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teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1100424233347747342004-11-14T01:09:00.000-08:002004-11-14T01:23:53.346-08:00

Alright, so maybe a month ago I ended up hiking Lookout Mountain while wearing flip-flops and a sarong. And it was this pair of sandals that I've had for maybe 6 years that are totally worn out and don't really have much shoe to them anymore. And please, don't ask why I ended up doing this; it really sounded like a good idea at the time. I don't regret it at all. Anyway, so afterwards I had

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1100331218001153252004-11-12T23:15:00.000-08:002004-11-12T23:33:38.000-08:00

Oh, how absolutely delightful I found this movie. I mean, come on: Colin Firth and Hugh Grant fighting (again) in a pond in front of Parliment. While The Darkness' "I Believe In A Thing Called Love" is playing in the background. Admittedly, a mediocre song, but a perfect fight song for pansy but incredibly sexy British men. I'll spare you the review and just tell the girls that read this to

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1100316248398652932004-11-12T18:51:00.000-08:002004-11-12T19:24:08.396-08:00

The car which I have babied to death could very well be sick. The car, which every morning, every time I got into it, I would think about how much I love it, has decided that its engine light should turn on. Whether or not this is a decisive move against me I don't know. I do know that my dad is rather inexperienced with German cars, so our solitary option is to take it to the local VW mechanic

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1100133631921547402004-11-10T16:28:00.000-08:002004-11-10T16:40:31.923-08:00

When things start to take shape, it gives me an accomplished feeling, even though nothing has been cemented. It appears as though process is what I'm truly into. After about a week of tracking down various applications and finishing up some research, I let my counselor in on what exactly my plans for college were. This pretty much means that the cliched ball has started rolling. I've got five

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1099886605051676382004-11-07T19:35:00.000-08:002004-11-07T20:03:25.053-08:00

A question my mother asked me earlier. I told her that I really didn't know. I told her that I liked driving my car, that it made me happy no matter what was going on. I could hop in the sexy Jetta and be calmed down after driving a few miles. The more I think about it, though, I'm not happy with my life. No tonight, anyway. The love of my life dumped me flat on my ass. I'm slaving away my

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1099872947462518832004-11-07T16:12:00.000-08:002004-11-07T16:15:47.463-08:00

I found my dream school, I think. At this point, I'm determined to make it work, no matter the tuition or parental resistance to it. Just... wow. Whitman looks so cool. I'm happy I found it.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1099803067090034452004-11-06T20:31:00.000-08:002004-11-06T20:54:40.463-08:00

Tonight, I feel sort of... no, extremely, like a bitch. Let me explain. James Joyce is haunting me. Seriously. But I'm thinking that yknow, maybe the guy had a point about this whole epiphany thing. Confusing and altogether painful stream of consciousness aside, I'm really starting to see what he was talking about in A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man. My great grandmother died ten years

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1099747147091168142004-11-06T05:18:00.000-08:002004-11-06T05:19:07.090-08:00

Pack up I've strayed Enough Oh, say say say Oh, say say say Wait, they don't love you like i love you Wait, they don't love you like i love you Ma-a-a-a-ps, wait! They don't love you like i love you Made off Don't stray My kind's your kind I'll stay the same Pack up Don't stray Oh, say say say Oh, say say say Wait! they don't love you like i love you Wait! they don't love you like i love you

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1099459007206964162004-11-02T21:15:00.000-08:002004-11-02T21:16:47.206-08:00

This is definitely one of those nights where thinking is getting me into trouble. JUST FUCKING HELL YARGH

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1099445343071788092004-11-02T17:12:00.000-08:002004-11-02T17:29:03.070-08:00

Ladies and gentlemen, allow me for a moment to profess the large amount of frustration which I have been victim to since last night. In 2000, I was barely old enough to understand this whole "election" thing. I was in eighth grade, going through my inevitable "punk rocker" phase, and based on this was very opposed to Bush's election. Admittedly, I was ignorant at this point, but really, what

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1099263600953259292004-10-31T14:57:00.000-08:002004-10-31T15:00:00.953-08:00

I think I figured out why I didn't want to come here today. It wasn't about anyone being here, about jealousy, any of that. It was about the sheer awkwardness of being at a LAN party and being broken up. I keep having these bizarre, completely unheard of desires to go hug him. Or kiss him. Or cuddle. The things I'm not supposed to be doing. Something's missing for me, and that's what it is.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1099198878567340692004-10-30T21:34:00.001-07:002004-10-30T22:10:37.950-07:00

