this song was SO in "lost in translation." i was kinda ashamed to know the song from the scene in the exotic dancing club. oh well. peaches is god. no, seriously.
peaches' site
awesome biography
peaches' tits
she's something like the embodiment of sex. she has a picture gallery of crotch shots on her website. the best part is that she's not buying into any of the fucking shit in our culture. no, she's NOT gorgeous. she's androgynous, she's not anorexic, and she tends not to shave her underarms. she performs in almost-undwear with dildos, for god's sake. the other day i saw her name near the top of an "ugliest indie rockers" list. i thought it was incredibly unfair. i'd do her.
OH MY GOD I JUST FOUND OUT SHE'S COMING TO MEMPHIS AGIWEHOPHAEGHAWEIOGHWE
PLEASE SOMEONE COME WITH ME TO THE SHOW.
AWHIEWHIAEGGOPAWEHOWEGHI
listening to: peaches - i don't give a...
Monday, September 29, 2003
Sunday, September 28, 2003
(about her blog)
FalLynnStar: its pretty much...so itssunday, ive been drunk since friday. ok its tuesday, im so fucking high.
i feel a lot better than i did earlier. brock called and cheered me up. we talked about bellybuttons and those plastic kitchens that you have when you're little. i never had an easybake oven. brock was given one as a gift by his 'confused' aunt, but was not allowed to play with it. jesus look at all this psychological baggage. everyone has a lot, if you take the time to remember all that shit. i'm supposed to be working on latin right now. fuck that.
i'm SO GLAD i bought my throwing muses and pixies cds... that was my big event of the weekend, really. i found seasick by imperial teen, the glass intact by sarge, and the hissyfits cd, which are all AMAZING finds, but i wasn't sure i'd love them all. even though i could get the muses or pixies any day, they really really made my weekend better. music is my savior. and now i'm playing yet another great album...
listening to: tracy + the plastics - ain't never gonna die
FalLynnStar: its pretty much...so itssunday, ive been drunk since friday. ok its tuesday, im so fucking high.
i feel a lot better than i did earlier. brock called and cheered me up. we talked about bellybuttons and those plastic kitchens that you have when you're little. i never had an easybake oven. brock was given one as a gift by his 'confused' aunt, but was not allowed to play with it. jesus look at all this psychological baggage. everyone has a lot, if you take the time to remember all that shit. i'm supposed to be working on latin right now. fuck that.
i'm SO GLAD i bought my throwing muses and pixies cds... that was my big event of the weekend, really. i found seasick by imperial teen, the glass intact by sarge, and the hissyfits cd, which are all AMAZING finds, but i wasn't sure i'd love them all. even though i could get the muses or pixies any day, they really really made my weekend better. music is my savior. and now i'm playing yet another great album...
listening to: tracy + the plastics - ain't never gonna die
the following is a poem that brandon wrote when he was really stoned. it's made my day 10 times better, but now that brandon is gone and i have to go back to my room and my latin and my muses, i'm getting depressed again. oh well. maybe this will brighten your day.
Alanna, My Memphis
Elise tells me you've been skipping school
since you heard about John Ritter
and of course I've been meaning to call
but the phone's in the other room
and it's too damn hard to talk
to someone in mourning. Memphis,
you haven't left the mattress
in over a week and it scares
me. Memphis, it's time to brush
your teeth clean and forget.
Alanna, I'm coming back to Tennessee
and I'll meet you halfway,
the middle of your kitchen.
Remind me that I owe you a nap
in the coffee shop and I swear we won't move
till the waitress tries to kick us out
and you'll throw you hands to the ceiling
in protest and I'll hold your head to my breast
so you won't see John Ritter in the window
kissing Elise's open mouth.
Alanna, My Memphis
Elise tells me you've been skipping school
since you heard about John Ritter
and of course I've been meaning to call
but the phone's in the other room
and it's too damn hard to talk
to someone in mourning. Memphis,
you haven't left the mattress
in over a week and it scares
me. Memphis, it's time to brush
your teeth clean and forget.
Alanna, I'm coming back to Tennessee
and I'll meet you halfway,
the middle of your kitchen.
