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August 19th, 2007
02:45 am - Jeremy Shaw "DMT"
This was a little blurb in "FADER" magazine, that i thought was an interesting, semi-fucked up concept, but hilarious nonetheless:
" Musician and artist celebre, Jeremy Shaw (bka Circlesquare) has been doing some awesome wyld out shit up in Vancouver that only Canadians could pull off. Case in point: his exhibition DMT--A synthasized hallucinogenic that is, apparently, 15 times more powerful than your basic tab of Haight Street acid. No, but like seriously-- tripping their faces off. DMT the Book is your armchair user's compendium of stills, complete with facetripper transcription from the videos. My favorite line is from buddy Eric's trip, when he drops, "My skin is always gonna be kind of dancey and weird...and cauliflowerish." Ther are also some nuggets about a goat lady and someone's body melting and flipping inside out, but i don't want to get all PSA and shit and scare you away from government-sponsered mood-elevators." -Alec Wagner
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July 22nd, 2007
11:44 pm - on Dov Charney Ok, I'll admit, i'm a sucker for American Apparel. Mostly because I'm a big tool and like to keep up with the times when it comes to fashion. People used to tell me I was ahead of the curve, and now i believe I'm sort of in that curve, not very original to the rest of the world...just original to Milltown, NJ (suburban america to the nth degree). So, about one of my favorite clothing retailors...American Apparel. It's pretty well known that Dov Charney, the man who started it all, is a pervert. I suppose the ad campaigns, which get enough scrutiny as it is, lead one to ponder..."hmmf...that is really sexually suggestive isn't it?" The answer is yes; American Apparel ads kill Abercrombie and 90s Calvin Klein ads by a landslide. Honestly though, I like them (the American Apparel ads)...I do. I get happy when photography is done using no added lighting...just a flash and whatever lighting is provided. I also like that they use regular models. That's oddly worded...let me rephrase...the models look like you and I. there are all different body types, and many different ethnicities. This is great and all, but then there are certain photographs that are slightly offsetting. Valeria is one of their models ( I only know because on their website www.americanapparel.net , you can view different photographs, and naturally she's in a whole section shot in montreal), and dear valeria looks like she's 13, maybe not even. She's in skimpy clothes, looking vulnerable and sexually unkempt, a real Lolita. The whole American Apparel "shtick" is the amateur porn thing, so their ads resemble 70s soft core type shit. Charney, the CEO of the company, has numerous sexual harassment charges from employees saying that he made it mandatory to give blow jobs, and there was that famous Jane interview he did where he masturbated in his underwear during the interview. Granted, he was in his home...just kidding. The point is, it really is true that you can have money and be a complete waste of a human being, maybe not a waste, I suppose anyone can turn around. You can give your employees vibrators, and have everything be cool (maybe he just wanted to keep his employees happy while being extremely offensive?). All in all, Dov Charney is an American (from Montreal) and is utilizing his freedoms. He makes awesome clothes, and bad decisions. This means i'm a real American too, because I can buy his clothes, and help a sexual deviant capitalize off of my purchase. God bless the U.S of A.
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May 17th, 2007
11:49 pm - au revoire jellies.
so the first part of my series: "The Deconstruction of Oceania," has been sold. Yes that's right...it was a good night for me. My jellyfish that i worked for months on...have been sold. i was unsure how to price them...so i asked my brother..."What should i do?" So we broke it down... I spent over $100 to make them, and probably put in over 40 hours...like 2 and half months or three...i forget (they're still sort of unfinished, but the guy doesn't know that), so each jelly came out to $250. He wants the triple sooo $750. He wants to put them in his 2 month baby's room (which i asked if they would be too scary...he said no), and hang them from the ceiling. he lives in a loft so the ceilings are like 30 feet high. Sooo if he wants to make it a mobile...which i suggested, they'll get raised to $900, let's hope he wants to do that. I was nervous at first thinking it was too much...then i thought it was too little...then i was completely unsure. Now that i think about it though...it really is my first piece i'm selling legitimately...so you know i don't have the cred yet...and it just makes sense i guess. i'm happy...i'll miss the kiddies though...my jelly family :(
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12:06 am - triple amputee car chase.