--edited-- This post should've never come out. Too much angst. I'm going tomorrow. And I'm having fun. End of story. So fuck off.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1099159681225453662004-10-30T10:37:00.000-07:002004-10-30T11:08:01.226-07:00

I've been spending the last two weeks or so busting my ass writing a paper for my AP English class. Essentially, it involved signing up for a novelist (I signed up for Theodore Dreiser), reading a book (Sister Carrie, in my case) while annotating it, and doing a long, convoluted paper analyzing how this author reflected the time period which he was writing in. We had to turn in a rough draft,

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1099023132198430912004-10-28T21:11:00.000-07:002004-10-28T21:12:12.196-07:00

And then my Halloween plans go RIGHT DOWN THE FUCKING SHITTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK Die of cancer. All of you. I fucking hate myself. And you. ....why am I so scared of this?

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1098994139057114992004-10-28T13:06:00.000-07:002004-10-28T13:08:59.056-07:00

Would you rather have a person vote for Bush if they were an informed voter, or an uninformed voter blindly voting for Kerry? Answer in the comments, people!

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1098332253683254242004-10-20T21:07:00.000-07:002004-10-20T21:17:33.683-07:00

There was a really depressing blog being written about how I'm currently following the train of thought that I'm destructive to whoever I'm in a relationship with. At present, it's too hard to write and I'll maybe follow it up later. I'd just like to keep the crying to a minimum this week. For those interested, it was based on the full line that I stole the title of this blog from: "I am

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1098154280531303942004-10-18T19:27:00.001-07:002004-10-18T19:51:20.533-07:00

My life feels kind of suffocating. But today I feel alive for the first time in a while. Like many other things, who knows if that will be the case tomorrow. I'm worried I place too much stock into things I know will change upon waking. The only solution is to not be afraid. But it makes me kind of cocky and arrogant. This is a problem when you're full of self loathing already. I hate

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1098124441629125442004-10-18T11:33:00.000-07:002004-10-18T11:34:01.630-07:00

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1097903998463406212004-10-15T21:54:00.000-07:002004-10-15T22:24:48.233-07:00

I can maybe blog. There's been a lot of crap going on that I need to talk about, and only a few of those topics are things I feel alright blogging due to the involvement of others. *draws a topic out of hat* K, college it is. Which actually eerily ties into everything else, but we'll see how civil I can make this and when I end up really needing sleep. For the last month or so I've seriously

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1097625224943986602004-10-12T16:52:00.000-07:002004-10-12T16:53:44.943-07:00

Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. EWEWEWEW!

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1097473069912989472004-10-10T22:32:00.000-07:002004-10-10T22:37:49.913-07:00

So I said something about a review of the new Green Day album. Scratch that. Only about 1/3 done with my paper, and at a point of non feely nerves right now. Did some calculus in hopes of getting my writing groove back, but failed horribly once trig was thrown into the mix. Don't even get me started on physics right now. If it's supposed to relate the world and stuff in the world and what not..

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1097443079356890652004-10-10T14:15:00.000-07:002004-10-10T14:17:59.356-07:00

Am currently listening to new Green Day CD. Will write combined review/rant about how all the punk bands I grew up listening to suddenly matured after I'm pseudo done with deathy English paper. Also, too many people are hot. A problem this is.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1097120061861773022004-10-06T20:20:00.000-07:002004-10-06T20:34:21.860-07:00

K, so if you've been reading, you know that I've been having problems with the whole sleeping deal. Yesterday I got home, watched the end of Angel (Spike is on it, and Spike is hot. Thus, I watch and go through numerous pairs of panties.) and then went upstairs to take a nap so I could do homework. I usually have problems napping during the day for some reason, but I ended up sleeping for about

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1097033979108292922004-10-05T20:36:00.000-07:002004-10-05T20:39:39.110-07:00

It made my migraine and all of my body aches worse. Somehow I'm not sure if that's the point. I figure oh well, though; eventually I'll work through them. It's not like I'm doing this for instant gratification. I know going into it that it was going to take daily practice and what not for it to have any effect on the physical stuff. Mentally, some weird things happened that were kind of neat.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1096951312472737222004-10-04T21:21:00.000-07:002004-10-04T21:41:52.473-07:00

I remember there were two weeks in eighth grade where I pretended that I had mono or strept throat or something like that so that I could watch Escaflowne. It's time slot had gotten changed to nine AM or something and I was really depressed that I was missing it. Now I'm at a point where I can't take mental health days because I'm too afraid of what I'll miss. Today I *had* to. After this past

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1096867048057710212004-10-03T21:33:00.000-07:002004-10-03T22:17:28.060-07:00

