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[Oct. 13th, 2005|12:04 am] |
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*names changed to protect privacy
bebe wrote ;
@ 2004-02-21 22:06:00
Current mood: contemplative
Current music: Xtina - beautiful
omg my boyfreind kevin told me about a womans movment that is trying to end womans suffraging. hes so thuoghtfull. neways im trying to make poeple aware of womans suffraging. i think weve suffraged enough and its time to make it stop. plz join me and spread the word - its time TO END WOMANS SUFFRAGING.
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smellme
2004-03-01 09:55 am UTC (link)
aha, that kind of made me, uh, giggle, and I don't know if this is a joke or not because suffrage means the right or privilage of voting. You know, as in the women's suffrage movement. So, um, I'm quite fond of voting and would like to keep my right to vote, so, uhhhh, I won't be joining you in ending women's suffrage. dar.
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(Anonymous)
2004-03-04 13:40 pm UTC (link)
yeah i was reading it and i was wondering whether or not it was a joke... because if it wasnt..either this girl is a fucking moron or is really antifeminist ..
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fat_fatty_
2004-03-30 05:20 am UTC (link)
Having read her journal, I believe that the answer is "She's not very smart." In fact, she's dim enough to think suffrage means suffering. What's scary is that she has a boyfriend that is probably as unintelligent, and even friends that are that dim. What if they have kids? Their progeny will probably eat rocks and beat it's head off of cement bricks because there was a fly on the brick.
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unclefucka
2005-01-29 00:38 am UTC (link)
haha welcome to america |
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[Aug. 12th, 2005|10:04 am] |
| [ | alice is |
| |  dramatically depressed. *SIGH* | ] |
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and hopefull staying alive long enough to go to acting school in NYC.
 | You Are Edward From "Edward Scissorhands."
You are very shy and often misunderstood. Innocent, sweet, and artistic, you like to pass your days by daydreaming and expressing yourself through the arts. You are a truly unique individual. Unfortunately, you are quite lonely, and few people truly understand you. |
Take The Johnny Depp Quiz!
i made it!! clawing my way through six feet of dirt was a little rough but im here. so...tired...
i cant believe i just took that quiz. thats sad. i wasnt expecting to get edward scissorhands, but now that i think about it. im exactly like him!
*skips off to make topiaries* |
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[Mar. 23rd, 2005|12:03 pm] |
| [ | alice is |
| |  sfsdaesgfvdxzfgdth | ] |
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| | alizee: moi lolita | ] |
You represent... insanity.
You're quite a quirky little creature. You're
emotions are varying. You may appear childish
and innocent, but you have a tendency to freak
out. You're incredibly random, but it's good
to be unique. People know you're an odd one,
but you certainly don't mind.
What feeling do you represent?
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this quiz is so cute. yay!
did you know i wrote you a song? its about ramen noodles....
hehe, i love it! |
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[Mar. 21st, 2005|07:56 am] |
Free personality analysis from ColorQuiz.com.
Generated on Mon Mar 21 04:55:46 2005.
Your Existing Situation
Uneasy and insecure in the existing situation. Needs greater security and a more affectionate environment, or a situation imposing less physical strain.
Your Stress Sources
Resilience and tenacity are being overtaxed by the continued attempt to overcome existing difficulties. Sticks to her objectives but feels subjected to intolerable pressure. Considers it impossible to change the situation into one of cooperation and mutual trust and so desires to be free of it altogether.
Your Restrained Characteristics
Willing to participate and to allow herself to become involved, but tries to fend off conflict and disturbance in order to reduce tension.
Insists that her hopes and ideas are realistic, but need reassurance and encouragement. Egocentric and therefore quick to take offense.
peer pressured personality testing.
i didnt want to do it, mom!!!!!!!!!
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Your Desired Objective
Suffering from pent-up overstimulation which threatends to discharge itself in an outburst of impulsive and impassioned behavior.
Your Actual Problem
The tensions induced by trying to cope with conditions which are really beyond her capabilities, or reserves of strength, have led to considerable anxiety and a sense of personal (but unadmitted) inadequacy. Her inability to enforce her will causes her to over-react in stubborn defiance and by assigning to others all the blame for her own failures.
Your Actual Problem #2
Anxiety and a restless dissatisfaction, either with circumstances or with unfulfilled emotional requirements, have produced considerable stress. She reacts by putting this down to a total lack of understanding on the part of others, and by adopting a scornful and defiant attitude. |
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[Mar. 10th, 2005|09:00 pm] |
| [ | alice is |
| |  merrr | ] |
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| | here in my head | ] |
week of silence
starting march 14th
support the Rape Abuse and Incest National Network! |
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[Jan. 24th, 2005|08:48 am] |
| [ | alice is |
| |  contemplative | ] |
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| | yoko kanno "inner universe" | ] |
haven't posted in a while, was sort of spiraling towards agoraphobia and all....
you know how it is. working at a coffee shop now so i can self medicate by mainlining caffiene into my bloodstream. for free! my boyfriend was stuck away in the snowstorm, so ive been alone all weekend. sunday was pretty post apocalyptic. i walked downstairs after a fitful nights sleep only to find that not only could i *see* my breath, but that the other tenants had left the front door unlocked, or ajar, which in turn had sucked open the flimsy door to our livingroom. Seeing as our house was open all night to the storm, the foyer was covered in a thick blanket of snow and ice, from floor to ceiling. luckily the snow only reach a few feet into the livingroom, but i really felt a little miffed.
