One Hundred and Twenty One

let's

• dance our feet off
• carve pumpkins
• eat candy
• dress up
• do what we want

so i bought the book thief today. that makes your total come to siddhartha, revolutionary road, hughes & plath: a marriage, and change or die. also, maddie and i went to buy three pumpkins and found our way to joseph's house eventually. his family is super hilarious, his room is so him, and his animals are super cute. after carving pumpkins in independence, we came back to mah house to hand out candy and do weird stuff.

: )

One Hundred and Twenty

I'm.beat.

ordinary ovations can wait.

but it was a lovely day.
: )

One Hundred and Nineteen

mao.



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also:

The CD Hoseph burned for me is lovely. Devotchka, was great, really, but this one is

: )
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"Goodnight oh wise one."

One Hundred and Eighteen

"Yeah I know your other one will be given tomorrow, bean."

bean.
bean.
bean.
bean.
bean.

:)

One Hundred and Seventeen

So I realized a few days ago that my title headings are mathematically incorrect. If it really were the "One Hundred and Seventeenth" post it would look like: 100.17 (because we all know the decimal is code for "and") BUT WHO REALLY GIVES A DAMN?

[math sucks]

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Joseph:

Alison:

Jessica:

As you can see, Halloween won't be coordinated this year.

lol.

One Hundred and Sixteen

8:28pm Alison
sorry for not being super interesting
8:30pm Joseph
lol no thats not true
why do you have to be interesting anyways
8:31pm Alison
because clearly i hold a least some part of my self esteem in how i come off to others
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So I bought a book for ONE DOLLAR today!
(I had no idea what it was about, too)

One Hundred and Fifteen

"I've been really bad lately; I'm stealing, drinking, talking my ass off..."

Poor Hoseph.

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But still:

: )

One Hundred and Fourteen

NIGHTMARE.

oh.

my-y-y-y.



:' (

god.

One Hundred and Thirteen

nom. nom. NOM.



this is all your fault.

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on the flip side:

I am impressed, Lilac! You have a great memory.

I love that you can't spell. Too vs To?? My self vs Myself??

...so endearing.

One Hundred and Twelve

I'm rather partial.

fond.

keen.

of you.

over the days and weeks.

One Hundred and Eleven

OK.

"Don't take it lying down no crying now."

ITZ TYME FER SUM ORDINARY OVATIONS!!

• Maddie's coming to KC for Halloween
• Today's THURSDAY= Grey's, Project Runway, Hair Dying?, End of the week for Foundations, etc.
• The rain is making everyone drive the speed limit for once
• All I've been having to do to my hair to make it look good is put a bobby pin up one side, heh
• We get our tests back in Art History
• TRISCUITS!
• I gots mahself a few really interesting secrets; people just tell me stuff
• Lunch date with L & J tomorrow
• We played Chloe's rap song, "I'm Da Shit, Checc Mah Swag" as she walked into class yesterday and she was mortified and we bust up laughing "What up Lil' Mumbles??" X D

yes.

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So today ended in a C+ exam grade, Panera with Robert, and a better Grey's episode than Project Runway (not surprising). Also, JA PAK IS A FRAUD. That's all I'm sayin. Ooo ooo, also, I picked up some new poetic vocab: senryu: a short Japanese poem that is similar to a haiku in structure but treats human beings rather than nature, often in a humorous or satiric way and tanka: a Japanese poem of five lines, the first and third composed of five syllables and the rest of seven.

*WHAT-WHAT!!*

One Hundred and Ten

Who do you hang out with Alison?

Uh. No... One?

What's your family like?

I'm not really a family person. My mom was being a beezy so I moved out and my sister and I barely speak. I guess I'm closest with my dad.

What's your major going to be?

Well I would have done INDA but they're getting rid of it and so I'm planning on sculpture. Michael?

Yes?

Just talking to you makes me depressed.

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howdothesepeoplegettobesodamnawesome?amimissingsomething?shite.
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Oh winter.
You're a petty thief.
Pull the sidewalk.
Out from under me.
Frigid air.
Nipping in the open.
Spaces between layers.
Closing off.
You put us inside.
Our caves.

One Hundred and Nine

"It's the bitch of living with nothing going on."

So today I will hopefully find out how I did on our first Art History Exam.

SHITE, I'M NERVOUS.

