Wednesday, February 11, 2004
honestly i have run out of things to say
Aryan. trace my history of crushes. blonde hair and blue eyes. i swear there is no connection to nazis and if so it's merely coincidental. maybe i should stop talking about nazis so much. yeah, probably.
Birds. i enjoy all birds except ostriches, but i do like the idea of an ostrich farm. i'm big into mallards and there need to more bluejays in boston, preferably nesting right outside my window.
Chuck taylors. i swear i started wearing these shoes because i wanted bad ankles and cold feet all year long. it has nothing to do with punk rock or rockin' of any nature.
David Ryan Adams. do i need to explain why he is on my alphabet of Diana list? i guess i will. well, i have his haircut and his guitar has my name on it -- indianapolis motor speedway. and his voice makes me quiver and that was just a lame excuse to use that word. the letter Q is awesome.
Elephant show. Sharon, Lois and Bram made me want to write children's songs and then when i realized that i couldn't play an instrument, i decided i would write children's stories. plus, there is an elephant and that's just great.
Fig newtons. there is nothing like a cake in the form of a cookie. confusing people since the beginning of figs.
Guinea pigs. i used to torment the guinea pigs in the kindergarten room by touching their bottoms and watching them race across the aquarium squeaking. i thought it was the cutest thing. then i got my own guinea pig and would spend hours trying to teach it to sit upright in a chair so i could stare at his plump belly. i really want a guinea pig again.
Hot dogs. i remember when i used to wear my vegetarian pin on my lapel and order hot dogs from the truck on the corner of boylston and arlington street and not think twice about it. i'm not sure what is in a hot dog but they are sure tasty.
Ice hockey. i almost went to a boarding school in Toronto where i would have been immersed in the art of hockeying and probably would have returned to America with the ability to add "Eh?" to everything. sometimes i think i should have followed through with this plan.
Jamaican rum ice cream. as a child, everytime i went to white mountain creamery, i would end up with this treat. my mom hated rum but i loved the taste. i can't get it anymore, but rum raisin is just as good in my opinion.
Kawaii. this is the japanese word for cute and i used it to be annoying and because i used the J for my favorite ice cream instead of for japanese. yup.
Laundromats. this reminds me of my home in pennsylvania and of broken washing machines and spending hours at the laundromat pushing my sister in those laundry carts up and down the tiled floors.
Mix tapes. people can say what they want about mix cds but my heart still belongs to the casette of the past.
Night. the stars and the moon (that really does not resemble a Shell sign at all). i like constellations too. even though i only know two of them.
Only Fools and Horses...this is the best british comedy i have ever seen. it's about these two brothers and their grandfather that peddle stolen goods and the adventures and misadventues along the way. plus, they have cockney accents and well, nicholas lyndhurst. if you don't understand why i like him, please refer to letter A again.
Poodles. i asked for a poodle every year for christmas till i was eight years old. i just knew that santa was never going to deliver. asking for a poodle was like asking for a red ryder bb gun. and yes, i do talk about that gun a lot. i mean i am living in texas afterall. although, i never did end up with a poodle, just a silly mut named eddie.
Quill. i love that scratchy sound they make on top of yellowed home-made paper. my mom has one that sits in a plastic pencil cup that looks like a pair of jeans.
Rock:30. cause it's always rock:30 in my mind.
Smashing Pumpkins. two words: billy corgan. three more: is a genius.
Tacos. this was the one food that made it tough for me to become a vegetarian. i can't deny a good taco. i miss you taco. I SALUTE YOUR BEEFY GOODNESS.
Uncle Jim. this was my favorite uncle. he had long hair and sometimes he would use his knees to drive because he was that tall. well, i mean it was a japanese car. once, he swerved the car to avoid hitting a caterpillar on the highway. we didn't even see it, so he backed up the car to show us and sure enough there was a fuzzy green caterpillar inching across the road.
Vespa. dear minty green vespa on boylston street, please be mine. i'm going to move to italy and drive them all day long. zoom zoom zoom.
Weetzie Bat. this book changed my life. she taught me how to be a slinkster rocker chick and understand the "love channel."
Xerox. one day, i will xerox copies of that haiku zine and i'll send copies to all my friends but until that day comes it's just a neat word.
Yoohoo. the drink of champions.
Zebra-striped couch. i have always wanted one in the middle of my living room. seriously, who would not?
i give credit where credit is due, but i figure not till the end because i'm a bastard.
