Posts published during September, 2001
Uhm perfect evening. There’s a crisp breeze in the air and the dark drapes of night have masked the campus in its folds. I’ve got Melancholy and the Infinite Sadness playing – dusk to dawn of course – and I’m so inspired by thirty three. I once heard billy corgan say he wrote thirty three at this idyllic time when he had just been married, and was getting all famous from siamese dream. i feel like my life is that perfect right now.
One of the most beautiful things i have ever read were written in the liner notes of adore, the pumpkins last great album. i will share it here
17 seconds
17 seconds of compassion
17 seconds of peace
17 seconds to remember love is the energy behind which all is created
17 seconds to remember all that is good
17 seconds to forget all your hurt and pain
17 seconds of faith
17 seconds to trust you again
17 seconds of radiance
17 seconds to send a prayer up
17 seconds is all you really need
I miss you pumpkins
so again, i’m avoiding homework to blog (is there a pattern developing here?) anyway, so i guess my aura is orange, which means ” mental stability and clear thinking. Psychologists and philosophers often have this aura… ” see i’m not crazy! So, i’m feeling very smart. Just how did I determine the color of my aura? Well I used my cinderblock walls as a backdrop, took off my glasses, noticed i had brown eye pencil smeared from my eyeball to nose, did a quick inventory of everyone i had seen since applying said eye pencil and decided the only person i cared about who may have noticed was Glade ~ and Glade has seen me in the morning which is twenty times more horrible than the pencil incident, (think big hair, crustiness and drool), concluded i was okay. then, remembered i was supposed to be inspecting my aura.
so i can’t see as well without my glasses anyway, so was half – way to the recommended blurrying. Some good rock song was playing, so i started to sing a long, quickly refocused my eyes and realized my door is wide open. But then I dont care who sees me looking at my aura, it’s not like i was doing something dirty like watching internet porn. Anyway, i eventually blurred again, and i think i had a orange aura.
That is okay, but i was rather hoping for red, as red is my absolute favorite color in the world. but then i read the definition for red, and thought it sounded a little racy: “Red represents sexuality. It’s highly charged and suggests strong emotions and passions…” I mean, I am passionate about dawsons creek and, as an extension of that i’m a big fan of dc fan fiction oh and dont be me started on pacey porn … oh lord where am I?
Well my love for dawsons is not sexual in nature. that is the point.
Shout out to smug ellie for her admin work and to Angel Face – the greatest boyfriend ever – for the gummy bears
I can’t blog tonight, because I haven’t done my homework. And i can’t say that blogging is okay when there is a stupid proposal to write.
UGH! am blogging anyway.
stop the madness.
SORM says it’s okay to blog, because “it’s a good tool for procrastination”,
that may be true, but i have no intent to do my homework, so blogging is simply, the devil.
and i’m pissed at myself, because i want to not do my homework, and feel like its okay.
oh well, time to take a shower, and then dance naked in my room.
I saw the funniest thing today. I was listening to that great song, Hit Em Up Style, while browsing for birthday e card. I found the cutest dancing monkey at bluemountain. So i’m watching this cute little monkey and singing a long to hit em up style. i realize, to my delight, that monkey pants is dancing in rhythm to h.e.u.s. and i’m mesmerized. I mean, i can’t take my eyes off the thing. The song ends and I repeat it. I play some other tunes: alien antfarm’s smooth criminal, ludicris’s i got hoes, the weez’s island in the sun and amazingly mr monkey is always dancing perfectly in sinc! This blows my mind. Then Marilyn Manson’s cover of sweet dreams oozes from my speakers and i’m frightened, because i get an image of m.m. in that leather thong he used to perform in. then i’m even more disturbed, because dancing monkey looks really happy as he bounces along to marilyn’s creepy drawl.
and now some words from my dad, ernst alfonse horn, or “serial killer dad” as he has been lovingly nicknamed by friends: (because he periodically grows an evil goatee)
I sit, my two half – grown clones
one on each side
bundles of joy in my lap
this haiku is about me and my brother nicky (refer to smug marrieds, who wants to be one post) and i’m very flattered that someone has written poetry about me. dad shared this with me in an email after the WTC fell. i’m glad my family is safe in alaska.
my rockstar boyfriend is kurt cobain. darn it! I was hoping for robert smith of the cure he’s so hot with lipstick
highly doubtful. i think i am at the height of smugness. undeniably smug. SICKENINGLY smug. and here’s why. yesterday as i conversed with the love of my life, affectionately known as “wills,” he mentioned that his mailbox had not been checked in quite some time. he then (sneaky fellow) asked me how often i checked my own mailbox. thinking this was a slightly bizarre question, i said that like most normal people, i check it everyday. damn bills constantly pouring in, you see. if i was a literary genius (i am not) i would have realized immediately that this was obviously foreshadowing of sorts. ho HO! short hours later a small package arrived for me–courtesy of wills. enclosed was the chronic 2001 CD. i was floored, as i had mentioned a grand total of ONCE in the past that i liked that particular CD. admittedly, i do not have the outward appearance of being a huge rap fan. however, i rather enjoy it. upon further inspection of the package, i discovered an accompanying letter. this was no ordinary “hi, how are ya?” type of letter. no no. this was an exceptionally long handwritten LOVE letter. more beautiful words were never written (is true) and NO, you may not read it. is all mine. i will continue to read it nearly to pieces and be incredibly smug about it.
britain’s wills has nothing on mine…
so what to write about? well lets talk about marriage.
So my good friend Chris Kelly, from here on known as Son of Richard Marx (because he bears uncanny resemblance to the 80’s pop icon) came over with “the most perfectly popped bag” (tm Jeremy) of orville redenbachers ever and listened to me whine about how sick i am and about how i always throw up. good times.
anyway, we briefly discussed marriage, because son of marx thinks he will be married at the age of 25. son of richard marx and has not met his future wifey at this point. wifey! ha! that word kills me, cause it’s so child – like. there is this song from o-town Yes i love them… they have this song, the sexiest woman alive, and they’re like singing this really romantic song and their like “i’m about to make you my wiiifey – my wifey!” and it’s total cheese. oh well, they are cute.
anyway, marriage. i’m totally weirded out by the prospect. i think i would like to be married some day, but certainly not today! i have decided i’m looking forward to the engagement, because other woman shriek and hold their palms to their mouth when you mention the term “engagement”. imagine if i was using “engagement” in reference to my own engagement! and what about the ring? i’m holding out for a tiffany, but we’ll see. in all honesty, if did the proposal right, the ring could be made of playdough and i’d swoon.
my brother nicky got married at 22 – hey i’m 22 in a few months. oh wait, me and smug ellie have decided we are 21 from now on – scratch the earlier comment. now, if i were going to ever age past my current 21 years, i may be the same age as nicky when he got married. woo.
shout outs: thank you son of marx for the popcorn, smug ellie for allowing me to post on her blog, and to my favorite shut in i hope you rocked your show this weekend tommyboy
This is just a trial. I’m a technical writing minor at Virginia Tech (wish i knew how to make links!) In order to write, and satisfy my egotistical need to share my sunshine, I have decided to start this junx. More fun stuff to come!
I’ve got high hopes for this page. I’ve been conceptualizing it for a long time.
Here are a few things you’ll experience on this page: periodic rants from the cheesy harlequin romance novelist, ellie pants; what’s spinning in my CD player; my addiction to Pacey Porn; posting of my favorite written works; ASS: get some; to free or not to free: the life of a freebie fanatic.
Until next we meet angels………..
