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Sep. 29th, 2007

Bang Bang


I have a date.
I also have a sudden compulsion to be violently ill.
Supposedly "fear of intimacy" is an excuse men use to get out of having actual relationships. Obviously not. I have it. Now all I have to do is grow body hair and acquire certain anatomical inconveniences before I'm a full-on hermaphrodite.

Sep. 21st, 2007


Photopresents! Sorta.

Hello flist!
Way back in the bygone days of summer I promised you photo-presents. Then my camera decided to be on the fritz. So, for now, I present:
Crappy webcam pictures of teh internets.

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Aug. 31st, 2007

Bang Bang

(no subject)

It took me three years to figure out that high school isn't like a John Hughes movie.
This makes graduation a million times easier. 180 more days, give or take. Three months and six days until I'm an honest-to-goodness, all-the-trimmings-but-liquor adult.
It's interesting that you can go to war and die before they let you drink.
Things like this keep me awake at night. I guess I only slept to dream in the first place.
I dream about kissing with too many teeth.
L'endroit isolee est dans les denebres. No accents because there are none on my keyboard. It means the isolated spot is in shadow.
I meant to say something. My train of thought crashed miles back.

By the way, this is fascinating.

Aug. 26th, 2007

Aye aye cap'n!

Happily ever

In French, they say "Ils se marierent and eurent beacoup d'enfants" instead of "And they lived happily ever after" at the end of fairytales.
The translation goes something like, "They were married and had many children."
Is that all we're supposed to expect?

Aug. 2nd, 2007

I am no man

Photo presents

This morning I had A Thought.
(Shocking, I know.)
It may just be A Thought, or it good be A Really Good Idea.
Here goes:

Presents are one of the best things in life. I'm too broke for real presents and have such bad handwriting that the post office would probably give up and burn anything I tried to send.
So I thought I could give everyone photo-presents.
Confused? Me too. Let me explain:
Is there anything you've ever wanted to see a picture of but haven't? Now's your chance! I'm off to New York tomorrow, the city of cityness. If something exists, it's probably there.
So if you've ever wanted to see...

  • A flying cat on a subway

  • Someone imitating a cartoon character

  • Me holding up a sign with your name, "I need a hug", "3l\/35 4R3 L337" or something.

...then it's your lucky day, punk.

P.S.: Nothing too illegal or impossible. So "someone doing a line off a hooker" wouldn't work, because my mum would kill me if she saw the picture. So no dice with "a dragon eating a small dog" or "crazed hobbit orgies" either.
But if you happen to see that last one let me know.

Jul. 23rd, 2007

I am no man


I finished Harry Potter in the early part of yesterday morning.
I don't know what to say.
I drew a picture instead.

It's a comic strip (yeah. a comic strip. I know.) of "The Three Brothers" or the story of the Deathly Hallows.
The rest of it is cut since it's rather on the big side.
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Jul. 21st, 2007


Well, hey there big spender

Hello world!
I'm back.
Yes, I know it's bad form not to post for forever, then post the angsty first-break-up entry, and then just show up again almost a year later and act as if it's perfectly normal.
(sheepishness goes here)
I wasn't kidnapped by pirates, or abducted by aliens, or sucked into a time-space-continuum-warping-blackhole. I didn't go into a coma or even go off to stay with the elves.
I just didn't have anything to say.

But I'm here now, and that should count for something.
Lili, of winged-feline fame

Jan. 30th, 2005

I am no man

"Sleeps with Butterflies"

(A certain Ms. Tori Amos puts it better than I ever could. Words like this are hers. I'm to blame for the rest of it. And for that, I'm sorry. I'll get around to making sense soon.)
Then I look up, sun-glare in my eyes,
Are you having regrets about last night?

Maybe I'm a little too young to be feeling so old about this. But if I minced words and didn't talk about it, I'd still feel it. And hey, why have an on-line journal if not to let your deep dark secrets crawl around a little?
It's a little soon after Papa passed away to be back to normal...
... But yeah, I'm close. If there's one thing this whole grief process is, it's slow and deliberate and relentless.
All that aside, I want to grow up just a little. I can't play Peter Pan forever.
I kindasorta would like to be in love.
you say the word, you know I will find you,
or if you need some time I don't mind

I've never dared to hope for a bed of roses. God knows, if everyone met their soul-mate in High School... Can you get tired of your true love? Can you hate your cosmic twin's snoring? And if not, wouldn't it burn all the fire out of you, having to feel so much so young?
Maybe it's better to be like I am. I've never dated, never been kissed, really. And maybe it'll stay like that.
Ballerinas and strange girls are hard to love, I've heard.
We may fall and stumble upon a carousel,
Heaven knows where it would take us

Worse yet. In a hypothetical question and a conundrum, would it be prince or princess charming?
I haven't the vaguest idea.
I'm not like the girls that you've known,
but I believe I'm worth coming home to

If I were going to throw sense and caution into the wind, maybe I'd try.
I'd hold hands in the hallways, spin through city lanes under streetlights. Maybe we'd run through the forests and skin our knees and laugh like the children we almost were. Maybe we'd braid flowers and etch our names in tree bark.
Or maybe we'd hold on so close so spinning fast we'd fall down. Maybe we'd be together and attached at the hip and finish each other's sentences.
Or maybe we would dance, arabesques and lifts and I would never have to dance the pas de deuxs by myself.
Maybe we would stay far apart, afraid of breaking everything and never so much as breathing when we were close.
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
Or maybe not.
I like that answer best.
Great romances and heart-stopping loves are fine for most people.
But I don't think I'm cut out for it.

Jan. 22nd, 2005

I am no man

(no subject)

Contrary to popular belief, I'm alive!
Ahem. I've been busy, I've been sick, and there was a whopper of a personal life issue.
But I'm back!
So, dears, tell Aunt Lili what you've been up to.

Sep. 25th, 2004

I am no man

I'm so girly

Today, The Homecoming Dress was purchased.
Tomorrow, I learn to shoot stuff.
Whether it's clay pigeons or small, fluffy animals I don't know.
So I shall be an accomplished markswoman before I even learn how to not cut myself shaving.
Clearly this is some sort of feminine milestone.

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