| Wow. 3 months. |
[20 Aug 2009|08:53pm] |
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Oh LJ, you are more neglected than a chubby 9 year old's Wii Fit.
So, I turned 26, and 8 days later moved across the country to Denver, CO with the boy that I love and adore. We drove for almost 26 hours straight (having been awake for almost 36), taking turns as we needed gas or other things. Yes, I can drive. Mostly. We stopped in St. Louis and ate grapes and baked in the sun in the park at the Art Museum, then drove for a bit, found a hotel room, retrieved beer and champagne and then proceeded to completely defile said hotel room. (Room 138 by the way.) Upon waking 14 hours later we finished the drive! Hooray for 75 MPH speed limits!!!
It was a glorious trip! Except for Kansas. Kansas was bleak. Oil and corn fields, wind farms and some cows. I never saw one bird. Odd.
So anyway. I have been in Denver for over a week now and can say wholeheartedly and honestly that it is beautiful and I love it.
Thanks to my previous leather job in PA, I secured a part time working engagement with (GASP!) leather. Making leather masks and such. The owner and her mother are incredibly laidback and awesome people, and I thoroughly enjoy it. If you want to see their work, and of course, what I am now doing for money, click on THIS!
Go to masks, then animal masks, and look at the bunny!!! YAY! SHE WORKS HARD FOR THE BUNNY!
Ahem.
Oof, I have so much I could say about what's going on right now, what went on in the past 3 months...
But I will just say that although I am not the best---or even in the ranking---at keeping in touch with everyone, I check every online social utility that I am a member of daily! And I love love love everyone that is, or has been a part of my life!!!
I will try to update more. Especially after we secure this damned apartment that we have been trying to get into SINCE SUNDAY.
YES!
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| Last night's txt |
[23 May 2009|10:55am] |
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FTW, all I want is you. Tell __ and ___ I said something amazing. What a pile of shit.
(And my FTW is, and will always be, Fuck The World.)
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| Without a dope beat to step to. |
[30 Mar 2009|07:27pm] |
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I have been wanting to do this for weeks. Actually post something.
I want to say I've been busy---because that is what it feels like---but I don't think I have really been doing that much. If I am unsure about this, it has to be true.
So what have I been doing? Working. Drinking. Painting occasionally. Enjoying an incredible romantic relationship.
This is what it looks like:
My art show with 4 other artists at the Susquehanna Art Museum was wonderful although I did not sell anything and the artist bio that was written for me was HORRIBLY false. I was well received and the tiny verbal input I provided that may or may not appear in the paper was coherent and um, good. haha. I'm putting myself out there! Kind of! I'm being put out there! I think I prefer it that way. As long as I can write my own bio/statement. I should post what they wrote. I will have to find it.
Hmm. Here's another picture of me and my cosmic dance partner.
( Topless while watching ANTM )
Oof! I found it! And I am typing it exactly as it was printed...
Atomic Sean
"An inspiration to all he meets." Atomic Sean, born and spent most of his child hood in Allentown, PA. In Sean's teens he lived in the heart of New Orleans as a Goth-punk model. When Hurricane Katrina made landfall just south of the French Quarter Sean;s life changed. A broken Levi flooded the arts and tourist Ward and destroyed Sean's home. He returned to his friends and family in Harrisburg, PA. Unsatisfied with a mundane existence back in PA he began to paint. Atomic Sean's works can be found in numerous private collections. Art consumers as far away as Australia have bought his work. "Generation Y" collectors seek his paintings out like gold.
Gah, retyping it just refuels the disgust. I think the only part of the bio remotely similar to words I wrote was, "Atomic Sean's works can be found in numerous private collections."
And the part that pisses me off the most is that they claim only after returning to PA and hating it here, did I start to paint. My original artist bio states: "...he created his maiden masterpieces upon his mother's uterine walls with the visceral pigments of blood and placenta."
Ergh. Anyway. Maybe I should have complained before stating that the show was wonderful...
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| Full of hate, I want to kill! |
[18 Mar 2009|02:01pm] |
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The St. Patrick's Day night quote for 2009 is:
Me: "Do I hate everybody, or am I just really drunk?"
Sky: "Both."
And another notable drunken quote to come out of my mouth this past weekend:
"I'm getting a full body Fuck The World tattoo." As I throw a tube of lube at Sky.
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| Breaking chairs and breaking hearts. |
[19 Feb 2009|01:03pm] |
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I feel incredibly psychotic today. Or something.
