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Friday, July 25th, 2003
1:27 am - This is the end.
Me.Collapse )

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Friday, June 13th, 2003
1:43 am - So tired.
I'm tired of trying things on.
Nothing fits.

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Monday, May 19th, 2003
2:47 am
Spring is here.

I wanna sit outside, listen to music, and smooch the day away.

Any takers?

I didn't think so.

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Sunday, May 18th, 2003
2:06 am
Ok then, how about Tori at the FleetPavilion on August 24?

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Friday, May 9th, 2003
3:11 am
does anyone want to be a lollapaloozer with me?

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Friday, April 25th, 2003
2:31 am - My Back Pages
To Do List:

Backdate entries about war (and peace.)
...about SARS.
...about Oscars (and Michael Moore.)

Read (and probably comment on) two months of my Friends's Journals.

Get new userpics and revamp LJ.

And most importantly, belatedly wish goldenskye and lokiswings and indiedream and purpleprimate and idamae a bunch of very Happy Birthdays.

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Thursday, April 24th, 2003
4:44 pm - what say you
Customer at work: You must have a nice collection of stuff.
Me: Yeah, I guess it's getting pretty massive.
Him: What are you, like 22-23?
Me: God bless you, sir.

So what shall I do for my birthday?

I know most of you will be busy with school or work, etc. but what are you all doing on Wednesday, September 17? The RedSox are playing Tampa Bay and if there's sufficient interest amongst y'all, I could get a bunch of tickets. Maybe Friday, the 12th against the White Sox would be better for everyone?

OR... maybe something more formal on the weekend? We can all get dressed up and pretend we're the beautiful people or something. Slow-dancing for everyone!

OR... I could just pretend the whole thing isn't happening and sit in my room crying, listening to Anita Baker and other depressing music. Which is EXACTLY what I did the night of my Senior Prom.

And for my friends in other parts of the world, now is as good a time as any to make your travel plans.

I'm not a social creature so I need input.

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Wednesday, April 23rd, 2003
12:00 pm - Happy Birthday, girlo.
So what if one of my favorite online people is more than a decade younger than me? So what if she and I met on someone else's journal over our fondness for Iron Chef? And so what if we'd probably fight over the same chicks?

Let me tell you something about this girlo. She's very very special. I know this and the ballerina knows this and really, what's more important than that? I hope she never ever compromises herself or her beliefs for anyone or anything. I hope her 17th year is her best yet. And I hope she can forgive me for being a couple days late with the birthday wishes.

Be young. Be foolish. Be happy.

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Sunday, April 20th, 2003
2:41 am - Everyone Who Pretended To Like Me Is Gone
So I'm kinda sorta more or less getting back into the swing of things. I gave real life a try. It didn't quite take. So now we search for the happy medium....

By the way, if you ever wanna see who cares and who doesn't, just disappear for a little bit. Some of the people on my 'friends' list couldn't wait to get rid of me. (And some of the now missing names surprised me a little.) This sucks of course because my LJ is indeed (or at least was) completely and utterly 'me.' I'm tired of hurting. So I've just got to train myself not to care as much. A million thank-you's to those who stuck around. I am in your debt. Ask of me freely.

Happy Easter
Happy Passover
Happy Sunday

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Wednesday, April 16th, 2003
3:15 am - I'm always a tourist.
My haptophobia (look it up) is getting worse and worse.

Please, please forgive my distance of late. I hate not being there for y'all. If you need me, just e-mail.


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Friday, April 11th, 2003
12:37 am
did you see their faces?!?

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Sunday, March 30th, 2003
3:46 am - They say it's your birthday...
Happy Birthday plaball!!!! Candis, you watch more movies than anyone I've ever met. You were also one of my very first LJ friends and you (and your partner in crime, Iesha) have hung out with me at least twice so that automatically makes you one of my better friends. I wish you a wonderful birthday and I hope you get to meet Russell Crowe this year. It was partially through his fondness for Trot Nixon that we met. See you soon.
- R.

Incidentally, I ran this lil entry though the trusty spellchecker. And it would like me to replace "Plaball Candis" with "Labial Candies." Sounds good to me.

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Saturday, March 22nd, 2003
4:58 am
Sorry I lost myself.

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Friday, February 28th, 2003
4:04 am - Please, won't you be my neighbor?
Part of me wants to believe that there is a big ole plan. And the really innocent part of me wants to believe that God called Mister Rogers up there to comfort all the people who died this past week. If I were to make a list of my all-time favorite people, Fred Rogers would probably be in the Top 5. May he rest in peace.