Remind me that I owe you a nap
in the coffee shop and I swear we won't move
till the waitress tries to kick us out
and you'll throw you hands to the ceiling
in protest and I'll hold your head to my breast
so you won't see John Ritter in the window
kissing Elise's open mouth.
well. throwing muses and latin are no cure for depression, i'll tell you that. kristin hersh's voice makes me feel powerful, but the words make me terribly terribly sad. and it doesn't help at all that she's crooning "baby, go back to your womb" which is what i would really like to do right now. i just want to curl up on the windowsill and die. i hate
if we got bored, we'll move to california!
i am feeling much better since my last post. i forgot how angsty i was earlier. tsk, tsk, tsk. shortly after i posted that, i watched "american beauty" while eating havardi and ritz, in between my parents on the couch. i really like that movie. i'm glad i finally saw it.
oh yeah i forgot to talk about the earlier part of my day. well. mostly i sat around. went to see "lost in translation" with my parents and brock, which was a BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL film. i REALLY recommend it, i love it and the music was good. plus i love scarlett johannson and i WISH i had her voice. mom said last saturday taht i sound like her, with my hoarse voice, which, yes, i still have. wow what a beautiful movie though. dad said he really liked the composition of shots in "american beauty" and the cinematography of it, but i was much more impressed with "lost in translation." everything was really striking and beautiful.
after the movie, brock decided he had to go home and do school work... he didn't get much done, though. surprise, surprise. after that i had the angsty/lonely/depressing part of my night. then we watched "american beauty" and everything got much better. that was a really good little film. really good and really human. ANYWAY i need to shut up about movies. and start telling you people, yet again, HOW MUCH I DESPERATELY LOVE FRANK BLACK. DEAR GOD!!! HOW DOES HE DO IT?! HOW!? I AM MARRYING THE MAN.
almost right after the movie ended, brock called me! yayyyy i love brock phone calls. we talked for about an hour and a half, i guess. the call was wonderful, but his computer has been taken away which is depressing. oh well, that will just be further reasoning for beautiful phone calls. now i'm excited. but i already miss his blog. *mourn and roses*
i've been talking to katie since i got off the phone with brock, which is really really nice because she never stays up late, and we haven't had a long conversation in a while. we are making plans to hang out next weekend! i'm really excited. i NEVER see katie. YAYYYY. everyone please come meet her.
oh yeah, i bought come on pilgrim by the pixies and limbo by throwing muses today. wee! i love new cds, and it's been awhile, and I'VE BEEN TIRED!
i wish i had cute feet.
listening to: pixies - isla de encanta
oh yeah i forgot to talk about the earlier part of my day. well. mostly i sat around. went to see "lost in translation" with my parents and brock, which was a BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL film. i REALLY recommend it, i love it and the music was good. plus i love scarlett johannson and i WISH i had her voice. mom said last saturday taht i sound like her, with my hoarse voice, which, yes, i still have. wow what a beautiful movie though. dad said he really liked the composition of shots in "american beauty" and the cinematography of it, but i was much more impressed with "lost in translation." everything was really striking and beautiful.
after the movie, brock decided he had to go home and do school work... he didn't get much done, though. surprise, surprise. after that i had the angsty/lonely/depressing part of my night. then we watched "american beauty" and everything got much better. that was a really good little film. really good and really human. ANYWAY i need to shut up about movies. and start telling you people, yet again, HOW MUCH I DESPERATELY LOVE FRANK BLACK. DEAR GOD!!! HOW DOES HE DO IT?! HOW!? I AM MARRYING THE MAN.
almost right after the movie ended, brock called me! yayyyy i love brock phone calls. we talked for about an hour and a half, i guess. the call was wonderful, but his computer has been taken away which is depressing. oh well, that will just be further reasoning for beautiful phone calls. now i'm excited. but i already miss his blog. *mourn and roses*
i've been talking to katie since i got off the phone with brock, which is really really nice because she never stays up late, and we haven't had a long conversation in a while. we are making plans to hang out next weekend! i'm really excited. i NEVER see katie. YAYYYY. everyone please come meet her.