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or not... Thursday it is!

BUT!

I was about to leave the bathroom and Fricke walked in and told me that I look just like one of her students she had 10 years ago and that I sit in the exact same seat so everytime she looks up at me she thinks, "Erica? Wait, no no, Alison." Apparently though, Erica was one of her best students, they're actually good friends now, and she got an A so... I guess that's a fantastic association, eh?

: )

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OH. MY. GOD.

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=504674477

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that is my writing TEACHER. wowowowowowow.

One Hundred and Eight

So much for seeing a movie with Adam tonight... I "took a nap" just after getting home and eating and *BAM* I'm out.

A heavy corpse.

blehhhhhh.
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Crit went well enough today that Richard's pulling the rug out. OHP-- it's time for something new; you guys are getting too good at this! X D We'll see, Mattsson, we'll see.

Also, sidenote, I recall my dream pretty vividly from my nap which means I'm not a completely dead soul. I haven't rememebered a dream in the LONGEST TIME.
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Check out Marquis De Sade.
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Those you’ve known
And lost, still walk behind you
All alone
They linger till they find you
Without them
The world grows dark around you
And nothing is the same until you know that they have found you

Those you’ve pained
May carry that still with them
All the same
They whisper: “All forgiven.”
Still your heart says
The shadows bring the starlight
And everything you’ve ever been is still there in the dark night

When the northern wind blows
The sorrows your heart holds
There are those who still know –
They’re still home
We’re still home

Thought you know
You’ve left them far behind
You walk on by yourself, and not with them –
Still you know
They will fill your heart and mind
When they say there’s a way through this

Those you’ve known
And lost, still walk behind you
All alone
Their song still seems to find you
They call you
As if you knew their longing –
They whistle through the lonely wind, the long blue shadows falling
All alone
But still I hear their yearning
Through the dark, the moon, alone there, burning
The stars too
They tell of spring returning –
And summer with another wind that no one yet has known
They call me –
Through all things –
Night’s falling
But somehow I go on
You watch me
Just watch me –
I’m calling
From longing

When the northern wind blows
The sorrows your heart’s known –
I believe…
Still you known
There’s so much more to find –
Another dream, another love you’ll hold
Still you know
To trust your own true mind
On your way – you are not alone
There are those who still know
Now they’ll walk on my arm through the distant night
And I won’t let them stray from my heart
Through the wind, through the dark, through the winter light
I will read all their dreams to the stars
I’ll walk with them now
I’ll call on their names
I’ll see their thoughts are known
Not gone –
Not gone –
They walk with my heart –
I’ll never let them go
I’ll never let them go
I’ll never let them go
You watch me
Just watch me
I’m calling
I’m calling –
And one day all will know

One Hundred and Seven

I think. I understand now.

: / HMMMM.

X D

Poor guys.

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Btw, I looked at my book shelf today. You know what I realized? "OMGOSH-- more than half this damn collection is somehow connected back to your influence."

"I wish I had time to read."

We'll see if I can fix that.

One Hundred and Six

AH-HA! Another reference to purple!

Also.

I've noticed that I go a long time barely breathing and I'll realize it and then take a huge deep breath and it's just like *ohmmmm.*

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I'm starting to have that anxiety I had the last month of high school and especially the night of the last day's countdown. Oh shit oh shit oh SHIT.

SHIT.

i can barely utter the "re---" of the "reality sets in" phrase without choking up. it's tough. i need to reread the little prince.

One Hundred and Five

Keep enjoying life.

Do great things.

Be safe.

Love ya.

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Atlas, take a break

Time for a new vocation

In lighter pursuits

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One Hundred and Four

THANKS,


Atlas, take a break.

One Hundred and Three

So Spring Awakening was pretty mind blowing.



Hellzea. Oh, and this is a *shoutout to Oliver.*

: P

One Hundred and Two

TO-NIGHT.

[with petoria/oliver]

TO-MORROW.

[with sarah]

One Hundred and One

Art history went surprisingly well.

I probably got a high B, but whatever I got, I know I didn't fail, so woot for cramming.

Also, the rest of this week is going to rock.