Yes, it's a long time coming, but I give you...
Eleven Things We Learned At The 2003 Grammys:
1. We all know award shows are bull$hit, BUT... Performances by James Taylor, Simon & Garfunkel, Coldplay w/ The NYPhilharmonic? Tributes to The Bee Gees and The Clash? Awards for Outkast, Coldplay, Norah Jones, India.Aire, No Doubt, Jars of Clay, Third Day, Nickel Creek, The Funk Brothers, and Solomon Burke? Yay!!!
2. Faith Hill looked like Goldmember and sang/yelled like she needed more singing/yelling lessons.
3. Nobody loves singing into someone else's mic like Bruce Springsteen.
4. Erykah Badu is insane.
5. N'Sync was ok. But standing ovation worthy? N'ope.
6. Aretha Franklin must have thought it was Halloween. Why else would she have dressed as the Stay Puft Marshmallow Woman?
7. Nelly, why you gotta try to mix up Hot In Herre with that awful Dilemma song? It hurts my ears.
8. The Roots are amazing. And Eminem was pretty good even though he messed up at the end.
9. Ashanti, I know I've picked on you in the past because I think your face is prettier than your voice, but even I wouldn't have tortured you with those kids all dressed-up to inspire us. I felt inspired to yell at my tv.
10. Robin Williams is funny maybe 5% of the time. The other 95% makes me cringe.
11. I am in love with Norah Jones. She's goofier than I could've imagined.


I've talked to 2 very different and very interesting people this week. The internet will never be the best place to meet someone. But sometimes, it's the only way it can happen. I hope it's never held against me.


Five commercials that just need to STOP:
1. The Best Buy commercial with the black dude yelling "Spider-man." It makes me fondly recall the days of "Homeboys in Outerspace."
2. Any and all Chili's commercials. That beatboxing guy needs to be beaten.
3. Can you hear me now? Good. Please stop.
4. Catherine Zeta Jones' phone commercials. Like anyone would really call the fricken' LIBRARY to get lyrics to a Def Leppard song.
5. Any and all local commercials. Especially furniture ones. Don't you guys realize you are ruining your businesses???


Dixie Chicks + Michelle Branch = a very distinct possibility. A year ago, I would not have said this. Frankly, I'm amazed I'm saying it now. I have much thinking to do before tix go on sale Saturday.


Are any of you familiar with The Gathering of The Vibes? The Allman Brothers and James Brown will be there. But I'm not sure I can handle the long drive and 4 days of camping. I've never been camping in MA, let alone NY.


Did I just hear that Fred Durst may have nailed Britney? That is the most disgusting thing ever.


My dad gave his two weeks notice at his job. This was incredibly heroic and I somehow have to tell him this.


I kept dozing off during American Idol this week, but it seemed to suck. Even the people the judges thought were good sucked. Bring back Week 2! You watch, the WildCard show next week will have better talent than the Top 10 from last year.


I've got to stop being so paranoid. If you got any advice, spit it out here. Please and thank you.

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Sunday, February 23rd, 2003
2:31 am - Threatened
Does it seem to anyone else like things are just "wrong" somehow? An impending war, more snow than the northeast knows what to do with, random explosions, club fires, botched transplants, livejournal technical difficulties, roofs falling down, owl rescuings.... I will not be surprised at all if a swarm of locusts comes heading our way.

Now then... That is why I don't like going to clubs! (Actually, this isn't entirely true as I don't particularly like clubs cuz they're usually smokey and filled with people and I'm shy and a social misfit.... but I digress.) Those poor, poor folks... both in Chicago and here in New England. It's maddening that stuff like this happens in this day and age. Common sense was sorely lacking. And if I wasn't one of those people who looked for fire exits and such before (Note: I was), I am now. Gosh, I'm sorry. We're pretty sure someone who worked in the same plaza I do was there and has yet to be heard from. And now the blame game. The friends and families are in my prayers. And the victims... well, Heaven's house band is a lot better than Great White. It has Jimi Hendrix on guitar, John Bonham on drums, and Bob Marley, Jim Morrison, and Janis Joplin take turns singing. Rock on, guys.

On a similar note...
R.I.P - Jesica Santillan aka 'the transplant teen.' ::sigh:: You know I was pulling for you. I'm sorry. I hope there's a heaven for you, kiddo.


