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oh me oh my. did you know that this livejournal is two years old today? that's very old for an online journal! congratulations, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) mad_anachronism, you survived and persevered despite my extreme laziness and general lack of anything interesting to say. in honor of your service to me and the community at large, you're getting the shaft.
how could i do this? well, pretty easily, now that you don't need invites to get a new name.
why would i do this? several reasons:
1) you're really fucking old
2) you hold a lot of really bad memories, and, looking over you, you're a pretty pessimistic, angry beast. given that yesterday alone three different people (including a teacher, oh god) implied i'm a haggard old cynic who hates everything, i think now would be a good time for a new start. i'm hoping that a new journal will not only help me to stop being such an asshole, but also that i can try and keep it less whiny and post a lot more art and everything. we all know this is a lie. but now no one can say i didn't try.
3) god, i hate this screenname. i hate it so much.
also, i get the feeling most of the people who read this just find me kind of annoying now. that's understandable. i'm pretty annoying. but, if you don't find me all that irritating, and would even like to continue reading about all my grand adventures, and look at all the "art" i shit out, friend my new journal, gods_x_monsters, and i'll probably friend you back.
unless i hate you. which is a pretty big possibility.
thanks.
xoxo
adrienne
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[12 Dec 2006|11:35pm] |
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i've ingested enough lead for one semester. want to see what i have to show for it?
( not much of a picture shew )
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[04 Dec 2006|04:11pm] |
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so everyone has a lot of papers, and i only have one left (not that i'll be done with finals after that, hahaharight), and i was feeling pretty lucky because it's a research paper, but it's also an art paper and i'm researching tantric buddhism and aizen-myoo, the wisdom king of passion, who looks like this:
now that looks/sounds pretty sexy and exciting, doesn't it?
WRONG.
this is boring as hell! where is the sex? i feel cheated! also i had to draw a picture of the piece i'm talking about and it looked pretty great until i colored it in (a requirement). now it looks shitty. woe!
i promise i won't complain about finals anymore. painting doesn't count because i will complain about that but also take pictures and post them, thereby trumping the whingy factor. i shoulda been a lawyer, look at that logic. today jackie had dan strip down to his underwears and put on his fake wings and look dead so i could take pictures of him to use as a model for my lucifer painting. it was fun, but i'm not posting pictures of that. i just wanted to brag that i can pretty much get boys naked on command.
i want "a johnny cash christmas" because doesn't that just sound like the most badass christmas album ever? yes, yes it does.
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[02 Dec 2006|01:47pm] |
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bike boy came to my quad! usually we only see him on moody street. he is extra sexy in his winter coat and hat. i got drool all over the window. i hope he comes back; i want to catch him and keep him for my very own. i'm thinking about a box and a stick and i get naked in the box and wait.
it will get cold. i might have to postpone it until after christmas, when i have a new coat and some whiskey. a coat, whiksey, and a wii are the top three things on my christmas list. i also asked for sculpy and sushi earrings, but those are less intricate to my plans for catching bike boy.
( details behind the cut! )
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[27 Nov 2006|11:47am] |
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i am a sucker. a SUCKER. but hopefully i will get a new phone and maybe see my baby for all of five minutes before i have to leave tonight. :(
it's snowing. maybe my flight will get cancelled?
( here are those cartoons i was talking about )
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[22 Nov 2006|09:01pm] |
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i just won $200 off a $2 scratch ticket!
who's white trash NOW, huh?
oh, right. still me.
but white trash with $200!
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[20 Nov 2006|07:33pm] |
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i am satisfied in all the right ways. :)
hedgehogs are like the most fun things to draw ever! pierce transit buses continue to run perpetually 10 minutes late. this bothers me more in the winter when i don't have a proper coat. :(
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[17 Nov 2006|08:22am] |
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if anyone does their laundry in the village laundry room, let me know and i'll show you how to do laundry for 6 cents.
i have been up since 7 am. i am pretending i spent that time being productive and not just sitting around wishing i could sleep like a normal person and hadn't drank so much i forgot to take my sleeping pillz. oh, story of my life! tonight we're making a pizza everyone can eat and drinking and probably watching some bad movies. sehr low key, what? let me know if you want to join in! i'd like to see you 'ere i leave.
because yes, tomorrow, OH TOMORROW, i will be making a cross-country booty call! 3000 miles is a very reasonable distance to travel for hot sexxx. oh and also to see your family and friends and everything etc. whatever, i'm just really excited i finally have someone to wear all my great underwear for who can appreciate it in a nonaesthetic, purely sexual sense. all i ever wanted was to be objectified, and now i just might be! dreams really do come true, kids. provided you have extremely depressing dreams.
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[15 Nov 2006|10:11pm] |
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today i went to the mfa and saw a sarcophogus built for a snake mummy. there were other things, too, [like eating pizza on the stalled brown-out t and exploring all the porter square bars at midnight], but i don't think anything will ever top that.
also mike is my hero for reasons i won't mention lest i jinx it all! :X but even if they come true they will not be as great as the snake coffin. sorry.
