose me now...I know that I'm useless anyhow]It sucks when you realize that you're fucking up, or that you've been fucking up, and you're powerless to really change it. I mean, there are a lot of things in my life or in anyone's life, I know, that are just problems we're dealing with and the fact that they happen again and again doesn't mean we aren't learning from them. But I digress,

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[A silent thank you]It's this song, this song that it motivating me to, quite literally, do everything. I haven't heard it except in passing until this moment, and, hell, it was always when I was drunk out of my gourd and sometimes worse, and it was usually too too late in the night to comprehend it anyway.So, this song, it's gorgeous, perfect; one of those conviently concocted little moments in

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[the zombie is me]I try to be so nonchalant about all of the things I'm constantly grinding my teeth over, and I've realized time and again that it's the worst possible thing for me to do. All it does, over and over, the same old lesson learned and unlearned and then learned again, this time with a hefty load of buyer's remorse. I'm telling you clearly right now - I'm a fuck-up. And not in the

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[I shouldn't have left you without a dope beat to step to]Okay, so lately there have been nothing but things that I think are ridiculously funny going on at Jimmy John's. For some reason, though, people only laugh a little at them. Jerks. So, in an effort to give you something to read whilst I finish my zine, I will actually scare you off for life with a couple of mediocre anecdotes. Enjoy!

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[sand is overrated]i've been so lonely for so long that i don't even know it when i get real love. maybe it's because i look in the wrong places -- and by that i do not mean the conventional chicken noodle soup for the soul wisdom. i mean, how often have i looked at the people right next to me? those i share everything with? I start to wonder: how often have i judged them on previous

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[I don't want to hear it]My post stays, as is. There are things wrong with the article, but I'm still going to use it to make my point. I hope none of your skepticism reaches my poor little ears which, thankfully, it has yet to. I believe whole-heartedly in zombies.[I do not, however, believe everything I read on the Internet]

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[You didn't believe me! Why didn't you believe me??]My entire life I have believed in zombies. Yeah, the whole undead nonsense.What the hell could ever destroy the human race faster than an untectable strain (most likely viral) that infects by mouth, blood, etc.? You're thinking of one, I'm sure, and it's already the global killer. But what if there was something, like that, that traveled

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[I'm going to retire on an island, fat and lazy. Who am I?]I have finally decided why I don't like Hemingway. My utter dislike of his writing has always baffled me, one of those tiny things that randomly irk you when you are washing the dishes or something. One of those thoughts that bother you because you don't want to think about what's really bothering you.Anyway, I'll be feeling better about

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Best. Picture. Ever."What is funnier - this girl, or the faces of the guys behind her?" - Steve

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[Mandy takes care of us, we take care of the beer]Well, my roommate Chris and I are officially 10 years old. Not only do we think the most fun we can have in a night is looking up photos of poop on the internet and sending it to friends, but we've definitely gone through enough beer in the last two days to keep any normal person drunk for weeks.So what did we do the other night? Funny you should

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[Por Una Cabeza for my dearest Carlos Gardel] Well, I've officially been cleaning for 4 hours. I washed the dishes. I vacuumed. I windexed everything in need of it. I washed the stove. I thoroughly cleaned the bathroom. Then, I took a shower for a half an hour, and cleaned myself in every possible way. So? What's the big deal, right? I have a little problem, see. I don't know how long you've

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[I'm a loner, Dottie, a rebel] Here are some quotes on individuality, conformity and wherever the twain shall meet. I occassionally pull these out when I'm feeling lonely because it makes me feel vindicated for being a loner, or maybe, in some sick my-friends-are-characters-in-books-Scrooge kind of way, makes me feel less alone. I present them to you for no other reason than I feel like it.

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[Should all aquaintence be forgot and never brought to mind?] Well, I had the single best New Year's Eve yet. All be it for me that isn't saying really all that much, because I have a history of either completely heinous or very mediocre New Year's eves. But it was definitely fun, and it turned out that being by myself all night (as in, all my very best friends were either in Germany, Michigan,

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[Now that I've lost your attention...] Why do I clench my jaw? Why do I grind my teeth? I've been walking around every day thinking of that impact we're having. Wandering around the face of the earth - creating, destroying, laughing, crying, fucking, dying - what is it going to leave? I stress for reasons completely aside from this, though I know that in my back of my mind, or in some dark

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[Jiggers] Little known Chicago fact: Streeterville is a neighborhood of Chicago along the Shoreline best known for its proximity to Navy Pier and the towering condos that celebrities and dignitaries live in. You know, the rich area all along Lake Shore Drive up to Michigan Ave. Streeterville was started by a man who didn't like Chicago's rules and so he told everyone to bring their garbage to

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and this.  

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look at this 

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[I'm never gonna know you now, but I'm gonna love you anyhow] There's been so much impersonal, harried -- what, important? -- writing going on lately. I have neglected the other kind, that quest to dig so deep as to scare you and me. I hope I haven't disappointed, so here comes some of the real stuff. For the first time in 3 years I met a boy that I could potentially have an actual relationship

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[Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain] There's something very telling about getting injured. Depending on the type and severity of the wound, more can be told about a person than in almost any other situation. Allow me to indulge. I cut off an eighth of my right thumb on the slicer at work on Sunday. Don't worry, that's the grossest part. Well, unless you get to thinking. But

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[Don't worry. None of this is about you] I can't keep up with my own cheerfulness. This will be my ultimate and glorious demise. Something to fill up our own moment in time, that carelessness of mine that leaves you breathless. I'm so upbeat that I don't even notice when it starts to lag and wear thin. My smile becomes a cookie-cutter and my eyes close to the sun and when I finally do see

