I wonder if anyone would care if I took this plate infront of me and threw it away. Would anyone notice? Would anyone care?

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@ 8/15/2002 02:17:50 PM
I was raised to belive in the mighty and good. The light overcomes the dark. Good overcomes evil. In our own minds though, aren't we always in the right? How can we ever lose?

In a seperate and sort of weird note, here, http://www.thestranger.com/current/underage.html.

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@ 7/23/2002 04:09:27 AM
dancing like perfect little marionettes (controlled my 100 million years of evolution)
I feel a little like this (this is alright)

1

and a little like this (this is not alright, but it's something)

2

But mostly I feel well. I'm getting through the days, and for the most part, I'm enjoying myself. Less worrying more playing.

Taking some time away from the Seattle life I went and visited an old friend who lives in Idaho. Peaceful. Relaxing. A lot of stars to explore. On my return my housemate said I looked happier, and truthfully, I'm happier than I've ever been.

I'm starting to create collages again. I keep giving them away before I can scan them. Maybe I'll track some of them down so I can have a copy. I made a patriotic one for my friend Cameron, and I'm currently working on one with people worshipping a sun. Everytime I go to ValueVillage I look for frames I can use to put stuff in. Ahh, the life of an art student during summer vacation. These pieces don't need to make sense, they don't need to be good, they just need to be fun. Wasting time away until school starts. My housemate started school during the summer, and I wish I would have done the same. I miss the school work, the deadlines, the people, and mostly, the motivation.

Cause gravities got its eyes on me
One day at a time
It's gonna flatten this whole fucking world
And you don't know nothing which you can't see

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@ 6/27/2002 01:23:06 AM
the walrus and the carpenter
My boss told me today that she might switch around the soups that correspond with the days of the week, except for clam chowder. I inquired why not move clam chowder off of fridays? Maybe we could make sunday "Clam Chowder Sundays." She said, "nah, friday is just a clam chowder type of day."

Dejected I spent the rest of the day trying to become ambidextrous. I've been trying to do everything left-handed lately, and it's been paying off. I can now cook an egg-sandwich flawlessly without using my right arm. You have to be prepared you know. I mean, what happens if you lose your right arm? All you other suckas would be fucked. Unless of course you're already left handed...damn you left handed freaks.

My days have been filled with good times and good friends. Yet, I feel as if something is missing from this equation. Maybe it's because all my other friends are hopelessly in love (or pretend to be while I'm around). But I won't dwell because like a well placed hallucination, if I ignore it, it'll probably start melting. Or so they say.

I'm sweating right now. I've been sleeping naked lately because of the heat, which wouldn't normally be anything to write about, but I always feel sort of weird sleeping naked in my new room. Maybe it's because the window blinds don't work.

And working. Dear god, working. 40 hours a week. I don't understand how people can live this way. I get ready to breathe and they kick the shit out of my again. I've been sleeping at work. It doesn't help much, but at least it makes the days go by faster.

They say tv is the great time waster of our generation. I say it's sleep, as it has been since sleep was invented back in the 50s.

This is my cue ladies and germs.

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@ 6/19/2002 12:10:43 AM
This is when fogs enter your window
algernod19: isn't it weird
algernod19: how when people get older
algernod19: and move out of the house
algernod19: they're really only upgrading the size of their room. Their own little private size is now quadropled
algernod19: our whole lives
algernod19: I think
algernod19: we're only trying to become more and more independent
algernod19: we work our whole lives
algernod19: only to retire
algernod19: and finally
algernod19: FINALLY god damnit
algernod19: we have enough money to do what we really want
sixtysixpromises: haha
sixtysixpromises: yes.
sixtysixpromises: this is true.
algernod19: hell
algernod19: from when we'
algernod19: re conceived
algernod19: we're trying to break out of that confined spot
algernod19: and be in a more open world, not being in the belly of another
algernod19: as we rip
algernod19: out of the uterus
algernod19: anywho
algernod19: I've been listening to a lot of jeff buckley lately

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@ 6/18/2002 02:43:28 PM
you dont' want to be there
Little old lady, sitting in your car, all by yourself, starring off into nothingness, your skin is melting, your days are shortening, why are you here, wait in the car little old lady, don't worry, we'll crack the window so you can breathe, so you can live, but just so you know, we're not making any promises.

