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Name: Jess
Country: United States
State: Arizona
Metro: Phoenix
Birthday: 7/9/1983
Gender: Female
Interests: the hobbits, things in nice neat and clean little packages, films in general, nice looking sites, small fonts, the human condition, the monty python guys, many obscure british actors.
Expertise: analyzing stupid things, making decent websites with photoshop, random information about movies (that you probably don't care to know), having grandiose dreams and not trying very hard to reach them.
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  deluded spider
Member Since:
3/26/2003
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| Boring.
Nothing's going on, no one's emailing me, I've been reading through my
old Xanga entries for like 3 hours, and there's just nothing to
do. Period.
So, I'm gonna take a shower, then come back in here (my office/tv
room), try to find a place to sit (I've made a huge mess cutting out
fabric and stuff), and then I'm gonna watch either Reservoir Dogs or
The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh.
Then I'm gonna sleep. Going to the museum in the morning with
Paddy and Connie to go see some Egyptian exhibit. Honestly, sort
of a waste of money for me, as I've already seen some extremely
impressive stuff at the British Museum in London. But an outing
to Denver is at least an outing, and since getting so interested in
Jack Kerouac and his crew (Allen Ginsberg, William S. Burroughs, my
lord Tom Waits), the place has taken on a whole new appeal. Or,
rather, it's taken on an appeal, period. It never had one
before. Another cool point is that Freddy Vs. Ghostbusters (the
most impressive/squeeful/fun fan film I've ever seen) was also filmed
in Denver.
Basically, if any place in Colorado doesn't suck, it's Denver. So
a chance to go there is a chance I'll almost always take.
Especially since I'm not in big cities near often enough considering
how much I prefer city life to suburban/country life. (Come to
think of it, it's also the one place I haven't lived; I've lived on a
farm and in the suburbs, but never in the middle of a city.)
Yeah, I'm just ranting now. And this song won't get out of my
head! ACK. It's okay though, cause I really like it.
(Just in case you didn't know, this is the infamous song from Spongebob
Squarepants that plays as he's flipping burgers for the first time at
the Krusty Krab.)
Oh, and this is *really* random, but I feel like saying it... I'm
usually very vocal about whatever I'm obsessed about, but for whatever
reason, there's one obsession of mine that I've never really gotten
into: The aforementioned Kerouac/Waits/Ginsberg/Burroughs gang and the
whole beatnik scene.
In truth, I always totally, well, dug beatniks, even when I was little
and would see faint references to beret-wearing coffeehouse poets on
cartoons. When I was in 4th grade, before I had ever even heard
the term "goth," I knew when I was in high school, I wanted to wear all
black - To be like Lydia Deetz, yeah, but mostly to be a POET.
I first saw Dead Poets Society in sixth grade, during our "60s unit" in
all our classes (specifically, my awesome English teacher, Ms. Long,
showed it to us). It didn't click right away that there was a
connection, but I loved the movie all the same. REALLY loved
it. Loved it more than a 12 year old should have loved it.
Especially the suicide part. Hope I didn't spoil it for you.
And then, much later, came the Tom Waits obsession. Still, I wasn't aware of a connection.
And then, I don't know what happened. I finally bought Kerouac's
On The Road in Denver (a fact of which I am most proud; most of the
book, what I've read anyway, takes place in Denver and is about Kerouac
trying to get to Denver), and I pieced together that all these people
were really like pop culture makes them out to be, and yet, not nearly
as pretentious as everyone would have you believe. These people
were fucking AMAZING artists, in the strangest ways, reading their
poems and such in a bizarre half-song/half-acting way. These
people were photographers, writers and philosophers. Painters,
musicians, comedians. They smoked pot, they had sex, they loved
life, and they were THE modern Rennaissance men.
They're my fucking HEROES.
Okay. I'm done. Just had to sorta get that out. (And
trust me, this entry will find it's way to Livejournal once they get
themselves figured out.)
Off to shower, now.
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| Wow, I barely even remember how to use this.
So, livejournal is down. It's driving me nuts. I'm keeping
myself entertained by making a blouse from a pattern I bought a month
or so ago, but still, meh. I miss everyone! And, you know,
comments. It sucks because I spammed my LJ royally right before
this (figures), and so I've got tons of things that, theoretically,
people might want to comment on. Argh.
