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[Tuesday
July 19th, 2005] |
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A secret.
A compliment.
A non-compliment.
A song that reminds you of me.
How long we've known each other.
Or just anything you feel you need to tell me.
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[Wednesday
June 8th, 2005] |
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[Tuesday
June 7th, 2005] |
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Well. Shit. I guess I wasn't expecting this.
I guess this makes things a little more interesting.
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| The way I feel inside |
[Tuesday
June 7th, 2005] |
I feel like a changeling. If you looked inside my body, all you would see was a stupid little troll-lady crying about nothing.
Everything has hit the fan. I feel overdramatic, lazy, and stupid all of the sudden. Once, highly regarded personality kicks have set into a rotting heap of shit.
One of the reasons I wanted to stay was because of you. Now, I just want to leave. You're constantly doing this. Maybe we should talk, but I'd only be an idiot and you would just deny everything.
It's kind of sad when you finally realize your world doesn't belong to you anymore.
I've made some pretty shitty decisions, but this will be my last.
I am not sorry. I am not sorry at all.
Oh, how the underappreciated whine.
(shut the fuck up.)
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[Tuesday
June 7th, 2005] |
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Watch It Burn-Lucero |
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So here's my review of the songs I've heard from Lucero's Nobody's Darlings:
Rough. Interesting. Not as fabulous as Self-titled. Not as sweet, tender and sad as Tennesee. Not as bitter and hopeful as That Much Further West.
Though it's rough sound is incredibly inticing. It does lack the fervor and simple strains of the earlier records, and is a little more poppy and alternative than I would like, but still, a good buy for a Lucero fan.
Actually, your money, if you are a hardcore Lucero fan, would be a lot better spent on buying their earliest demos, etc, "Attic Tapes."
Basically: Good Attempt at a meaningful album, but the new bassist/guitarist wears the band down, and Ben Nichols is obviously wearing thin.
Key Tracks: Sixteen, Hold Me Close
Tour Dates Close To Here:
06/23/05 Vino's (All Ages) w/ The Honorary Title, Cory Branan Doors @ 9pm $8
06/24/05 Vino's (All Ages) w/ The Honorary Title, Cory Branan Doors @9pm $8
06/25/05 North Logan
County Fairgrounds Paris, AR (All Ages) w/ w/ Cross Canadian, No Justice Door
@ 5pm $15
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| Say that you will! |
[Tuesday
June 7th, 2005] |
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The birds. |
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I bet you've never woken up in the morning like this.
Oh dear.
My body keeps giving me presents. Like new birthmarks. Adjacent to the ones on my other arm are some new little brown spots.
Thank you, body.
For some reason, I feel really good today. My callous on my pointer finger on my right hand has healed.
Only pussies use a pick.
Plus, I play a classical acoustic, and if you use a pick on it, you screw up the fretboard.
Like I did. When I first started playing.
If you look closely on my left arm, where my scabby is, there's a line of skin going downward. Where I slid on the concrete. It's funny, looking back on it now.
I finally get to see lucas today! And have him all to myself! (not really) I'm excited, because I feel like I haven't seen him in years, and we hung out all last summer. Lukey-ass!
My sweet little neonazi.
I had strange dreams last night. My ssc was a king. It was weird. And took place in a factory. Maybe I've been talking about communism too much again.
It'd be nice if certain people kept certain things to themselves. Though, It might just be too much to ask.
Le shit?
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[Sunday
June 5th, 2005] |
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I'm sorry.
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| Holiday for a hanging |
[Saturday
June 4th, 2005] |
I really like the way I look in low cut shirts.
Dear breasts:
I am sorry I have neglected you. Never again!
<3 eryn
Today was good. Molly and I had many adventures. I giggled. We saw the not so pretty boy at B&N. And I got a free smoothie.
Don't shoot shoot shoot that thing at me.
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[Saturday
June 4th, 2005] |
The dreams experienced were odd. My eyes are crapping out glitter.
I need something to do today. (besides being a slave at work.)
I'm going to trash talk for a bit.
A girl I work with- Tara G.- is the most lazy girl I've worked with so far. When she's standing around doing nothing, and I'm actually trying to do something productive, she'll send me to sit 3 bazzillion tables.
And It's really aggravating.
Last night, for instance, I was fixing all these kids menus (which is a bitch, let me tell you.) and I'm kind of busy, and I had just got done either bussing or sitting, and there was another host standing RIGHT THERE.
So Tara, being the dumb cunt that she is, says, "Eryn. Go sit this table of 8, will you?"
