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| LJ wont let me post pictures...so here
my lovely studio
my lovely chanel nail polish collection (did i mention that i love the perks of new job? it's SOMEtimes better than getting paid)
jason loves to biore | | |
| preps
finley et moi
the yayas
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| Until I was 13, Disneyland truly was the happiest place on earth for me. I had an annual pass for many, many years and I knew dozens of nooks and croonies about the entire park. If the day was hot, my favorite spot in the park was the ariel and king triton bridge where king triton and other characters from the little mermaid would spout water across the bridge, and you could place your hand in the line of fire (in this case water) and have the water spray you all over. at an std meeting, the president asked each of us what our favorite rides were at disneyland and i tried to describe this but everyone gave me an empty stare and it was one of those awkward silent moments in front of people you don't know. this spot was also the place of my first flirtation with a boy. I don't quite remember how old i was, but I was with my friends paulette and clenet (pronounced clenay) and we were doing the aforementioned activity to cool ourselves when this boy my age devilishly sprayed me with water. I squealed rather bimbo-ishly and sprayed back and so began our little game. it all came to an end when his mother called him back and he flashed me a smile and left. anyway, considering that it now costs $60 to get into disneyland, it is no longer the happiest place on earth pour moi. presently, and for some time now, that honor has gone to my beloved Hollywood Bowl. I can't possibly recapitulate the exact reasons why, but being there surrounded by hills all around, seeing the hollywood sign in the distance, looking up and seeing nothing but black, realizing that there is an orchestra or a band or a singer underneath a half-dome that is belting out music for you to hear up high high in the stands above - having that experience run through me is exhilerating.
i've seen moulin rounge go-go dancers, brian wilson, the beegees, kirsten chenowith, etta james, b.b. king, dr. john, josh groban, john mayer, sarah chang, buddy guy, some french band, andy williams singing moon river, and dozens more. I've sung along to cabaret, west-side story, sound of music, chicago, grease, etc. i've honed my picnic-packing skills because of so many trips there. it is lovely and magical to me in a way disneyland no longer is, and that is why i love the hollywood bowl.
i hope michelle feels the way i do after tonight, her induction into the the HB fan club. | | |
| I truly admire those people who are not only able to transcribe exciting happenings onto their journal entries in an exciting way but make even the most banal updates wildly funny and entertaining. it is their ethos, rather than their words, that make me laugh uncontrollably sitting - by myself - at the computer.
dennis my menace just called my old phone, which my 11 y/o sister currently is using, and when she asked, "who is this?", he replied, "it's your fucking boyfriend!" and then he told me that my sister went quiet, and said in a small voice, "this is lilian's sister." now, isn't that the dennisest thing he could do? | | |
| Last night I resorted to high school antics of the AIM sort to get short-term satisfaction. And I DID get satisfaction, but that doesnt make me feel any better now for doing it and I truly feel like a lowlife who dealt a cheap shot.
new happenings: i have found (again) my two rings that I have lost an innumerable number of times; they were inside my bobby pins box. once before they were inside the pocket of my little-used purse although i had accused jason's 60-year old landlord of swiping them from the bathroom counter when he smuggled me inside for the night. i've got my stitches removed and it feels wonderful to be able to chew food to my heart's content. have gotten obsessed with nina simone - i shall make a copy for mar. this reminds of the summer when we exchanged CDs like mad and she got me into john mayer and her punky stuff and i got her into alanis morissete and dean martin. i'll remain forever grateful for the copies of ABBA, Superchiks, and more.
Speaking of mar, Barlow girls? the concept seems foreign to me now. how easy it is to become dependable not only on things, but people, especially those of the opposite sex. it's a dangerous thing, i know, but the 7-year-old in me won't let me be lonely for too long a period of time.
Loss brings pain. Yes. But pain triggers memory. And memory is a kind of new birth, within each of us. And it is that new birth after long pain, that resurrrection - in MEMORY - that, to our surprise, perhaps, comforts us. - from sue miller's while i was gone. i'm still waiting for the long pain to be over.
i'm considering giving away tickets to tony bennett concert at the bowl. they're terrible seats but at least you'll be able to hear him. tell me if you're interested. | | |
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