Anyway, I just felt like writing somewhere. It was bugging me.
I keep downloading these Allen Ginsberg tracks on LimeWire, hoping I'll
come across something as good as this track, "America," which has music
by Tom Waits (which is how I found it). I thought it was kinda
weird at first, but the more I listened to it, man, it's pretty fucking
awesome. So I keep hoping I'll be able to get something equally
good, and nothing is really as good yet. :\ But I also got
a William S. Burroughs/Tom Waits track and a Bob Dylan/Allen Ginsberg
track (almost impossible to listen to due to the poor quality and
weirdness of it).
And I've been insanely bored lately. Oh god. So, so
bored. I keep making stuff in Photoshop just to keep myself from
flying out a window. I also realized my picture-postcard Happy
Holidays thing (which was my signature at the PFF boards) was a little
outdated now that it's mid January, so I made a new board signature:
Pretty. Kinda not that great, but I like that it's sorta weird without being crappy, you know?
I've been completely obsessing over the most bizarre collection of stuff
since getting that Waits/Ginsberg track. Seriously, my current
playlist right now is pretty horrifying:
America - Tom Waits & Allen Ginsberg
As Time Goes By - Louis Armstrong
Bare Necessities - Harry Connick, Jr.
Emotional Weather Report - Tom Waits
Living In The Sunlight, Loving In The Moonlight - Tiny Tim
My Funny Valentine - Chet Baker
Never Say "Never" To Always (Charles Manson) - Crispin Hellion Glover
Ode to Failure - Allen Ginsberg
Om My Soul Sholom - Bob Dylan & Allen Ginsberg
Picture Book - The Kinks
Silencio - Angelo Badalamenti/The Prague Philharmonic Orchestra
Sixteen Reasons - Connie Stevens
Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Tom Waits
T'ain't No Sin - Tom Waits & William S. Burroughs
These Boots Are Made For Walking - Crispin Hellion Glover
Tip Toe Through the Tulips - Tiny Tim
Warm Beer And Cold Women - Tom Waits
Have Love Will Travel - The Sonics
Tiny Tim is owning me pretty hard, though. I mean, I keep getting
depressed, and then one of his songs will come on, and I'll feel like a
fucking retard for being depressed when life is goofy enough to have
created someone as whacked out as Tiny Tim.
Also, I'm damn hungry, but I just ate not long ago. And I need
some caffiene, but I already had a crapload of coffee, and I'm on a
health-food-esque kick (don't ask; it's not purely to lose weight, it's
weird) so I don't really want to drink soda if I can help it. Erg.
Man, I wish they'd fucking fix Livejournal. ;(
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| Bet you guys never expected to see me again, huh?
Well I don't know what to say, really, just thought hey, this xanga thing here still looks nice and perdy, maybe I should brush some dust off it.
For anyone who wonders, I'll be using Livejournal for at least another year, because I got a year's worth of paid time, and I don't intend to waste it. If anyone missed me over here, you may now visit me over there by clicking below:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/septentrio
Who knows, maybe someday I'll come back here, but it probably won't be for a long while. If someone makes a stink, I may consider frequently cross-posting from the LJ to here, so feel free to comment if you'd be interested in that.
Later, everyone. Hope everything's been looking up. | | |
| Oh yeah!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Paul! Hope you have a good one, dude! :D
and (possibly)
to CRISPIN GLOVER! YAY!
(The actual date of his birth is under debate. It's either April 20th or September 20th. And just cause imdb says it's today doesn't mean it is. They also once reported Billy Boyd had been married when he wasn't even engaged.)
Anyway, Happy Birthday to everyone who has a birthday today, except Hitler, cause he was a cock.
*puts on party hat, starts baking a cake, kicks ghost of Hitler in the sac* | | |
| And then suddenly...
I completely by-passed the much-worked-on Billy Boyd layout and created something completely different from scratch in one night, with minimal snags.
( Hie thee hence to el site-o. )
I love that phrase, "hie thee hence." Been using it entirely too much lately. Anyway, must attempt to sneak off to bed and pretend I haven't been awake all night. Later. | | |
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