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[06 Dec 2006|07:01pm] |
dearest,
austin has not mastered the art of multiplication or division, concerning sevens, eights and nines. he has, however, mastered the art of saying, 'i'm going to do my homework in the other room,' and completing half of his worksheet via calculator before i even realize he's up to something sneaky. so is the way things are with my brothers. i tried every fun thing i could think of to do with them, and barely got evan out of the house to walk the dog around the block, once. the level of sluggish-ness in these children is absurd.
last night i drove around listening to 'letters to a young poet' on tape, and this morning i took myself out to breakfast, and read the tempest in the version of a 65 cent paperback, published in 1966. i also bought myself diamond earrings, because my boyfriend, as he puts it, "doesn't believe in diamonds," but i figured i deserved a pair of the 6.99 counterfeit variety. they're gaudy-large and protrude from my ears in a nearly awkward manner, but they look lovely in profile.
what else can i tell you? i came back to berkeley to my mother rushing out to catch and airplane, and atop of comments concerning meals, medicine, school attendance and things of utter importance, she told me about the snake. see, she's been bribing the boys with pets, lately, and the snake is one of those lovely additions. snakey hasn't been eating for the past two weeks, so in order to keep snakey from dying, i was told to take snakey to the vivarium.
the gentleman who examined snakey at the vivarium informed me that snakey had been neurologically damaged. how, you may ask? supposedly cooked. so not only am i taking care of an epileptic child, a child with a temper, a dog, two cats and a stepfather, but we have overheated the snaketank and fried our snake's brain. this, of course, happened when i was an hour and a half away, but standing next to mr. snake-lover-mcgee, and trying to explain the reasons our (clearly faulty) heating system, i assure you i felt guilty enough for the whole family.
so generally, that's the way things are these days. it's nice to be here, and to have a break from santa cruz, but i doubt not that i'll be excited to return. i'm sleeping snuggled with the dog, and making pancakes for breakfast. i'm walking everyone to school and dragging them to the lawrence hall of science. i'm making accidental eye contact with large black men in the cars next to me, who smile until they look and see the two screaming things in the back seat, at which point they quickly look away. i'm well, overall.
i hope you are, too.
love,
remy
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[02 Oct 2006|02:22pm] |
i miss my siblings. my mother is off gallivanting around germany with my new-york-protector matthew caselli, and they will undeniably end up dining together and most probably, they will discuss yours truly. i will here both sides accounts of the event.
i got a message today from rowan riley, my other new york counterpart. she was up and moved to LA about three days ago with no prior plan to do such a thing, which is just the type of spur of the moment and spontaneous thing that rowan would do. this means i need to get my drivers license (even more immediately than before) and she and i need to work our way up and down the coast.
i lost my camera cord in the move, but am finally capable of displaying images again. keep your eyes peeled.
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new house = divine.
outside of that, i am too exhausted, frustrated, insecure, complex.
but this is, of course, passing, as it always is. tomorrow i get to sleep in just as late as i want (1), i never stay angry because i am a pushover (2), i'm going to decide i'm super fuckin' hot! (3), and, well, you know, shit is always complex, but we deal with it. (4).
i have a big ole room with a huge closet and my own bathroom. that goes back to the "new house = divine" comment.
relating to exhaustion, i'm going to go to bed soon, relating to frustration, i'm going to go to bed soon, relating to insecurity, i'm going to go to bed soon, relating to complexity, well, you know, shit is always complex, but we deal with it.
i saw a boy today in safeway, who when i was a freshman in highschool, and he was a senior, he shoved a bag of marijuana down the pants of the boy sitting behind me in latin class, before he went outside to talk to a police officer. it was nice to see him.
i also want a perm, my legs waxed and a haircut. but that's all besides the point.
cable television is bad for me, i need wooden hangers, i like things in sets. of. threes.
i want a frog, a newt or an axolotl. the kind gentleman at the pet shop will help me decide what is best and if i happen to get a frog (or a toad) [toe-may-toe; toe-mah-toe] i will name him Jasper or Axolotl. if i get an axolotl, i don't think i will know how to take care of him, and the pet-shop-man told me that with froggies, all i had to do was feedum a dollar thirty's worth of crickets each week and change their water.
i can do that.
i mean, frogs (toads) [toe-may-toe; toe-mah-toe] {Jasper, Axolotl}, that shit ain't complex.
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[27 Jul 2006|09:01pm] |
last night was tequila in a half empty oakland apartment. it was grand fun.
this morning was breakfast early and video games, dinner was hamburgers stuffed with bleu cheese and right now is thirteen hours until i have a 10 page, as of yet unstarted, paper due.
mostly i want to curl up on the couch and watch law and order, so perhaps i'll speed through it (hah) and get there.
but really, i'm just not sleeping too-nite.
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[19 Jul 2006|02:29pm] |
oh, and by the by.
benjamin built me a radio, i made him a carrot cake and i finally learned how to upload pictures from my camera phone.
see?