My friend Rebeka (hot hippie girl) invited me to come to Idaho in july. I know it's only Idaho, but I'm still pretty excited. It will give me an excuse to miss some work, and more importantly, an excuse to get away from my routine.

So let me get this straight, you want to dress like hindu gods and eat some mushrooms? Alright, may as well, but I get to be Ganesh.

And so on.

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@ 6/18/2002 03:31:02 AM
a new angel
Myself, adam, erica, and nathaniel went romping about seattle tonight in search of goodtimes.

We found our fun at Sunset bowl. Suprisingly, the bowling alley was packed at 1 am. Don't these people have anything better to do with their time than bowl?

So I'm bidding on some bowling shoes off ebay. I hope I win them...damn...up to 10 dollars...too rich for my blood.

I keep thinking of grand ideas and thoughts to write in my journals, but I usually forget them before I can get to a computer. I need to start carrying around a little journal where I can take notes for my other journal.

Life is just a punchline they won't let you you in on.

I'm a rabit in your headlights. And stuff.

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@ 6/4/2002 12:13:27 AM
post post post
Battling bouts of the nothings gets old really fast. Friends are temporarily departing. One to Mississippi, one to Texas, one to depression, one to love.

And I'm just sitting around listening to PJ Harvey wondering about the nature of the universe. Between sips of IBC rootbeer I find myself staring off into space. Everytime I catch myself I give my wrists a slap on the wrists. An idle mind is for an idle boy!

Oh, and, I read. It's not exactely productive, as in, I don't have anything tangible to show people that I've a-been-a-reading, but, well, I'm improving my mind, and, uhm, stuff. At least I'll have another thing to add in conversations.

I've been working on a new webpage...sort of. I'm having troubles creating something different. I want to create something that people will look at and think, "hmm, never woulda thought of that"

And that my friends is hard work.

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@ 5/22/2002 03:56:17 AM
so indie you'll never hear of me
I just ate an orange. Orange. Orange. Such a funny word.

I'm trying to look at life from a different angle, a different height, a different perspective. Can I find the beauty again? I wonder where it went. I checked under my bed but all I found were spiders.

Last year it was fleas, now it's spiders. My blood is sweet like the nectar of generic insect food. All the spider friends will soon invite all their spider friends and they'll be a great big feast on my blood. Soon the fleas will hear the commotion and find their old friend again. I can't wait for mosquito season.

I'm turning into a housewife. I baked a vegan coffee cake a couple days ago. And now I'm learning to crochet. Maybe I'll make a scarf.

Or maybe I'll make some oven mits.

Who knows.

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@ 5/16/2002 12:26:45 AM
oh hi.
They say you've lost it.
I say you've almost found it.

Things just getting more and more complex.
Last night I had a nightmare about having a nightmare. I don't really remember what the nightmare was about.

And I awoke to find myself in the shower with hot water scolding my fully clothed body. I think I was crying, but I don't remember about what. It was just a dream but I can't shake the feeling I'm missing something.

Ahh yes, the joys of slipping in and out of conciousness (or maybe the subconcious?)

Needless to say I didn't sleep very well.

On a lighter note, today has been a good day. I went on a two hour walk around my neighbor. No real destination, walking for the sake of walking.

I found a comic book and a domino.

Later I went to see A Beautiful Mind with a friend from the UW. I met her roomate, quite a pleasant young lady. We then went to go meet the rest of their clique. Ahh yes, the pleasures of meeting people you will never see again. I wonder what they thought of me.

"Oh Danielle, your friend Steve is so weird!"
"Oh Danielle, your friend Steve is so creepy!"
"Oh Danielle, your friend Steve is so insane!"
"Oh Danielle, your friend Steve is so normal!"

Who knows.

Or maybe they didn't think about me ever again.

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