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Friday, August 24th, 2007
12:21 am

hahaha remember this community? i just spent like, an hour rereading all the posts here and laughing like a fool.

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Wednesday, December 6th, 2006
5:01 pm - A year is a long time.

I am listening to church music, and decided to do that "year in review" meme, although with my own twist.
Instead of the first line of each first entry, I picked my favorite line of each first entry of each month.

January 3rd:
Tobi is attacking me with a toothbrush.
February 5th:
Everyone in the world, aside from me, is busy with 849375 things, and therefore has no time for me. I'm sad.
(I say this is the best sentence from the entry because it is no longer true. Awesome.)
March 16th:
So, Purim. Crazy stuff.
I think I finally understand why Tobi is so against drinking (alcohol, that is.)
I never, ever want to be drunk.
April 2nd:
My mind speaks Hebrish.
May 2nd:
Or maybe I'm just hoping that that's the way it is. That I was with this country completely for at least 60 seconds this year.
June 4th:
Maybe I've always been a liberal.
July 5th:
I am now bleeding from my head.
August 3rd:
Tobi says hi.
September 5th:
I live to be in love.
October 3rd:
The tayelet in Yerushalaim at night is beautiful, I've slept two and half hours out of 48, my mind (and contacts) are foggy, and am missing something I had 14 hours ago.
(That was wonderful.)
November 2nd:
Life is absurd and wonderful.
December 3rd:
I just want a warm boy to come here now and give me sudafed and tissue, and make me chicken soup, and wrap me in him like blankets.

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Friday, July 28th, 2006
4:55 pm - hello? anyone?

What happened to this once-vibrant community?
I feel so betrayed and lost. What is the point of living any longer, I ask you? What? WHAT?

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Sunday, February 26th, 2006
2:31 am

i've been reading over some old LJ entries, from 2004 and 2005, and while i dont miss being 15 and confused, or 16 and depressed, or 17 and all over everywhere, and while i am happy in a sedate sort of way, you guys have basically been my anchor for the past five years, and the thing that resounds most is how much i needed you guys, and how much it helped me that you were there. recently, rivky sent me one of those heinous corny animated emails called "a sister is 4eva" or something equally insipid, and while i didnt spread it around, i appreciated the sentiment.

so this is my silly sister spam, i guess. i just wanted you to know that i love you, and i miss you, and that you are my best friends in the world. ok?


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Thursday, February 16th, 2006
9:38 pm

sorry for spamming, i just didnt know where else to put it cause i kinda liked it but cant really do asnything with it.

too cool for a cvut, though. ha!
Being blindingly self absorbed and ridiculously ADD'd, I'm kind of balking at this assignment. Condense a juggernaut of frizzy, sparkly, voluble insanity into a coherent little bio?
Coherency really isn't my strong suit. In fact I doubt it is a suit I own. Unfortunately, I am now the bewildered owner of a pinstriped, single breasted, shoulder-padded polyster monstrosity, circa 1985. The moldering beast was foisted upon me in a bizarre parental attempt to generate some suitably bohemian entertainment in this winter of our suburban discontent. I think they actually expected me to button the plastic purple buttons (rendered totally useless by the prominent elastic waistband) and get up and shake my bootay like a cross-generational Victor/Victoria. I am also the proud owner of several sets of matching, moth eaten "art to wear" sweaters, knitted by my parents in the first heady days of their increasingly eccentric courtship. Every couple of days, my mother eyes my ratty black sweatshirts and holey skirts and asks "Why don't you ever wear those gorgeous sweaters/capes/ponchos/moldy theater curtains Dad and I gave you? It took us forever to find that spangled rainbow yarn, you know."

...I'm trying to get a suit in "mordant," but "awkward" really fits me best.

Having taken a one-year hiatus between parochial high school and college, I am using this time to think of ways to distance myself from the sartorial Scyllas and Charbidises leering at me from an abandoned, moth-filled nook in my closet/mollycoddle my intensely hormonal iPod/write increasingly absurd LJ bios that manage to scare off ninety percent of those hapless fools who chance upon this, and yet convey absolutely nothing of merit or consequence.

Maybe there is a suit for me after all: a straitjacket. It might be quite a statement if I can steal some of that spangled rainbow yarn...