In the past 24 hours I've driven approximately 150 miles. Don't get me wrong, I love driving Ein (named after the super-intelligent dog in Bebop; I figured Ein is short for Einstein who was Austrian, and Austrians and Germans are close enough, right? Besides, the Golf was shortly named Bebop anyway; names from that series fit with VWs well, apparently) but not for like, the 5 hours I had to

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1096590000879976572004-09-30T17:03:00.000-07:002004-09-30T17:21:14.743-07:00

So I've been partaking of the Holy Trilogy on DVD a lot as of late. Having my dad as, well, my dad, means that I got the super geek treatment growing up; The Hobbit as my bed time story and watching Star Wars god knows how many times. That may make it sound like I don't like it, but I really do and the trilogy is one of my favorite stories ever. But yeah, so my dad and I are big geeks, to be

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1096512181632743282004-09-29T19:28:00.000-07:002004-09-29T19:43:01.633-07:00

Hrm. I think I intended to write something all profound and the like, then I lost my train of thought because I had to do homework. That speaks in and of itself.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1096417829384537862004-09-28T17:23:00.000-07:002004-09-28T17:30:29.386-07:00

Ever have those days where the actions of people completely baffle you? The big example for me is the breakup; Tim and I are still completely fine. Good friends, bla bla bla, and yet a big shit storm erupted with other people. We were and still are chill, whereas everyone else went batshit insane over what happened and all hell broke loose. It will probably never make sense why things went down

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1096259258712972252004-09-26T21:27:00.000-07:002004-09-26T21:27:38.713-07:00

It's to dying in another's arms and why I had to try it.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1095911189951301172004-09-22T20:45:00.000-07:002004-09-22T20:46:29.950-07:00

Wow... if I was alive, like, at all, I would probably post a big fucking blog about stuff going on. As is, I am exhausted. I am also accepted to Brooks. Accepting that you're confused and will always be so is usually the way to do things. Augh shower then death kthx.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1095728979809482562004-09-20T18:08:00.000-07:002004-09-20T18:09:39.810-07:00

Hey, are you lonely? Has summer gone so slowly? We found the ground And that damage was done It's cold as you fade into the sun Where'd you go? To me? But you're alive! Well, it's only Fallen frames, they told me You stand out, it's so loud And so what if it is? It's cold as you face into the wind Where'd it go to? tonight the sun shall see its light So what if you catch me, Where would we land

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1095615459874233432004-09-19T09:50:00.000-07:002004-09-19T10:37:39.873-07:00

I've got a bit before I have to go to the library to dive head first into this massive paper I have to start working on, so I figured I might as well write something substantial on here, just to brain dump a few things going on. Cause there's a lot. I guess I'll be hearing back from Brooks by Tuesday regarding that whole admitted/not admitted thing. It's sort of scary; I sent my application out

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1095527936995826712004-09-18T10:16:00.000-07:002004-09-18T10:18:56.996-07:00

You know who your good friends are when they come prepared with Big Gulp cups for you to vomit in when you've had too much to drink. 7-11 saves the day yet again!

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1095305536644287602004-09-15T20:20:00.000-07:002004-09-15T20:32:16.643-07:00

Still haven't seen it, but I've been listening to the soundtrack a lot. It's confusing, it's beautiful, it's heartbreaking. Did I mention confusing? For all of that, though. It's perfect; I wouldn't have had Braff put any different songs on here or alter the order or anything. It feels a lot like my life, to be honest. It's all of the above, and I don't know what to make of any of it. All I

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1095220393661666722004-09-14T20:49:00.000-07:002004-09-14T20:53:13.660-07:00

I shouldn't have. Forget I did. Right now, we can't. Thus, I will continue to be calm, cool, collected, and pondering what you taste like. ...forget that last bit, please.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1095131886289284362004-09-13T20:01:00.000-07:002004-09-13T20:18:06.290-07:00

So I had a breakdown. Woohoo. It happens; I won't blame it on any certain thing, rather a combination of physical and emotional exhaustion, utter parental stupidity and nonsenscical calculus homework. I suppose part of the emotional exhaustion does in fact stem from the break up and the events which it's set into motion. Apparently my mother had "forbidden" me from seeing him until at least

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1095129395992845492004-09-13T19:35:00.000-07:002004-09-13T19:36:35.993-07:00

For the last few days I've felt like I've been on the verge of tears for no apparent reason. It's disappointing that when they finally come, that feeling is still there.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1095048699791063072004-09-12T21:11:00.000-07:002004-09-12T21:13:01.600-07:00

