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[12 Jul 2008|02:21pm] |
i really like my campers
the girl at the store gave me a free pair of laces
they are comfortable and have a sophisticated shape
they make me look like an ID student
i paid a hundred dollars for canvas shoes
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[10 Jun 2008|07:39pm] |
"Remember that your brain is a creative organ with limitless creative possibilities — but it makes a really crummy whiteboard."
--Merlin Mann, "lifehacking guru," "hotdogsladies" on twitter (hilarious), creator of 5ives (also hilarious)
It's time to re-instate the "write that shit down in orange notebook" policy.
In SF, I purchased a half-size spiral bound orange notebook that became tied to my life force as I tried to navigate and deal with shit. There was a lot of shit to be dealt with: new home, new job, very far from normal life contacts. New city, new cultural experiences. So it all started to go into orange notebook.
I have long been aware of the wisdom of the above epithet. Somewhere near the time I started college I started basically feeling like I had smoked myself retarded, despite not really having smoked at all. But suddenly my brain wasn't just "a crummy whiteboard" it was a constantly vibrating etch-a-sketch. Everything disappears, all the time.
For a couple years, lil' Filofax was my solution. But as I of course did not get lil' fancy leather Filofax, lil' recycled rubber Filofax started to disintegrate, and then I ran out of pages because the year was over. My brilliant plan (still in the back of my mind) was to take lil' F's binder and put it into a new shell of my own creation. The same reason I needed lil' Filofax is the reason that plan has still not come to fruition.
So that brings us to orange notebook. But unfortunately, orange notebook somehow left its heart in San Francisco, because I basically stopped using it when I got back and started school.
But it's time. Orange notebook, you are almost full and hella tattered. So sorry, but there is a new orange notebook in town.
Picked up a "Bloc Rhodia No. 16" (similar to the bottom notebook pictured here) at Flax, super-hot SF art supply store. For reasons I feel I hardly need to explain, it will be nicknamed "Lil' Rhodie." The out-of-control brilliant and functional design features of this baby are numberless, but one of them is that it is quadrille ruled. This is awesome. The only other I'll mention: it is orange.
So I'm (almost) ready to undertake the task of putting Lil' Rhodie to work. I still have some hangups... like orange notebook (the only lowercase notebook), Lil' Rhodie contains no calendar. Also, Lil' Rhodie cannot be rearranged, page-wise. This makes me nervous entering into it, because there is some basic stuff I want to have in it (and its successors) at all times. I am not sure where to place this information. It won't be used frequently enough to merit first-page status... do I just put it in the back? Do I put it on a separate piece of paper and attach it somewhere? Are you there, Merlin Mann? It's me, Margaret.
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[30 Mar 2008|04:07pm] |
5 things i am really attached to which i do not wear on my body (usually??):
1. Mr. Pickles mug.
2. cork squares bulletin board.
3. Frankie Goes to Hollywood, resident betta fish.
4. ol' sketch book (no sketches, really).
5. Seven Hills coffee.
5 things i am really attached to which i wear on my body (occasionally):
1. ol' Hawaii print Converse All-Stars.
2. floral print pink handkerchief i got at that catholic church yard sale.
3. black slip dress from same yard sale.
4. cutoff shorts, born of old favorite Guess jeans.
5. yellow cashmere sweater.
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| i hate feeling like i should be embarassed of any of this. |
[10 Mar 2008|02:52am] |
i used to be younger. i used to hate school outright. i used to date a blond. i used to let myself get tossed around by my feelings. i used to hate to sleep. i never feared my pretentiousness. i used to spend all my money at the art supply store. i used to daydream about running away in a yellow van. i used to race home panicked, trying to make curfew. i used to stay up late. i used to create obsessively. i used to cry in my best friend's car on the way home from school. i used to write. i used to listen to 'disintegration' in the dark, sitting still. i used to carry a friend's harmonica in my bag. i used to be rebellious. i used to smoke. i used to sing with my friends. i used to have suburban adventures that used a lot of gasoline. i used to exalt in coincidence.
i used to rejoice.
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[28 Jan 2008|11:28pm] |
"To the ambitious, for whom neither the bounty of life nor the beauty of the world suffice to content, it somes as penance that life for them is squandered; that they possess neither the benefits nor beauty of the world, and if they are unable to perceive what is divine in nature, which is all around them, how will they be able to see their own divinity, which is sometimes hidden?"
-Leonardo da Vinci
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| if only that was the first time that i'd ever said this... |
[27 Dec 2007|03:45pm] |
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so, i was driving up to my grandma's house with my brother. we drove by a lawn decorated for the holidays, with christmas light-up deer in the front yard. i thought it would be funny to make it look like those deer were mad bangin'. so this is the genius thing that i chose to say to express this:
"hey, we should hump those deer"
fuck.
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| smack talk where nobody wins: |
[07 Aug 2007|10:40pm] |
conor oberst has a line that goes "you should not be embarassed by your trouble with living"
which i guess should make me feel better,
but i think that people who feel the need to take advice from a bright eyes song might have something to be embarassed about.
people who aren't fourteen-year-old emo kids, anyway.
anymore, anyway.