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Sunday, January 15th, 2006

We bought guava paste! I open the door to the fridge and there it is! In the cheese drawer! I cracked up for 10 minutes. Then called Chloe. And she cracked up too. It was craziness. Apparently, my parents love it. And we were having it for dessert. I was scared outta my mind, but it seems I have survived to tell the tale... armed with pictures and all! the traumatizing experienceCollapse )

current mood: amused

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Thursday, December 1st, 2005
8:38 pm

i fucking hate fucking drama.

and i am so so so so so glad i can get on with my life now.

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Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005
9:09 pm - all about ME! mostly cause no one ever posts in here.


My iPod hates me. When I first got it, it clammed up immediately and refused to make any sort of contact, much less play any of the 85647 songs I had so painstakingly transferred to iTunes for it. Undaunted, I chalked this recalcitrance up to a normal obstacle between scary doting owner and pet... sort of the technological equivalent to peeing on my carpet. Sadly, days went by and it continued to soil my metaphorical rugs with its sulky refusal to do, er, anything. Tragically, my obsession with its behavior has consumed the old Adi (she of the snark, frizz, and general awesome) and in her place disgorged a braying socialite carrying her precious munchkin in a tiny handbag which cost enough to feed a family of four for a year. In the past month, I have knit iPod a sweater and am working on some booties; his psychologist tells me he is coming along wonderfully and may soon let me unite him with his USB cable. Until that happy day rolls around, I amuse myself with iPod/owner counseling, nannying, writing increasingly absurd LJ bios, and fangirling Nadeem Aslam.

iPod and I are good now.

I start pretty much every sentence with some self absorbed derivative of the first person. Does the first person have derivatives? I'm self absorbed, anyway. I enjoy people with ADD (have them with some fava beans + an aged Chianti), paragraph breaks, sparkles, parentheses, bowhunting, + the word "rad." I am the sort of person who tells others they look like a bucket of sunshine. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah is an awesome name for a lame band. If this bio were distilled into haiku, it would probably go something like:


the haiku

is totally rad

like a bucket of sunshine

clap your hands. say yeah.

(yeah, i just did that exaggerated, elementary school style syllable-counting thing where you stick out a finger for every overenunciated word about nine times just to make sure my haiku adhered to proper haiku rules + wouldn't be ostracized on the epigram playground by some snotty fortune-cookie type maxim for a jutting spirant or an extra plosive. those wily syllables.)

...clearly this was all rejected from my newly updated for the 80th time today userinfo. i love talking about myself!

current mood: OMG SINUSES AHHH

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Thursday, September 1st, 2005
12:27 am


i never want to grow up.

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12:04 am - silly memes YESSS holy shit it's september. wake me up when september ends.

Put your Playlist on Shuffle and see what comes out...

What do you think of me, media player? -- october leaves, THE GOOD LIFE

Will I have a happy life?-- sexy music, PORTISHEAD

What do my friends really think of me? -- the end of the world, THE CURE

Do people secretly lust after me? -- Bo, RITA

What does [insert significant other] think of me? -- high school football hero, AFI

How can I make myself happy? -- sometimes, REACH THE SKY

Why must life be so full of pain? -- scoentist, COLDPLAY

How can I maximize my pleasure during sex? -- all the photos, THE SEA AND CAKE

Will I ever have children? -- crown of love, ARCADE FIRE

Will I die happy? -- like a prayer, RUFIO

Can you give me some advice? -- thirteen, ELLIOTT SMITH

What do you think happiness is? -- the first drop, RISE AGAINST

What's your favourite fetish? -- you to thank, BEN FOLDS


current mood: tired like hellios

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Wednesday, August 24th, 2005
6:24 pm - now everybody DO THE PROPOGANDA!

i'm hip to the anarchist groove.


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Thursday, August 11th, 2005
6:12 pm - hold on to the corners of today

-"Watermark" (the Weakerthans) makes me happy.

-talking to susie today made me happy, too.

-I am so glad I'm not going to Rutgers.

-On the other hand, i'm sad i'm not going to Hopkins until next year.

-I read a book a day. Today i think i may read two- Book One is finished, and it was short and sweet and had no substance at all, so on to book two, i guess.

-Movies = escapism

- what do i need to escape FROM?

...feeling unlovable, i guess.

and tired all the time, and oddly displaced, unbalanced, and strangely sad.


current mood: ehhh

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Wednesday, August 10th, 2005
6:06 pm

angst monky one two three!


reading helps better than movies.