On a lighter note, I helped rescue an owl tonight at work. "But Rob," they exclaimed, "how can that be? You work in a toy store." And I reply, "I know!" Well, we had a visitor tonight. A beautiful, Furby-sized, screech owl dropped in on us. We're not sure how he got there actually. We've had birds every so often, but never anything like an owl. So we cordoned off the area he was hanging out in (the puzzle section) and I sat and birdwatched for the evening. I felt a bit like a museum tour guide for a bit. "Have you seen our owl? He's been here about 3 hours now." Yeah, so the police were no help. The fire dept told us to call the police. (grr) Most animal places aren't in on the weekends. (Huh?) And one dude wanted $300. Luckily, one of our guests was able to have her daughter find some numbers on the internet. And a blessed soul from the Animal Rescue League (Jim, I think?) arrived and on our third attempt, we caught our fine feathered friend. (I held one of the nets!) Then we put him in a box, cooked him up and ate him. Or we set him free. I took some pictures on a disposable camera (which I just realized I never paid for), but none of my pictures ever come out right. I'm not very photogenic.


So while Rob may be a hero, he is also an frickin' idiot. Guess who slept through his alarm Saturday morning and failed to get Norah Jones tickets? That's right, me! I'm pissed. I could still get one ticket in the back rows, but for now I'm gonna hold out for two tickets on another date. (She will add another date, I'm sure. BUT after she wins ALL the Grammies tomorrow night, that's sure to sell out even faster.) As I mentioned back when I saw Coldplay, FleetBoston Pavilion is THE best place to see a show. We should all go. But only one of you will get the pleasure of sitting next to me. Annie is in Oregon. Barb is in Canada. And Lisa already turned me down. (Politely though.) Flattery gets you everywhere. ;)

Speaking of Grammies...Collapse )

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Friday, February 21st, 2003
10:34 pm - Come away with me.
Norah Jones at the Fleet Pavilion in June. Should I buy two tickets, instead of my usual one, "just in case?" Gah, i must suck.

I don't suppose anyone wants to see Sixpence on Sunday night?

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Thursday, February 20th, 2003
11:37 pm - If God Would Send His Angels
I'm really pulling for this transplant teen. I wished I were a match.

How come no one ever sets me up with their friends? I'm quite curious as to what people really think of me. I bet I wouldn't like it.

I want to play pool. And air hockey.

I'm pondering an LJ hiatus.

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Tuesday, February 18th, 2003
2:03 am - Where are we supposed to put all this snow???

Lizzie Borden took an axe,
Gave her mother forty whacks.
When she saw what she had done,
she gave her father forty-one.

Actually, it was only about 19 times or so, and it was with a hatchet instead of an axe, but that's nitpicking, isn't it? I survived my stay at the Lizzie Borden house. If you're ever in Massachusetts and you've got some time and a fascination with unsolved mysteries and perhaps a touch of the macabre in you, I recommend staying here. Make sure it's on a night when Shelley, the true expert, is working. Before the tour, she asked all of us who we thought the real killer might be. Jokingly, I suggested OJ Simpson, but it's really amazing how many similarities there are between the two cases, right up to the Not Guilty verdict. (I give Brentwood about 20 years before it too becomes a bed and breakfast.) I must warn you however, that apart from Lizzie things, there is nothing to do in Fall River. After the tour, no less than four people practically ran upstairs to smoke pot. You know you're in trouble when the main hangout spot is the Ninety-Nine Restaurant. And oh yeah, Lizzie was so guilty.


Joe Millionaire, you picked the right girl. Zora is a real catch. I think she's too good for you. And she's 29, which almost cheers me up a bit. But why does she seem so much older than me?


Finally, haven't you always imagined Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz being half naked and tortured? Me neither. But find out more here.Collapse )

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Saturday, February 15th, 2003
1:50 am - Crap on TV
"American Idol"
Is it me or does the show seem to really be pushing to have a male to win this year? They're no dummies; they know the power of the teenage dollar. Still, it's interesting that many of the competitors this year don't "look" the part. Ruben has got to be pushing 350 lb., and yet he made it to the Top 10. I doubt he'll win though as one can never underestimate the shallowness of the American public. On the whole, the talent is way better this year. My two favorites thus far (Trenyce, the black chick from Week 1 and Clay, the white boy from Week 2) would have made the Top 5 last year, but this year may not even make it to the Top 10. (And what's up with the blonde chick losing to the not- as-nice-looking-OR-sounding Julia?) Now then, the show needs give us better explanation over this whole Frenchie incident. She did porn, big deal. While I question exactly who would want to see Frenchie naked, I certainly don't think she should be disqualified either.

