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[Dec. 9th, 2009|09:50 am] |
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Omg, I took Pyewacket to the vet yesterday for an entire health check and her first shots. They clipped her crazy claws and now she's the cuddliest little baby in the world. I've been pretty sad the past few nights because she hasn't been sleeping with me. But every time I woke up last night she was either laying next to me or on top of me. And now she's sleeping on my leg.
25 hours until Tyler <3
My dad just called me to hear about how excited I am, lol
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[Dec. 7th, 2009|09:55 pm] |
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OH, HELL NO!!!
I hope my puddin' does join the air force just so
I wont be so mad every December 7
Today I skipped out on my 3rd class and went domestic shopping.
I got some of the best stuff ever. But I can't say too much because
it's all for Tyler's Christmas present.
I was at The Madonna Inn tonight and I don't think it's ever occurred to me how inspired I've been by that place over the years. Country western meets hot pink rococo pretty much sums up my soul. That place is like Disneyland Jr. in my heart.
Pyewacket is the sweetest. She's sitting on my lap right now watching me type. I'm in the mood for a really good old fashion western right now and I don't have one. The best I've got right now is East of Eden. I like this movie way better than Rebel Without a Cause, it's much more passionate.
I'm in a funny mood tonight. The kind of mood that make me want to get married, wait for my puddin' in the air force, decorate my home like a 1950's western, have kids and name them after cowboys, and go to Disneyland an awful lot. The roots of my heart are made out of traditionalism. |
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[Dec. 6th, 2009|08:32 pm] |
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Today was a really weird day at work. There were five girls, including myself, working in the back room. We somehow got on the subject of our sex lives and what we feel is normal. Then two girls admitted to being molested as children. I couldn't believe that, two out of five! It gave me such a horrible feeling to just imagine what these girls had been through psychologically at such a young age. I'm really glad I was raised by my dad. Frank can be difficult, but my safety as a child was always a top priority of his.
My legs are crossed right now and Pyewacket is sleeping right in the middle of them, it's so cute! Every time she grows a little bit I want to cry. I want her to be my little baby forever.
Only three and a half day until Tyler fo lyfe !!!!
or somethingssss like that
As soon as I have more time I'm going to dedicate myself to the study of makeup. I'm going to be 21 in less than 6 months and it's time I know what I'm doing and that I'm doing it often.
I want to know what Dita uses on her skin and eyebrows.
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[Dec. 5th, 2009|08:16 pm] |
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Today was hard. I couldn't sleep last night so Tyler read me Dorian Gray until I knocked out around 2:45am. I had to wake up at 5am to get ready for work, no bueno. When I got there we were decorating our break room for Christmas which was cool. I was in charges of bow placement. I finally got off at 2 and scoped dish drainers at Bed, Bath, and Beyond. That place is my fav. I want all the pink appliances, down comforters, 700 thread count sheets, and fluffy towels they have to offer.
I was almost too tired to drive home, it sucked. I was so happy to see Pyewacket though. I scooped her up and made her cuddle with me until we both fell asleep. Then I woke up feeling reeeeal sick. I watched this loco old movie called Random Harvest until Tyler called. Then I started going out of my head and rambling about how I wanted to decorate the whole house in pink and that real 50's shade of turquoise, lol, idk.
MMmmm, White Christmas just started!
I feel like bleaching my hair right now.
I want my camera back so bad, I think I get it in a few days.
I just want to tie a big pink ribbon on Pyewacket and take glamor shots of her.
I got my car back a few days ago, it's amazing, I can't wait to post a picture.
I want Tyler right now.
I'm in a a painting mood for the first time in about a year.
If I didn't volunteer to work another 8 hours tomorrow I would run to the hobby shop and buy all their shades of pink acrylic paint.
Dream List:
Yves Saint Laurent perfume
Chanel nail polish
Christian Louboutin heels
Pink & Dark RED Mac lipstick
pink paint and fresh canvases
soy milk
TYLER TYLER honey pie TYLER
Agent Provocateur anything, just so I can have a big pink box with black ribbon
green tea sitting next to me right now
New sheets, but not pink...I guess
another down comforter just because
a pink bicycle
TYLER
a bubble bath
pink towels
TYLER
annnnnnd Tyler |
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[Dec. 4th, 2009|12:16 am] |
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I'm going to live my life just like Scarlett O'Hara. The next time I'm faced with an important decision I'll just say WWSOD!?