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[14 Nov 2006|07:34pm] |
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la la la. i made cartoons of me and my suiteys as luchadores to replace the nametag that fell down. but i'm atrocious at taking pictures of artwork, so you will just have to visit my suite to see 'em. or wait until i decide to try again. they're pretty magnificent, just so you know.
in case you forgot, it's pretty cool to tip your waitress. don't think we don't remember what you look like. and don't think i have a problem shitting in your food next time you come and ask for a million drink refills you arrogant little pricks. i'm vegan. i can poop on command, like a trained parrot.
words of the week: magnificent, atrocious. used in a sentence?: "your newfound pooping prowess is magnificent. however, the frequency of how often you bring it up in conversation is atrocious."
alison bechdel's "fun home" is sadly pretty terrible. no matter who you are, you will never be as brilliant as proust, and comparing yourself to him or his characters is just irritating. i'm pretty irritating, but at elast i don't write graphic novels about it.
for my workshop we're supposed to write a less than 300 word "manifesto" (for lack of a better word) that starts with the phrase "I believe...". I will hopefully have time to stop being a jerk and actually write one by thursday, but if not mine shall consist solely of "I believe in nihilism." BECAUSE I THINK I'M PRETTY CLEVER, THAT'S WHY.
if i leave this guacomole out overnight, will it be safe to eat in the morning? i'm renaming my journal "adventures in food poisoning."
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[13 Nov 2006|02:57pm] |
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uh, just wanted to let whoever obviously broke my pallete and put it back, not even leaving a "sorry, i'm a waste of sperm and somehow break things carefully placed out of the way of all the idiots at this school!" note, let alone money to buy a new one, for me...
just wanted to let you know you're a dick and i hope you rot in hell.
speaking of hell, i am painting a 5 foot by 6 foot picture of lucifer after the fall surrounded by demons, and it's pretty sexy. if i do say so myself. and i do. i'm having so much fun making it that i grinned like a madlady for all four hours i worked on it today. i never knew painting could be THAT MUCH fun. my cheeks hurt! [and speaking of which, anyone know the symptoms of carpel tunnel? my hand is crazy and i fear.]
but for now, i have to make some stuffed peppers for lisa and i's weekly candle light dinner. because if boys won't take us out for romantic dinners, then dammit, we'll do it ourselves.
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[07 Nov 2006|09:33am] |
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apparently portland avenue is flooding, and on the news this fat girl with terrible teeth was in her bikini riding down the street on an inner tube. i'm so glad i'm going home in two weeks; i miss tacoma like crazy.
hey! i'm feeling statistical. if y'all would be so kind, could you comment with what kind of old person you'd like to be? like, when you're 80, what do you hope you can do all day? specifically, do a lot of you want to be fat and smoke a lot of pot? i'm just wondering. thanks!
( my dream )
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[06 Nov 2006|10:12pm] |
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today was a crappy day, but it ended well. so, let's do a silly little ( kissing quiz )
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[05 Nov 2006|10:36pm] |
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guess who's going home for thanksgiving?
:D!
things i plan on doing in the ENTIRE WEEK i'll be there:
+watch tv
+gain 10 pounds off my momma's cookin'
+have hot sexxxxx with my boo
+gain another 10 pounds off said boo's cookin'
+drag my brand new 21+ friends to bars
+probably gain yet another 10 pounds off all the liquor we will poison ourselves with
also i'm bringing home the bigger suitcase this time, so rest assured there will be presents upon my return. unless they restrict the weight limit due to my pending obesity.
NOW WHO WANTS TO DRIVE ME TO THE AIRPORT?
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[04 Nov 2006|12:16pm] |
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things i want to do today/tomorrow:
+see a movie!
+make pancakes and hasbrowns
+get drunk and ride my bike to the pet store [i think this is possible]
+go to a bar!
+see the waltham mills artist's association open house.
+maybe see the tempest
if anyone wants to join me in these [especially the last one! it's lots of fun and like a two minute drive away], that'd be awesome. why do i want to do all of this? well...
( don't read this if you currently have a lot of work to do )
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[02 Nov 2006|09:39am] |
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the library isn't cutting it anymore. i need to be locked away in a dark hole with nothing but a 20 year old word-processor that has no features whatsoever other than a typing program. and i need to be chained there and have all food and music and toys and internet taken away so maybe i will ACTUALLY WRITE THIS PAPER I GOT AN EXTENSION ON AND STILL WON'T DO BECAUSE MAKING CARTOONS OF RIDGEWOOD 12 AS LUCHADORES IS MUCH MORE IMPORTANT.
goddamn.
in other news, we got to go to home depot and buy lumber yesterday because we are going to paint a 6x5 foot painting in art. SIX BY FIVE FEET of whatever we want. he suggested mythology and it got me thinking and so i want to do like the fall of lucifer or demons or something. as long as it's creepy and huge i don't care! i'm so excited i almost don't mind the idea that i spent $30 on wood! :P
my zombie costume on halloween was awesome [i will post pictures later] and we watched dawn of the dead and day of the dead and yes it was great. this is hell week in terms of midterms and i passed out when i tried to take a shower last night but there is no time to go to the doctor. i think maybe the fact lisa and i smoked ourselves into another dimension maybe didn't help but seriously i feel like shit.
why is it that the day i decide to dress like a boy is the day i actually run into the elusive, attractive brandesian males? i might not believe in jesus, but he believes in me. and he hates me.
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[28 Oct 2006|01:24am] |
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and on another note, a really funny-in-a-desperate-sort-of-way joke:
q: what do you call an apartment with no food in the cupboards and a sink full of dirty dishes?
a: HELP MY LIFE SUCKS.
[i'm actually not in a bad mood at all; dunno why i'm coming across like that].
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