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| 07:22pm 10/01/2006 |
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mood: smiling big music: sarajevo [live from oct 5|05]. U2.
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eating mac&cheese out of a bowl that says, you're beautiful! you're amazing! you're brilliant! everyone loves you! and on the outside, it says, complimentary cereal bowl. clever. thank you jaswise and bellodo.
missed molface today. and all the fun ornaments she brings with her, either on her neck, ears, or in her hair. a gorgeous uncut universal-religious "christmas" tree, that one. plus, who else am I going to discuss the meaning of the world with?
sparkle is very pretty and giggly. oh, the secrets we cannot hide and cannot tell, said clives, my pal. I adore him. I think I would really marry him if he were not dead. bah. in the name of love, one man in the name of love.
speaking of! katy, chank you poptart for my cd. fabulous gift. I will love it forever. and no one else will get just how splendid it is because how many people go to see the best band on the planet on october 5th and saw that exact concert and had eye-sex with adam (you, not me) and wore the best rock-n-roll coat, courtesy of miss bear, (me, not you). and who got multiple bruises from jumping up and down non-stop and hitting the chairs in front of us in our fancy seats? (both of us, but yours were more impressive) oh, for the love of U2. and you two. and you too. for that matter.
friends. check.
music. check.
life. check.
did I mention I really really love life right now?
oh and Anna is in college. again. loser.
so yes,
life is still lovely.
as are you. |
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| the secret we cannot hide and cannot tell |
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| 06:27pm 07/01/2006 |
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mood: really really happy music: amber. 311.
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I find that the better everything and everyone gets, the more I understand, the more comfortable with life I am, the less I need this thing. there is nothing I feel the urge to rant or rave or vent about. simply, life is lovely and I am feeling jubilant about this wide-eyed infant, Twothousandsix.
cheers to finding beauty, understanding, and absolute happiness in the greys and high definition life we lead.
( we are to be given the morning star. )
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| Written at 12:01 last night (but still applies) |
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| 11:26pm 20/12/2005 |
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mood: YAWP music: where the streets have no name. U2.
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Hi. I'm Maeg. M-A-E-G. And I love life. Welcome.
I'm so fucking happy right now. It's tomorrow and I'm thinking exams are over because I'm done studying. At least til 06. People are being successful and in college. My Mollie is continually being one of the most beautiful, talented, enchanting people I know and I fucking love her for everything that she is and isn't. I love my friends.
( looooooove me. )
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| I sound my barbaric YAWP from the rooftops of the world. Whitman. |
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| 01:39pm 17/12/2005 |
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mood: getting better music: glamour. autumn avenue.
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I just spent three days in front of a fancy tv my dad bought on a whim watching West Wing marathons, Lord of the Rings, and the Dead Poets Society. Other than the strep throat shit, it was a pretty good three days. I don't like how I have to make up my exams when I get back from vacation, but at least I don't have to take them all in two days or have to come in when I'm technically out of school.
Friends all around, seem pretty content. Rosie and Katy J are in college and I am super duper excited for them. Christine has been in college so whatever. And Anna found her SAT forms to fax FINALLY which is good. Mollie has a smiling Buddha in her room. Which is basically as cool as getting to college. No, darling, you seem very smiley. So yay for that!
Dead Poets Society is a really good flick by the way. Individualism. Romanticism. Poetry. Carpe Diem. Artistry. Writing. Amazing teaching. Robin Williams. If you haven't seen it, I strongly suggest --- especially for you Molface.
Speaking of Mols, your gorgeous Dispatch CDs you made for me aren't burning onto my computer for some reason. Sad. We'll have to try again later.
Mmmmm should go study for my exams. Ciao. |
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| take your brown eyes, your pretty smile, your silhouette. guh. |
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| 01:25am 04/12/2005 |
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mood: accomplished music: elaborate lives. adam pascal and heather headley.
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villanova preliminary application. done.
villanova supp. essay. done.
common application. done.
common application essay. done.
emerson application. done. (minus resume)
emerson essay. done.
teacher recommendations. done.
sat scores sent. done.
transcripts. pending.
make sure vallente knows my name isn't megone. pending.
interview with au. awaiting phone call.
school-to-career interview. monday.
I feel so accomplished and happy.
I'm not tired at all.
it may be sick how gleeful I am about this.
many thanks to vanessa for her patience, suggestions, and being honest for hours.
thanks to katy for being my break from it all.
thanks to music for keeping me from feeling lonely while being a hermit in my room.
and thanks to lj for providing me with so many communities in which to inhabit whilst procrasinating.
oh. and I love roger davis. a lot.
and I love my icon and sam seaborn. |
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| time flies. time dies. there's only us. there's only this. forget regret. or life is yours to miss. |
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| 05:56pm 30/11/2005 |
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mood: ready music: one song glory. rent soundtrack.
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mollie inspired me to write. about revelations.
I know why I fell in love with rent. I feel like I gained seven new friends. I know them all, their vices and virtues, and the point of being friends or lovers or both isn't to say I know your virtues and I love you, but to say darling, I know your vices and I still want to be here with you, crazy as it sounds.
and darling, I know your vices and I still want to be here with you, crazy as it sounds.
