| le Disko IV |
[Apr. 3rd, 2007|03:26 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | jim's room | ] |
| [ | musica |
| | arctic monkeys | ] |
this was fun.
we listened to the new sage francis on the way.
they had pink beer.
we ate at village inn.
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| le disko. |
[Jan. 29th, 2007|03:26 pm] |
| [ | feelin' |
| | done. | ] |
| [ | musica |
| | brand new | ] |
dance party, yo.
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| los angeles! |
[Dec. 11th, 2006|11:05 am] |
this weekend was fantastic!
california 12/1-4/06
i'm gonna call you a hooker. it's on the 12-hour light cycle. but it turned out to me a male, so, you know. i hate winking happy faces. what?! this butter isn't in a square. take a picture of my astonishment that this butter is not in a square. it's in an X. this butter is X-treeeme. its extreme butter. i loooooove peach lemonade. i love it when the whales take over. they need to be free. like willy. we are very slanted. ashley, are you high? no...oh. yes. yep. i feel as if i'm spinning. john lennon artwork. did you just hit that car?! wouldn't it be funny if i said yes. yes. yes! i did, ashley! it was a horrible accident. my legs! i broke both my legs! ashley! youre the only one who can save me! help me ashley! i love this graham cracker swirl. i just want to eat that and not the ice cream. i wanted it to be warm. this ketchup is amazing. cloves. it was fantastic! as tall as lions. mickey's and sparks. waking hailey up at 6:35 in the am. hailey, do YOU have a condom? i love hollywood. hot joe and his hot tattoo. this was the best idea we've ever had.
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| drunkola. |
[Dec. 11th, 2006|11:03 am] |
me. thera. megan. jonny. danny. and my good friend sparks. =]
So we sit at this table with our hands in our laps
And we have a few drinks and we share a few laughs
But now those days have past and they're not coming back
It's a shame cause that's all that I had
And we'll sing out loud for hours
Until the morning that we know we can't avoid
These nights are notable and priceless
I swear that every word I say, I mean until my dying day
It's a shame when I wake I can't recall a thing
So keep things quiet until the rest of the street falls asleep
Then we'll break out and show everyone just what we're made of
So young, let's abuse our health and have a little fun
I'll drink to that, let's drink to that
I've got some problems but we've got ten dollars
That's enough to get us wasted before the night is over
These past five days I've been completely sober
But tonight I'm getting ripped wide open
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| san fran |
[Dec. 11th, 2006|10:55 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | home | ] |
| [ | feelin' |
| | awake | ] |
| [ | musica |
| | as tall as lions | ] |
got there by 11 am.
got addicted to hummus dip.
discovered "joe-o's".
vitamin water, biatch!
got my nose pierced.
went to hippie hill.
haight st.
got offered pot by random bums.
made hookah bubbles.
fell in love with the cutest weiner dog ever.
slept in kelsey's bed.
hung out with josh.
robert cooked my chicken breasts.
picked up some slang:
"this bitch!"
"janky"
"oh, no!"
went on a hike.
watched fireworks from twin peaks.
took tons of pictures.
ate sushi.
dyed kelsey's hair.
loved kelsey's roommates.
almost went to a theater festival.
was dissapointed by a closed chipotle.
ate at blondie's.
checked out THE COOLEST forever 21 ever!
robert got a tattoo.
watched thumbsucker.
visited chelsea.
brad was there too.
walked a lot.
smelled things and tried lip gloss on at sephora.
gave a bum a piece of pizza.
got henna tats with josh.
got free starbucks.
was told i was a lesbian by drunk kels.
met kelsey's gay friends.
almost got killed by a crazy man in a truck...
concluded that i LOVE san francisco.
drove home in my underwear.
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[Nov. 22nd, 2006|01:08 am] |
so, pretty much, i know that it's cliche, but uhm, i definitely miss my childhood innocence.
everyone says it.
but today it really hit me, yo.
i was recovering the kids section at work tonight and i got to the paperback picture books.
i couldn't help but flip through a couple and i totally had flashbacks of story time in elementary school.
sitting on the rug in our tiny little library (which back then, was of course a vast, endless room full of many many books) and listening to the librarian read us a story.
vividly picturing what was going on in my head while she slowly rotated the book with it's pictures facing us so that we could all see.
"i can't see it! i can't see!"
i remember how amazing this time of year was.
canned food drive competitions.
hand turkies.
lessons about the pilgrims and indians.
it doesn't even feel like thanksgiving. i'm just stoked on eating. haha.
it seems like the older i get, the less magical each holiday is.
halloween, thanksgiving and christmas aren't the same anymore.
i miss crawling around in the garden and getting filthy.
now i can't even stand the thought of dirt packed under my nails.
get this. i had to dress up as Arthur for the little kids at storytime at work. haha. it was awesome!
but we also decided that Arthur should pay a visit to Hillrise Elementary.
walking down the halls and into each classroom brought back so many memories.
the smells!
cafeteria food and tempra paints.
it was really cool.
plus, i made a couple kids' lives that day.
gasps and surprised faces when they saw me enter their class.
"arthur! i love your show!"
"arthur! does d.w. annoy you?"
thank god all their questions were yes/no, because the only thing i could do was shake/nod my ridiculously large head.
it was fun though.
alright. i've rambled enough.
night.
-ashley.
ps. i was totally listening to the gary jules album on my drive home from work and i felt awfully folky. haha.
there's something about an acoustic guitar that hits my emotions so much more. i love it.
pps. i like this poem:
far away; inside
when i leave you
the movement of my breath
lingers in your chest;
you say it is the way skaters
still sense the ground
singing in their soles
long after
hanging up their wheels.
when i sleep alone,
i am still the cello
your fingers feel for;
the pattern of your dreamplay
sings in my belly
like a signature.
your absent hands
articulate their music
on my skin,
just as, far away,
the ghost of my breath
rises inside your ribs.
-Katie Donovan
k. goodnight for reals. |
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