¶ 10:55 PM
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Aryan. trace my history of crushes. blonde hair and blue eyes. i swear there is no connection to nazis and if so it's merely coincidental. maybe i should stop talking about nazis so much. yeah, probably.
Birds. i enjoy all birds except ostriches, but i do like the idea of an ostrich farm. i'm big into mallards and there need to more bluejays in boston, preferably nesting right outside my window.
Chuck taylors. i swear i started wearing these shoes because i wanted bad ankles and cold feet all year long. it has nothing to do with punk rock or rockin' of any nature.
David Ryan Adams. do i need to explain why he is on my alphabet of Diana list? i guess i will. well, i have his haircut and his guitar has my name on it -- indianapolis motor speedway. and his voice makes me quiver and that was just a lame excuse to use that word. the letter Q is awesome.
Elephant show. Sharon, Lois and Bram made me want to write children's songs and then when i realized that i couldn't play an instrument, i decided i would write children's stories. plus, there is an elephant and that's just great.
Fig newtons. there is nothing like a cake in the form of a cookie. confusing people since the beginning of figs.
Guinea pigs. i used to torment the guinea pigs in the kindergarten room by touching their bottoms and watching them race across the aquarium squeaking. i thought it was the cutest thing. then i got my own guinea pig and would spend hours trying to teach it to sit upright in a chair so i could stare at his plump belly. i really want a guinea pig again.
Hot dogs. i remember when i used to wear my vegetarian pin on my lapel and order hot dogs from the truck on the corner of boylston and arlington street and not think twice about it. i'm not sure what is in a hot dog but they are sure tasty.
Ice hockey. i almost went to a boarding school in Toronto where i would have been immersed in the art of hockeying and probably would have returned to America with the ability to add "Eh?" to everything. sometimes i think i should have followed through with this plan.
Jamaican rum ice cream. as a child, everytime i went to white mountain creamery, i would end up with this treat. my mom hated rum but i loved the taste. i can't get it anymore, but rum raisin is just as good in my opinion.
Kawaii. this is the japanese word for cute and i used it to be annoying and because i used the J for my favorite ice cream instead of for japanese. yup.
Laundromats. this reminds me of my home in pennsylvania and of broken washing machines and spending hours at the laundromat pushing my sister in those laundry carts up and down the tiled floors.
Mix tapes. people can say what they want about mix cds but my heart still belongs to the casette of the past.
Night. the stars and the moon (that really does not resemble a Shell sign at all). i like constellations too. even though i only know two of them.
Only Fools and Horses...this is the best british comedy i have ever seen. it's about these two brothers and their grandfather that peddle stolen goods and the adventures and misadventues along the way. plus, they have cockney accents and well, nicholas lyndhurst. if you don't understand why i like him, please refer to letter A again.
Poodles. i asked for a poodle every year for christmas till i was eight years old. i just knew that santa was never going to deliver. asking for a poodle was like asking for a red ryder bb gun. and yes, i do talk about that gun a lot. i mean i am living in texas afterall. although, i never did end up with a poodle, just a silly mut named eddie.
Quill. i love that scratchy sound they make on top of yellowed home-made paper. my mom has one that sits in a plastic pencil cup that looks like a pair of jeans.
Rock:30. cause it's always rock:30 in my mind.
Smashing Pumpkins. two words: billy corgan. three more: is a genius.
Tacos. this was the one food that made it tough for me to become a vegetarian. i can't deny a good taco. i miss you taco. I SALUTE YOUR BEEFY GOODNESS.
Uncle Jim. this was my favorite uncle. he had long hair and sometimes he would use his knees to drive because he was that tall. well, i mean it was a japanese car. once, he swerved the car to avoid hitting a caterpillar on the highway. we didn't even see it, so he backed up the car to show us and sure enough there was a fuzzy green caterpillar inching across the road.
Vespa. dear minty green vespa on boylston street, please be mine. i'm going to move to italy and drive them all day long. zoom zoom zoom.
Weetzie Bat. this book changed my life. she taught me how to be a slinkster rocker chick and understand the "love channel."
Xerox. one day, i will xerox copies of that haiku zine and i'll send copies to all my friends but until that day comes it's just a neat word.
Yoohoo. the drink of champions.
Zebra-striped couch. i have always wanted one in the middle of my living room. seriously, who would not?
i give credit where credit is due, but i figure not till the end because i'm a bastard.
¶ 10:55 PM
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