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[23 Apr 2005|10:53pm] [ mood | relax & stretch ] i am a tired dame. kalima lent me this arabian hip hop album that has been lulling me to sleep for the past 3 nights. i cant wait to climb into bed. songs vital for summertime 1rebel rebel..seu jorge 2tive razao..seu jorge 3rock n' roll suicide..seu jorge *4starman..seu jorge *5telephone wires..mirah 6dreamboat..mirah 7it's almost a trap..architecture in helsinki 8autumn sweater..yo la tengo *9you can have it all..yo la tengo 10our way to fall..yo la tengo 11knock yourself out..jon brion 12photobooth..death cab for cutie 13title & registration..death cab for cutie 14forever endeavor..the velvet teen *15banquet..bloc party 16by your side..coco rosie 17black tambourine..beck 18the state we are in..the chemical brothers *19bingo..m.i.a. 20m.i.a...m.i.a. *=very crucial i hope summer's like the summertime in my girl. in buck hill, it was kind of like that--dewy & gold & dirty. then it was sitting on the backstoop with leesy listening to the smiths from her walkman while she smoked a cigarette & talked about the man in the moon & thought that there was so much more for me to experience. when i remember that, summers like that, im remembering what ive recorded in my mind like some historical disaster--hiroshima, pompeii. something so perfectly destroyed, it makes for beautiful textbook readings. i cannot wait for heat & bliss & sun rays sting rays. 14 comments|post comment

[22 Apr 2005|12:03am] today at work, i brewed coffee, both regular & decaf, & was so proud because there's so many machines to use & do. 2 hours later, roman flipped out in french cos i forgot to use a filter. then later this crazy lady insisted the bottled iced tea i offered her, since we didnt make the iced coffee that she had preffered, was "sewage". when i told her i didnt make it, she told me not to get snippy & then demanded to see the manager about my attitude. i was so scared i was shivery, but rebecca laughed & rubbed my back. i love rebecca. she reminds me of all the cool cousins & calls me lizzy & describes things as cheesy when they look bad. she fixes my bangs & pulls croisant flakes out of my ponytail. i missed the 8:05 train tonight, so i waited in the park til the next one 50 minutes later. i shared my danishes with the cowboy. he had his hat set on his crates, & his hair was combed back nice & proper probably. they were still playing frisbee & taking pictures by the tulips & crowding the grass. tomorrow looks neat & also delightful. i am home & i am twirling. should i ever go back to school. yes yes no yes you know what i hate--this journal. i'm going to make me a new one & keep secrets in it. peace & wet hot love 5 comments|post comment

[20 Apr 2005|10:07am] [ mood | can you keep a secret ] [ music | m.i.a. ] these things really steam my vegetables: school bruises on my legs when my sister removes the soap from the shower to use it at the sink & doesnt replace it when my sister leaves her 3 foot strands of hair on the soap. ick. sleeping too late when girls say they dont like other girls. but i love you! scuffing up my purples while mopping working all-day for the the fifth consecutive day did you know there's less caffeine in a shot of expresso than there is in a small cup of coffee? it's all in your head, suckas. philadelphia's yuppies are so silly. yesterday, kamila & i played the important parts of getting-to-know-you. when i told her i was from cheltenham, she was all girly no ways. she drank her first forty there with angel. should i have known angel. on break i wandered around rittenhouse starving & without moneys. i peeked into a pizza box left on one of the tables with jackets still draped on the chairs. two arab frenchmen emerged from the grass & said i could finish it with grins if i told them the fastest way to the art museum. i told them to walk quickly, but gave them stellar pedestrian directions. this music is sexy like bare feet. 4 comments|post comment