oh yeah, i bought come on pilgrim by the pixies and limbo by throwing muses today. wee! i love new cds, and it's been awhile, and I'VE BEEN TIRED!
i wish i had cute feet.
listening to: pixies - isla de encanta
Saturday, September 27, 2003
i hate me. there were cute boys at turlte's flipping through the used section next to me. they were talking about pixies while i was looking for pixies. the one with the spongebob shirt asked the one with all the pixies albums which album "where is my mind?" is on and i wanted to answer, but i didn't. then later mom came to tell me to hurry and decide on what cds to buy because she wanted to leave. she saw the pixies on the top of my stack and told me "get that one, you love the pixies" and the pixie boy looked at me. god damn it all. i wish i could talk to people at all. i loved that they were spending their saturday night hanging out at turtle's and spending all their money on used cds. i hate myself.
on the way home, i saw one of my seasoning friends on the pay phone by the smart mart. i think it was him, anyway.
listening to: pixies - i've been tired
on the way home, i saw one of my seasoning friends on the pay phone by the smart mart. i think it was him, anyway.
listening to: pixies - i've been tired
god damn life! well i'll get there. i mostly had a really good day.
school was school. not too bad, really. chemistry is getting really complicated and i'm so lost in there suddenly. we got assigned a research paper in english today but it isn't as intimidating as it would be because there are little dates she set up for us along the way, so it's not just like she's throwing us this huge assignment and saying "bring it in december." if that was what she did... i would've killed myself. and the topics are actually interesting surprise, surprise. i'm thinking about maybe doing beat poets or the one with e.e. cummings in it. or.. well a lot of things. anyway. i need to shut up about school because i hate it. and god knows you people don't want to hear about it. oh only one more thing. i hate that i'm enjoying algebra so far. it's completely against my morals. i remember in 9th grade when i started to UNDERSTAND math finally. i got good grades and then realized that i was enjoying the actual work, even though i tried to repress it. oh well. i guess i can't change that. but what's even more depressing to me, is that i know by the end of this year, i'll HATE math again, because of how shitty this year has been guaranteed to be by everyone i know who took the class last year.
i'm really hungry. brock i don't remember how much dinner was but remind me to pay you back. and i need to pay elizabeth for gas.
after school, i dawdled around with laylee and kevin, and then with robin and russell. then i remembered that elizabeth was my ride home and ran off to find her. she wasn't out front, and i ran to the elementary parking lot. however, she doesn't park there. so i ran into kevin and laylee again, who were also with becca, william, and a couple other kids. william actually offered me a ride home, too! can you imagine the content of that trek? wow it boggles me. eoiwaohgiopiewh. he really liked my voice though. yes, i'm STILL hoarse, how sick is that?! i've decided to never get rid of the voice, so i yelled a lot today. i'm not there yet. apogwihpowaihg i hate skipping ahead. damn me. okay.
well i found elizabeth and jenny eventually. elizabeth didn't know she was supposed to be my ride, although i thought that katherine had sort of asked her for me last night when we made our post-school plans? ah well. the three of us went to jenny's and hung out for a while. it was nice. we talked, and they worked on jenny's birthday present for rocio. i called brock and we talked for a while, because it's humanly impossible for me and brock to have a short phone conversation. this is a proven fact. eventually we realized it was like 4:45, which is when katherine had planned to meet us at shelby farms to fly kites! jenny was about to leave for rocio's party, so unfortunately she could not attend. elizabeth and i picked up brock around 5. we were pretty late getting to shelby farms, but luckily katherine had not been there long either. lauren henry and jackie douglas were supposed to meet us, too, but they never showed. i had a GREAT time. i mostly filmed everyone else doing things, and i hope we get at least one good shot out of the whole thing. i did a lot of art close-ups and whatnot. it was too fun. eventually they made me fly the kite a couple times, but i don't know that i was any good at it. i guess i'll find out once i see the film. the four of us tried to do some square dancing, but it was mostly unsuccessful because my counts were faster than brock's. and we also spun. i LOVE spinning. unfortunately, brock and i never last very long because of his faucets. it's cool, i love them. also, katherine filmed brock swinging me around by the arms twice, but she didn't get our really good time. i actually prefer hug-swinging, which we did once but was also not filmed. just would be so much fun to edit it as a group some time... and make a little short about our Day. how happy.