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[Dec. 1st, 2009|02:44 pm] |
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Blue eyed Buck to a Green eyed Doe |
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[Nov. 30th, 2009|09:20 pm] |
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I was listening to Social Distortion in the bath tub and I feel like the 14 year old Corina would be very disappointed in me right now. I don't even own a tube of red lipstick anymore. I'm not sure about what I expected life to be like at this point but I can tell it's not what I expected. Life is really good, almost perfect actually, but it feels like something is missing. I get these strong feelings of anxiety in my gut like something isn't being fulfilled. I'm just not as good at expressing myself as I used to be.
Deciding to go to school might have a lot to do with it. I'm glad that I'm going to college; my life has been on the straight and narrow for a long time. But now I'm too busy thinking about things like Political Science and Statistics. I don't have time to take desert road trips listening to Carl Perkins and reading books about Burlesque history. San Luis Obispo isn't very inspiring either. It's beautiful here and I've been very happy but I can just tell that there's no one within a 100 mile radius that I'd like to meet. I miss the city, I'd take any city at this point. I miss seeing people who aren't afraid to look different, I miss constant night life, and I really really miss going to shows.
I hope I get into Wayne State so bad. More than anything I just want to be with Tyler. There's nothing I like more than being young and in love. Having to go weeks without seeing the person you care most about is horrible. It's better than not seeing them, but I want to have my cake and eat it too. I just want to sit in our cute little living room watching old horror movies, listening to Hank Williams, and collecting bolo ties.
Things aren't happening as fast as I wanted them to, whatever they may be, but life is good. Time is fate's way of giving us things when we're ready for them I guess.
I miss Disneyland & I miss Universal City Walk on a Saturday night. I miss staying up late and making out in alleys. I miss looking in the mirror to make sure there isn't lipstick on my teeth and drinking too much every once in a while.
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[Nov. 22nd, 2009|10:24 pm] |
puddin'
puddin'
puddin'
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[Nov. 18th, 2009|09:28 am] |
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every breathe that is in your lungs is a tiny little gift to me |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2009|02:06 pm] |
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Romanticism
Transcendentalism
Existentialism
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issm
iissm
iissmm
The only existence for me is some kind of strange hybrid pastoral rococo atmosphere...all day every day.
How can I obtain such a goal...
I found Vikki on campus. We sat under the trees and talked about things.
Jean-Honoré Fragonard
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[Nov. 2nd, 2009|10:49 am] |
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“This woman is almost always unattainable by virtue of her social status or physical distance, and by her fear of social censure; it was, paradoxically, her vary distance that lent value to the lover’s patient suffering. The lady’s worth could be increased by dispensing merce (some token of her affection) to a worthy and deserving suitor, yet the Lady who submitted too soon would be condemned.” |
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[Oct. 26th, 2009|09:59 am] |
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A virus is an organism. It infects another organism and now the new organism has a virus.
What if our feelings had cells and you could put them under the microscope the same way you could do to a virus. Science can examine all of earth’s makeup, they made an entire periodic table to keep track of all her lipsticks and perfume bottles. Two hydrogen plus one oxygen will give me water. What can I mix to make love or joy. How could I reach such a feeling and infect someone else, give them my love germs until they’re sick in the loveliest way possible. I could make a tiara of she shells for my cousin and give it to her wrapped in beautiful shades of tissue paper. I could mimic the candles in my room and melt to sleep with my boyfriend. I could have my friends for dinner and serve them in the backyard so they could have a much more beautiful view. I could just keep sitting here listening to Edith Piaf and feeling much less inured to life than I'm used to.
All we've been doing is trying to sort our feelings out. Sometimes we take breaks to look at Eyvind Earle paintings and do math homework; but everyone around me is still doing it.
hhhhhhMM, where has my ego gone
I think I want to listen to the gun club now |
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[Oct. 15th, 2009|11:00 am] |
This is what I want to be when I grow up
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