| Eating vegan |
[17 Feb 2008|05:00pm] |
Its kind of hard to do in Omaha. So far McFoster's wins because they seem to be the only restaurant here of its kind. And Zio's doesn't use milk or eggs so good for them. My dreads are looking more mature. I love them! Six months on the 24th.
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| No Anger |
[02 Feb 2008|12:26pm] |
I'm happy right now. Stress can get to me sometimes and overwhelm me. I've had some pretty shitty days in these past few weeks because I've been causing myself stress. I guess I need a job again. I had like five jobs last year, and I finally got my last W-2 yesterday so I get my refund soon. But I need to choose better careers for myself so that I can stick with it. I'm thinking barista, again. I've been trying to pinpoint what makes me so unmotivated to keep a job and I think I might have anxiety that interferes with my every day life. Or PMDD! Its a bummer in any case and I think somthing like xanax would make me happy as a clam to go to a job I don't necessarily love. I'm going to change my major at Metro so that I won't have to take expensive classes out in Elkhorn and I can just chill in Papillion and brush up on my french. Then hopefully I'll transfer to UNO in the fall. The beacon of hope that put me out of my ennui is an idea that a friend of mine wants to persue. He wants to open the business me and my boyfriend have always dreamed of with him. Its been so exciting to plan it and think about how we can make our own changes in Omaha. Its going to be great. Keep an eye out in the next two years for your new favorite hang out! :)
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[11 Dec 2007|10:42pm] |
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I've been refecting a lot these past few days because in my newly freed time I have been getting pictures off my hard drive so that I can burn DVDs again. I wish there was somebody rich in my life that would buy me one. Thinking about that makes me laugh. No luck on the job search. But I've reflected and thought about what I'm thankful for. They are teeny tiny things. I'm thankful that the man who gave me my mini physical at the plasma donation place didn't laugh that much when I made a joke about eating humans brains when he was asking me heredity CJD questions. Me Cody and John all left that place feeling weird and happy to be alive, I think. A sort of exhilaration one has when you realize you can donate plasma as well as any crack head and come out with $35 in your hand. Hahaha. Anyways. I have dreads. Its pretty weird but I really like it. My scalp is kind of exposed now so I have to wait for my hair to grown into mature dreads. I waste a lot of time on knottylocks.tk nowadays. Oh and this stuff too. I'm a nerd...
I've taken like five or six of these pills since yesterday and i've been doing pretty great since. I had algebra today, but I made it through :D
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| First update in a while |
[04 Dec 2007|01:48pm] |
Nothing is really going on with me. I had a job at the corporate office of Gamers, loved it but had to quit because it paid horribly and they were working me too hard. Now I'm jobless and moneyless.... I don't really need money for much but at this point I'm still in debt :( Class starts again tonight. I can't decide when i am going to transfer out of community college and go to the university. All I know is that I'm tired of trying so hard to make people around me happy. I wish I could just be broke and stay at home and work on things I want to instead of sacrificing my life to a retarded job where I'd have to talk to idiot coworkers and customers and I'll never get paid enough. I've been trying to think of new things I can do that will make money... there's nothing really. I donated plasma the other day, and I really didn't like the experience at all. They put saline in your body to replace the plasma they take and they also put all of your blood back in once you're done. That's why you can do it twice in a week. But, it is just so unpleasant and it seems so unhealthy. So I'm stuck at home, very depressed.
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[29 Oct 2007|09:33pm] |
is there a random videos community out there that is pretty active? i have a request i need fulfilled, and i couldn't find one. can someone make it easy for me? :))
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[26 Aug 2007|12:41am] |
hopefully this wasn't a big mistake! haha ( knotty )
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| Jeesh |
[02 Aug 2007|01:09pm] |
I hate being a summer hire. All the people who work here treat me so strangely. I think that's why I feel like an alien at work. I guess I kind of look like one. But I got switched around a lot today and hopefully this is the last desk I get stuck at because I can't get anything done with the other computers I had to use. Stupid job :( Class ends in two weeks. I have to get to work and throw down about $100 on freakin MOUNTING BOARD for my photography class. I feel so scammed because I have spent so much money for it. Oh my god. I haven't heard anything back on my financial aid, so its kind of freaking me out/pissing me off.
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| Oh. my heart broke a little. |
[30 Jul 2007|10:53pm] |
Ingmar Bergman Dies
STOCKHOLM, Sweden (AP) -- Swedish director Ingmar Bergman, an iconoclastic filmmaker widely regarded as one of the great masters of modern cinema, died Monday, the president of his foundation said. He was 89. "Sixty years have passed, nothing has changed, it's still the same fever," he wrote of his passion for film in the 1987 autobiography.

