Spin: Blur - Blur
PJ Harvey- Is This Desire?
Nirvana - Unplugged in NY
Sigur Ros - Agaetis Byrjun
The Strokes - Is This It
Tori Amos - Strange Little Girls
Dress & Obsess: Fab Moretti & his Nice Ass
Scouring ebay
Roadtrips; roadtrip mixtapes
Late nite AIM sessions
Andy Warhol; photocopiers [cheat!]
Ginger Ale
i dont need their fuckin shit music: my generation - patti smith
yes. fromage 2001 airs tonite. methinks that alex should be calling me soon, hopefully so we can do something. she seems to be very excited about the wonder of her new dvd player. geez. i didnt think it was that great. in fact, im relieved that we got a vcr for xmas this year, because i was lost without one. vhs tapes are so nice & rugged. dvds are pristine and can not be flawed. eep. although the features are tres cool. i wish we could go out somewhere tonite; oh but where would we go. esp. because the roads are slippery wtih snow and ice.
i watched inventing the abbotts last nite. god i love that movie. cher's heart overloads for joaquin phoenix. but i liked the asshole brother. thats not terribly surprising though. Thursday, December 27, 2001 ; 06:02 p.m.
no substitute for a healthy smile music: hard to explain - the strokes (peel sessions)
Can you believe. Another snow-day. This is killing me. I have one fucking exam left to write: Law. And it just keeps kickin' around, getting pushed closer and closer to Christmas. At this point, my law notes have been compressed into one big puddle of murk, and I can't comprehend up from down. Common from Statute.
French Kiss plays good music in French. Better than English stuff for the most part, ehh? Okay I jumped the gun on that one, but you know what I mean.
I have to shower now. I still want to go on a road-trip with Alex, et al, but is that happening? Did Alex flee to Halifax without us? What is happening. And why can't I get a fucking NME magazine around here when something important (Stroke-ish) happens. ARG. Wednesday, December 19, 2001 ; 12:41 p.m.
pull me out of the lake music: lucky - radiohead
Hmm. So here's the layout. Pictures c/o Alternative Press. Whatever. I tried to look at Law Notes; even had my father ask me questions. But so boring, so heavy when Christmas is right around the corner. Dressed to flush with sweaters and wool socks. Tomorrow driving to Mahone Bay with Alex & others in her grooving car with mixtapes, etc. with the ambition of finding something to give my dad, and eating a reasonable meal or something. (Hopefully no Olive Oil).
Can't wait to find time to work on my art assignment. I normally wouldn't have chosen Warhol because I didn't want to do a soup can, but I really like the lithographs. I'll try to cheat the effect with photocopiers. You'll see. Enough Frasier-watching for one nite. Tuesday, December 18, 2001 ; 10:13 p.m.
pools of sorrow waves of joy music: across the universe - rufus wainwright, et al
Mission: to complete a new layout for Clerk. I like pitas, so I'm not abandoning this just because livejournal is being less bitchy. I will do graphics and spend approx. one hour tonite on Law Notes. I studied all day yesterday, so whatever. Most of it is common knowledge anyway. Until then, my weeping willows. Tuesday, December 18, 2001 ; 05:59 p.m.
how often can you say that you have this conversation?
crypticdaze: i wanted to be a penguin.
sojdric: hehe. you're bubbly.
sojdric: but i said i was scared of pubic hair in sinks.
sojdric: gak
crypticdaze: i did, too.
sojdric: oh. good.
sojdric: because it is scary
sojdric: not to mention gross.
Sunday, December 16, 2001 ; 09:21 p.m.
the crowd becomes your burden music: i know - fiona apple
I don't know what to do. I'm in a strange place, y'know. Bottom is top, day is nite, friends are enemies and and flesh is bad. It's only a matter of months now until the big step into life. Finally, huh. Away with the strings that hold me like a puppet before the people I play for. Not a bad gig, but for so long. The strings don't feel like support anymore. They feel noose-like and I'm gonna turn blue.
