living on spaghettios and blur

i sort of don't want hair anymore, but i'm too scared to cut it off. and by "cut" i mean "SHAVE". i just want to BZZZZZT except for my fringe. even though i'm in a constant battle with my fringe, it is staying because i could never bear to part with it. my fringe and i, we're LIKETHIS.i'm afraid it'll look awful though, because i don't have a very skinny face so it might make me look like a jellybean. i don't know where "jellybean" came from, but it seemed appropriate, ok?i am sick of hairrrrrrrrrrrrrr just think: i won't have to buy shampoo or hair gunk or flatiron my hair (;*&*^&VB%ER$V^*^NI&^g) ever again....it might be a little harder to get a job, but W/E OK? PEOPLE TELL ME I'M WRONG...FUCK 'EM. in teacups.anyway, i need to make a post in martenot soon. REQUESTS?back to work now kbye kbye kbyebyebye.p.s. i keep changing my mind about it :/

the bubbling sidewalk

whooooamygod! 6 june! i'm actually not sure whether i should be excited or not, as i've kind of gotten over the stripes--...i'll probably download it.i've discovered that listening to pulp while walking has pretty much the same effect as wearing underwear with a french tickler built in.discovery #4879: i can make potatoes in a pan all by myself. it took a lot of butter and some sharp objects, but the result was almost like real food! for a minute i forgot i was in college. thank you, potatoes, for cooperating. i just hope the potato was still good, as it had been in my fridge for...probably longer than it should have been. so really, i won't be able to tell if this was a success or not until a few hours from now when i know whether or not the potato killed me, gave me a rare skin disease, or made all my neurons fire in the wrong directions. perhaps shall update again in about four hours to either assure everyone that i'm fine or announce that i won't be able to livejournal from the hospital.i don't think my brain wants to process poetry anymore. i tried to read some today and it just didn't work. all those line breaks...?it hailed today.

sad picture of girl getting bitter

i think if i ever become famous, i'm going to start writing really badly so no one will believe it's me.actually i'm not sure i know how to write well anyway.fact: graham coxon's daughter's name is pepper. this is the cutest thing in the entire fucking world. she is five. and her dad is graham motherfucking coxon. i can't help but picture this wee girl in a red dress trying on her dad's glasses. sickeningly cute. end fact.i woke up dying at about 5.30, really shaky and dry. i almost had to crawl to the sink for a glass of water. before now i had no idea how agonizing it was to stand in front of the faucet and wash a glass, soap and sponge, knowing that in order to survive another twelve seconds you're going to need some of that cloudy tap water.i applied at a coffeeshop in southeast yesterday via craigslist, and i fink i'm going to go on an adventure today and go there to fill out an application. i live in southwest; i have to go across the river to get there. it'll be fun. i'll get lost.i kind if hate it when someone gives me a mix cd and doesn't include the tracklisting.p.s. wtf i love adam green so much.

idea of the derangement of the senses

todayiwenttoeveryday musicand dammit i spent two dollars on a penderecki tape.and i got kind of hit on? but not reallyhow are you?fine, how are you?he was nervous and my clavicles started to singfine.are you sure?...yes?and we laugh and the tape laughs and the i tell him not to look at the photo on my debit card because it's so horrible and i have curly hair.you hate it because you have curly hair?and because i'm so...blonde.and we laugh and thei sign the receipt and leave!he smiled too much and i got reallyi got really young.i found a book by philip glass and died in the aisle then i purposely sat next to what was probably the most adorable probably high school boy ever reading rimbaud i think i'm a pedophile.but I'M ONLY TWELVE right?

this mor...

this morning was hilarious. apparently i thought about the definition of music in my sleep...? as i don't really remember any major brain activity last night between listening to penderecki and going to bed.so i woke up to the most terrible banging and drilling sounds of all time. i was still asleep enough, i guess, for my brain to go "...but isn't this music? you should really try to enjoy it." after a few minutes i become conscious enough to realise that the sounds of construction work just on the other side of my ceiling are actually fucking annoying, that i really hate them and am ready for them to stop. then i regain my normal daylight sanity and realise how funny my brain is.edited this post in martenot to include an awesome article from the nme.i went out and bought food and picked up and turned in job applications because if i don't get one soon, my parents are going to cut me off! excitement!...i don't have any good stories today.

takes days for granted

i don't think i can make it to the radiohead lecture at osu tomorrow unless i have somewhere to stay overnight.sadface.lectures about the art and music of radiohead > just about everything else that goes on in college, i'm sure.boring stuff:i applied online for a job at walgreen's (why?) and just got a voicemail from them. when i called back: "mrs. whatsherface is in a meeting right now, but she can get back to you in about...forty five minutes?" okay great! walgreen's is a little far, but...paying job! maybe! hopefully! i hate interviews! i choked on my foot in the last one i had! awesome!i'm also about to apply at the body shop, since they're opening a new one in lloyd center. i still need to get an application for kpsu. and maybe for the ramp program.the thought of being a healthy, productive member of society frightens me.i also have a date tomorrow? and sunday? am i okay? is my skin still attached? is my brain still intact?

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AUDIOSCROBBLER IS GHEY.i kind of hate having something keep track of what i listen to. i always feel like i need to even out my music tastes, to remind myself and everyone else that i love the velvet underground just (almost?) as much as i love radiohead.thom yorke on "kid a": The lyrics are absolutely brutal and horrible and I wouldn't be able to sing them straight. But talking them and having them vocodered through Johnny's Ondes Martenot, so that I wasn't even responsible for the melody...that was great, it felt like you're not answering to this thing. kdl;dp93ywjn,v;posiqow i read that last night and it's PROBABLY THE COOLEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD.can i die now? how is this band so good?cat made a pimpass mp3 blog: colaplay, named after the BEST TYPO EVER.so i bought this bag of sugar snap peas at safeway, and usually, sugar snap peas = awesome, right? but most of these are kind of gross-looking and it makes me make this face ;_;i ran into elena today and we sat in the massage chairs at--...the store with the massage chairs.

birth

-another minute and twenty five seconds of new tears material!-NME TO WED BABYSHAMBLES-i could stay up all night reading this stuff.when did classical music get so interesting.speaking of which.guess what.at 3am i decided to start an mp3 blog.martenot.czech it.please?that's all.

baby livejournal

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