| AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH |
[Apr. 15th, 2006|05:56 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  confused | ] |
what happens when you find a boy, a wonderfully complex boy, a great boy, funny, freaky, fantastically sweet
and then you google him
and find out he's an internationally praised breaking the boundaries musician.
?
ughhhhhh i guess ill just have to find out. |
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| HATE |
[Apr. 6th, 2006|03:59 pm] |
i hate:
i hate boys. boys who lie, boys who lead, boys who jerk chains, just plain boys.
HATE. LOATHE. DETEST.
with the burning passion of ten thousand volcanoes on the brink of eruption. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 31st, 2006|01:11 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | homestead | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | dont mug yourself - the streets | ] |
mmmm bought a bike the other day- very nice- vintage Raleigh... its called "Park Place", has that stenciled along the side...
its such nice weather outside today yet im inside and restless looking at my bike outside the window... gathering the energy to hop on and ride away. ride away until 5 and then its time to buckle down and work. i shlep beer, you shlep beer, we all shlep beer... jen's working tonight though so fun times will abound. i really need to have a good talk with a certain someone. i really need to decide to go out west... or not. i really need to decide on something. not making any choice is a choice in itself. no more being inactive- no more sitting aside.
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hmmmmmmmm.................. too much computer not enough sun.
im out |
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| i have to pee |
[Oct. 20th, 2005|03:50 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | deflated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | common people - william shatner | ] |
feeling sortof... as if im lacking viscosity. if that makes any sense at all,
im in that weird in-between phase where things hurt but don't, i care but not all that much, and the weather outside just seems to mimic that sense of limbo. not spectacularly crappy, but not all that great either.
im living in a sort-of self induced pergatory and who knows why.
i hate injustice. i hate people. i love music. i hate the aftertaste of pesto. in a weird backwards sort of way i like william shatner's newest album.. mainly because ben folds had such a huge hand in it... but there is something about spoken word to music that creates a cloud of sentimentality otherwise unachieved. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 15th, 2005|10:13 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  optimistic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Europe - the final countdown | ] |
i am hot. it's halfway through september already and im hot like its july. i dont understand this but at least fall is around the corner and i guess i shouldnt complain when everything you wait for is just that much more delicious for having to wait so long. i love the fall- its the most romantic month- and i love apples and apple cider and getting drunk and falling into a gigantic pile of leaves and then digging for leaf-crumbs in your undies and thinking you've gotten them all out until you get undressed before bed and suddenly there's a shower of little crunchy brown crumbly bits all over your floor.
and i love crisp air and i love potato chips. i think we might have some salty vineagar-y ones downstairs...
I LOVE RUM RAISIN ICE CREAM even though it sometimes can taste like medicine.
i would also like to get really high sometime soon and have an art night.
but for now its ice cream and chips and bed.
night |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 1st, 2005|12:03 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  indescribable | ] |
i am smitten with a boooooooooooyyyyy i am going to ask him out to a movie and i am going to buy him popcorn and candy and it will be a really good date. i am EXCITED. and TIRED.
yesterday i slept for 15 hours because i hadnt slept for days. this is what happens when you pull allnighters and move couches and have street fights with your coworkers.
so back to the ol' dream land... its actually kindof neat. i think i might become addicted to sleep- when you dream more than you're awake, life is much more exciting. but maybe thats because i work more than i breathe.
oh well- time to hit the hay!!! |
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| okay folksies |
[Jul. 17th, 2005|06:45 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  artistic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | oh you know, this and that.... *shifty eyes* | ] |
first off i'd like you all to plug this into your local music search engine (dont pretend like you dont have one) :
Yodeling Songs of the Swiss Alps
and secondly i'd like to you read this definition i came across today via the internet when i was looking up yodeling of the swiss alp variety:
Belly laugh: Also known as the Santa Giggle, this is the laugh of old fat men. The sound that emerges sounds like the farting of a beached whale.
now- it might just be me, but im thinking we all need a little of these two in our daily lives. so this is what im saying- some weekend (because i dont work weekends) someday soon we need to congregate in my forest, lift our lilting yodels to the open sky and have ourselves a belly-ful of fun.
ps: anyone know why my "artistic" fox-ikkon is reading a newspaper???? is this what it means to be artistic???? fuck me- and i dont even know how to read. |
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| celebrating singledom |
[Jun. 27th, 2005|12:27 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sad yet satisfied | ] |
| [ | music |
| | this is the last time - Keane | ] |
okay- in guelph visiting chantelle covered in bruises from crazy forest trail biking and tackling full-backs whilst drunk
also: news update- i am NEWLY SINGLE!
this means two things:
1) i no longer have to listen to Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent, or any other member of the notorious "G-Unit" crew (that is unless someone pays me $1000 to step foot inside any club in hull in the next 10 years)
2) there needs to be a big ottawa party/bar/funtimes night when i return from this town of many cowboys
but on an entirely different note:
where the hell is chantelle??? how long does it take a person to walk to the corner store and buy a bag of chocolate chips and some table syrup??? well- apparantly approximately 2 hours.