I wrote that English AP thing this morning, which was a joke. All prose/poetry comprehension. Took two hours. Then I came home, had cappucino and made New Batteries, which requires a fast connection (right Robin?) and eyeballs which focus quickly. Now I'm watching little Jay Ferguson of Sloan hosting the Wedge. This Charming Man - The Smiths. I bought my brother Nirvana's In Utero for his birthday, which is the 19th. But he's having his party tomorrow so I guess I'll give it to him then. And I do have plenty to do tomorrow. Maybe I should get offline. I feel too much and I don't want to talk. And my cat is biting my feet. Friday, December 14, 2001 ; 11:48 p.m.
i feel the light when you tell me it's ok music: is this it - the strokes
Watching a documentary on John&Yoko and feeling sad. I'm going to have a bed-in. Who wants to join me? "I think that if Hitler and Chruchill got in bed together, a lot of people would be alive today" - John Lennon. Hm. Some prick is in their hotel room, wreaking havoc at a peace protest, eh buddy? Also: Jamie & I are in a club which we have founded. It's called "Raccoon Eyes" and our motto is: Rocking with the Junkies. This is because we are both told that we look like we're dead and we get no sleep. Good times.
crypticdaze: i still haven't found amanda.. sooo lost...
crypticdaze: ;P
sojdric: [cracks up]
crypticdaze: wait... is that her out there??
sojdric: oh fabrizio
crypticdaze: *pounce*
sojdric: i love you so
sojdric: OH. what i would give for those jeans.
crypticdaze: with the hole in the back pocket... mwah.
sojdric: ...on my floor
Dear Meredith. Sorry I'm so mean to you. I'm trying to be nicer and better and stuff. I make it hard to be friends with me, I know. I'm sorry. Thank you for the Fiona Apple CD. My parents told me not to cry. And I said that was the last time I'd make an Amazon Wishlist because I feel too guilty when people buy me stuff. I love you. Okay bye. Thursday, December 13, 2001 ; 11:14 p.m.
wipe my hands on the grass music: i'm just a killer for your love - blur
Okay. So. My brother's extreme annoyance has crossed over into the range of I Am Out to Ruin your Life, Amanda. And who can compete with that? Wrote one exam - Global History. Good one. Proud of the essays, but the scantron was fucked. Anyway. I'm leaving for Halifax soon. Christmas shopping with dad. I've subsisted on a disgusting amount of diet coke and a bran muffin. Then. Tonite will be another late one, and tomorrow morning will be the English AP exam (which everyone assures me that you can not study for. Phew). A weekends worth of mixtape making and stamping envelopes, and mailing things. Studying, too for Law which hits Tuesday. I'm so tired and weak now. See you. Thursday, December 13, 2001 ; 03:45 p.m.
missile crisis music: a perfect day - lou reed
When I fall in love with someone [gush] hee. I said to Alex that one of the requirements will be that he love this song. Because I do. So there. [titter].
Just a perfect day
drink sangria in the park
And then later when it gets dark
we go home
Just a perfect day
feed animals in the zoo
Then later a movie too
and then home
Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
you just keep me hanging on
Just a perfect day
problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
it's such fun
Just a perfect day
you made me forget myself
I thought I was someone else
someone good
Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
you just keep me hanging on
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
Global History study notes tonite. All about the Atomic bomb and Berlin and Cuba. Yay communists! Anyway. Please give me a wave. I'm feeling rather dull and small.
Wednesday, December 12, 2001 ; 02:52 p.m.
and nick's a capricorn. music: nothing
We just spent 10+ minutes discussing every possible implication of this picture.
fab is a gemini ! i can sleep at nite ! music: that 70's show
"Have I got time to run to my tailor's? I need to pick up my alterations."
"Sure," sighs Ryan Gentles, tugging on Albert's trousers. "But be quick you have a photo shoot in half an hour. "
"Don't touch,' says Albert. "My clothes are vintage and delicate. I fart and blow a hole in my pants."
okay jamie and i are going absolutely berserk with useless strokes knowledge. we dont even have normal coneversations. just beeps and buzzes and drools. and thats all. just thought you'd like to know.