...still angsting, but boringly.

am a boring whiner. not fair. not fun. harumph.

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Wednesday, July 20th, 2005
11:43 am - Blue eyes, I just want to sing a song with you.

I'm two quarters and a heart down and I don't want to forget how your voice sounds.
These words are all I have so I'll write them so you need them just to get by.

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Thursday, July 7th, 2005


batman? not a movie to see before going to sleep. really, really, really not.

it was amazing, though.


remember the ten-brain-celled dyed-blond semi-alcoholic prada-lovin nasal-voiced bitchy anorexic whores in your high school who made you want to shoot yourself in the head?


*kills. self. with. machete.*

current mood: FGJDHGFJDGJD

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Sunday, June 19th, 2005
1:18 am - he's someone i would hate to be. i've got the girl and he's left with just the memories.

in a gesture of truly sadistic techno-karma, my computer has sabotaged the following meme no less than THREE times. possibly because it's LAME. possibly because it reinforces the fact that i'd rather be attempting to stump you all with esoteric lyrics than write the novel i know i could write if i weren't so damn lazy and insecure. possibly because i clearly stole the idea from rachel. possibly because i should really really be asleep.

eh. whatever.

instead of the little snippety generic lyrics, i'm only writing ones i find funny, beautiful, sad, moving, etc. that's right, a meme with a heart. or something.

remember kids, googling = cheating.

1. since then it's been a book you read in reverse, so you understand less as the pages turn. or movies so crass, and awkwardly cast, that even i could be the star.
2. this isn't love. so forever let it go, forever let it burn. there on the backend of forever, i wish i would never hurt again.
3. you were stone white and delicate, lost in recall. you were always so lost in the dark.
4. i've been working on a piece that speaks of sex and desperation. i've been screwing on the tracks of abandoned train stations.
5. i've seen you burn them before: fire and ice, you get on like a flame and then you turn 'em cold shoulder. fire and ice. i wanna give you my love but you just take a little piece of my heart, and you tear it apart.
6. turn me back into the pet i was when we met. i was happier then, with no mindset.
7. silence is not the way. we need to talk about it.
8. and these nights i get high just from breathing. when i lie here with you i'm sure that i'm real. like that firework over the freeway. i could stay here all day, but that's not how you feel.
9. i can't accept that it's over, and i will block the door like a goalie tending the net in this tied game rivalry.
10. and i'm only gonna pierce my left ear, and i've been working on this moustache all summer long, and my favorite band will always be tears for fears, and i'm gonna wear a pink tux to the prom
11. i recall in spring the perfume that the air would bring to the indolent town.
12. so you nurse your love like a wounded dove in the covered cage of night. every star is crossed by frenetic thoughts that separate and then collide. and they twist like sheets till you fall alseep and they finally unwind. it's a black balloon. it's a dream you'll soon deny.
13. this world is too straight for your video game heart, so why don't you just break some hearts?
14. i just happen to like apples. i am not afraid of snakes.
15. and i remember i kept thinking that i knew you never would and now i know i wanna kill you like only a best friend could. (everyone's caught on to everything you do. everyone's caught on to...) as if that happening wasn't enough, i had to go and write a song just to remind myself how bad it sucks.
16. i wish the world was flat like the old days, and i could travel just by folding a map. no more airplanes or speed trains or freeways. there'd be no distance that could hold us back.
17. dark night, hold tight. and sleep tight, my baby. morning light... keep us here safely.
18. rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony. get clobbered on by courtesy. in love with love and lousy poetry.
19. it was a big mistake to let me have my way in the first place. it was a big mistake to let me memorize your face.
20. now i'm ten miles in a deep and a mighty blue sea. i'm looking back towards a long white beach going up in the yellow flames. i just wait back like a little boy up on a pony in a show. i can't fix something this complex any more than i can build a rose.
21. so what if you catch me? where would we land? in somebody's life or taking his hands?
22. if you want to make a run for it, my love, i'll cover you. and if we need to lie to everyone, i'll cover up for you.
23. it's love, it's love. make it hurt. i deserve it.
24. it's not the end that i fear with each breath. it's life that scares me to death. when we build these dreams on sand, have they all slipped through our hands? let's take this one day at a time. i'll hold your hand if you hold mine.
25. cause you're the one i love
26. the more i say, the more i keep confusing things that make me feel complete, so i keep lying.

current mood: lame-tastic!

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