Michael Francis Wiley doesn't have any arms, only has one leg, and he's 40...yet he managed to outrun Pasco County (FL) police. this guy is a fucking badass. i mean, maybe the police aren't too good...it is one of those bunk ass towns in FL (i've been to those towns, another world i tell you), but either way...this guy's got to be a sick driver. supposedly he's an asshole...has a serious criminal record. you know, drugs, alcohol...beating women, that sort of thing. one person who knew him stated, "He is one of the best driver's I've ever seen in my life. But he's the worst person i've ever met." ha.
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May 7th, 2007
02:54 am - i was just waiting. As an onlooker from the ground up...it becomes perfectly clear that cement and iron have replaced memories. New memories are being built, by good architects. Engines mute the noise that the children are making. They're still playing, but can't be heard, and my vision is blurred by a black veil draped across a chain link fence. I can still see them, though. They're running in their box, and are happy...it's all they know. They shout and they laugh as they toss and kick the ball. Their parents laugh and watch with lazy eyes. It's all they know.
Trees are visible, and have just bloomed. They are strategically placed to add to the glimmer of youth. It's just a glimmer.
I sit outside guarded windows covered with pale paper. A sex shop. A device. An illusion. Vacant.
The children laugh across the way. The lonely ones smirk upon entrance of where I'm posted. Characters play their role as they pass by. They are all characters. All of them. They know where they're walking, and they know who's watching.
A smile. Strange. Refreshing. A handsome young man with a dog and facial hair. I smile back, and he keeps walking. Then He looks back as if to inquire. I look too. He keeps walking. Courage is lost. Next time.
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May 5th, 2007
03:39 pm - the news blows.
it's been a while. but this news coverage is too precious to not display openly. thanks to my dear old friend Dana Lee for showing me this...she knows where the funnies are at. the news...a shambles i tell you. this is an undercover LA newscast about EMO kids. i sort of find it fascinating that the newscast started as purely factual, and then spiraled into some sort of melodrama. anyhoo...watch it, you'll laugh, and then get angry at how much the news doesn't do it's job.
http://www.myfoxla.com/myfox/pages/Home/Detail?contentId=3096234&version=1&locale=EN-US&layoutCode=VSTY&pageId=1.1.1
amazing.
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April 9th, 2007
03:25 pm - life and the like.
" what have i become?" this is what i ask julia as i enter our room at 2:45 am on thursday night, or friday morning, or whatever. i had a long strange night at work...i found out i was in debt...again. the good thing is that i made over $100 that night from tables randomly (sorry for using that word jesse) giving me money. i sat that football guy Carl Banks, of whom i didn't know at the time, so when a server told me i looked him up on wikipedia, and my manager caught me and made fun of me. I'm also almost positive i sat Dave Attel, but since the managers and servers at Chakra don't really know things except for sports and alcohol, i had no one to back me up, but i'm positive it was him, since my buddy "skateboard greg" reassured me today that it was probably him because he lives around here. if it was indeed him, he was a really nice guy, not creepy, and not even drunk, just very pleasant. his table tipped me $10 just for sitting them: thanks guys. Back to the question i asked at the top of this silly post: I was caught eating crust from already eaten pizza out of a pizza box on the floor. As i hunched over the box, consuming with much vigor (mind you) i felt ashamed...so i did my laundry. more things happened this weekend...that resulted in my life feeling like it was crumbling a bit. julia still likes to exclaim (!!!) to me, "JODIE, YOUR LIFE...IT'S CRAZY!" "yes, yes...i know." so last night i tried to clean my life up a bit by cleaning the bathroom for two hours...and giving myself bangs, which i immediately regretted. this is sort of a silly silly post. i'm sorry guys.