We were the pretentious types that would order one drink and sit around talking for hours. No doubt we annoyed the other customers, guilty of exactly what we were doing; laughing loudly, having fairly inappropriate conversations and other things that the people-whose-ideal-Saturday-night-is-sitting-around-drinking-coffee crowd is prone to do. The guy who had made our coffee that night

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1095005563423265282004-09-12T08:48:00.000-07:002004-09-12T09:12:43.423-07:00

I'm confused. I probably have every right to be. More later.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1094763226756440282004-09-09T13:35:00.000-07:002004-09-09T13:53:46.756-07:00

Stop it. To a degree, I'm somewhat responsible for starting this; I asked her a favor that I'm not sure she was aware she agreed to. See, I'm a pushover. I am a big giant softy incapable of not forgiving someone, even when they've royally fucked me over. See, I *get* what happened, now. And I'd like nothing more than to be rock bottom depressed and seethingly rampagingly angry. But I can't.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1094588090179576192004-09-07T13:00:00.000-07:002004-09-07T13:14:50.180-07:00

...aren't so possible for me. How does one go about willing throwing oneself into one? If it's on purpose does it even count? I feel like destroying myself. I feel like crushing the cute naivety that he loves so much about me, and like throwing out every article of clothing that he ever said I looked sexy in. I'd like nothing more than to fall apart, to sob for days on end, to go out and have

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1094396665886247002004-09-05T07:03:00.001-07:002004-09-05T08:04:25.886-07:00

Once upon a time where was a young girl who believed that everything in the world had potential to be good, whether it was evil or not. She full heartedly believed in the ideas of redemption, of peace, and most of all, in love; no matter what, she knew that it was there, just waiting for her. One night, at a grand occassion put on by Sir Maynard, she met a young man; throughout the performance

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1094355224055895082004-09-04T20:32:00.000-07:002004-09-04T20:33:44.056-07:00

I left that one thing there by your computer because it was the replacement for my faith in humanity/hope bracelet. I'm not sure I have any anymore.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1094320814940051382004-09-04T10:45:00.000-07:002004-09-04T11:00:14.940-07:00

Quick recap of my life: -Lying boyfriend. Who I forgave. And hugged. And cried all over (hopefully that shirt is dirty with snot! SNOT I TELL YOU!). I couldn't tell you why I forgave him. Those reasons are incomprhendable even to me. -Botched. Another. Zamboni. Assignment. Somebody remind me to Word on here as opposed to Works. Please. God, please. -A kid named TJ who graduated last year died.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1094014368319716982004-08-31T21:35:00.000-07:002004-08-31T21:52:48.320-07:00

My goal for the night was to finish at least one part of this stupid "be applied for college by Thursday" assignment; I just completed my self letter of recommendation. My ego has felt fluffed, but never have I fluffed it to this size myself. It feels like a huge chink of my life philosophy was just forfeited. For a freaking English assignment. Aside from that, it's nice to realize you're not

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1094000151233807772004-08-31T17:55:00.000-07:002004-08-31T17:55:51.233-07:00

Life sucks. I'm done trusting people or having hope/faith in anything. Woe is me. Now fuck off.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1093911103557471242004-08-30T17:08:00.000-07:002004-08-30T17:11:43.556-07:00

An American Tragedy has 814 pages. Sister Carrie has 659. Thesis, bibiliography and notes due Sept. 21st. That equates to 66 pages a night, starting tonight; about 33 per book a night. Ouch. Hopefully new car will make up for this. Hopefully I get said new car. Bebop, ho!

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1093408852500688592004-08-24T21:36:00.000-07:002004-08-24T21:40:52.500-07:00

Car breakdown: check. Sleeping on floor: check. Headache: check. Psuedo yelling match with boyfriend: check. Tons of homework: check. All around I'd say this qualifies for a bad week; yet really, I'm rather chipper. Despite the amount of homework, I'm managing it remarkably well, and things with el boyfriendiachi are really good now. The headache is slowly going away and apparently my

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1093301736560617352004-08-23T15:50:00.000-07:002004-08-23T15:55:36.560-07:00

Dear The Mdgt: Taking this oppurtunity to clarify that help was meant much more in the being there if needed sort of sense. Taking no iniative to "help" as defined in your memo. Am on call for assitance in the orgasmic/cuddling/fun department. That is all. Sincerely, Teej CEO of Kittens Are Good Fun And You Should Be Inclined to Agree Lest Pain.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1093238795281558312004-08-22T21:59:00.000-07:002004-08-22T22:29:40.103-07:00

