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Name: billie
Gender: Female
Interests: parachuting,writing best selling novels, being queen of my own country,( ha beat that.) knowing johnny depp personally,( only he doesn't really return my phone calls.) being head of the yearbook committee...lead in all the schoolplays, being a verry verry talented screenwriter,living in Paris for a year or two,(chalk that up to a world traveller) desgning my own line of clothes for kitchen appliances...did i mention pathelogical lying?
Expertise: expertise? why, im bent on blowing up that upon which the sun never sets. (i apologize if you are brittish, of course. you know. all of us queens get along, even if that bitch never invites me to tea as often as she did when i was pretty.)
Occupation: Student
Industry: Legal
Message: message me
Member Since:
4/23/2004
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| Quoth Siddhartha: "What should I possibly have to tell you, oh venerable one? Perhaps that you're searching far too much? That in all that searching, you don't find the time for finding?"
"How come?" asked Govinda.
"When someone is searching," said Siddhartha, "then it might easily happen that the only thing his eyes still see is that what he searches for, that he is unable to find anything, to let anything enter his mind, because he always thinks of nothing but the object of his search, because he has a goal, because he is obsessed by the goal. Searching means: having a goal. But finding means: being free, being open, having no goal. You, oh venerable one, are perhaps indeed a searcher, because, striving for your goal, there are many things you don't see, which are directly in front of your eyes." | | |
| last night was Monday.
last night, I sat around and ate noodles and sauce in front of the tv while I was caught up on what had gone down on the show heroes, which I never watch, and could barely follow but sat through because milo is gorgeous. then I came upstairs and made an awesome mix cd list that I will burn later..maybe. Then I found out that a list of random songs on my desktop I had gotten from tyler a long time ago ACTUALLY MATched up with one of the random unlabeled cd's tyler burned me a long time ago in my itunes. So I labeled everything. Which was also very good. I found out that the band Metric, is a very good band. I also found out that I really really hate the beastie boys. And subsequently deleted them from my itunes wherever they showed up.
Today, is Tuesday.
Today I woke up late, and dragged my ass, eyes half open to my figure drawing class to find out that we have made the jump from drawing tiny little ocd measured figures, to large scale three foot figures overnight. literally over night. So I drew my figure for three hours, and as i am not usually this tired or this ...lacking in talent, it was very frustrating. Because the feet were cut off the page or the leg was too long, or the model would go take a break and forget exactly how her elbows had been resting on her knee before ..it is all frustrating. So then i came home and prepared for my next two classes. One ...Religions of the world. I am going to learn about Judaism from a real Jew. Woot. It means a lecture where people talk too much to hear themselves talk, and i get to sit there in bored silence wishing that the man they actually brought here to talk to us would talk to us instead of letting my class keep asking him pointless unansweable questions that make the class philosophical and hellish. Two...Printmaking, Intaglio and SIlkscreen. Silkscreen....sounds like fun. you have it on your teeshirts and on your jeans and occasionally a sweatshirt but it's kin to hell on earth. I have burned my design into my screen, which basically means I was yelled at and pestered until finally I was shown what to to to get it there. All you do is coat the screen with some crap thats light sensitive, and then put your design on it. and wherever its black, the light doesn't go through and harden the light sensitive crap, and the stuff washes out, making room for the ink to flow through on to your paper. thats basically what it is. but its a lot of layers and ink mixing and taping and removing and washing and re coating and reburning and messing up and changing this and that and blocking out things and pulling ink and flooding screens...and I'm just already over it. I have it for six hours this week! Plus a paper...Plus a book to read and write about. Woot. oh wow. My tummy grumbled, which means..*checks clock* yup, I'm late for lunch which means....I may be late for class. ta ta for tuesday. | | |
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hmmm..... fridge poem...by me... | | |
| ROAD TRIP!! remember all those road trips I keep saying I'm going to take?
sooo Portsmouth HO!
pick up something for the bumming out caitlin, get a nice meal with the boy. that's right, "the boy". I was rereading my posts the other day and I have realized that this litle blogspot has lasted through four relationships, all of which were between me and "the boy." some people have pookie, shnukums, ...."the boy" for everyone;
In other news, I have decided to try and like screen printing even though Aaron looks at me like I'm crazy when I tell him I don't know what pins and tabs are. I mean come on...do YOU know what tabs are? Apparently. they are for registering prints, but really the way I did it last time was with masking tape and a prayer and it worked alright.
I'm listening to a song about summertime, and it's bumming me out because the unusually warm weather is going to kick it like hitler tomorrow and turn into the icy frozen turd-ness that is winter.
In other other news, Sammy J told me a joke today, because I asked him to. The scene played like this:
Sammy: *air guitar solo* "Why did the monkey fall out of the tree."
me: *wipes nose* "um.....because it let go?"
SAmmy: "...because it was dead."
I tried really hard not to laugh in my half brained state, but I must admit. I laughed.
I also fed "the boy" sour kraut which is divine and vinegary and wonderful, and he ATE it which means he doesn't hate it. go SOUR KRAUT and the germans. ..or the poles...whoever invented it. I mean it's pickled so....a war food? it really could have been either side. *shrug*
Thus concludes my day. | | |
| Well. I totally forgot this place exsisted, and since I've changed a lot since highschool....I think it would be cool to start over. And why not?
*looks around* now..to figure out this new fandangled way to redecorate this bizarreness... | | |
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