I fell in love with rent because those friends I gained are inspiring. like mollie. they reminded me about something. they are dirt poor. they have nothing going for them except one thing, and it proves that the beatles were right. all you need is love.
call me naive. call me too optomistic. I don't care.
love. yeah, it's everything. the end all be all. it's cliche, maybe. it might be every fairy tale. but we miss our fairy tales, don't we vanessa? yes. and it might be every stupid chick flick (and I don't miss those). and it is everything we learned in all those boring religion, I mean, theology classes. and it's been rammed into our heads by poems and films and novels and disney cartoons, but maybe that's only because we still don't get it. maybe that's because we can never totally get it.
the cast of rent makes love the center of everything. any love. any kind of love that is true.
college applications.
parents.
arguments.
hurt.
illness.
convention.
paranoia.
worry.
anxiety.
insecurity.
fear.
college essays.
deadlines.
the wrong answer.
the wrong choice.
the wrong body.
the wrong idea.
I'm done for awhile.
vacation please.
I'm all for life in full definiton. waves up and down. the fucking rollercoaster. but I'm stick of making those things my life. I'm sick of measuring my day by how often one of those things twisted my smile. I'm sick of measuring my months by deadlines and how many tests I forgot about and which papers I left at home. I'm done being afraid all the time. I'm done being paranoid about who I might hurt and then ending up, by trying to avoid it, hurting more people and therefore myself.
question: how do you measure a year?
answer: how about love? |
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| you are always my favorite distraction. |
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| 09:27pm 19/11/2005 |
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mood: happy music: all these things I've done. the killers.
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moviemusicbookloveaddict.
battle of the bands was amazing. class artist, the invite, and of course, autumn avenue, made my night. as well as my friends who make my life in general. everyone looked either pretty or rock and roll or both, which made me smile. katy and kendall jazzed me up when I got there. impressive what a belt, a mesh shirt, braids, and a 30 seconds to mars sharpie tattoo will do. speaking of mars, by the way, rosie and brianna give incredible hugs. we've discussed this.
at battle of the bands, I kept thinking of almost famous and it made me want to be a bandaid. a lot. one of those flighty fantasies that are fun for a night. unfortunately, I'm not that adventurous. it goes on the list.
met mike at borders today for a mere 40 minutes. conversations amidst books and the smell of coffee about everything and anything and nothing. plus I got music. dos cds. beaming.
harry potter next. didn't think it was amazing, didn't think it was terrible. more intense than I expected, but the ending was so incredibly anti-climatic and I miss richard harris. so much. he made the movies for me. plus, I'm a kind of bitter harry potter watcher. pissed about sirius. I may never forgive her for that. and the beginning got me too excited because it started off well. oh the naivety.
homework, which I still haven't really done much of. and considering it's 925, I should go do that. ciao darlings.
ps. why do I miss sarah so much
why do I miss you so much. I just saw you all. |
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| "I'm grateful for... my friends" |
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| 11:28am 12/11/2005 |
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mood: grateful music: runaway. mae.
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thank you for not giving up.
thank you for waiting.
thank you for smiling.
thank you for talking.
thank you for promising.
thank you for doing the hard thing.
is it thanksgiving already? |
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| on his face is a map of the world |
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| 05:05pm 07/11/2005 |
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music: from yesterday. 30 seconds to mars.
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oh by the way. I am now a licensed driver.
the doctor finally gave me some medicine for my stomach stuff. it's about time.
30 seconds to mars is now one of my favorite cds. thanks katy j.
I missed lunch today. feel like I haven't seen those ladies in awhile.
and I haven't talked to you in forever.
oh and this only going to get more complicated |
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| pleasantly surprised?? PLEASANTLY? |
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| 04:06pm 02/11/2005 |
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mood: excited. a lot. music: 1000 oceans. tori amos.
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Rory (Alexis Bledel) is pleasantly surprised when her old flame Jess (guest star Milo Ventimiglia) appears at her grandparents' house and reveals an amazing development in his life. Rory agrees to go to dinner with Jess, and when Logan (Matt Czuchry) unexpectedly joins them, an ugly confrontation develops, leaving both Rory and Logan to face the choices they have made.
I adore old flames.
this is so exciting.
it's digusting how excited I am. |
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| love is not a victory march |
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| 08:02pm 25/10/2005 |
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music: hallelujah. jeff buckley.
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when the hour is upon us. and our beauty is surely gone. no, you will not be forgotten. and you will not be alone. no, you will not be alone. and when the day has all but ended. and our echoe starts to fade. no, you will not be alone. and you will not be afraid. no, you will not be afraid. and when the fog has finally lifted. from my cold. and tired brow. no, I will leave you crying. no, I will not let you down. no, I will not let you down. I will not let you down. now comes the night. and the soul underneath. isn't all the remains. so just slide over you. leave your fear in the frame. let us hold to each other. til the end of our days. no, you will not be forgotten. and you will not be alone. no, you will not be alone.
( and if god will send his angels. and if god will send send a sign. I won't give up. if you don't give up. ) |
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