Maybe shameful and still drunk is more accurate?
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| Walk out, into velvet. |
[13 Feb 2009|11:19am] |
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Music seems to sound so much better today!
I am uncertain if this is because of this "Congressman Crack" coffee from Bagel Lovers or just a side effect of waking up with someone held tightly in my arms. Maybe both. The latter has been occuring more frequently than the coffee.
Yes, my cold heart is being conquered.
Does anyone have any experience with Denver, Colorado?
So I found out yesterday that my next art show will not be at the Hilton as I thought but at the Susquehanna Art Museum. And there are 2. March 15 and the end of May. Exciting! And a block from my apartment! (irrelevant)
Maybe I should host an afterparty.
Happy Friday the 13th! I'll be the shoe!
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| We love this ceiling! |
[02 Feb 2009|12:59pm] |
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OMG I am in an incredibly overwhelming good mood.
Friday night I took part in an art exhibition with fellow artists Luke Yocum and Reina 76 in the "Barack Obama suite" on the 15th floor of the Hilton. There was not a huge turn out but I would consider it a successful event. Interested in seeing some wonderful photographs of the party? Go here: www.danhonegger.com
I will be taking part in the next one in March, and hopefully this time be more involved in the press and promotion. It's what I'm good for.
Additionally, I am becoming entirely enamored with someone. Not the same person I mentioned in my last post though. It is strange and remarkable after spending 2 years rebuilding myself and not having any romantic interest in anyone.
I am so elated I cannot concentrate on typing anymore.
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| In shining violence. |
[27 Dec 2008|03:55pm] |
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Gosh. It's been a while. 2 holidays have come and passed (thankfully!) with the obvious excess of alcohol, alcohol related violence and/or tragedy, and dismal demeanor.
It's been 2 days since the last blast, and I am left with outrageously swollen toes from a kickboxing bout with the television and varied other home furnishings, and a dreadful mood that I cannot seem to abandon. It feels as if I have no more good moods left for 2008. Although 2009 does not seem that promising at the moment.
Blah, whine, blah.
Happy Holidays!
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Gosh, life is fun...waiting four days in a row for 2 electricians to tell me I have gas heat.
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| Je ne sais CRAW. |
[18 Nov 2008|09:20am] |
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There was a piece of paper in the pocket of the jeans I washed last night.
Now it has been reduced to small, hardened white pellets that are scattered in the trash can and on my bathroom floor. I will never recall what I had written on that paper.
This is what I looked like Saturday evening, before going out and drinking with a friend that had not been out with me in almost a month. At the end of the night she was unable to walk by herself and her liver had shut down. I am not insinuating I had any hand in this, but the circumstance is strange.
It is 33 degrees outside and the heat in my apartment does not work.
I am not enjoying this week.
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I am SO getting a Fuck The World tattoo.
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| This space race is now a ghost chase. |
[06 Oct 2008|03:03pm] |
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O LiveJournal! Don't worry about my last post, the obligatory bitterness and disdain has overtaken any prior moments of weakness or warmness.
And my hair looks good! (Feels good too...)
Onto that subject, why is it that people always look at me and ask if Flock of Seagulls is my favorite band? I do not have Flock of Seagulls hair. I may have almost had a similar shape a few times long ago, but as of late? Nah. So stop asking.
ALTHOUGH! When I go out without straightening my hair, people think I am channeling the great Martin Gore. Which I suppose I don't mind as much.
But whenever my hair is curly, white people always ask me if they can touch it! WHY?
Ugh.
I'm really cranky today.
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| Bladder Splatter. |
[29 Sep 2008|05:39pm] |
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First, let me state that I have been urinating to the max today. I was trying to keep count but I lost tally at noon after my 6th visit to the restroom.
Anyway. As everyone who knows me should know, I am typically unbiased when it comes to my overall cynicism and misanthropy. It works for me. But as of late, I have been feeling a tear at the lycra blend fabric of my persona. And almost desiring something else.
ALMOST.
I just seem to be thinking about it more than I have in a VERY long time.
I'm not saying I want any sort of serious commitment or even constant and/or reliable affection, but it's just that complete comfort, ease, and mutual interest (that I never encounter/engender) that has been plaguing my mind.
Bah.
It's probably just because I have my own apartment now, and it's getting colder. (Somewhat)
Or something.
Whatev.
