June 2009
22 posts
41. GUYS
GUYS, I’M STILL ALIVE
seriously
just at camp now
posts will be
sporadic
doh
40. things in a hat
answers to one round of “things in a hat”. the prompt was, things you wouldn’t want to name your band after:
the mixed race Hitler assassins featuring horny hugo and the cunt punching goatse fuckers
colin matty and the carolina crooners (will fuck your shit up)
two inches from sin
(drawing of a flying horse)
FECES
FAGGOT
IF YOU LIKE US, YOU’RE AN IDIOT
yup.
two...
39. hot hot hot plum jar
two of my submissions for “hot plum jar”, a summer zine.
on the subject of the end of the world
cool like a gang of bullfrogs chirping deadwood bridge dangling tooth worn down to gum again, we are wearing our matching sneakers you know the ones, bare ankles slicing away from concrete.
if tonight, we split the fibres of time, your body would tip her perfect...
38. look at what the light did now
AUGH!
I keep looking at my calendar and getting re-startled by the fact that I leave in FOUR DAYS. This is… unacceptable. NOT READY! Getting there, though. Gradually. I think I’m hoping for some sort of zen epiphany which will make me feel like I am Ready To Go. It ain’t gonna happen though. Thursday and Friday are going to be busy days. I plan to drift around like a wraith in...
37. before the elephant graveyard
TO-DO LIST BEFORE VIRGINIA (JUNE 13)
Finish summer zine (70% done)
Get new sandals & shoes, damnit
Pack!!!
Fill out J-1 application, make sure everything is ready to go for customs
Finish reading “How I Paid For College” & “Kavalier and Clay”
Watch Jono’s movies
Finish 2 lesson & 2 elective plans
Burn CDs for Perks Salon
Go to physio
Create yoga...
36. day after day
after neil’s party and the epic ride home, sat on my bed with baby belyea, listening to sufjan and discussing how nice it is to have a sister that you are genuinely friends with.
35. today: pretty productive.
Elena: I am dying
Elena: lianna
Elena: there
Elena: are
Elena: THE FUCKING TINIEST
Elena: CUTEST LITTLE DYKES
Elena: IN FRONT OF ME AT REMEDY
Elena: I AM DYING
Elena: they BOTH!!! look like the first girl I ever had a crush on
Elena: seriously fucking dying
Elena: I want to ask them both out
Elena: right now
Elena: LIANNA
Elena: TALK ME THROUGH THIS
Elena: FOR FUCKS SAKE
Lianna: do it
Lianna: do it gwhirl
Elena: THEY ARE LIKE
Elena: SNUGGLING
Elena: HOW ARE YOU NOT TALKING IN CAPS
Elena: okay
Elena: they're not fucking snuggling
Elena: but like
Elena: they're eating
Elena: and they're tiny
Elena: THEY MIGHT AS WELL BE
Lianna: are they children elena
Lianna: you keep emphasizing how tiny they are
34. awkward turtle.
So, I’m sitting at Remedy, mindin’ my own business, when these two fake & bake glazed girls sit down across from me, chais in one hand, shitty gucci bags in the other. It is obvious they are here today, together, for some sort of “coffee” “date”.
I’ve constructed myself a kind of blanket fort across from them, so naturally, they’ve been...
33. all things grow.
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two nights in a row: no drank, no moonlight!!! i came home, bitched to baby belyea, who coulda cared less. we have plans thursday to go down to the river with aviators & cowboy boots in hopes of frog-hunting. stu says that he is too afraid of hurting them to participate, but will consent to lord over us instead like a crew of monarchs instead. haven’t been writing much lately,...
32. i am not the only one
Dear Elena, Congratulations on being selected for the 2010 New Works Festival. Your play, “Rapture” has been chosen by our blind jury and will be included in the line up. I will be announcing the selections soon, please let me know if you have any questions about the festival. Thanks. P.S. please share with Colin - I don’t have him on F-book.
30. eyes like almonds i've been told
i think i made a new friend tonight!!!!!!!
May 2009
46 posts
29. "he's pretty pissed about that."
have been hesitant to post anything until i hear about that class. worried i will jinx it. on the plus side, i got a ton of fantastic submissions for my zine, which i am really, really stoked about. sat down yesterday and tried making a tentative plan of what would go where, etc. still not sure what i’m going to call it. hoping that something while spring to mind once i get it all assembled....
28. bowl bowl bowls
YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE GREAT
I WILL TELL YOU WHAT WOULD BE GREAT
IF I COULD SIGN UP FOR MY CLASSES PROPERLY
LIKE A HALFWAY FUNCTIONAL HUMAN BEING
JESUS CHRIST. Edit: Man, not to be a screaming whiner or anything, but today has just been one of those days. Got to the dentist late for my mouth-freezing, bit my anesthetized tongue more times than I can count, screwed up registration for one of my...
