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I've been asleep for twenty-four and some hours.
Addled, disoriented, feeling like there's an alien clinging to my central nervous system like a sick leech trying to slow down every thing I do and thought I have, I am uncomfortably aware that two nights ago I ate an incredible amount of food containing gluten, which I am supposed to be avoiding completely.
My morning went thus:
"Janet isn't today when you're supposed to have your court date?"
"FUCK!"
I scramble to the bathroom. My muscles are weak and my stomach is completely empty. Brushing my teeth carelessly I shout "I'm never gonna make it! I don't even have any gas in my car!"
"It's okay I'll take you, you'll get there on time."
"To PRYOR STREET?"
What? She doesn't even understand what I'm saying. I take the toothbrush out.
"PRYOR STREET. That's downtown."
"You mean it's not the one on Broadwell?"
I relax a little. I was thinking of the jury summons I received five days ago.
"Oh."
Still, I'm ten minutes late arriving. I feel so clumsy from basically poisoning myself and then sleeping for so long that I can't help but think people are scornfully staring at me being my usual bustle-y self but inefficiently stepping on people's feet and colliding with those seated as I make my way to an empty space on a bench.
"Excuse me," says a man tapping me on my shoulder. "You need to go tell her," he points to a girl up front, "that you're here."
"Oh okay thank you."
All over again I crash through the row of well-dressed and nervous citizens of the United States and make my way up to the front, only to find out that because I'm under 21 I need to reset my court date and next time bring a parent.
When I get home I sit down and unhungrily eat an apple with peanut butter. The book of Sudoku my mom works on for her "aging brain" lies open to a page where she's scribbled, "I want to see it all in a flash, like a Bach. A Mozart. Bach would've mastered Sudoku in a flash." I noticed that it reminded me of something I might write. And realized that we are very alike in many ways though not in others. I came to the conclusion that I am on my own-- not that I don't have a thousand people willing to support me when I need support, but to make anything cool happen in my life I need to be aggressive, b-e aggressive. Represent.
Peace.
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[03 Jul 2007|08:56am] |
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Last night felt like swimming through green Jell-O. Like Bill Cosby's sweaters, on fire with opium. I do realize I have not updated my livejournal in... an amount of time. So what now. I go to sleep maybe? I need to start editing my videos again. I found a whole collection of stuff last night that I felt could possibly make me money. I don't know, I don't know anything right now so I'll talk to me later bye.
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| Born again, born again, jiggidy jig. |
[30 Nov 2006|06:04pm] |
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I just got a call from a woman that was in my Integrity Seminar at Landmark.
Now, the final session of this seminar was sometime in October.
The woman that called me was whom I thought to be the most kickin', most bomb-ass bitch in the seminar ("bitch", like a woman of power and grace, not a selfish, misguided little girl), even though I had never had a personal conversation with her. She has this monumental beauty, it's like when she stands up it rains sunlight and when she speaks she's really there. Really being there.
She told me she hunted down the list of people in that seminar just so she could call me. And she called me to invite me to a weekend event for Introduction Leadership.
She's telling me to be a leader.
She told me that I'm absolutely amazing, but she never had a conversation with me before to tell me that.
From someone for whom I have so much respect, such a statement made me
just
fucking
glow.
So, if I perhaps explained the phenomenon poorly to you before, I just want you to notice how moved I am. Do you get it? I am inspired, in-spired, breathed-life-into, and it was a three minute phonecall. I just wrote prose born on the wings of living an extraordinary life, I used parallelism, I wrote in my Livejournal after God knows how long.
Yes.
I got it.
I mean.
This is what Landmark is all about.
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[30 Jun 2006|07:04pm] |
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Why does the Nile flow south to north?
Because it does.
(By the way, "north" doesn't mean "up".)
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[26 Jun 2006|01:16pm] |
YOU'RE RUNNING A RACKET.
GET OFF IT.
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[21 Jun 2006|07:05pm] |
Maybe I should quit my volunteer work over at the Samaritan House. I mean, I think Angelina's probably pretty much got it covered.
But I can do better.
Kinda like this guy on the right here:
:D
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| Be yours to hold it high. |
[01 Jun 2006|08:54pm] |
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If the fat lady keeps holding her note for an indefinite period of time,
at what point is it over?
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| This boy is just a little bit awesome. A lot bit. |
[21 May 2006|09:07pm] |
Pr3sto Vivace: you
Pr3sto Vivace: are way too much of a musician
deathhawk123: im starting to get there
deathhawk123: like im discovering my voice
deathhawk123: and its amazing
Pr3sto Vivace: that's awesome
deathhawk123: yesm
deathhawk123: and i just sing about everythign i do
deathhawk123: one time my mom started yelling at me
deathhawk123: cause it was like
deathhawk123: 2 in the morning
deathhawk123: and i was like
Pr3sto Vivace: hahahaha
deathhawk123: pee pee i gotta pee
deathhawk123: PEEEEEEEEE
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[16 May 2006|10:57pm] |
Pr3sto Vivace: IM A TRIVIA FREAK OKAY
LES GIT SOME: youre a TRIVIAL freak
LES GIT SOME: cuz i squash you like a bug
Pr3sto Vivace: and i seep into your skin and infect your body with a million AIDS
LES GIT SOME: ERROR: syntax
LES GIT SOME: jkkkkkk
Pr3sto Vivace: ERROR: BAD COMMAND OR FILE NAME
LES GIT SOME: ERROR: I AM A SLAVE TO THE COMPUTER
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[16 May 2006|10:44pm] |
deathhawk123: so fat black girl in world history class right
deathhawk123: doesn't like me cause im awesome and i have a 98 in that class and im the teachers pet for the most part
deathhawk123: yea
deathhawk123: okay
deathhawk123: not really the teachers pet as much as im the only one who actually has common sense in that class
Pr3sto Vivace: i knwo but
Pr3sto Vivace: sometimes it winds up that way
deathhawk123: so she hates me
deathhawk123: and comes up to me today before the test
deathhawk123: and says
deathhawk123: nick you know i always knew you looked like a girl (referring to the long hair) but i saw you shopping at hollister the other day in the mall!