Tuesday, December 11, 2001 ; 11:52 p.m.
the modern age music: good fortune - pj harvey
I can't help but listening to Is This It and Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea intertwined together on repeat. I think it must be a) the countless Velvet Underground comparisons and b) the countless Patti Smith comparisons. Whatever it is, it's good for my brain and my vision. Know how? This is how. Says Joce. That's a product of my mischief. Anyway. Just thought I'd say. If you have those two albums, step back from the edge. Tuesday, December 11, 2001 ; 08:49 p.m.
feel life meet my eyes music: beautiful feeling - pj harvey
I didn't get as many English re-writes finished tonite as I originally had planned. But I did make a dent. So I can go to bed not feeling so so sick to my stomach. Exams are rushing toward me and I'm like, running away. But it's kind of like that conveyor belt dream sequence with the big circle saw at the end. Running doesn't really help. Huh. Anyway, I only really have two exams. The third doesn't require studying (AP English) because it's just comprehension.. uh.. Yeah. Global History on Thursday, AP English on Friday and Law on Tuesday. And then, a whole week to myself before Christmas. If I don't make a list, I won't complete everything that needs to be done while I'm on that break. Mainly, finish shopping and put some motherfucking envelopes in the mail. That is my worst dilemna. Postage.
Today was tough. I fell asleep around supper time, and missed that. I ended up have toast. Then I went for a walk with my mother and realized that my winter coat from last year is ridiculously huge. I'll probably need a new one soon. Then I forced myself to re-write some English assignments (everyone in Penny's class has the opportunity to make %100, with a matter of rewrites. I don't have many. Just any papers which I had more than 1/2 a point knocked off.) Anyway. I finished two. I have until Wednesday. The next time I write an entry in here, I'll be frantically in peril. Faith my friend. You say the strangest things. Monday, December 10, 2001 ; 10:15 p.m.
If anyone happens to stumble across an extra issue of that Q Magazine, please send it my way? Bridgewater doesn't carry such delicacies. Snort. Monday, December 10, 2001 ; 03:35 p.m.
taste everything music: sleepless in seattle
At the request of Robin, I've tried to accomplish the painstaking task of listing my ten favourite PJ Harvey songs. This list is in no way complete, or written in stone.
01. Horses in My Dreams
02. Urn With Dead Flowers in a Drained Pool
03. Happy and Bleeding
04. The Sky Lit Up
05. Sheela-Na-Gig
06. That Was My Veil
07. Man-size
08. My Beautiful Leah
09. Beautiful Feeling
10. Send His Love to Me
Huh. Well that list surprised me. Horses in my Dreams taking the number one position. Excellent. That is a list of very good very relevant songs.
The play went reasonably well. We sped through it, but didn't miss lines. Everyone said that I was good at being crazy. My parents said I scared them. Hee. It was fun I guess. I really don't want to go to school tomorrow, though - Mr. Penny saw the play. Ekk. It snowed today, so maybe there will be a massive storm tonite and we'll all get planted in our homes. I could live with that. Sunday, December 9, 2001 ; 09:06 p.m.
through water and fire music: horses in my dreams - pj harvey
This is way up there in my Top 10 favorite Polly songs. I love it so. I have pulled myself clear.
Anyway. I'm trying to steer myself away from the computer. Associate with other appliances in my home which may feel second best in my life. Certainly not my stereo, which never turns off (I still don't know how to turn it off without unplugging it. Pressing "Off" doesn't work. A crazy demo thing with flashing lights plays tricks with my retinas every hour of every day). But things like televisions. And obviously, washing machines, dryers and ovens - none of which are familiar territory. I'm thinking that I should probably domesticate [sp?] myself before next year rolls around. Ek. Or perhaps this is a mischeivious plot which I have devised to distract my brain totally away from my immediate problems:
- tomorrow nite is the play. I am peeing myself with nervousness. - Exams start Thursday. While I only have three to write, I am constantly being reminded that these are the most important exams of my highschool career. Don't screw these up, Amanda. - Christmas is like, really close. I have no money (a subtopic: unemployment), and lots of people to buy for. If you're thinking well Amanda says she loves me, and I wonder if I'll get something nice from her for Christmas...? chances are, you won't. Sorry. - And then there's my decaying atmosphere which can sit nicely on the backburner.