"Are You Hot?"
Speaking of shallowness... I stumbled upon this gem the other night. The mission of the show is to find 'the sexiest people in America.' I suppose the show is good for eye-candy (and to goof on those who think they are "all that"), but that's about it. There's nothing interesting or original about it. There's a panel of 3 judges (just like when Howard Stern 'evaluates' someone) who give scores based on face, body, and overall sex appeal. But just in case we don't know what's hot, Lorenz Lamas is there help us, pointing out any flaws he may see with a laser pointer (again borrowed from the Stern show). I suppose I shouldn't take any pity on someone who allows themselves to be judged like that, but I'm pretty sure this isn't the way to boost anyone's confidence. To be perfectly honest, there are a few people on my LJ list who are "hotter" than many of the people who've gotten far in this 'competition.' (Grace, Laura, and Amanda, I'm looking in your direction.) And ALL of you have better personalities. Anyway, thus far, I like Cari and that Asian dude. I'm not sure I'll continue watching though as this show features the worst host I have ever seen. He's not good enough to introduce animal bloopers somewhere on cable.

"Joe Millionaire"
The early consensus seems to be that Joe is going to go for the gold-digging, fetish-film-starring Sara over the down-to-earth, refreshing Zora. For about 5 minutes, I even thought to myself, "Aww, I'll feel bad if Zora doesn't win." And then I thought, "Waitasecond, win what?" Joe M. is nice enough, but is he really all that appealing? He's nice-looking, sure. But he's not brainy. He's not funny. Ehh, I'm not sure why I care. Or if care. Stupid tv.

"The Surreal Life"
Speaking of stupid tv.... Why?

"The Osbournes"
Yeah, they've kinda gone all Hollywood on us, but I still like them. Ozzy singing "No More Pubic Hair" to Paul McCartney's "No More Lonely Nights" was the highlight of my tv-watching this week. By the way, I halfheartedly recommend the new "Essential" Ozzy double cd set. It looks good, but it is incomplete. There's got to be some legal issues with "Shot In The Dark" though as it's not found on any of his compilations, despite arguably being his biggest hit.

"Survivor: Battle of the Sexes"
Obnoxiousness, you have a new name... and you may take your pick from any of the male castaways on this new edition of Survivor. Especially Rob. Oofah, what an ass. "We're gonna win every immunity challenge." "They're busy doing their nails." "I bet they wish they had their cell phones so they could call their boyfriends to help them." And when they lost? "We sure were humbled." Bah... why? Why is it humbling for a woman to be better than a man at something? I don't get it. And frankly, I think it does a disservice to all of us when shows like Road Rules and Survivor even bother to pit the boys vs the girls. It's not cute anymore. Maybe it's straight white male guilt on my part or something, but I think I was just raised differently. I remain an equalist. Anyway, I hope the women don't kick the deaf girl off just cuz she's deaf. I gotta wonder what the Survivor people were thinking here. But I'm already rooting for her. And yes, I thought that Heidi chick was really cute.

Interestingly enough, you could have flipped around the dial after Survivor and caught the special Valentine's Day Bra & Panties match on Smackdown. Good grief.

In a semi-related story, I read that Annika Sorenstem was invited to compete with the men in a PGA event. Now this, I approve of.

In other news, I got an offer to be someone's 'platonic Valentine.' I accepted. (Thank you, girlo.)

And if all goes well, I'll be staying at Lizzie Borden's house with yet another platonic friend (actually a co-worker) tomorrow evening. Yes, the same Lizzie Borden who gave her father 40 whacks. Hey, I was invited. I suggest things like concerts or movies or pool or dinner. But noooo.... Seriously, one of you guys must wanna hang out sometime and do something normal.

PS. A while back, a couple of my LJ pals asked me to make a Top 20 list of 'people I'd sleep with.' I'm undecided if I think it's too creepy or not. Any thoughts?

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Friday, February 14th, 2003
3:18 am - She doesn't need rescuing.

white or otherwise, i've never ridden a horse
there are chinks in whatever armour i have
and no kiss can break this spell
the magic mirror has shattered
the glass slipper does not fit
and it's already struck midnight
there are no stars to wish upon
the drawbridge is risen
and you
you are not standing at the tower.

Blah. Valentine's Day makes me think of hearts made out of construction paper and stuffed animals and boxes of candy and romance. And romance makes me think of fairytales and medieval times and knights and princesses. Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day to y'all. And Happy "Day That Shall Not Be Named" to those who are presently unattached. Y'know, if the world ends soon, and by all accounts it just may, I'll have never had a real Valentine. Pshaw.

Anyhoo, I've watched a ton of bad tv lately. Perhaps next time I'll go back to doing what I do best... complaining.

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