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[18 Jul 2006|03:17pm] |
benjamin is the big two oh as of a few days ago. although it's still his 'birthday' and will be for as long as he can possibly milk it. we really love him.
i found myself utterly unprepared for his birthday, due to the fact that i am battling my fourth-in-seven-months staph infection. i am lucky enough to be visiting an infectious disease specialist on thursday, so hopefully things will cease to be wrong with me sometime in the coming months.
i've been wearing the same gold sandals religiously for the past few weeks. i've taken to real pajamas, with long pants and button up tops and flower prints. i've been trying, hard, to keep up with my reading and comprehension of material for anthropology, but god damn is that a struggle.
i move in a few weeks, and that's exciting. more or less, i cannot wait to be out of the house in which i am currently residing. i've got lovely memories from campbell street, but i'm done with it, as of now. it's hard watching something pulled back into pieces that were so lovingly compiled in the first place. but nonetheless, i'm ready to embark upon something new.
i'm ready for a hardwood floor and an organized closet and a beautifully large kitchen.
as you can probably tell, things are disjointed lately. BUT.
that's okay with me, for the most part.
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[23 Jun 2006|11:29am] |
a big round of applause for:
star wars lego video games
leaving for grandparents houses
swimming holes
skirts and polo shirts
and hot days.
i'm soon to be arriving in eureka.
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[13 Jun 2006|06:55pm] |
there comes a point in one's studying-for-their-final-at-seven-thirty process where one realizes that perhaps if they had started studying before three hours prior, there might be more helpful things they could do.
however, when one's mind is so full of seven different french tenses, stuyding them futher will just mix-em-up. further.
but hey. after this, i'm done.
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[07 May 2006|09:02pm] |
"my artichoke was stupid so i threw that stupid artichoke in the river.
no kidding."
is what what written here when i opened up the "update journal" page. i had forgotten about that. it seems funnier now than it did then. but very possibly just to me.
you wonder when you lose people, if you have lost them or if they have lost you.
and no matter how happy you are with those people that you have, no matter how satisfied and content and pleased, you still think about those people that you have lost somewhere along the line.
i'm a believer in the fact that time and relationships sort of run in circles, intercepting one another when the time is, for lack of a better word, right.
but it's still a little bit of a blow to the stomach when you compare a relationship you used to have with the state of that relationship at it's current point in time.
the phrase that i've been using continuously lately other than "ghostride the whip" is "so it goes", and i think in this case, "so it goes" is much more applicable.
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[25 Apr 2006|09:48pm] |
i am officially one of eight creative writing majors this quarter.
though it has been brought to my attention that i don't write fiction, i write vaugely fictionalized accounts of my life.
which is what i'll be doing for the rest of my college career.
so that's exciting.
it may be dangerous for all ya'll who have somehow found yourselves entangled in my life. i mean. if i haven't already written about you i bet in the next two years i will...
it's weird. this one kid told me i should major in creative writing a few years ago and i sort of laughed about it.
and look where i've found myself now.
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[10 Mar 2006|02:25pm] |
back from london, and happy to be, though time there was spent drinking with mother, viewing art and walking around in the cold, cold, cold. (allofwhichilikeverymuch.)
face still swelling up/pussing from time to time. pretty fucking unpleasant. this time it's my EYE.
was a wreck/unpleasant to a tee last night. thank you, sweet boyfriend, for putting up with me. i am much more cheerful this morning.
due to jet-lag adjustments, i am waking up EARLY EARLY, which is nice. it's sweet to have a whole god-damned day in front of you.
was walking to perg's in the cold and the pretty quiet morning and had a man say, "nice stockings. nice red shoes. go get 'em!"
so, hopefully today will be a good day.
dress is pinned in the back and perg's is playing brian eno and i am pleased with my life in general.
but i do miss people. and wish there were more hours in the day.
baby's on fire....
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[30 Jan 2006|12:07pm] |
i am going back to london on the twenty eighth of february.
i know. i'm jealous of myself, too.
also:
things are generally lovely.
there's just not a lot more to say.
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[22 Dec 2005|12:24pm] |
remember when i was younger and i wore a fake nose ring and a shitload of eyeliner and a black velour zip up hoodie? i took myspace pictures next to tree stumps and was just generally awesome.
oh, the good old days.
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[17 Dec 2005|07:22pm] |
i have ten pages of short stories from the past three and a half days.
i haven't written like this in months and months.
i am a little nutty as of late, and i do not know if this endeavor will turn out to be genius or horrid, (or the more probable combination of both) but at least i'm doing it, i suppose.
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[12 Dec 2005|02:37pm] |
last night i fell asleep on the couch after watching ed wood and eating kettle corn. vanessa woke me up in her towel and i climbed into bed and slept swimmingly until eleven oh clock this morning.
sam and i have recently discussed how events fall into two categories as of late.
pre-two-weeks, and post-two-weeks.
pre-two-weeks seems like it was a long, long time ago.
post-two-weeks includes walking along the one carrying a christmas tree at four oh clock in the morning and crying when jennifer plays us songs and watching jenny's hair turn from nuclear red to orange and vanessa painting me pink and on the couch with a cigarette in my hand. (and then the girl-la's leaving and vanessa and i reverting to the world before school started but colder and with more history contained in our little house.)
today we may go to the bigfoot museum. there is something terribly appealing about exploring the small towns that surround our small town. a bit of adventure seems necessary these days, be it small and contained as it is. we have lately been finding ourselves searching for adventure via wine and gin, and it should be good to go somewhere with open skies and things we've never seen before.
there is something that feels calm and simple these days, despite the fact that this assumption may be far from the truth. we breathe calmly and quietly when everything around us is spinning quickly and growing colder by the day. i feel, from time to time, as if i have utterly no grasp on the world, but those moments quickly transition into being comfortably unaware, and feeling satisfied to be in a warm house surrounded by pleasant company.
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