I really should be going. Tonite I planned on starting/finishing a landscape painting (which must be done on 16x20, and not 12x16 which I have more sheets of... So I'm chickening out and doing it in acrylics, not oils. Whatever.) Oh right. I also forgot to showyouthese. Second two are oils. And with that I must retire for the evening as so I can put a dent in this hideous landscape.
(rip john lennon) Saturday, December 8, 2001 ; 11:53 p.m.
here is his army music: born slippy - underworld
Saturday, December 8, 2001 ; 05:56 p.m.
shop-lifted as a child music: horses in my dreams - pj harvey
My head is going to explode. In a matter of 6.24 seconds there will be tiny bits of Amanda's Brain Compound [Inc.] splattered all over your computer screen. For that, I apologize in advance. However, if you knew the pain of this headache, maybe you'd understand. I just got home from a dance. Dances at BHS are good for many things, but sadly "fun" just isn't one of those things. They do provide me with insight into the world of my classmates, though, reaffirming my strong beliefs: I go to school with scum. Okay. Perhaps that was a little harsh. Let me rephrase. I go to school with a lot of scum and a few nice people. [ie: there's this kid named Oliver from England who is in 7th grade, and a brother to Theo & some girl in 10th grade. Anyway, he's a bit of a trouble maker. He swears, fights, smokes, yak yak yak. People make up ridiculous stories; like he tried to kill someone with a knife, etc. Naturally, my friends and I adore Oliver. So Cherakee & I were taking a break from the lack of good music and sitting in the hallways by the boys washroom, talking to Oliver while he tried to vandalise some lockers. Along come some annonymous "Thugs" and say stuff like, "That kid's fucking crazy. Speak English next time, faggot." Oliver swears back and defends himself like a proper Brit should. Cher & I laugh. The "Thugs" go to the bathroom. They were obviously trying to impress us with their macho image and big dicks. Huh. It is lost on us. A moment later they reappear and it continues. My cue. I laugh. "You guys are fucking pricks." I give them the finger and wave suggestively. Cher shakes her fist or something. We all laugh until our sides bleed as they turn the corner.]
1. "Speak English next time, faggot" - My eyeballs are going to fall out at the idiocy of this remark. THE KID IS FROM ENGLAND. If anyone doesn't speak English, it's NOT him - it's us! We are fluent only in Hickish.
2. The aforementioned "Thugs" are in 12th grade [how that happened, I'll never know].
3. Do not try to impress anyone with your apparent bastard-ness. Especially me. Because you are a sloppy bastard who gets drunk and high for HIGHSCHOOL dances and if no one informed you, that is LAME.
Anyway.. aside from that, it's been ok. Long day though. School, play practice until 5pm, dance. When I finally did get home to have a quick dinner, my eyeballs teared up. Waiting for me in a brown envelope was a copy of PJ Harvey's "This Is Love" on a 45. I don't deserve such nice things. But thank you (also hers) so much. Karma Police arrest this girl. She's more worthy than most of us.
And now. I will leave the computer with hopes of retiring for the night. Although that is doubtful. Always I find something to be distracted by. Because I know without looking that the Wedge will be on very very soon and if I turn it on, I won't turn it off. Sigh. I need some aspirin. Friday, December 7, 2001 ; 11:29 p.m.
a hot cup of tea cannot remedy music: mistakes and regrets - ...trail of dead
It's been a long day. And it started last nite. Because I went to sleep with Basil at the end of my bed and through the nite he kept waking me up, stepping on my face, etc. Finally at around 6am I put him outside my door and went back to sleep. Then I had a fucked up dream about finding my father dead under a car because of the exhaust pipe which he was trying to repair, after we had just been in New york and I spent everything we had on clothes from the Gap (?). And in my dream I was crying (because in reality I am scared of my dad dying. Very scared.) and then I drifted into consciousness and realized that I really was crying. Not just a little bit, but hysterical tears. Crying at 7am. That's a record even for me!. After that I was shakey all day. It really messed my head up. Anyway. School was a blur. My parents are in Halifax now (Christmas shopping) so I'm at home with Andrew. I was supposed to go to a Parkview dance tonite, but they needed me to babysit and they promised to pay really well. I didn't want to go anyway. You know how it is. Thursday, December 6, 2001 ; 05:52 p.m.
sneaker pimpin' with jamie music: dishwasher. hm.
sojdric: oh, the other day when you just HAPPENED to be TALKING to fab moretti. you know how it is. yup yup.
