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time capsule post #6
[this is so unbelievably emo. I don't recognize the person who wrote this. nor can identify anymore most of the people the 'things' refer to. -ed]
20 things 2/13/2004
Nicked this from someone who stole it from someone who stole it from someone, yadda yadda… Excellent exercise in vagueness.
Make 20 statements about 20 different people without telling who they pertain to.
1. I thought I knew you… turns out I didn’t. I vow to never say another word to you now.
2. I wish I had never told you.
3. You are still my biggest cheerleader and I am thankful.
4. I try because I know you care in your unspoken ways.
5. You’re fake, fake, fake but after 15 odd years it’s difficult to ignore you.
6. I see you’re like me and I know I must be patient.
7. Why do you sabotage yourself like that? It hurts us all, you know?
8. You were so slyly manipulative and I tried so fucking hard to make you like me. I know better now.
9. I fell in love with you? I’m sorry.
10. Our relationship is fine and you are ok no matter what they may think.
11. No, you’re not perfect but you were honest — and I will still kill you in my movie.
12. I’m glad we can talk like long lost girlfriends.
13. You are such a good person at heart if you could stop over-doing the pleasing thing.
14. Sometimes I wonder if it would have been easier for you if you let us help.
15. You’re on your way, baby, and would that I had some of that determination.
16. It’s people like you who remind me how much I have to learn about not pigeon-holing people.
17. Why is it that you never look me in the eye? You think you’re better. I know. That’s ok.
18. You may never know what to make of me but I love you because you take care of her.
19. Those stunts you pulled, they will come back to haunt you. When will you learn?
20. With me you had an inferiority complex which in turned developed into a superiority complex. You’re a sorry sod.
time capsule post #5
things in tens 10/3/2002
10 Things I Miss About LA
1. The food
2. Exhibitionist neighbors having sex at all hours of the day
3. Dancing at WeHo
4. The 10, 110, 101 and 5 Freeways
5. Staples Center
6. Football and volleyball games
7. The line of airplanes descending into LAX at night
8. The beach
9. Shrine Auditorium
10. My independence
10 Favorite Memories of LA
1. Taking the George Lucas class
2. Going to the taping of a Will and Grace episode
3. Going to the shooting of an X-Files episode
4. First time at the beach with Nik, Sama, Steph and Matt.
5. Getting sh*t faced at the end of freshmen year
6. Dancing at WeHo on Hip Hop night
7. Playing pool for HOURS upon HOURS with Wendy
8. Going to Cake, Alanis and Sheryl’s shows.
9. Looking up and seeing the Goodyear blimp
10. Watching TV and seeing a high speed car chase down Figueroa…
time capsule post #4
medium rare 4/20/2003
weekend out of town. bleurgh. on drive home thought about LA. thought about the sign – JESUS SAVES. I’m puzzled. Jesus saves… what? Coupons? Empty soda cans?
New interest for the moment – Jason Mraz. I have no clue how to pronounce his last name. But if you like Dave Matthews (not DMB) you might want to check him out. Wonder why I like guys who play acoustics. Jack Johnson comes to mind. I suppose John Mayer counts… before he became a superstar. *sigh*
Recent annoying habit developed: singing ‘Love Hurts’ (really badly)while playing snooker.
I’m cold. Cold coldcold.
A revelation: I don’t believe in love anymore.
gasp! shock! horror!
Another Monday on the horizon. AW man.
time capsule post #3
what was that again? 4/2/2003
You know.. I thought I was on glue when I sat down to watch West Wing last night (and last week, and the week before that) and it wasn’t on and I just never gave it a second thought. on freaking glue i tell you. I mean, rationally tons of reasons that it was being replaced by this documentary and that. Then I read the paper and a letter to the editor complaint about the idiocy of TV3 pulling West Wing off the air because of, said the tv station, the “current political situation”. No no nono no… I refuse to go into hysterical laughter thinking of the utter idiocy of that statemnet. I’ve already suffered enough shame in the weeks when Daredevil was banned. Well you know how it goes.. the censorship board does things in the best interest of this country’s youth. We really don’t want them to “hero worship a character with a devil-sounding name”. Note to self: buy censorship board a nice think dictionary.
And randomly.. CSI, while visually interesting, is as cerebrally stimulating as watching midgets wrestle.
I need a life or something of the equivalent.
time capsule post #2
take me out there 12/18/2003
I want it to be on record that I truly enjoy flying. Even with all the crap I had to deal with when flying domestically all over the united states. Because they end up being experiences I’ll never forget.
The stranded and tired passengers, the agents at ticketing counters working on Christmas eve, the kids who play pee-a-boo with me and the celebrity spotting game we play at LAX. And on and on and on…
Like being at new airports. Looking, sometimes furtively, for the smoking area. Groaning at the sight of yet another McDonalds. Tearing down the terminal- laptop and luggage in tow to board a flight, doors 2 minutes from closing.
Ditzy stewardess. Funny stewardess. Old stewardess. Tired, off-duty stewardess sleeping on the aisle of plane on Christmas eve. Studying stewardess. Never a rude stewardess. (not unless you count EVA air and I dont consider EVA air a real airline *shudder*)
Missing connecting flights. Having luggage arrive before yourself. Making the last flight out of Chicago for the day, being the final standby to make it.
Turbulence.
Looking at the window as the plane ascends, trying to make out roads and places. Peering out the window as the plane descends, so happy we’re finally there.
Circling over Fort Wayne International in pea-soup conditions for 80 minutes. And end up landing in bumfuck– I mean Toledo, Ohio.
The voice of a stewardess saying “welcome to XXX city, the local time now is XX:XX”. I like being welcomed. And I like being thanked for exercising my right to choose airlines. (America West NEVER AGAIN)
I like being bumped up to first class. I have been on airplanes which have seats battened down with duct tape.
I like walking from the gate towards the airplane. I like hearing airplanes referred to as ‘equipment’.
Have I mentioned I like airports?
Thank you, Orville and Wilbur.
a new thing – something old
I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I had the blog but never got around to it so nows a good time as any. I’m posting selected entried from my previous pseudo journalling site, partly as a introspective exercise and partly to read with amusement that not much has changed even after x number of years.
It won’t be a chronological thing. I’ll just browse and see what’s interesting and perhaps of relevance. For the introductory post I decided to see if I had an entry from the same day, however many years back and lucky me, there was. So enjoy looking back. Here’s time capsule entry #1:
whatever and war 3/4/2003
“WHATEVER” is a state of mind. Sort of like the anti-nirvana, but kinda parallel to Nirvana. It is a state of emptiness, not bouyed by euphoria but by lackadaisical indifference towards everything.
I just have one bee in my bonnet – the soon-to-happen war. I’m not sure you can call it a war since one side is obviously gonna thump the other side in a matter of days. Anyhow, my grievances are regarding those certain individuals who deem it ‘patriotic’ to diss those who speak out against the war. I heard a news anchor say that actors/artists who are anti-war should be used as human shields. Wow. Look up ‘hypocrite’ in the dictionary, ass-wipe. The actors have as much right to speak about whatever they want as you have done the same with your position as a news anchor on NATIONAL TV. Having said that, i dont think all pro-war people are neanderthals looking for a fight. Some do know how to state their opinions in a clear and educated manner. And I do respect that.
I wonder if all these rantings are in my FBI file…
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