Then the power went out. It stayed out. I braved the storm in order to rescue Robot Kitty, that flea infested piece of scrap metal. i dont know why i even bother to care about a cybernetic, feral, alien cat being who was created soley and specifically to annoy the living fuck out of me. I should have left him outside. imagine my glee to have found, the next morning, a furry flesh popsicle outside the door, with a blank emotionless stare; its tiny expressionless face frozen in one last whiny, hateful meow. Instead I carried the horrid mammal inside where it proceeded to. a) steal tuna from my sandwitch .b) choke down the tuna without chewing, literally gagging on it right in front of me as im trying to enjoy the ONLY thing that i have to look forward to today besides dinner. c) lick its ass in a furious, loud slurping fashion while i tried to nap. d)get up in my face and meow at me loudly in a hostile fashion for no reason, even after i had filled up its bowl and water, held the door open for 10 seconds so it could go out while snow piled up in the kitchen, and petted it. e) and in thanks, attempting to rip all of my personal belongings to shreds with its claws. Fuck you, kitty. But anyway, I digress!
Instead of having a happy antisocial day of drinking tea and watching mindless fashion shows, i was forced to lay in my bed , which was the only vaguely warm spot, alone, with my own thoughts. I thought i would be quite zen about it but as the day wore on and the house grew darker and colder, taking on a dismal, icy air, i began to feel, to my horror, like i was losing my mind. No stove to make tea or soup, no light to read by, no friendly electronic buzzing of the computer, just me. and beloved kitty.
My mind is like a bad neighborhood where you dont want to walk alone at night, and here i was, stranded there without anything, not even a jacket. alone. in the dark. Forced to squat in a back alley as the hours ticked by, one after the other. i will not freak outi will not freak outi will not freak outi will not freak out. but eventually, when it got so cold that it was all i could do to sit in bed and shiver, i snapped. then i cried so hard that i gave myself a big blood blister right under my left eye. good job.
the power finally came back on, but not until later in the evening. after i called the fire department and told them i was slowly freezing to death. I was so happy i literally ran around the house, screaming like a kid and turning on EVERYTHING. all the lights, the stove, i even used the microwave just for fun. i made soup for dinner, ate too many cookies, took a warm shower and watched Azumanga Daioh and My Neighbor Totoro with a pot of milky chamomile tea, before falling asleep. These things made me happy.
But the sensation that kept irking me was...are we (I) really that dependent on power and electricity? we are so used to it, i guess, but also the artificial light, sounds, of lamps and televisions and computers, simulate life to a certain extent...so they are comforting to us when we are alone. withought them, its just dark and quiet and, well, lonely. Once confronted with the truth of my own existence, just me, the ghost in my shell, I was filled with terror and sadness. But the second the lights came on and the computer chugged and bubbled its way to consciousness, once i was connected to prime time pop culture and the information highway, even if i did not use these things, just the presence of them completely changed my brain waves.
As silly as it seems to feel sorry for people who lived in New England before central heating and CD players, i sort of did. or rather, even though their existence was surely as rich if not richer than ours because they relied on each other for warmth and entertainment, playing instruments for music, cooking instead of nuking, talking instead of tubing, i felt that from a modern perspective it must have been sort of bleak and cold. and frightening. but isnt it more of a natural state to be constantly reminded of who we are, mortality and all? isnt it natural to be really cold, or hungry, or to have no companionship but your own thoughts? how far have we come from our natural state? i dont know but i sure as hell wouldnt want to go back.
anyway i did have time the night before to watch this movie:
um, not much to say. i have a high tolerance for slow moving, artistic films (ie, boring), but this one was unashamedly uninteresting. except for the scenes of 'adam and eve', which were cool, but interspersed throughout the film so you had to either watch the boring parts or FF through them. the only reason i picked it was the visually striking cover. turns out thats the best part of the movie. i did like adam and eve. especially eve. who knew she was such a cutie. i think i want to dye my hair that color.
love, happy, cute, raspberry heaven to you all
ps: if you write a word on your bottle of water, it will change you just a little bit, so be sure to write something nice. water is very sensitive, so be careful. it can heal, but it can also...KILLL!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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[Sep. 16th, 2004|09:52 am] |
| [ | alice is |
| |  paranoid and complicated | ] |
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| | voices carry - til tuesday | ] |
why am i so paranoid? i always feel like people are staring at me, or following me. god, it fucking freaks me out. yesterday i was stuck in traffic and i saw this guy pointing and talking to himself, i automatically hit the lock button on my door...then he started coming toward my car, and i was like 'lock, lock lock' hitting the button, then he walked past my car and started talking to someone in front of me. then last night i woke up in the middle of the night with my heart pounding, i had this horrible nightmare where i was in this huge house upstars and someone was breaking in and a person i was with fired out the window with a rifle, and they shot back and the french windows blew in and i was running and i jumped out the back window onto a landing and it was like a maze and the person had come in and was chasing me with the intent to kill me and i was running and i realized it was my boyfriend. when i woke up i was in a daze and too adrenalized to sleep so trying not to wake david, i stumbled into the open bathroom to pee, when i turned i saw, in the dark, a shape sitting there, on the toilet, completely still. for a nanosecond time froze and then i heard this bloodcurdling scream coming out of my mouth. i mean, i screamed like a little girl, like i havent screamed like that in a really really long time. of course by the time i finished screaming i had realized it was just david going to the bathroom, but i was freaking out and sobbing and crying and i had to sit down and just gasp for air for like 2 minutes. my therapist thinks that i have post traumatic stress things and they are going to try to do some hypnotic therapy or something. i hope it works.
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