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April 1st, 2007
11:30 pm - judgements. right, well, being that my father tells me i'm many things...namely titles that people in the 60s used...for example, "Jodie, what the fuck are you, some kind of beatnik or something?" or "Jodie is such a bohemian. the girl has no concept of money...she could be living in a shack with a candle and her artwork and be happy." i don't really take offense to these things...i do make fun of my father though when he utters such things, "Dad, what are we in the 60s or something...a beatnik? it makes no sense." to which we both just laugh. more and more though i've realized my father may be right, what if i am some sort of beatnik, that would be awful. i was in the village last weekend by myself, in my favorite cafe (cafe reggios. go there, it's on McDougal and 3rd), i had a cappaccino, tirimisu, and a double espresso. i was reading Eggers, i was wearing a black turtleneck, i was smoking Djarum Blacks, and my nail polish was a dark brown that looks black. i suppose the only thing that i would consider not beatnikish is that i wasn't taking myself seriously, and i completely realized the hilarity of it all, oh and i don't scoff at people..i made friends with the waiter lovely little man. Still, maybe my father's on to something, i definitely have no concept of money, but i do worry about it (he doesn't know that though), i'm broke as a joke, but i still scrounge up enough to go to Chelsea with the best professor in the world...Ming Fay. that was a good trip. side note: it has been really difficult to write this being that i just played guitar hero and my fingers are wobbly. all in all though i hope to not look or be like this one day:
FIN.
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March 22nd, 2007
12:51 am I almost just peed my pants...or shorts rather, i'm wearing shorts. Anyhoo, Lucian Freud is going to be exhibited at the MoMA on December 16, 2007–March 10, 2008, and i feel like such a nerd because i wanted to scream like i was going to see Van Halen in 1984. I've been searching for which museums have his work, and it's been a tough search...so seriously guys...mark your calander off. i'm amped...oh and right now Jeff Wall is exhibited, and and Rossellini on Paper (which is awesome). go see more art.
Lucian Freud Naked Portrait 2002 oil on canvas Courtesy the artist
(this is the image that launched a whole project of artists doing portraits of kate moss, namely chuck close, alex katz...and others. funny.)
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March 19th, 2007
08:24 pm
Word...so this newspaper article came out. sooo embarrassing, and poorly written. it's good for rachel though...go for the gold m'friend!
Milltown provides perfect set
Home News Tribune Online 03/14/07 By CARMEN CUSIDO STAFF WRITER
MILLTOWN — Ava and Henry wanted to go on the run after robbing a convenience store. They go to the borough to hide out, but, is anyone really looking for them?
 So is the premise of "Lovers on the Run," a student project partly filmed in Milltown, where the film's director and actress grew up.
Director Rachel Schaff said she was going for a "Bonnie and Clyde" theme for her film, and thought Milltown would be the perfect place to film it. In the film, actors Ava and Henry rob a convenience store and shoot someone dead in New York City, and then hide out in Milltown, worried someone is looking for them. At the end of the film, the couple is stopped by a Milltown police officer for a broken tail light, and they drive off. "It was the only place I could picture the scenes playing out," said Schaff, a sophomore at New York University. Schaff and her 15-member crew, including assistant directors, a director of photography and the actors, were in Milltown from Feb. 23 to Feb. 25 to shoot the short film. "I came up with the concept last year," said Schaff, 19. She said she hoped to finish a rough eight-minute cut by May. The film, she said, would be about 15 to 20 minutes, and should be finished within the next year. Aside from presenting it to her Color Sync class, she plans to enter it to the student intermediate film festival in New York City, and also is looking at different festivals. Schaff recruited her friend Jodie Carr, who also grew up in Milltown, as Ava. "Milltown fits the rural aesthetics that we needed," said Carr, a fine arts student at William Paterson University. "It was comfortable to film in my town." Schaff and Carr used to shoot smaller projects and shorter films in the borough when they were in high school. "It's really fun, and fun to do, but I have to focus on school," said Carr, noting that she worked many hours on this film. "She's (Rachel) my friend. I want to help her out, and support her," said Carr, who is a painter and a sculptor. Schaff has made eight small films, but this is her first color 16 mm negative film. She spent $2,500 out of pocket, mostly on film and equipment. "My parents are helping out," Schaff said, with a laugh. The film is graded on the final cut, so she will get "incomplete" grade for the class in May, and continue working on the film next semester. Also an aspiring writer, Schaff said she knew since she was a youngster what her career goals were. "When I was in 4th-grade, I wrote down "director' when the teachers asked us what we wanted to do," she said. A summer program at NYU during the summer before her senior year in high school helped fuel her passion. "I'm positive I don't want to do mainstream Hollywood films," said Schaff, whose favorite film genres are drama and French New Wave.