It was never about Mindcircus in the mountains on a cliff with a full moon and a sky full of stars; it was never about any of the ideal shit that I kept trying to convince myself of. What it was, and is, about is the small stuff (excuse the cliche). Like, a lot of the time, we'll be chilling, and one of us will say something and it'll turn into this humorous exchange between us, and I get this

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1092976881180476352004-08-19T21:37:00.000-07:002004-08-19T21:41:21.180-07:00

The least you could do is lie to me. Ignorance isn't always bad, yknow.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1092510458815510332004-08-14T12:06:00.000-07:002004-08-14T12:07:38.816-07:00

I woke up LA Then I went to sleep I saw so many things I know that you saw too I walked a thousand miles In clothes that children made I felt so many things I know that you felt too Please forgive me, you know I lost my mind Please forgive me, you know I lost the time To say I love you I woke up LA Maybe it's a dream To be with those who play Dress up, make believe I flew a thousand miles On

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1092463194004242672004-08-13T22:39:00.000-07:002004-08-13T22:59:54.003-07:00

I don't know what to do. It's the exact same thing that I've yelled at him multiple times for, that I said some really icky words over tonight. Yet, in the end, I'm as clueless as he is. He's leaving. I wanted to spend what time we had left together, but I'm not sure that I'll get any after tonight. Uncertainty is comforting. Or so I tell myself. God, I love him. So bloody much. How

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1092453185147499152004-08-13T20:11:00.000-07:002004-08-13T20:13:05.146-07:00

Heard it first in Dazed and Confused. Loved it from there on out. Listened today, realized long time favorite song is eerily appropriate. Was then sad.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1092197757063026822004-08-10T20:25:00.000-07:002004-08-10T21:15:57.063-07:00

It's amazing how movie genres can be mislabeled. On the IMDB, Fight Club is labeled as a combination of drama/thriller/mystery/action. But, if you pay attention, you realize the whole damn fiasco is a fucking love story. It starts with Marla, it ends with Marla. Kill Bill Vol. 2? Action, thriller drama. This, too, is a goddamn love story. Starts with Bill's heart broken, ends with Bill's heart

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1092097271404162952004-08-09T17:12:00.000-07:002004-08-09T17:21:11.403-07:00

First off, the title of this is also the title of a song by the Killers. It's an awesome song and I reccommend people get it. The music alone makes me want to cry; it sounds bittersweet, happy and sad at the same time. I haven't heard a piece of music like this in a long time. Anyway. I registered for school today. I have crappy off hours, and I've also decided to drop AP English. My dreams

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1091990687113290662004-08-08T11:22:00.000-07:002004-08-08T11:44:47.113-07:00

Apparently stuff is deciding it should be mediocre. I mean, I can breathe, I can eat, I have all my limbs, all that sort of basic stuff. But currently I seem to be in the center of badness. I spent the weekend editing. The editing itself went remarkably well, and I must say that I'm sold on the whole movie thing, now that I've actually worked on something. This is what I want to do, dammit, and

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1091681335732292642004-08-04T21:45:00.000-07:002004-08-04T21:48:55.733-07:00

It doesn't make guys stupid, it makes their *girlfriends* stupid. Best $6 I've ever spent, I'll tell you. Cutest and most efficient dress *ever.* In other news, I have a new pursuit in life: this. Here-here, fellow Bears. A damn good salute to you all.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1091660158896206872004-08-04T16:49:00.000-07:002004-08-04T15:55:58.896-07:00

This is such total suckij that it... sucks. Okay, so I have no wit today. Big deal. I'm busy with the art stuff in the next week or so. Editing this weekend/sometime, meeting up with people whose senior pictures I'm doing after I register for school Monday. Ugh. For reiteration: After I register for school Monday./span> Sobbing commences.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1091497406246555652004-08-02T18:41:00.000-07:002004-08-02T18:43:26.246-07:00

Note to self: next time a bbq is scheduled that will be attended mostly by people that graduated together and are in college, do not attend. Feelings of lonliness, depression and negligence are incredibly common side effects. Just drop the boyfriend off and fucking leave.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1091465811970544302004-08-02T09:36:00.000-07:002004-08-02T10:18:50.440-07:00

I had much fun at the Renfest. After I was royally spoiled, my boobs no longer felt inferior to those which had bodices lovingly giving them mass amounts of cleavage, for I had lots of cleavage. The boobs were happy, thus, all were happy. Also due to the spoil-teej-campaign 2004, I got the most bitching puzzle ring in all of existence. It is pretty, frustrating and only the people that made it,

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1091341198109562332004-07-31T23:18:00.000-07:002004-07-31T23:19:58.110-07:00