deathhawk123: haha hhaahaha all her nigger friends laugh
deathhawk123: and then i look her straight in the eye and said
Pr3sto Vivace: what a bitch
deathhawk123: wow, funny thing cause i saw you eating at the mall yesterday..but wait i can see that any time of day
deathhawk123: and it just went dead silent
deathhawk123: and she handled it like any fat black nigger chick would
deathhawk123: *clears throat*
deathhawk123: OH NO YOU DI'INT!
deathhawk123: her fucking name is sharonda
deathhawk123: but hey what can you do
Pr3sto Vivace: oh my fucking god.
Pr3sto Vivace: she said oh no you di'in'. and then what, stood there awkwardly?
Pr3sto Vivace: while you stared at her with yoru eyebrows raised?
deathhawk123: no she just started flailing her arms around
deathhawk123: acting like she was gonna come towards me
deathhawk123: she expected me to back off
deathhawk123: but when i didn't
deathhawk123: she just sat back down
Pr3sto Vivace: hahahahahahhahaahaha
deathhawk123: and acted all pissed
deathhawk123: and kept talking
Pr3sto Vivace: like grumbling
deathhawk123: saying shit like: man im so pissed
Pr3sto Vivace: quietly
Pr3sto Vivace: hahahaha
deathhawk123: so disrespectful
deathhawk123: outloud
deathhawk123: during the world world 2 test
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| so uh. my family is good. |
[13 May 2006|11:58pm] |
Auto response from Randall475: I am currently inside the computer.
Auto response from Wando475: like omg let's totally do lunch
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[11 May 2006|12:05am] |
choiboi4: but i like you janet
choiboi4: i love solem, janet
choiboi4: she's oh so much fun
choiboi4: full of energy, just eveyrone has those times
choiboi4: its like i guess?
choiboi4: i mean it does suck but eveyrone has empathy for ya
choiboi4: i do at least
choiboi4: screw the others
choiboi4: have you watched
choiboi4: garden state? definatley the movie to define randomness and excitendesslol and also its just life and we live through it with a whatever attitiude and shit happens.
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[10 May 2006|04:15pm] |
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i'm. in no shape to go to work.
haha, after sending my dad an email about the colmes-hannity thing he replied:
"Hannity is SUCH a lapdog for Bush that most people I know hate him. He’s a right wing, simpering, obsequious nut case (oh, that’s right, it’s FOX News) but now the repubs are trying to get on the GOOD SIDE OF GAYS NOW so they can get some better ratings. Mostly the right wing is horribly anti-gay, anti-choice, anti-anything-that-has-to-do-with-people’s-rights-other-than-buying-from-Walmart but this is ‘Watch it Because Our Boys Are Dying For This Country!” (how can anyone be against that, f’cris sake)."
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[02 May 2006|11:27pm] |
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LES GIT SOME: ok so how come sometimes you're janet and sometimes you're "me"
Auto response from Pr3sto Vivace: Janet: (Explains funny phenomenon)
Eryn: (laughs)..yeah...well... the Universe...
Me: Yeah, pretty much...
LES GIT SOME: haven't you ever heard of consistency?
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[30 Apr 2006|08:01pm] |
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Highlights of my weekend include
(in no particular order except in that which they came to me)
getting my drum, watching Paul Choi dance, giving him a big hug and a kiss on his sweaty cheek, getting endless variations of compliments on my dress, talking to Jessica for a total of maybe five minutes at prom but loving it anyway and making plans to hang out in the summer, making a bunch of girls I didn't know at all (from another school's prom) laugh hysterically in the bathroom at Canoe, going to the wrong Westin and being totally chill about it, pretending I thought the painted flat in the conference room was actually a line of shops with doors (they actually had those rectangular pieces of metal that are on those push-doors) that were not quite five feet tall [enough?] and pushing on them and making exaggerated pantomime about my vexation because of the doors not moving, greeting Tim Wilson in that fabulous way that we do and then watching him dance around Kristina in totally asinine ways because everyone knows she wants to dance but refuses to, and I guess he's showing her that dancing is about feeling good and not looking good.
Wanting so badly to climb the 12-foot, wooden-ish Eiffel Tower and thinking better of it after about 10 minutes of debating (what happened to my impulsive, childish enthusiasm? Four years ago it wouldn't even occur to me to NOT climb it), not because maybe my dress would tear or I might fall but because I noticed that our school's "resource officers" were planted conveniently cercamente y Timmy C. estaba vagando (pero con una sonrisa) en la misma parte.
But the idea was fun enough to satisfy me this time.
Had a Black & Mild that for some reason seemed better than any I'd ever had, saw Adam at the Inman Park Festival which gave me copious smiles and fuzzies because Adam has that effect on people, danced with a girl who couldn't have been older than 3 (at the IPF), and
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[29 Apr 2006|12:33pm] |
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Duane and Judi on their way to the Butterfly Ball-- Dad dressed as a 50s Miami thug, and Judi his cute girl I guess.
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