we got really hungry, and left to go to wendy's and subway. brock had to pay for me again because i've lost my purse somewhere in this hell house. he is way too nice. i told him no, he didn't have to pay for me, but he was going to order a kid's meal for me anyway if i didn't tell him what i wanted. he's too nice to me. anyway. we ate on a median and nearly got ran down by a smiling east-memphis mother. c'est la vie. BABELFISH THAT, MOTHERFUCKERS!
we tried to go through the carwash. i have incredibly bad luck with those things. last time i tried to go through one was with mom literally years ago. we somehow got stuck before we'd even gotten into that piece of shit and scraped up our old van. it was funny as sin, but mom now hates carwashes. so the stupid thing malfunctioned and we died and then it just refused to light up at all. it was really depressing because i'd been so excited. brock and i even got into the very back seat, to watch everything better. oh well. katherine had to be home by 7, so we just left at that point. elizabeth said i moved into the front seat very gracefully. woohoo me is full of grace, yo. i decided that i should start yelling a lot so that my voice never gets unhoarse, which i mentioned earlier. so when we realized that we had caught up to katherine on walnut grove, i had to lean out the window and yell all kinds of sporadic shit at her for like 5 blocks. it was exciting. "whatever happened to pong? i love screaming! the van behind you is watching barney." and my oh my did that mom give me an EVIL EYE. she and her purple van wanted me dead. it was awesome.
so elizabeth just took me and brock -- surprise, surprise -- back to my house. this is our new routine, i guess. we talked about going to see a movie, or a show, or a person, but we ended up just ... sitting around, for the most part. we hung out on my bed, doodled, watched a little tele, destroyed some school assignments, danced around, hosted an orgy, the usual. i feel bad for being so boring. oh well. it's brock's fault for putting himself in my company.
after his mom picked him up and i read his blog post, i went into a terrible state. and now i'm blogging and i am fine again, and i can't remember exactly why i was not happy. thank god it takes me forever to blog hahahaha. fuck me.
listening to: frank black - freedom rock
school was school. not too bad, really. chemistry is getting really complicated and i'm so lost in there suddenly. we got assigned a research paper in english today but it isn't as intimidating as it would be because there are little dates she set up for us along the way, so it's not just like she's throwing us this huge assignment and saying "bring it in december." if that was what she did... i would've killed myself. and the topics are actually interesting surprise, surprise. i'm thinking about maybe doing beat poets or the one with e.e. cummings in it. or.. well a lot of things. anyway. i need to shut up about school because i hate it. and god knows you people don't want to hear about it. oh only one more thing. i hate that i'm enjoying algebra so far. it's completely against my morals. i remember in 9th grade when i started to UNDERSTAND math finally. i got good grades and then realized that i was enjoying the actual work, even though i tried to repress it. oh well. i guess i can't change that. but what's even more depressing to me, is that i know by the end of this year, i'll HATE math again, because of how shitty this year has been guaranteed to be by everyone i know who took the class last year.
i'm really hungry. brock i don't remember how much dinner was but remind me to pay you back. and i need to pay elizabeth for gas.
after school, i dawdled around with laylee and kevin, and then with robin and russell. then i remembered that elizabeth was my ride home and ran off to find her. she wasn't out front, and i ran to the elementary parking lot. however, she doesn't park there. so i ran into kevin and laylee again, who were also with becca, william, and a couple other kids. william actually offered me a ride home, too! can you imagine the content of that trek? wow it boggles me. eoiwaohgiopiewh. he really liked my voice though. yes, i'm STILL hoarse, how sick is that?! i've decided to never get rid of the voice, so i yelled a lot today. i'm not there yet. apogwihpowaihg i hate skipping ahead. damn me. okay.