[18 Apr 2005|10:36pm] [ mood | my hair is dirtypretty ] [ music | sufjan stevens ] i'm so tired & blurry--i dont even have time to white-strip my teeth lately. all we listen to at work is french folk music & salsa & the magnetic fields, & then we hum drum to the faint buzz of the pastry cases. everyone i work with is either a musician, a glass blower, a performance artist, or a musician. it's so intimidating/cute. my mom spilled all the creme brulee i brought home & it made me so mad even though i wasnt going to eat it. it was mean but this is ridiculous: love should be enough. we can send all of the emails & try to speak the same thought with each conversation, but is it still as genuine now. is it all still as pure as it was before we recognized that changes had to be made & lines drawn with distance. everything is still the same--emotions running just as deep as before, if not more stinging as they wash over the dulling wounds of i-wish-i-didn't/i-shouldn't-have/i-should-have. butbutbut

[15 Apr 2005|05:52pm] on the radio today, we learned that a handsome prince died & a big beluga is still lost in the river & that an old fashioned hotel in paris burnt down with babies & their papas still inside. i feel especially bad about the whale; he must be so lonesome. zoobilee was cute this afternoon. we drank fruit juice from coconut cups & fed the ducks cupcakes & saw gorillas smile. tomorrow, i have to work from 11 to close. ick. 1 comment|post comment

[14 Apr 2005|01:07pm] [ music | the chemical brothers ] it's so beautious every single day. i cannot wait for summer. akjfdksalfjidsf yellowyellowyellow soon lemon jellies & lemon short shorts. im more lonely than usual, & this is not like me. i think my mama can tell. she bought me a pack of rainbow alphabet refrigerator magnets because last week i told her i like to make signs & demonstrated with alphabits cereal. im going to leave her messages at midnight that she'll find in the morning: gravity cannot be held responsible for people falling in love. tell me it's ok that i like fashion & agree with me that school is hard. youre so witty baby, i cant keep from calling you goodnight.

[13 Apr 2005|10:08pm] have you ever been to iceland? ive heard & seen that it's beautiful. in the out traveler, which we dont subscribe to but receive which distresses my mother quite a bit, there are pictures of an icelandic city street at night, & the street lamps are shaped like tulips. & theyre all different colors--red & then yellow then blue lining the street. there are also pictures of really cheery gay men giving each other sponge baths at a beach resort in mumbai. 12 comments|post comment

seamonsters sleep under my covers [13 Apr 2005|12:25am] [ mood | spooked ] [ music | an alcoholic jazz artist ] i thought i saw a face/figure in the dark of my kitchen when i opened the refrigerator tonight. i shrieked. ive never felt my stomach sink so low. i think i'd start to internally bleed instantaneously on sight of a ghost--or a real live bear. let's go ghost hunting. on the train this morning, i saw malcolm. we chitchatted, he bored me. he got off at temple, i got off at suburban as did my papa. apparently he was on the car in front of mine. THEN on the ride home i saw mike, but he was too cool for school & wouldnt have waved if i hadnt first. i took a drug test for work today, & even though i had like 32 ounces of chai tea beforehand, i had a hard time peeing & only 4 minutes to go & went a little crazy. & there wasnt even a sink in the bathroom & the toilet water was electric blue & i wasnt allowed to flush & the lab man was creepo. mama & i went shopping tonight, & i liked a pair of short shorts at an expensive store. so i bought them. she bought me a shimmery crystaly necklace from the vintage shop by the train station. the charm falls off & gets lost down my shirt whenever i lay on my back. vintage smintage. my aunt & i are going to the zoo on friday. i am very excited. i like zoo animals in this order: 1. koalas because they are ugly & cute 2. the fat mini penquins 3. tigers to scare me 4. spider monkeys 5. peacocks & flamingos tie because theyre both beautious love & flowers, liz 18 comments|post comment

[11 Apr 2005|03:36pm] [ mood | monday ] [ music | bloc party ] fuck work, give me music & fruit punch. 11 comments|post comment

[09 Apr 2005|11:49pm] [ music | the fugees ] my throat hurt so bad tonight that i ate your peach sorbet. sorry.

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