The desire to strangle was so hard to set aside.
Oh, miss Sarah L. That phone call made about rock climbing was returned. I'll write down what it says and include it in your letter.
Oh, god. I just wish something amazing would happen. A phone call. A hug. A smile. A run into. An anything.
Wish wish wish, I suppose.
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[Friday
June 3rd, 2005] |
Emmy Emmy
I love emmy
She is my little red head
I Keep her in my little shed La la la
I cut her hair off and feed it to little children
And feed her flowers instead of candy
Once, I wrote emmy a song.
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[Friday
June 3rd, 2005] |
I'd be a pretty shitty mime.
(Just thought I'd let you know, sara.)
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| It's only doubts that we're countin' on fingers broken long ago |
[Thursday
June 2nd, 2005] |
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More Adventurous-Rilo Kiley |
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Recently, I've become very aware of my breasts. Not just a physical thing, but a mental thing, I suppose. It's hard to explain.
Sometimes, as I walk, I wonder if boys have the same feeling about their balls. It really is a very basic thought process:
Why! I have breasts!
Like the burn on the roof of my mouth, it's hard to stop rubbing you the wrong way.
I need to find somewhere else to hang out besides coffee shops. I feel sort of stupid when asked: Where should we go? And I just sort of shrug, giving my usual answer (Crazy!), then saying, "Uh. Arsagas?"
I've got this really great chance, and I'm going to take it. It doesn't have to deal with boys or stupid silly stuff like that, but , you know. a future.
Though a chance with a boy would be nice.
It's funny how much my goals have changed.
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| Two for my family |
[Wednesday
June 1st, 2005] |
One word: NO.
Today was sort of sad. I wish the sun were out so I could run out of school and be like- YES! Summer is here!
Last year, walking out of the school joyfully, I happened to see a guy (Niles, I think?) walking out of the school, and while still on the property, light up a cigarette.
At the time, I was sort of shocked, but now I'm slightly impressed or envious of his balls.
It's about time I got some. Either to carry around in my purse, or otherwise.
I wish I had a boy to whisper to.
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| No maybe stay. |
[Tuesday
May 31st, 2005] |
01. Reply with your name and I will write something I like about you.
02. I will then tell what song/movie/icon reminds me of you.
03. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, I'll tell you what it would be.
04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
07. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
08. Put this in your journal.
Well, this sort of sucks.
Dear SSC,
I don't want to like you anymore.
<3
eryn.
I miss being hugged. and cuddled. And loved on. Tonight's praise just felt on deaf ears. There are so many things I've remembered. And realized.
I feel sick.
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[Tuesday
May 31st, 2005] |
OPEN MIC.
ARSAGAS ON CROSSOVER.
7-9 PM
Be there or be a rectangle.
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| We shall walk again |
[Monday
May 30th, 2005] |
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Today, I was so brazen. The brazen-est of the brazen of the brassy hussies.
Though I expect no phone calls in return.
Life is amazing. Summer is amazing. I was playing the guitar in the park today, and a baby in a stroller heard me play and began to dance like none other to my song. It probably made my life complete. I don't think many can say that babies have danced to their music in gulley park.
It's very curious how the conversation titled: Coffee makes you shit, comes up in conversation when I'm around.
So I'll just say it now: I don't drink coffee anymore. Because it makes you shit.
I have two more birthmarks on my arm that I have never noticed before. Maybe one day when I have a lover, I will have them count them for me in the morning sunlight and we'll talk about silly things like intelligent books that we're supposed to read to be educated people and music that we're supposed to listen to to be cool.
Then we'll make tea and sit around all morning and think about why we have birthmarks.
Today I put the A&E version of Pride and Predjudice in the porno section at hastings. Some poor chap will think: Colin Firth? In a porno?
Only in Eryn's wildest fantasies.
Good bye, junior year. I will look back on you fondly as the year I wasn't a creepazoid.
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[Monday
May 30th, 2005] |
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It makes me happy that everyone is having a good weekend.
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[Monday
May 30th, 2005] |
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If you were my boyfriend, I would buy you a beta fish on your birthday and call it sid fishes because I think the name is clever.
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[Monday
May 30th, 2005] |
Every morning I wake up, and I say to myself in the mirror:
God, why do my lips look so huge in the morning?
I mean, come on. Seriously.
Why am I awake at 9:20 in the morning when I should be sleeping till God knows when?
Narg.
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[Monday
May 30th, 2005] |
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