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March 18th, 2007
11:02 pm
My fish Enoki died tonight. He almost made a year, and we had an awesome relationship. I have this sort of quiet sadness thing happening to me, and I feel really stupid about it. I miss him.
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March 10th, 2007
12:26 am - maybe it's just me....  but, i think this is the coolest shit ever. a giant squid...what!!? this thing is 33 1/2 ft. long and weighs half a ton. if one were to make calamari out of it, the rings would be the size of tractor tires. yum yum. it simply amazes me that things like this exist, and we don't know...there's giant fucking lobsters too...did you know that? bonkers. thats all.
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February 19th, 2007
02:59 am - jimminy crickets i don't know what happened this weekend. something did though, something bad. i just know it. actually i do know it. same thing again, man, same thing. i left sat. to go into manhattan ("i just blew in from manhattan"), oh you know, for movie things....blah blah blah. the kissing scene: being that my co-star does not know how to very well, became very technical, with myself trying to keep my laughter under wraps, gotta stay in character. i then had to go to a salvation army which rachel said, "isn't too far". my ass. my brother was depending on me to bring himself and his wife to the airport, i had to pick them up at 5pm. so, inevitably i had to run through the streets of the village to get to the path train to get my ass where it needed to be. by this point i'm tired, and running on four hours of sleep (thanks "tiger"), and have little to no food in me. i made it though. i did. after dropping the fam off, and on an empty tank, i had to go back to school, i missed an exit, and had to take a longer route. at my room: i opened the door by simply just leaning on it, almost falling asleep while doing so, got into the room, peeled off my layers, and fell asleep on the floor. i awoke to my phone ringing, and then bam! i had a date. oh that date. started well, didn't end well. well kind of. either way it involved driving back the way i was before, to jersey city. turns out i like the place, but not so much that night.
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February 16th, 2007
02:40 am - "teach civil rights." tonight i watched 'half nelson,' which was fucking incredible. i was really happy to see a good contemporary film, because lately i've been watching old films, foreign old films, which somehow become blurred, even though i love them. while watching 'half nelson' i was dying julia's hair, and patrick was lying on the floor. even though i had a mass of hair between my fingers, with dye all over my gloved hands, there was no way i was detached from the film at all. Ryan Gosling, what can i say about him...perhaps that i'm fucking enthralled by his craft. i love so much that this guy can act his ass off, i mean honestly, if someone can make 'murder by numbers' interesting, then it needs to be merited. it was hard to not be attracted to him in this film...it should have been hard, he did have a crack addiction, and bought from his student (the scene almost left me in tears, but i've mentioned that i've been having crying issues lately). julia was shocked and almost appalled that i thought he was the bees knees, " he's so dirty...and like i mean i like 'the notebook' ryan gosling, where he's all clean shaven and buff." julia really likes pretty guys. "whatever julia, i like degenerates. anyone with me? no. well, whatever he's rocking my world right now." i felt a bit ashamed for this odd attraction, especially because he reminds me of several people i know, looks and has the same mannerisms as my dear friend glenn, who i miss and who i used to pay in nachos for tutoring me in math. thanks glenn. patrick was excited for the 'broken social scene' driven soundtrack, but i didn't really care, the story was beautiful, and the acting impeccable. later on this evening i had a fight with my scarf and my coat. i won, but the scarf had me for a bit.