MMs1411: hey now. it wasn't like i planned it or anything. ;P
sojdric: you sneaky sneak.
sojdric: you SNEAKER!
MMs1411: hehe. sneaker. that's me!
sojdric: undoubtably.
sojdric: oh man. i want a nickname toooo
MMs1411: i'm sneaker now?
sojdric: well i wont CALL you sneaker. i mean. i'm not THAT lame. but still.......... 'professional sex-slave of fabrizio moretti' has a nice ring to it...?
MMs1411: hahaha
MMs1411: oh yes
MMs1411: perfect
sojdric: i'll have it embroidered on a pillow.
MMs1411: hehe
sojdric: :)
MMs1411: i would just get something simple like "dammit julian you are sexy" embroidered on a pillow. or i can make a t-shirt.
sojdric: really! i will make you that t-shirt.
sojdric: and i'll make my aforementioned one.
sojdric: [dies]
MMs1411: or it could say "i'll meet you in the bathroom!"
MMs1411: hehehe
sojdric: i'll go into business.
MMs1411: we'll be the most popular ones when we go see the strokes with our cool t-shirt and pillow!
sojdric: HEEEE! meet you in the bathroom. check the stalls for the red converse.
MMs1411: hehehe
sojdric: uhm. jamie. now i don't think people BRING pillows to concerts..
MMs1411: that's okay.
MMs1411: you can start a trend!
sojdric: well. it wouldn't be the first time. sranger things have happened.
MMs1411: you can throw it at fab and it will hit him and he will look stunned for a minute and i will laugh hystericaly.
MMs1411: true
MMs1411: i will laugh hysterically, too.
MMs1411: yeah, i can spell
sojdric: it will work magnificently. "who was that strangely neurotic but breathtaking girl in the audience who knocked me out with her cross-stitch pillow? must... take.. her.. to.... prom..."
MMs1411: exactly!
sojdric: well duh. huh. why didnt we think of this before. and then your hysterical laughing will drown out the music and julian will yell at you to shut up and meet him in the bathroom.
sojdric: ok i'd say this is a fool proof plan.
MMs1411: hahaha
Wednesday, December 5, 2001 ; 11:31 p.m.
nothing left to say music: i might be wrong - radiohead
Yum. I just saw the video for 'I Might Be Wrong' but it was different than the one I watched online. Interesting. So beautiful though. Really dark and eerie. I do wonder about that song, you know. Especially lines that tell me to "have yourself a good time". Never thought I'd hear that. And you know, I do love it live. Everything should always be live. Spinning Plates just kills me.
Today was ok I guess. I did get a 9.5/10 on my Writing Portfolio and Penny mistook the picture of Patti Smith on the cover for a man. Aw. He said I had deadbeat friends. But not those friends. The other ones. Anyway. I have a pounding headache. Mom says I must be wacked because no one gets headaches every night. She worries that my stomach will bleed because of too much aspirin, but I don't take too many pills. I guess I'm going shopping tonite with Alex & hopefully I'll buy something worth wearing because soon enough I'll be going to school naked. No clothes in ze closet. Wednesday, December 5, 2001 ; 04:26 p.m.
agaetis byrjun music: sigur ros
Okay, so livejournal is a total pain in the ass. I'm kind of sad about potentially losing everything I've written there (since when, like April..?), but I'll get over it. Maybe I'll stick with pitas for a while. It's pretty fun and easy and holy shit, you can customize it as much as you want. I could seriously get used to this. I guess that means that Colleen won. Har har. Uhm. Please disregard the horrendous layout. The only thing holding it together are the pretty faces of Fab & Valensi over there (the name Nick is a huge flop when compared to the lad's last name): Tough sons of bitches; American badasses; NYC guardians weighing in at a whopping 125 lbs each. Wednesday, December 5, 2001 ; 04:05 p.m.