Where do we go from here? Why is the path unclear? When we know home is near Understand We'll go hand in hand But we'll walk alone in fear

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1090990294265815792004-07-27T21:48:00.000-07:002004-07-27T21:51:34.266-07:00

I don't have to go to bed for about an hour, so I figured I'd ramble off a bit so as to tire myself out and thus sleep better since I need to get up hellishly early for a day in the summer. Horrah run-on sentences. Run-on and punction lacking as that sentence may be, it doesn't make me any more pleased with this needing to "wake up" at 8am tomorrow. You know, I could very well *still* be in the

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1090823232314549632004-07-25T23:01:00.000-07:002004-07-25T23:27:12.316-07:00

Once upon a time, there was a man named Maslow. He was from some country and was born in some year and bla bla bla. His life is unimportant. What is important is that eventually, he came up with a theory explaining human motivation which came to be called, you guessed it, Maslow's Hierarchy of Need. It's outlined pretty accurately here. When I first learned about it something didn't bode right

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1090733281755765682004-07-24T21:47:00.000-07:002004-07-24T22:28:01.756-07:00

Explicit scenery, but the lyrics are tender. Rolling skies, hills blue as your eyes and as far as the clouds can see. But can't you? A bee, I mean. It stings, but it's bark is much worse-- --harsh on ears, leaves its' mark with you. Like audible vampires drawing your blood they suck you dry. Like me. Eggshell carton hollow. The yolks abandoned the white and likes its' new freedom.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1090704609772317922004-07-24T14:29:00.000-07:002004-07-24T14:30:09.773-07:00

Sometimes what we do to avoid hurting someone backfires right at us.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1090650317401225432004-07-23T23:23:00.000-07:002004-07-23T23:25:17.403-07:00

My cat tried to run away today. Again. I was very, very close to making my ex-boyfriend's drunken mother buy me a kitten that looked exactly like my kitty now. Really, just because I wanted to name the kitten Baby, the Redux: Eletric Boogaloo. That's not a cruel name for a kitten, is it? I'ma curl up with my kitty and sleep now. Good riddance to people who are incapable of closing

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1090633960390868182004-07-23T18:45:00.000-07:002004-07-23T18:52:40.390-07:00

Show me how you do that trick The one that makes me scream, she said The one that makes me laugh, she said And threw her arms around my neck Show me how you do it And I promise you I promise that I'll run away with you I'll run away with you Spinning on that dizzy edge I kissed her face and kissed her head And dreamed of all the different ways I had To make her glow Why

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1090536882970292442004-07-22T15:44:00.000-07:002004-07-22T15:54:42.970-07:00

*hums* *dances* *sings* Got this reply: Hi Tiffany, I received your transcript and you will be fine. The change in your grades is dramatic. Junior year looks fantastic. I will mail you the application. Have a great weekend, Margret That would be from the admissions officer, btw. *dances some more*

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1090520635387336752004-07-22T11:05:00.000-07:002004-07-22T11:23:55.386-07:00

I've been looking into Japanese classes at local schools. Best thing I've found so far is this program at DU called Early Experiences, where high school students attend college classes and only have to pay half the tuition. The only problem thus far has been that you need a 3.0 GPA. But currently, my transcripts were just faxed to the admissions office and I told them my ACT score (to which they

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1090214766757445892004-07-18T22:23:00.000-07:002004-07-18T22:32:34.806-07:00

I'm so fucking terrified right now. Hell. "Fucking terrified" is an understatement. Say you're happy now, Once more with feeling.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1089837058581552072004-07-14T13:28:00.000-07:002004-07-14T13:30:58.580-07:00

So it *has* been confirmed and I'm going to cry now. They'll have a child and it'll be like the ubermensch of film. Well, I'm screwed now. Get thee to a... buisness school!

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1089836719329342472004-07-14T13:19:00.000-07:002004-07-14T13:25:19.330-07:00

Amendment to ban gay marriage doesn't even get majority *dance dance dance* However, this angered me: Still, Republicans have vowed that they will make same-sex marriage a political issue. Can they just let people get married to whoever they want, already?! There are vaginas for a reason: the owner can put whatever the hell they damn well please in it. Pensises? The respective owner can put

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1089705977685238792004-07-13T00:42:00.000-07:002004-07-13T01:06:17.686-07:00

(This is the last one before I sleep, promise.) I've been groggy most of tonight. Lately I sort of have this phase where I'm not awake enough to really converse with people but I can't quite sleep yet, and I also avoid making major decisions and operating heavy machinery. This also means that my judgment level is kind of at a low, I suppose, and it led to something strange-but-in-a-good-way