well i found elizabeth and jenny eventually. elizabeth didn't know she was supposed to be my ride, although i thought that katherine had sort of asked her for me last night when we made our post-school plans? ah well. the three of us went to jenny's and hung out for a while. it was nice. we talked, and they worked on jenny's birthday present for rocio. i called brock and we talked for a while, because it's humanly impossible for me and brock to have a short phone conversation. this is a proven fact. eventually we realized it was like 4:45, which is when katherine had planned to meet us at shelby farms to fly kites! jenny was about to leave for rocio's party, so unfortunately she could not attend. elizabeth and i picked up brock around 5. we were pretty late getting to shelby farms, but luckily katherine had not been there long either. lauren henry and jackie douglas were supposed to meet us, too, but they never showed. i had a GREAT time. i mostly filmed everyone else doing things, and i hope we get at least one good shot out of the whole thing. i did a lot of art close-ups and whatnot. it was too fun. eventually they made me fly the kite a couple times, but i don't know that i was any good at it. i guess i'll find out once i see the film. the four of us tried to do some square dancing, but it was mostly unsuccessful because my counts were faster than brock's. and we also spun. i LOVE spinning. unfortunately, brock and i never last very long because of his faucets. it's cool, i love them. also, katherine filmed brock swinging me around by the arms twice, but she didn't get our really good time. i actually prefer hug-swinging, which we did once but was also not filmed. just would be so much fun to edit it as a group some time... and make a little short about our Day. how happy.
we got really hungry, and left to go to wendy's and subway. brock had to pay for me again because i've lost my purse somewhere in this hell house. he is way too nice. i told him no, he didn't have to pay for me, but he was going to order a kid's meal for me anyway if i didn't tell him what i wanted. he's too nice to me. anyway. we ate on a median and nearly got ran down by a smiling east-memphis mother. c'est la vie. BABELFISH THAT, MOTHERFUCKERS!
we tried to go through the carwash. i have incredibly bad luck with those things. last time i tried to go through one was with mom literally years ago. we somehow got stuck before we'd even gotten into that piece of shit and scraped up our old van. it was funny as sin, but mom now hates carwashes. so the stupid thing malfunctioned and we died and then it just refused to light up at all. it was really depressing because i'd been so excited. brock and i even got into the very back seat, to watch everything better. oh well. katherine had to be home by 7, so we just left at that point. elizabeth said i moved into the front seat very gracefully. woohoo me is full of grace, yo. i decided that i should start yelling a lot so that my voice never gets unhoarse, which i mentioned earlier. so when we realized that we had caught up to katherine on walnut grove, i had to lean out the window and yell all kinds of sporadic shit at her for like 5 blocks. it was exciting. "whatever happened to pong? i love screaming! the van behind you is watching barney." and my oh my did that mom give me an EVIL EYE. she and her purple van wanted me dead. it was awesome.
so elizabeth just took me and brock -- surprise, surprise -- back to my house. this is our new routine, i guess. we talked about going to see a movie, or a show, or a person, but we ended up just ... sitting around, for the most part. we hung out on my bed, doodled, watched a little tele, destroyed some school assignments, danced around, hosted an orgy, the usual. i feel bad for being so boring. oh well. it's brock's fault for putting himself in my company.
after his mom picked him up and i read his blog post, i went into a terrible state. and now i'm blogging and i am fine again, and i can't remember exactly why i was not happy. thank god it takes me forever to blog hahahaha. fuck me.
listening to: frank black - freedom rock
Friday, September 26, 2003
i've been listening to kristin hersh for the past couple days and guess what? i'm falling in love again. her and the pixies. they just do that thing to me. yeah her and the pixie and like 239057 other bands, but come on. who is on my mind? and where is it?