• Seeing Spring Awakening TWICE-- Wednesday and Thursday
• No Writing Workshop tomorrow so I have tons more free time
• Visiting PHHS (again, I know, sad) on Thursday
• Where the Wild Things Are comes out Friday
• Portfolio Day here at KCAI means seeing everyone on Saturday
• And hopefullyyyyy Emily will be able to stay at my house for the weekend and that means
• ROADTRIP ON SUNDAAYYYYY

(NOW THAT IS SOME ORDINARY OVATION-ING ^^^)

One Hundred

100.

[shite]

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Anyways,
I've taken up two conversational quips:

"Tell me a secret."

&

"I have a story for you."





interested?
you should be.

Ninety-Nine

thx for lying. go f*ck yourself.








and yet, forgiving you makes me feel so much better.
{so empowered.}

sometimes i think i trust you so much that you could tell me the sky was violet and i'd ask how bright? i have way too much faith and optimism it's almost naive. everything that i should take as a legit reason to never contact you again just slips out of my mind and all is good. somehow. it's weird, but i see it as retaining my child-like sensibilities. i don't wanna be a cynic. i can't hate anyone. it just doesn't work. if anything, i feel pity, empathy, and understanding of those who i should "loathe." i feel so different from who i used to be...

Ninety-Eight

I swear to god if you lied to me.

I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.I SWEAR TO GOD.


i stood up for you.

Ninety-Seven

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=[]==]I guess it's some kind of curse.

{being trapped in this age}





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haha my cat did all that weirdness... ^
XD

Ninety-Six

*PROPS TO RACHEL AND ASHLEY!*

[priceless]

Ninety-Five

"You don't care until you care"

"I'm not going to care until they care"

"You only care if there's something in it for you"
(just food for thought)
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I think it's legit to say that purely representational, ie realistic art is not my cup of tea. It's not that I can't DO that, but I think everything in existance has a story, a meaning, a purpose, etc, and to deny the figurative element of something tangible is reductive. UNLESS you're doing such art in the name of technical practice, and in that case, it is completely void of any expression and undermines the piece's artistic nature.

so, THIS:

vs. THIS:


{you go gustav! ^}
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Pterioida

Ebb and flow
Muffled noises of beaten rocks above
Jostling tides of blue
Of the life renewing
And suffocating
Rippling
Sea

Spindly invisible floaters
Caught in your crevice
Working our way in
Your mouth, shell’s lips
Flipping up in the tide’s force
Closing softly
Resting

I burrow into your fleshy tissue
Latching to the inner surface
Close to your core
My biological niche
Brings a burst of nacreous reality
The birth of a pearl
Minute, precious

But the rough sea tortures
Swirling oppressively at the gate
Startled
Shell swinging open
I’m washed into the current again
Away, onto the subsequent mollusk
Further ushering gems to life

Ninety-Four

HUNGER, YOU NEVER CEASE, DO YOU?

*nomnomnomnomnomnomnom*

Also: meet Loni, the love child--

Ninety-Three

Paper?

Practically a *CHECK!*

Adjectives?

*PRINTED*

5 6"x6" square transitions?

NOT YET BUT IT WON'T TAKE ANY TIME!

I got dis, I got it.

Ninety-Two

"If the concept isn't clear it isn't art and if the person attempting that portrayal fails, they cannot call themselves an artist"

[that's the nice way of putting mattsson's little slap-in-my-face allegory]

JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T LIKE IT DOESN'T MAKE IT BAD.

effyou.

Ninety-One

Major props to Alec; these guys-- Clayton & Fulcrom-- ROCK!!

HELLO THERE MR. SAMPSON! <3

Ninety

The Reeling - Passion Pit!

also:

[NOM.NOM.NOM.NOM.NOM.NOM.NOM.]

We got another kitty today. His name is Sampson and he's a 4 year old Snowshoe Siamese. According to his previous fam, he's pretty sociable but he's currently hiding under my dad's bed. We'll see how Dorothy gets along with him.

He wakes up in the morning
Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling
Never changes a thing
The week ends the week begins
She thinks, we look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking
But we never say a thing
These crimes between us grow deeper

Ants Marching - DMB

Eighty-Nine

ya dig?

i dig.








yes SIR!

[go adrianne rich]

Eighty-Eight

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meowwww you SSOB! : )

[also, i'm putting nate on the back burner. there's no reason to focus on something if it's not reciprocated.]

NOW, time for some Grey's, Project Runway, and BAD ASS TOOL BOX DECORATIN'!

: D