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1089697175265053882004-07-12T22:30:00.000-07:002004-07-12T22:39:35.266-07:00

If I know anything about the few people who read my blog, they're the type to sign this. I hate that, essentially, politicians are attempting to dictate who you can and cannot love. If they're the good natured Christians that they're attempting to project themselves as, wouldn't they recognize that love is a universal emotion? Who cares about what fits where or any of that crap, it shouldn't be

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1089676248704717222004-07-12T16:40:00.000-07:002004-07-12T16:50:48.706-07:00

Aside from being a neat DDR song based on Gradius, the greatest shooter ever, the burning heat weatherwise is currently killing me. My car, my room, my house in general is a scalding pit of death which I want nothing to do with. Oh, it's rather nice at night, but during the day I am a constantly sweating ball of discomfort and irritation. Just to think my parents keep recommending I go to

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1089439922186238132004-07-09T23:11:00.000-07:002004-07-09T23:12:02.186-07:00

"I'm really glad I came here, you know? I've been all wrongheaded about this. Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else. I want Dru back, I've just gotta be the man I was, the man she loved. I'm gonna do what I shoulda done in the first place: I'll find her, wherever she is, tie her up, torture her until she likes me again. Love's a funny thing." -Spike

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1089349927270355562004-07-08T21:57:00.000-07:002004-07-08T22:12:07.270-07:00

I'm not sure I can write the blog I want to right now. Thus, you get a link to the lyrics of the song that sort of set me on the path to writing it, even though I couldn't get it out. I'm sure reading them won't make any sense to anyone, and hearing it will only lessen my reader's faith in my musical taste. But right now, for some reason, it's making that weird sort of sense that I need it to.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1089348948613892132004-07-08T21:48:00.000-07:002004-07-08T21:56:23.346-07:00

Wanna know why Joss Whedon kicks so much ass? He openly acknowledges that his fanbase is comprised mostly of a bunch of geeks. For example: in an about.com interview regarding the ending of Buffy, he was asked what his fans should do with their extra hour. His reply? Write fanfiction. And oh boy, did they; there are nearly 28,000 stories up at fanfiction.net (though it's admittedly a highly

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1089172634069120522004-07-06T20:55:00.000-07:002004-07-06T20:57:14.070-07:00

Maybe in the end, we're all just helpless little Pingus walking unknowlingly off a cliff into the spiked club of a vicious yeti. In a way, it's comforting.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1089008241086010542004-07-04T22:53:00.000-07:002004-07-04T23:17:21.086-07:00

Last year, the 4th served as a pivotal bad point in my life, with small stupid arguments and whatnot being the catalyst for negative things. This time around, I've realized a few things, however, and most of them are positive from certain perspectives, while some are so in general. One of those is that I so didn't realize exactly how much I missed Cecil. I spent most of today with him, whether

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1088831581260082272004-07-02T22:12:00.000-07:002004-07-02T22:13:01.260-07:00

Little things like "goodbye, superhotness" should never make one feel so tingly and happy. Oh well. Whatever.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1088485512748984052004-06-28T21:36:00.000-07:002004-06-28T22:05:12.750-07:00

A few months after my mother and I moved out of the apartment, we ended up going back to pick up somethings. My mom didn't let me go in and see my dad, since if I even stepped foot on the property social services could use it as a basis to put me into foster care. That was a battle my mom had already fought and wasn't about to dive back into head first. So I waited in the way while my mom went

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1088474951667950362004-06-28T19:06:00.000-07:002004-06-28T19:09:11.666-07:00

the reccomended dosage for Excedrin. I'm sure this isn't a good thing. What's even worse is that the headache still isn't gone. And even worse than that, if can be so? The fact that I'm reasonably sure this is completely self inflicted. I'm so bad with the irrational-feelings-I-know-I-shouldn't-be-feeling-but-do-anyway. Yep, that's me. One mediocre of the line teej, comes deluxe with bullshit

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1088214352051237212004-06-25T18:30:00.000-07:002004-06-25T18:45:52.053-07:00

bla bla bla angst angst angst curse all bottle caps to death.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1088145295795744862004-06-24T23:13:00.000-07:002004-06-24T23:34:55.796-07:00

A year ago this August marks the anniversary of the first time I've gone swimming without a t-shirt on over my bathing suit. To some of you, no doubt this sounds lame, and truthfully it kind of is. But to little old me, it makes lotsa sense. See, I've always been of the opinion that, sure yeah, I'm cute... when I'm wearing clothes. I like clothes and can at least pretend I have some shred of

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1087880952539564182004-06-21T22:00:00.000-07:002004-06-21T22:09:12.540-07:00

