Who fucking hacked my livejournal and posted on izzy's LJ as me?

Things is weird. Shit's fucked up, but not in an unpleasant way. I talked to that girl today, and it was really . . . nice. She's dating the girl she cheated on me with, and I find that I don't actually care. I just want everyone to be happy and peace and love and BULLSHIT.

I miss being at Wilson. I miss the spot where I smoke, and the robin's nest there. I miss my friends like mad.

But Bloomington is where I should be now. It's good for me. I got my job at Bloomingfoods back, and I think I might cater again this summer, too.

Things is looking up.

music: Otis Redding (thank you, soma)

So, things are better now that I'm home. I feel stable. Scared, still, but stable.

On a side note, Step It Up And Dance is retarded. I forgot how fucking dumb television is. That said, I still love it.

music: "Valse des rayons," Jacques Offenbach

New hair. I should be studying for the sociology exam I have tomorrow. Sociology really sucks. The professor is scattered but meticulous when it comes to grading. No one is getting an A in her classes. I got a fucking D on my last sociological imagination exercise. I did write it about Britney Spears, but I thought it at least deserved a C.

I also have a statistics exam on Monday, and I skipped class this morning to sleep. I was so tired.

Things are bleeding out their vaginas. Including me. I'm so menstrual that you could classify me as supermenstrual. Jesus.

Otherwise, life is grand.

Also:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sound_of_fingernails_scraping_chalkboard
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_unusual_deaths
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creative_impulse

music: "Three-way," The Magnetic Fields

I've got two adorable boys on my to-do list, and I'm planning on doing them both. And there's nothing holding me back for the first time in three years.

I never knew how lovely freedom could be.

music: "Coming Up Roses," Elliott Smith

Tyann Barrentine is single.

Open relationship. I-love-you-but-not-enough-to-not-fuck-around.

So excited.

music: "I Don't Love Anyone," Belle & Sebastian

I'm so sick of this stent. I'm totally taking it out today. Plastic tube in my urethra? No thank you.

But the plastic tube in my urethra is not as painful as the ache in my heart. I want my girlfriend back.

music: season three of Arrested Development

Audrey Kawasaki.

If only I could be crazy like Wes Anderson characters instead of crazy like a real crazy person. That would be nice.

P.S.- My girlfriend and I are taking a break.

music: "Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)?" Peter Sarstedt

I'm back in Bloomington, which is nice, but I'm also passing my fourteenth kidney stones- without any painkillers. Yay pain. Yay cranberry juice.

Also, who the fuck comes up with the names for the America's Best Dance Crews? JabbaWockeeZ? Fysh n Chicks? No. I will not accept that.

Also, I made another new mix

Connect The Dots
"Unite," Beastie Boys
"Shoplifters of the World Unite," The Smiths
"Music For Shoplifting," P.O.S.
"Exit Music (For A Film)," Radiohead
"Next Exit," Interpol
"Whatz Next," 2Pac
"What's It All About," Run-D.M.C.
"Drinking About My Baby," The Damned
"The Power Of Positive Drinking," Lou Reed
"The Power Is On," The Go! Team
"Down On The Street," Adam Green
"The Street & Babe Shadow," T. Rex
"Shadowplay," Joy Division
"Play With Fire," The Rolling Stones
"Fireworks," Animal Collective

music: "Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It," Dem Franchize Boyz

Spring

"Belle & Sebastian," Belle & Sebastian
"Lazy Old Sun," The Kinks
"Love Goes Home to Paris in The Spring," The Magnetic Fields
"Little Bird," Goldfrapp
"Somewhere There's A Feather," Nico
"Naysayers," Sufjan Stevens
"The Love That I Crave," The Blow
"Grass," Animal Collective
"Here Comes My Baby," Cat Stevens
"J' suius jamais allé," Yann Tiersen
"Rhineland (Heartland)," Beirut
"Naomi," Neutral Milk Hotel
"Waltz #1," Elliott Smith
"Changes", Seu Jorge
"My Little Underground," The Jesus and Mary Chain
"Come Back Margaret," Camera Obscura
"Palier De La Pluie Et Du Beau Temps," Faunts

music: duh

Turns out I'm totally bipolar. With OCD tendencies. That's the final diagnosis.

Just thought you'd like to know.

music: some banjo shit (oh god banjo)

Comment (do it), and I'll assign you a letter. You, in turn, make a list of ten things you love that begin with the letter. Then post this in your journal, and the fun will never end!

I got the letter B.


1. Bitches 'n' ho's
2. Beck
3. The Blow
4. Björk
5. Bowie, David
6. Brendan Small
7. Belle & Sebastian
8. Baking
9. Baseball bats
10. B movies

music: "Cause = Time," Broken Social Scene

I got my shit all diagnosed today, and was not so surprised to discover that I've got obsessive compulsive disorder.

Also, I fell down the other day.

music: "When My Boy Walks Down The Street," The Magnetic Fields

I hate:

having a fever and a hacking cough
my fucking creative writing class (worst idea I've ever had)
this cursed dorm room
people who say things and then do other things
people who disappear
not being on drugs
water
illogical weather
anything overly sincere

music: "Denmark Street," The Kinks