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[20 Jul 2007|11:41am] |
The halls here all look the same. On each floor, there are small nuances that make the hallways different, numbers and doors. But its all too simliar. The uglyred and uglyblue of the wallpaper and carpet are interchangeable and seem to shift and trade indiscrimnantly. The hallways near the bath rooms reek faintly of sewage or cleanage. Sound is the enemy of the hallways. The rustle of slacks and the click of id tags are violent screams of one's presence and prove completely unacceptable in the context of brisk steps. The words "hi", "good morning" spoken so quickly and unfelt so many times a day are killed mercilessly like veal in the plastic slaughterhouse. Its so dirty. Every room is constantly cleaned, but its all so dirty. The air is sick and drops to the bottom of my stomach, giving me nausea and anxiety. We've all breathed this air, it been in the 2,000 people, out again and into me for about the 4,001st time and by now its so homogenized my body can't recognize it anymore and I'm suffocating.
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| The Diggers to the Media |
[20 Jul 2007|10:21am] |
Any man who claims to sell the truth is a false-poet. False poets turn others onto selling. Psychedelic merchants are merchants are false poets: dropping out does not mean changing clothes. Things on earth are there for those who inhabit it. People who derive profit from those things disenfranchise themselves from man & the natural order. The frame of reference of profit is always exclusive & competitive. It is one-half of a dichotomy bound on the other side by loss. Free has no perimeter. Enclosed are some broadsides by the Communications Co. who print the truth free for any fool in the street. Fed & housed by brothers they pass out their words/acts from hand to hand, like dropping social acid, for no profit, interest or money - life acts of free men.
Beautiful!
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[14 Jul 2007|01:49am] |
We had a small Canada day party. Mostly just watched animation all night and smoked.


I think we all knew that Dan was too high to be putting a cake in the fridge. We should have stopped him.

We then had a bonfire for the fourth of july at Cody's house on the the hill. He has a really good view of pretty much all of Omaha.




I have a few pictures from Minnesota, nothing awesome. All of my best pictures are going to have to be printed in the lab, so I'll eventually end up scanning them, I suppose.

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[01 Jul 2007|12:09pm] |

Apparently, someone in Berlin loves me.
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I printed my first pictures the other day in photography class. Its amazing the sort of stuff that happens when you make real photos. Mine look terrible, but its like if I, Elyse, were your wife and I made pancakes from scratch one morning, and they're really not good at all but I made them from scratch for the first time ever so give me credit for them turning out at all. That's what its like. At least one of them tells you a little about me. Its an octopus.
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| since its cool to talk about your disorders online |
[29 May 2007|05:36pm] |
my boyfriend found something called "schizoid personality disorder" on wikipedia and told me i had it. i read about it, and it sounds just like me! but, why does it have to be a disorder? why isn't it just a personality type. how retarded. not everything is a disorder.
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[19 May 2007|08:52am] |
Yesterday we went to go protest the protest of the Westboro Baptist Church at the funeral of some military guy who died. They stood us up! But the "Freedom Riders" were there, who are just a bunch of people who ride motorcycles and stand with flags against the war.
( Quite a setup )
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