I suppose if things made sense, then all things would be boring. But this is grating on my nerves. So I decided I would blog about it and ask for advice in that little commenty thing you see down there. So... after you read this, help. Anyway, so I went to a mini-DDR tournament tonight. There was a lot of good competition, and I was promptly smacked down; a crude awakening to start practicing

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1087599225012310452004-06-18T15:53:00.000-07:002004-06-18T15:53:45.013-07:00

Take one part NC-17 fanfic and one part Maynard. Toss in one boyfriend to seduce and enjoy.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1087447130165868722004-06-16T21:17:00.000-07:002004-06-16T21:38:50.166-07:00

Ugh. Uuuuuuuugh. Uggggggggh. Yes, those are three different sounds. Caveman dialect, if I recall correctly. Note the differing lengths among vowel and constanant sounds. Yeah, you know what I'm talking about. Okay, so if you can't notice, my digression into caveman speak=not good! I'm really... tired and depressed and frustraty. The whole employment thing is pointless. Absolutely pointless.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1087352193924867902004-06-15T19:11:00.000-07:002004-06-15T19:16:33.923-07:00

Summer doesn't like me, apparently. Oh, it likes me more than spring ever did, but that still doesn't mean it's fond in any amount. It maybe could be my allergies, but it doesn't feel like it. I think I've got something, but I'm utterly clueless as to what it is. I can't move for hours after I wake up; if I try to stand I see lots of spots and get dizzy really quickly. I've headaches all of a

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1087279033113730932004-06-14T22:52:00.000-07:002004-06-14T22:57:13.113-07:00

I just finished writing up the concept for the video. It only took me about 3 1/2 hours. This is the first thing that I've had intentions to film and have actually finished. Ever. I always started other things but abandoned them eventually. This one... I finished. And even made pretty. I was expecting a literal all nighter, but I went through the same thing I went through when I did the AMV: it

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1087270606769446842004-06-14T20:28:00.000-07:002004-06-14T20:36:46.770-07:00

Mike Doughty has inspired me, has given me an idea. Which has, in turn, resulted in a huge shift towards me wanting to be productive. So, until I get a job, I will occupy my time with daunting quest of employment, but also with things I've neglected this far into the summer. I'm rather excited to have a roll of film developed; while in TourismHell (tm) I took many portraits of people, the first

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1087251561086414342004-06-14T14:47:00.000-07:002004-06-14T15:19:21.086-07:00

In the midst of a killer headache, I've beeen kicking myself mentally all day. I've finally gotten through the "oh shit I fucked up and I'll take absolutely all the blame and contemplate suicide" phase and have gone onto the "oh shit I fucked up and should think about it rationally" phase, which I'm still currently in. There's a line between helplessness over mistakes and proactiveness over

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1087107691474108492004-06-12T23:20:00.000-07:002004-06-12T23:21:31.476-07:00

It's funny when I think I've come to a giant conclusion about my life, then just realize that I'm probably PMSing. Actually... it's more depressing than it is funny. Oh well.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1087014224110148132004-06-11T20:46:00.000-07:002004-06-11T21:23:44.110-07:00

I've been watching lots of movies lately. Really, I have no objection with this, and I've finally the time to watch all the chick flicks I didn't get to before, like Mona Lisa Smile and Love Actually. MLS was good if only on the basis that the main character was a bohemian art history teacher. Let's look at that again: Bohemian. Art history teacher. How could I not like it if not on that

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1086842760658372262004-06-09T21:39:00.000-07:002004-06-09T21:46:00.660-07:00

If you'll ever so kindly ignore all the adds and what not splattered all over this page: Heh. Hehe. Heeeeeehehehehe. Okay, so like, for some ungodly reason, this song has cruelly implanted itself in my brain. For all eternity. Doughty's nasally but oh so sexy voice will not leave me alone. It simply refuses to. And just.. oh.my.god. Who can write lyrics like that? Just just just just just.

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1086831865073962252004-06-09T17:59:00.000-07:002004-06-09T18:47:41.773-07:00

Seattle Film Institute. Strictly film, so like... no Japanese lang/hist stuff. Film school listing... Handy, but like I mentioned, I definitely want a school I could do all 3 of my majors/minors at. Apparently there are 2 film schools in Japan, but I don't seem to be able to find their websites :( This was looking promising. Plus, man, freaking Mardi Gras! Alas, they offer no Japanese :(

teejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404893531218117040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491705.post-1086819096363723412004-06-09T15:11:00.000-07:002004-06-09T15:11:36.363-07:00

;)

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