WHAT THE HELL?
im going to go find something to eat- watch a western and stew.
PACE |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 20th, 2005|01:25 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | mush mush mush | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dead Disco - Metric | ] |
There are some days when you want to go out and conquer the world-
and then there are days that you want to hide under your bed eating your way through a bag of icing sugar, reading archie comics and pretending you are 8 years old again and don't have to deal with the fact that you now know how to drive and date boys.
and now..............
A Straight-jacket Ode to feeling Utterly Lost
Last night i knelt by the trees
and looked up
trying to remember how it feels to think the world is full of magic
and trees are gigantic
and love is real
But people thought i was crazy
and now i can't move my arms
this is what you get given to you
for trying to gain a little perspective
ps: i now have a cell phone which when called i may or may not answer... the number (if you're curious) is 552 1967 (thats in the 613 area code)
pps: sabrina i think we might need to have a mr. noodles/movie night soon |
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| DONT STOP ME NOW!!! |
[May. 18th, 2005|11:52 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  predatory and pumped | ] |
| [ | music |
| | see journal entry | ] |
im burning through the sky - 200 degrees that's why they call me mr. fahreinheit im travelling at the speed of liiiiiight!
nothing beats rocking out flashdance style to Queen when no one's home in the morning---
some songs i'd recommend:
Don't Stop Me Now (personal fave)
Fat Bottomed Girls
The Bicycle Song
Somebody to Love
You're My Best Friend (for those with bad joints, this one's a lil slower)
of course, you could always pull the ol' Bohemian Rhapsody, but i find that one works better with a larger group (i go a little schitzo trying to do all the parts when im solo) and really, the experience just isn't the same without a beer in your hand- whether you're drinking it or no...
well, im off to do a coupla circuits (2 laps round the kitchen, through the music room, up the stairs, around the computer area 5 times, back downstairs, and repeat!!!)
also good for rocking out : goodnight goodnight by hot hot heat (check er out) black betty by Ram Jam, Renegade by the Styx.
I OFFICALLY DELCARE THIS DAY ROCK OUT WITH YOUR *substitute dirty rhyme here* DAY!! SO GET TO!!!
especially you. yes you. |
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| blarrrggghhh |
[May. 14th, 2005|01:49 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | crushed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the "sometimes i like to sit and cry my eyes out" playlist | ] |
in a bad mood. in kemptville. in kemptville in a bad mood- and what could be worse i ask myself? worse than living in despair in a town with less than 4000 people and even less distractions to take my mind of being a pile of poo sitting in my bathrobe thinking of things to eat to make me happy...
wow, i must say- this is a triumphant return to the world of livejournalling laura beach... i think im topping out with this entry.
*note to readers: the previous and following text must be read in a very sarcastic and cynical old-yiddish-man voice
so i think i'll go make soup. but whats the best comfort food? and why do i feel so crappy on a saturday afternoon when i have a free place to live, free food, and no job (which means too much free time to even think about all at once)?
is it stupid to feel crushed because someone called you special and then took that away--- when if i think about it, im no worse off than before this person said this thing?
this is today's life lesson kids- if anyone calls you special (exepting, of course, the parents/grandparents/greatunclesandaunts) be skeptic. or better- tell them to fuck right off because it'll save you the effort of having to say it later on.
wow- someone's grumpy. (and i think it might be me)
but on the up side of things- being back near ottawa is great! and im about to make a KILLER Dagwood sandwich.... watch out pickles...
laura |
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| the kid is NOT my son |
[Jan. 30th, 2005|01:01 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | curious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | billy jean - mikky j. | ] |
i cant believe i havent written for a month. where has this month gone to? oh- i know. SCHOOLIN'.
*sigh*
half the time it seems worth it, and sort of romantic you know- living in the big city fulfilling my dream of theatre at a studio school where they break you to make you...
the other half of the time i feel like im wasting my youth stuck in the pages of mamet and walker instead of exploring the world outside this smog hole.
i met a man in the grocery store the other day who when he was my age was part of the circus. literally, no joke- travelling all over the southern states- and then he got a job being someone's driver and somehow ended up driving all through montana MONTANA!!! ive never been to montana!
as archie andrews would say, "aack!"
either way- im out to get crepes-a-go-go
and no- im not being cute, its actually the name of the restaurant. hee hee.
i miss you sabrina, we need to hang out soon. what are you up to spring break? |
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| home for a while- not long enough.... |
[Dec. 29th, 2004|06:32 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Mr. Brightside - the Killers | ] |
so- home at last in kemptville, and ive been running around seeing people, eating food, gaining a second a---- uh, apple. (that one's for you virginia) does anyone else feel like this christmas season didn't happen? i mean, i know i felt the lead up, but suddenly its the 29th and im wondering why i have to go back to school in 3 days. oh well, at least its only another 4 months till summer break- maybe with the help of christmas chocolate and prozaac ill make it till then. oh wait- i finished it yesterday. damn damn damn.
either way- im off to watch more movies and not do any of my school work. i hope the season is treating everyone nicely.