27. right down to her underwear
today’s todo:
hit the dentist for some sort of magic pre-emptive never get cavity treatment or whateva
take out thesis-related books from library
get clearance from the ethics board for my thesis, doh
work on zine(s)
pick up zine submissions via bike from tess & marie
create badass “from scratch” elective and lesson plans
get plane ticket (finally)
read read read
26. i will be there waiting for you.
HERO TIME OKAY OKAY because otherwise, i am worried i will forget this shit. there was: evan, colin, lianna, neil, andrew, ben, kristina, and myself. eight total. jamie was going to come, but he got himself all kinds of drunk and couldn’t drive. all of us met up at the timmy’s on campus, rendez-vousing convoy-style in the parking lot. squealed real loud, made our way outside then...
“elena, you are a real person.” “as opposed to what? all your robot friends?” “as opposed to anyone else in the world. goodnight. sleep well.”
25. you can fuck one historical figure. who and...
“i’d do ramses in the butt. but only if he was wearing that stupid hat. you know the one.” - colin
“i bet helen of troy was probably really nothing special, but got blown way out proportion. like if she was sarah plain and tall or something. and had a snaggletooth.” - me
“i’d pick joan of arc. she’s a powerful lady… i like that.” -...
24. put me in your suitcase, let me help you...
same deal. yesterday: a+ great. woke up at andrew’s then trekked to work where my shift had been cancelled without my knowing it. womp womp. oh well, headed home then rendez-voused with the brotherhood for a couple of hours before hitting the high level dinner for lunch with elizabeth. afterwards, i went home, read the first volume of the sandman, freaked myself out something fierce before...
23. ANY WAY YOU WANT IT, THAT'S THE WAY YOU NEED...
yesterday was fucking brilliant.
woke up with my father yelling about canoes, took a shower & threw three outfits into a bag before embarking towards the north sask for a quick morning paddle. hit up the hip hop festival after, then left for alex’s mum’s wedding, which was really wonderful, despite the fact that i didn’t know a ton of people. seeing alex combined with three...
22. for the widowers...
jesus christ, what a tumultuous couple of days. i guess i’ve been keeping pretty quiet about things, but i’m really okay with that.
yesterday, i went to tynan’s with andrew and we drank on the kitchen floor while sky(e…?), ty’s sugarsweet one-eyed dog made the rounds. i kept saying she looked like she was one of those orange county moms, decked out in an orange...
“I bought a cactus. A week later it died. And I got depressed, because I thought,...”
– Demetri Martin, New York Magazine, October 3, 2005
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“By the time I was your age, I really thought I knew who I was, but I had no...”
– Ellen DeGeneres in her commencement speech to the 2009 graduates at Tulane University (via suicideblonde) (via bohemea) (via kafuka)
21. taken out and struck
Paper Matches My aunts washed dishes while the uncles squirted each other on the lawn with garden hoses. Why are we in here, I said, and they are out there? That’s the way it is, said Aunt Hetty, the shriveled-up one. I have the rages that small animals have, being small, being animal. Written on me was a message, “At Your Service,” like a book of paper matches. One by one we were taken out and...
20. too much to name.
today, while walking home, i wrote this tiny poem in my head, and thought it was kind of funny. kind of.
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eulogy the day your mother died you were too sad to jerk it i didn’t mind much
19. elena used quick attack!
SHIT
discovered this blog and 1918 vintage today. cute overload. if i was not stony broke & trying to save for the states, i would be all over that. the first link i found to be really inspiring though, and it makes me want to attempt a bunch of new projects before embarking for americatown.
speaking of artings, i have been obsessing over this book:
for the past couple of days, and...
18. your love will turn me on.
slept in until 12:49PM.
lately, my dreams have been serving it up hot.
17. it goes on, and on, and on, and on!
too tired to do much else. for now, it is enough to say
fuckin’
GAY DRAGON UNITED AT LAST played tichu at colin’s (me & evan, victorious!!!) before movin’ it outside for my first ever game of kick the can, followed by hide & seek (climbed a tree) and evetually, strollin’ down the street, singin’ on our tippy toes. (“the ants go march _ by _, hurrah!...
http://listography.com/pamplemousse →
sweet mustache!
after rifling through my hardcopy (accidentally wrote “heartcopy”, aww) of listography: your life in lists, i discovered that they have a website. i have been listing ALL SHIFT. i cannot stop. it is simultaneously both great and horrible.
also: colin and i submitted our script for new works today. YES.
then andrew stole my bike.
16. and don't look back.
found this written on my desktop from a couple of weeks ago. ha! “dear ya ya ya, crazyness. crazy drunk. crazy times. for some reason, you are lucky enough to have friends who will consent to driving behind your drunk ass (on bike) via automobile, conscious and content to make sure you don’t spill into the bushes or get raped, raped, raped. this is IMPORTANT. these are GOOD FRIENDS. do...