OH! MTVnews.com did a "report" on the rising popularity of Steam Punk, which features a brief interview shot of my boss and his girlfriend at -2:06. AND at the very beginning and throughout the whole thing John Norris is wearing a pair of brass and brown PLEATHER goggles I made!
Check it here!
The article also mentions a photographer Nadya Lev who I was close friends with when I was 14, and whose name still makes me giggle excitedly when I see her photos in Gothic Beauty Mag.
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[11 Aug 2008|10:44am] |
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I just blew 20 minutes playing with this thing!
( My Interests Collage! )
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| Stabbed in the front. |
[08 Aug 2008|12:57pm] |
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I have been drowning in the rumbling whir of a drill press for the past 2.5 hours.
Paying precise attention to the task at hand (literally) but thinking of other things nonstop.
I have been questioning my reliance on friendship a lot lately.
In 25 years I have certainly grown more independent, but should I become solitary?
I am extremely indifferent and uninterested in any sort of romantic relationship* (and have been for a while) which in itself is a backing statement to what I am trying to say because that certainly puts me one step closer, but also, because I feel this way I am completely insensitive(?) to the people around me who feel differently. And I suppose I can understand it. My feelings aside; because of my sexual preference, the notion of marriage and procreation is not engrained in my mind as it is in others.
Anyway. It's not like any of my friends are getting engaged or pregnant (or even seriously dating someone) but I just needed to say that. For some reason...
Back to more key points about my second paragraph.
Friendships. I have found myself complaining a lot lately about how important they are to me. Because I do not have a lot of close friends, I am not that close to my family, blah blah blah. And I am not saying that I am thinking of being reclusive, just that I often feel like I should not care as much as I do. Because in utter reality, all I have and will ever have is myself. And I need to nurture that, and take responsibilty for that and make my life everything I want it to be. For me.
There are just way too many nights that I go out with friends and later leave the bar alone thinking incessantly in my mind about how much I hate the world. And sure, there is usually an abundance of alcohol that really weighs that thought down, but it always pops up.
*besides the strange and perpetual feelings for someone in another state that are omnipresent but not overpowering.
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| Society is founded upon cloth. |
[02 Aug 2008|02:33pm] |
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DAMN! I have a LOT of clothing (and clothing-like things)!!!
And to think, I left behind at least 3 full trash bags of clothes when I came up here!
It has taken me almost 2 hours to sort and fold it all.
And that's not counting my bag full of "club wear".
But I guess it makes sense. I was making a new outfit every Thursday for like 3 years. And for a while I was making something new to wear everyday cause I did not do laundry...yikes!
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| Something in the deli aisle makes you cry. |
[01 Aug 2008|02:21pm] |
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So I survived my quarter centennial without getting exploded.
The celebration commenced with 4 bottles of J. Roget Brut and Project Runway. (After 3 preliminary free beers from the Gingerbread Man staff.) And that's about all I remember. I know we left and walked somewhere. I kind of remember being outside of the $2 draft bar. I remember smashing a glass on the sidewalk. I remember a table next to ours bitching about it. I remember yelling back at them, "You're not bleeding are you?! So shut the fuck up!"
Apparently I cried. (Big surprise) Stormed off. Stormed back. Flipped everyone off. (?)
Then I went to Sheetz and lectured a friend and shared a bucket of friez.
Not very eventful and/or exciting, but I suppose it's better that way.
I don't really like birthdays anyway.
I'm moving this weekend.
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| Immortality has passed me by. |
[25 Jul 2008|12:40pm] |
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It's been a month since my last post and I will be 25 years old in 5 days.
It's not as big of a milestone and/or ordeal as I would think or like to pretend/act.
Additionally, I think it is my time of the month. And not in that 'I'm gay so I like to pretend I might be a girl that is menstruating' way, but in an uncontrollable paranoia way. Like the people in my life are plotting to kill me for my birthday. I will probably erase that last sentence before the day ends.
I don't know. The monthly episodes have been absent or miniscule in the past few months since Summer started. My interpration of them has been remarkably lax and indifferent. But something today is not allowing me to feel that way about it.
Wow, I am really saying more than I ever do.
So maybe I am still taking it lighter than I used to. Good thing?
Um. I am moving in August. Downtown. With two other people. Who seem to be more excited than I. Which could be the catalyst for my emotional onslaught.
These speakers (at work) are starting to sound like crap.
But I will continue to dance around like a fool.
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