i feel the earth move under my feet i feel the sky come running down, come running down...i am strong, i am invincible...i am woman! dont want to be an american idiot, one nation ruled by the media...i'm not a part of a redneck agenda...and i cant call you baby anymore, eleanor...stacy's mom has got it going on...she's all i want and i've waited for so long...i could tell she liked me by the way she stared, and the way she said 'you missed a spot over there.' she's got a serrated edge that she moves back and forth, it's a simple machine, she doesnt have to use force and when she gets what she wants she puts the rest on a shelf in a ziploc bag in the freezer...stick shifts, safety belts, bucket seats have all got to go...a lot of good cars are japanese but when i'm riding in my car i need my baby close to me...i want a girl with a short skirt and long jacket...with fingernails that shine like justice...if i live til i'm 102, i just dont think i'll ever get over you...blue eyes, you are all that i need, the song that i sing...will you still love me tomorrow? no. the only living boy in new york...let go, let go...what are you waiting for? it's alright, there is beauty in the breakdown...and i have to speculate that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay...we will see them waving from such great heights, 'come down now' we'll say but everything looks perfect from far away...i'd rather feel the pain all too familiar than be broken by a lover i dont understand, you know i've been unfaithful, lovers in lines, one hundred other lovers, worse, one hundred other altars...the only boy who could ever reach me was the son of a preacher man, being good isnt always easy, no matter how hard i try, when i hear him sweet talking to me, trying to tell me everything is alright, the sweet-talkin' son of a preacher man...and every little thing she does is magic, everything she does just turns me on...bang bang, you shot me down, bang bang that awful sound, bang bang, i hit the ground, bang bang, my baby shot me down...
carole king, green day, low millions, fountains of wayne, cake, ?, ?, ?, simon and garfunkel, frou frou, iron and wine, jars of clay, ?, the police, nancy sinatra
10.23.2004
10.18.2004
what haunts my brain
In times of severe busy-ness (how annoying is it that you have to spell it that way because otherwise it says ‘business?’) I often find that the best way to write is to make lists or bullet points...thus I have decided to make this entry in such a fashion.
Amount of toilet paper I used today to blow my nose: one whole roll
albums of the month that I am now almost getting tired of but they are great: garden state soundtrack and low millions, ‘ex-girlfriends’
best advice received recently: always wear a scowl and carry a clipboard while outside of office at work (from dave and wil, fellow chalk artists)
best love advice received recently: always make sure you’re getting bells, whistles, and bugles and a little bit of water each day (orville roth, coolest company president and wise old man ever)
worst movie seen recently and movie I have gotten the most flack ever for criticizing: ladder 49
stupidest thing I did this week while bored and annoyed: threw a hula hoop onto a roof (yes, i retrieved it)
amount of books I want to read but don’t have time: too many to count
ok, enough with that. I’ve been living at the dixon’s and working at roth’s for a month now and they are both going splendidly. It is so nice to have a job that I like, making art, and to live somewhere in which I am completely comfortable. Last night shanna and I had a "how’s this arrangement working out" talk and she said her and david felt great about it. This made me very happy, as I tend to fear that people are going to say something bad about me at such times. Like, "hey liz...david and I were talking and we want you to GET THE HELL OUT!" irrational, I know, but such is life inside of my brain.
The area of discontent that is giving me the most trouble lately (besides the obvious one that always seems to top my chart, love and guys) is finding a church that I like and can be a part of. It is not an easy task! So if you read this, pray that I will find one soon. I know I need the support, I have recently been mentally struggling with something I never thought I would struggle with...but such is life in the real world, where you face real temptation. In a way I like the idea that no one is immune to any form of temptation...it’s a reminder to be careful and not assume a certain struggle could never touch you. It’s also another fight between feeling guilty and trusting God even in times of apparent sinfulness...yikes, it can get so confusing at times.
without you, I’ve been standing ‘round here like a statue...laying on the floor thinking about you...I talk to myself like the crazies do...otherwise I’m great...what about you? – low millions
Amount of toilet paper I used today to blow my nose: one whole roll
albums of the month that I am now almost getting tired of but they are great: garden state soundtrack and low millions, ‘ex-girlfriends’
best advice received recently: always wear a scowl and carry a clipboard while outside of office at work (from dave and wil, fellow chalk artists)
best love advice received recently: always make sure you’re getting bells, whistles, and bugles and a little bit of water each day (orville roth, coolest company president and wise old man ever)
worst movie seen recently and movie I have gotten the most flack ever for criticizing: ladder 49
stupidest thing I did this week while bored and annoyed: threw a hula hoop onto a roof (yes, i retrieved it)
amount of books I want to read but don’t have time: too many to count
ok, enough with that. I’ve been living at the dixon’s and working at roth’s for a month now and they are both going splendidly. It is so nice to have a job that I like, making art, and to live somewhere in which I am completely comfortable. Last night shanna and I had a "how’s this arrangement working out" talk and she said her and david felt great about it. This made me very happy, as I tend to fear that people are going to say something bad about me at such times. Like, "hey liz...david and I were talking and we want you to GET THE HELL OUT!" irrational, I know, but such is life inside of my brain.
The area of discontent that is giving me the most trouble lately (besides the obvious one that always seems to top my chart, love and guys) is finding a church that I like and can be a part of. It is not an easy task! So if you read this, pray that I will find one soon. I know I need the support, I have recently been mentally struggling with something I never thought I would struggle with...but such is life in the real world, where you face real temptation. In a way I like the idea that no one is immune to any form of temptation...it’s a reminder to be careful and not assume a certain struggle could never touch you. It’s also another fight between feeling guilty and trusting God even in times of apparent sinfulness...yikes, it can get so confusing at times.
without you, I’ve been standing ‘round here like a statue...laying on the floor thinking about you...I talk to myself like the crazies do...otherwise I’m great...what about you? – low millions
10.06.2004
human sign factory
work is kicking my ass! i am a chalk art machine! those two sentences pretty much sum up my life as of late. we're trying to make like a million signs before the grand reopening next wednesday, so it is brutal. after that, things should be much more normal. needless to say, many a good blog entry has been lost to the brutality of being a workaholic. i've been thinking of adding a 'pet peeve of the day' feature to the occasional blog entry, and here are a few that would have shown up recently had i still been a pathetic, unemployed loser. 1. local cross country runners 2.huge families with balloons in shoe stores 3. people who think artists should work in silence. perhaps i shall elaborate on some of those later, for now i must go to sleep so that i can wake up early tomorrow feeling like death. did i mention i'm not a morning person?
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