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| abercrombie and fitch is the house of leaves |
[17 Jul 2007|12:53pm] |
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except that instead of being full of impenetrable, endless darkness,
it is full of impenetrable, endless whiteness.
also, today i went into the bathroom, and the door wouldn't close. this is not a shitty tin stall door that just got hit too hard or something. this door is a real big, full size wheelchair-accessible door, made of actual metal, not gum wrappers or whatever shitty stall doors are made of. And when i went to close it, it was about 1/4" too big. I tried it a couple times, and then i went into one of the regular stalls (shitty door kind). I was upset to lose my privacy, but intrigued by the fact that it was a TOTAL HOUSE OF LEAVES MOMENT. (dear everyone, be obsessed with house of leaves, a book by mark z. danielewski. this will help what i am saying make sense). tomorrow, i bet there will be an extra stall in the bathroom, and instead of actual sketches the designers will just start drawing big black boxes. also, i will begin writing about my random sexual encounters with disgusting women.^1
what was great was that when i was in my stall, someone else came in the bathroom and went for the house of leaves door, and THEY COULDNT CLOSE IT EITHER! girlfriend even threw some shoulder into it, i think. i was tickled. she gave up and got in the stall next to mine. sweet.
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1 Also, everything will begin to have footnotes.
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[28 Jun 2007|08:53pm] |
scenario: you call up some friends to see if they can hang out. unfortunately, due to circumstances it just isn't going to work out this evening.
a normal, well-adjusted person's response: call another friend to satisfy the craving for human companionship
a geeky loser's response: decide that now is the time to begin re-reading the entire harry potter series because hot dang the seventh one is coming out soon and the day shall be upon us before we realize!
i will say hello to the weasleys for you.
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| at what point do you say "fuck it"? |
[08 Jun 2007|03:50pm] |
Q: What do you do when you fall off the horse?
A: You get up, covered in mud, and notice you are bleeding all over your clothes and favorite bag. You see the chain fell off your "horse," so you walk home, angrily crying.
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[28 May 2007|11:44pm] |
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im starting to feel ripped to shreds. the scrapes and bruises from my bike fall two weeks ago are taking too long to heal, last week's tore-open ankle from the late night tromp through the woods still looks puffed and angry, and my good humor about scars is wearing out. the big one on my knee now has company (see bike fall) and it seems like the massive iron burn on my arm will give it a run for its money in size and gruesomeness. yesterday the kitchen knife, too unwieldy for hands that held a slender x-acto all day, slid in between my index finger's nail and the flesh beside it. leaving the kitchen, i snagged my baby toe on the table in the middle of our living room--clumsy, should have missed it. every half hour or so a drop of blood pops up on a fingertip from handsewing. the seam ripper took a chunk out not a centimeter away from the kitchen knife's cut. back hurts from leaning over the needles and threads that are drawing blood. im tired. my poor body... what did it ever do to me?
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[04 Apr 2007|09:31pm] |
breakfast of champions people who can't get their shit together no matter how hard they try
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[31 Mar 2007|07:40pm] |
for a number of days now i have been on the verge of throwing some kind of tantrum. i am tired, cranky and impatient. my anxiety gets the best of me whenever it has opportunity to, which is often. i just feel physically uncomfortable, restrained on the verge of tears. i cant focus on my schoolwork, and the worst part is that once i start feeling worked up i CANNOT make it go away. the only thing i can do is to seek the company of other people, usually my boyfriend, and try to forget about it. usually the worst that lingers is a feeling of unease. i feel like every time michael calls i feel like saying "thank god, i don't think i could have made it much longer." i dont, because i dont want to seem like a total basket case. i am nauseous. and when i notice it happening, it only gets worse.
im going out for a bike ride. maybe it will help me calm down.
uuuuuuggggghhhhh i feel soooo badddddddd
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| woooo! |
[24 Feb 2007|02:56pm] |
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i just bought this off ebay.
awesome.
and no, i dont play violin. i am going to try to learn.
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| special thanks to ryan north, who is a genius forever |
[19 Feb 2007|02:39pm] |
1. gah, the mail NEVER comes
1a. also, i went to the post office today and it was closed THX PRESIDENTS I HATE YOU
2. the tv on the radio show in columbus is on WEDNESDAY march 7th, the same day as a big ol test and two days before a super important crit. i also dont have a ride. but i have tickets damn it!! how in the hell-ass am i going to make that work?
3. arvind said he would come down for murder by death on march 17th... makes me excited!!
4. lauren is no longer listed as single on facebook. secret boyfriend rumors may begin to leak. in the meantime, secret boyfriend continues to be pretty awesome. that is the thing i was talking about before, when i was saying something about "a seriously good thing".
5. have you ever watched extras? it is very funny!
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that's right folks. still.
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| dear diary, |
[05 Feb 2007|02:43am] |
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there is a seriously good thing happening here.
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[01 Feb 2007|12:01am] |
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sourceless anxiety blows.
not even a hot shower helped! that always helps!
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