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[The saddest girl to ever hold a martini] So. It's become glaringly obvious that no matter how much I don't try, wait around, and then subsequently get fed up and try really hard - a relationship isn't coming my way. I have come up with 6 actual theories and/or absurd reasons why this is true. 1.) I am doomed to remain a beast for all time In and around puberty I was never really the girl

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[Most of the drones get no love from the Queen Bee] An average of 2.2 of you visit http://randomlifeinprogress.blogspot.com each day. And yet? No comments. You're much too busy and important to comment on my finely put-together writings (and, incidently, outfits) but you aren't too busy to visit my blog. And my counter doesn't even comprehend repeat offenders, as in refreshers or more than

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[Is it getting better or do you feel the same?] I've had bronchitis for two and half weeks. Of course in traditional Alicia style I thought I had a cold for the first week and a half and that "I can kick it myself." After three days of no alcohol (gouge out my eyes), as much water as humanly possible and extra vitamin C and ecchinacia it became clear that I could not, in fact, "kick it." I went

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[Don't mug yourself*] A new day another morning after Leaning back in my chair in a greasy spoon cafeteria Last night was some beer larynous done our way but again we're back in the light of day. Get my phone out, about to give this boy a shout Ask him if he had a nice time last night uptown Ask him if he fancies doing it again sometime But then Man grabs the phone like - oioioioi - Hold it

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[You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get - you get away from me] I do not think I have ever been so lazy in my entire life. This summer has had an interesting effect on me - I have indulged every stupid impulse I've wanted to. Right now it feels really good - I call it The Summer of Hedonism. I am sure I will immediately feel bad when I'm back in the swing of things, getting

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[girls like me should wear a warning] I am actually sorry that I have neglected my blog for so long. For the past couple of weeks I have been working on my zine, a tangible piece of my life's history that requires a lot more self-editing than blogging. But that's why I regret not updating - my blog is a much more sincere reflection of my every day insanity than my zine, which is more

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[School's out for the summer! School's out for...the summer!] OK, you can comment on me now. I know you're dying to. In the meantime, I have one last exam and then I'm done being a sophomore! Sleep and booze, here I come! Mandy moves out in two days =(. Jeff moves in in two days {interested face}. [Yeah, no, I guess it's just out for the summer.]

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[We've got each other, sharing the laughter and love] I just published 5 minutes ago and I still have homework to ignore, so it must be time to publish again. I want you all to visit the link to the left, where a tiny Mike Seaver will tell you how to join a cult. Here's why: 1. The flash format takes 1 million years to load and looks like my Powerpoint presentation for FOCA. 2. Calling God

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[MY BLOG IS THE MOST SELF-INDULGENT THING IN MY UNIVERSE] I have a quiz for you! It's a test of your knowledge of me, and the extent of your boredom. This is based on a true story (like Law and Order) and is only a test. "How creative do you think Alicia is?" A boy that I met at a party last Friday came up to me today at school and said, "I blew that picture I took of you at the party up

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[A Few Haikus For the Lot of You] The World is my canteen, I will suck it dry It is finals week I have three projects due Instead I will blog. Live from Chicago Livejournal is dumb It's not as punk rock as this Blogger is the shit. Piece Out Meeting boys is fun I bought new shoes this weekend I have been on fire. About that fire... I am quite horny A response it not needed So, please, no

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[soft on the inside] I have been feeling rather discouraged for the past few days. What exactly am I putting out into the world that returns such negative reactions? I need to seriously re-evaluate my daily routines, my rut. Even a garden can look beautiful if you don't know it's completely overrun with grubs and rot. Don't misunderstand - it's not that I am depressed. No, the weather is

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[Please allow me my naivete] Imagine this, if you will. You are a journalism student, at some art college. Oh, I don't kow, let's just call it Columbear. So you are assigned a kickass Media Ethics paper and you decided to do it on Jayson Blair. You spend weeks trying to solicit a response from the Public Editor of the New York Times, whose entire job description is explaining stuff about

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[The guy in the front row thought he was in "Our Town"] Well, I moved into a whole new space here, huh? It's all getting more sophisticated and complex. Or at least you think it is until you try the sections above. Have patience, I'm working on it. In the meantime, I'm pulling out my hair over life in general. In general? That means I'm earning my summer this year. I had better be, too,

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["Lucky James: he died as he had lived, his pen in his hand."] My mom used to tease me for never knowing when to let go. Like so many other instances where she was completely right, I fought her blindly. They say babies don't come with instruction manuals, but I think mothers have blueprints in their souls for just knowing things. Like how I should have tried to get tickets for the train

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Here it comes

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[things change] pack up i'm straight i'm not oh, say say say wait they don't love you like i love you (my) maps wait, they don't love you like i love you (your) maps made off don't stray my kinds your kind i'll stay the same pack up don't stray oh say say say wait they don't love you like i love you

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[Mambo Italiano] It is getting warmer and you know what that means—the boys are wearing flip flops again. Call me kitten and I'm yours, baby. p.s. Mandy found a site that sufficiently describes our lifestyle. Welcome to our beautiful world, we call it home.

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[my tongue is tired from overuse] Song of the moment is "Close to Me" by the Cure. It is one of the best songs in my world. It's got everything—chill, horns, beat—and I can't say no. I can't, so here I go. I have avoided posting, or writing for that matter, for weeks. It's hard, and that's something I've been afraid to analyze. It's goddamn beautiful outside. I get to sleep with my fan on

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[I feel bad for the tulips—they think its spring] Today I had an interesting interview with my Magazine Article Writing instructor. First of all, he said everything I've ever wanted to hear. And Lastly, I think he meant it. It did some very important things for me. Like make me realize that I need a mentor. And that I have a lot to learn. That I have a raw talent for writing, and the fact

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