back to toronto soon- im going to miss sleep.
laura |
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| feeling restless - who's up for an adventure |
[Nov. 19th, 2004|10:01 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | restless | ] |
| [ | music |
| | maybe someday - the cure | ] |
i feel like doing something huge- huge and crazy and adventurous. i feel like... selling everything i own and going on an insane road trip and getting married to a randomly beautiful stranger along the way. urrrrgggg... why does nothing terribly exciting ever happen?
this is making me frusterated
well- off to eat food. mmmmm food.
laura |
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| my ice cream melted and it made me sad |
[Nov. 5th, 2004|07:46 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | curious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | super bad punk music...urrrg lol | ] |
so im officially moved into to the new building and am enjoying solitude, quiet nights and the ability to invite people over without having to sneak them past five boys and two smelly cats. yay freedom!!!
siiiigh
so- off to watch a movie tonight with mr. murphy, the gabster and the gabster's sister. who i will call...... gabsister! bwahahahahhahaha i am comedic genious personified!
alright- im outta here.
im in need of love. not love love. just.... lovin'
yeah- if anyone knows where to get me some of that, let me know. |
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| IN GUELPH!!!! |
[Oct. 28th, 2004|01:15 am] |
hey- visiting the bestest of best friends, thats right ladies and gents, the one and only HAMOOO!!!! or, as some of you may know her - chantelle.
ohhh how did i miss this, and we're doing a pumpkin carving contest tonight! life is good.
later! |
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| i feel like a half peeled orange - seedless |
[Oct. 23rd, 2004|10:16 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | mindfucked | ] |
| [ | music |
| | ladytron - he took her to a movie | ] |
i woke up this morning at 8:30 still drunk and the feeling hasnt quite wore off throughout the day. its a sketchy sort of butterfly tummy feeling that has compelled me to make and break plans with about 5 different people so far today. and its not even 10:30 yet. i think i might just have to rent some weird ass movie with charlie and be a vegetable tonight.
on a side note-
i miss my mum.
yeah, thats right- i AM that lame....
but you know you love me for it and if you don't im really too cracked out to care.
ive decided that i really had the right idea back in grade eight when i wanted to become a nun- how much easier life would be, and black really is a slimming colour.
why does doug insist on downloading richard cheese and weird al yankovich??? are we still in grade school??? well- i am at least with all my nun talk, but that still doesnt justify the fact that "just eat it" is on my super chill playlist now.
thats right- pay back will come swiftly my little dougster, and you better have the energy to run.
alright- im out ladies and gents- if you have any words of encouragement or strange concoctions that relieve strange and inexplicable mindfunks, please post away!
laura |
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| id like to draw your attention |
[Oct. 15th, 2004|08:17 pm] |
so- id like to draw your attention to a little song - hit of the charts in 1993, music that speaks to my soul on such a profoundly intimate level it hurts.
*ahem*
Another night, another dream
but always you
like a vision of lovers,
seems to be true.
another night, another dream
but always you
in the night i dream of
love so true
yeah. that's right. i said it.
im done- out to get drunk with the theatre class peeps, fun times to be had by all!
wish me luck ladies and gents |
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| i believe in a thing called love |
[Oct. 13th, 2004|05:27 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | naughty | ] |
| [ | music |
| | somebody told me - the killers | ] |
have you ever had the feeling that you can make anything happen as long as you put yourself wholly into it? today feels like its one of those days... and im definately going out there with hutzpah.
ohh baby
gabby and i are drinking wine and then hitting the labyrinth like theres no tomorrow. we dont have class until dance tomorrow at 1120 when we finish learning the tango- yes yes yes!
i had an amazing thanksgiving- breanne i miss you already and to those i didnt see, ill be back at christmas and there will be parties galore.
im too antsy to be sitting here anymore!!! ARGGGG! im off to break hearts.
*psychotic grin*
bwahahahahhahaha!!! |
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| NEVER CLUBBING HULLSIDE AGAIN! |
[Oct. 9th, 2004|02:59 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | confused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Drive Myself Crazy - NSync (it was in the car that drove us) | ] |
so- breanne and i arrived home. with a ride! fortunately unscathed. barely.
we met a texas boy, who was friends with a boy breanne hates, who also drove us home. hahahaha.
ohhh the irony- how it kills me.
all night - drunk as a skunk since we left the abode, all i could think was why??? why the 16 year old girls hitting on unnattractive boys? why the sketchy boys reaching up my shirt? how can you feel NOTHING when someone is shoving their tongue down your throat? are we just this old now? are we just past this whole random hookup shit? i think so... and is neccessarily a bad thing? possibly not says breanne. and i agree.
all i wanted was for one person to show up- breanne too. just that one person that would have made the night all worth it. it didnt happen tho- and now we're sitting here wishing it had- knowing it couldnt- but wishing all the same....
OIY VEY
time to sleep now. and never return to cosmos or le bop, lest we see the sketchy prepubescent boys whose numbers are now tattoed on my arm.
*eeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
ive outgrown this shit, god help me, i have. |
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