"We could be falling in love, like nobody else
Tonight your dream is safe with me
Tomorrow we wake up in L.A."
listening to: kristin hersh - clay feet
"We could be falling in love, like nobody else
Tonight your dream is safe with me
Tomorrow we wake up in L.A."
listening to: kristin hersh - clay feet
Thursday, September 25, 2003
big morgan asked me to do his show, red pain(t) at our own voice in february. i'm not sure about the time committment, so i haven't said anything to him yet. also i'm not sure that i would be comfortable with how he wants to set up the play... which is that he gives the actors the situation and they(we?) just improv the lines, every single time. i could deal with that if we just workshopped the play like that, but to have to perform it like that every single time? terrifying. i don't know. if you've got any advice, let me know.... oh and if it influences any decisions, i MIGHT be playing alongside william gratz and ted link? or saki's pirate ass? but paul foster, who was going to play one of the lead roles, is definitely out of the picture, according to laylee and becca. morgan also wanted elise to be in the play but i'm pretty positive she can't do it, what with her MUS play and everything. i don't really know how that is going for her, seeing as we haven't really talked in a few weeks... wow how weird to think about that. last time i saw her outside school was... well last week at open-mic, but we didn't talk. and then before that at cooper-young, but again we didn't talk.... and before that i think it was the film festival weekend and jesus that was forever ago. maybe i'm wrong? oh well. how weird to think about, though. and especially strange that i haven't really fully noticed/minded.
listening to: bangs - tiger beat
listening to: bangs - tiger beat
well, there is just no more reason to live. as i walked into the den, as the familia was watching fucking FRIENDS, my least favorite show EVER, and i said i wanted to put on a movie, dad said he was going to take the videos back to black lodge finally. of course. and then they wouldn't let me put it on anyway because i haven't finished my incredibly miniscule amount of homework. which i guess i'll actually have to do now. wonderful.
i really have to pee and i'm really hungry so this will probably be a lot shorter than it needs to be.
today actually wasn't that bad. go figure. that always happen when i'm unnecessarily dreading something, and i know i couldn't possibly have spelled that right but i refuse to go back and look at it. i'm trying to think of some Highlights for today, but i really can't think of any. OH wexler's english class got to join our lunch today, becuase of stupid AP Essay thing... so laylee and i ate this bagel that william gave her, and brock gave us each a slice of cheese. it was good. i love laylee. i love her sweater. i love her manpants.
after school, we were loving and this guy chris harassed us to death. it was actually really funny. i should go into details but... i'm starving. so i'll do them later, if someone reminds me. or if i get bored enough. probably no one cares. the only person who cares is Future Me, looking back at old posts and laughing hysterically because no one else did. oh well.
we went to this seminar thing at u of m about witchcraft in europe and then in salem. it was pretty interesting, but it was also for extra credit. my favorite part was one of the professor's funny pants/existence, and sitting on the floor leaning on laylee and melting into her beautiful ness. she's very very comfortable and i love her. i hope i didn't germinate her... but then again maybe she'll also develop a "great great smoker-cartoon voice" in the words of brock. anyway. everyone, have a lovely day.
i'm depressed because no one wants to come to open-mic with me. oh well. i decided to stay home, do homework, and maybe watch american beauty. wish me luck. let's make tomorrow great.
listening to: stereo total - miau miau
today actually wasn't that bad. go figure. that always happen when i'm unnecessarily dreading something, and i know i couldn't possibly have spelled that right but i refuse to go back and look at it. i'm trying to think of some Highlights for today, but i really can't think of any. OH wexler's english class got to join our lunch today, becuase of stupid AP Essay thing... so laylee and i ate this bagel that william gave her, and brock gave us each a slice of cheese. it was good. i love laylee. i love her sweater. i love her manpants.
after school, we were loving and this guy chris harassed us to death. it was actually really funny. i should go into details but... i'm starving. so i'll do them later, if someone reminds me. or if i get bored enough. probably no one cares. the only person who cares is Future Me, looking back at old posts and laughing hysterically because no one else did. oh well.
we went to this seminar thing at u of m about witchcraft in europe and then in salem. it was pretty interesting, but it was also for extra credit. my favorite part was one of the professor's funny pants/existence, and sitting on the floor leaning on laylee and melting into her beautiful ness. she's very very comfortable and i love her. i hope i didn't germinate her... but then again maybe she'll also develop a "great great smoker-cartoon voice" in the words of brock. anyway. everyone, have a lovely day.
i'm depressed because no one wants to come to open-mic with me. oh well. i decided to stay home, do homework, and maybe watch american beauty. wish me luck. let's make tomorrow great.
listening to: stereo total - miau miau
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