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February 12th, 2007
02:44 am - "could you rub lotion on my back?" so word...throw some D's on that...whatever. Anyway, i'm still buzzing from not really being able to hang out, or whatever, being that i'm driving everywhere (i used a whole tank of gas yesterday...bonkers). so about yesterday, i had to go into manhattan to do movie shit, sort of driving me nuts, to be perfectly honest. it takes up made time, but rachel's good, and my co-star mark is cool too. we had to rehearse all of the "kissing" scenes yesterday, and man was it interesting. poor kid is a bit sloppy, and normally i would assume that i was being too critical, but rachel was having a tough time. "ok...well maybe...well here's the thing, you can have a passionate kiss without using all of your mouth." in my head i had to thank her, because damn he was using his tongue, and getting my mouth area a bit too wet, and i laughed, and he asked why, and i was like "c'mon man, it's funny." good kid, though, i like him...very harmless, and willing to learn. rachel asked if she should leave us alone so i could teach him, and i was like, "that's a bit awkward, no?" "yeah, i guess, but i just don't know what to do, how should i break it to him?" "just let him know that it can be sexy without being crazy." does that make sense? it does to me. after all of that, i did the "girl-on-the-go" thing where i was like "listen, i'm so sorry, but i gotta go soon." so my wingman patrick and i hawled ass out of there, and took the train back to hoboken. i drove so fast to get back to my room, where i did a quick change into a black dress and boots. i had two holes in my stockings that i didn't realize you could see when i danced, and my sister asked me if i knew, and i was like "word, i forgot, but how 'arty' does this make me look right now...or like 'blade-runner-ish'?" i for real felt like darryl hannah for a sec, until i did the foxtrot with my father. later on that night i realized my favorite thing to say was "i just blew in from manhattan." people had asked what i have been doing. today i had to run to the mall before work (i hate the mall), and that was a pain in the ass, especially because i had to haul ass to get gas (used it all up the day before) and had a choice between getting cigarettes or food before work (time issues) so i went for the cigarettes. conveniently though, there was a dunkin donuts next door, so i got a buttered croissant and a cookie, and a coffee, which i mean couldn't have sufficed until 10:30, but it did somehow. when i got to work my manager asked me if my hands were clean. "umm. why?" "because (drops a huge thing of lotion on my hostess post) i need you to rub lotion on my back." "you've got to be kidding me?" "no sweetie. i just got a tattoo, and i need it." "umm, ok let me scrub up?" then i went to the bathroom and there was no soap, which i found out later there was, but they had just refilled it so it needed to be pumped multiple times. so i went to the men's bathroom (which i found out is far superior to the women's). "ok, i'm ready." he lifts up his shirt to reveal a hideous dragon tattoo on his chest and back. "you can rub harder, you know." "uhhh...i'm nervous, i don't want to hurt you. "it's cool." I wish someone could have seen the expression on my face, but i was in a state of disgustunbelief. later on that night, the bartender anthony, who i kind of think is cool, but who skeeves me out a bit, was trying to figure out what it takes to have sex with me. in my mind i thought, " a rufie?" but i didn't say that, and i just smiled coyly with a hint of smarm, and walked away. he later asked me if i was like a siren, and i was like, "i don't kill people". then he got on the previous subject again... he kept asking.
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February 10th, 2007
02:38 am - distasterology i watched "the science of sleep" tonight, and it was mostly what i expected, and a bit less. michel gondry should really stick to music videos, unless someone else writes a screenplay with him. i fear that his animation has gotten to be boring, and well, simply annoying. the best part of the film were some of the dialogues between gael garcia bernal (i just realized that i'm forced to write his full name, a bit obnoxious, no?) and charlotte gainsburg, were some of my favorite parts of the film, well my favorite parts actually. there's something about a dialogue between a man and a woman that always intrigues me. how different people, writers, depict the circumstance. david shapiro has said that in order to have an accurate dialogue between a man and a woman, one must write in non sequitors, which i suppose i agree with, because he has stated that either one or the other or both, don't listen to each other, which can be true, but may not be. one is either thinking of work, or food, or sex. the other may be thinking the same, just not necessarily in that order. this all may be untrue, i have great conversations with certain guys, but unless we're strictly chummy, there's always that last thought somewhere in the back of both of our minds. i was watching "red" last night, and there's a dialogue about how when spending time with the opposite sex, just you and he, or you and she (whatever)there's no question that you both know what's going to happen. men and women, know what conversation, food, laughs, movies, music, walking, breathing, is going to lead up to, but pretend not expect it, to be surprised. the direction her fingers make as she touches her hair, or the way she looks at the other, directly in the eye (pupils dilated), the way she puts her hand on her hip as she stands waiting for the other to purchase something or other, or the way she stands contrapposto, or the she licks or bites her lips casually during conversation, or even the way she tilts her head back while laughing, exposing her neck and alluding to what the position would look like if horizontal: the are many elements. the film mentions that upon the first call (to the other, to set up whatever meeting one wishes to have with the other) you both know and anticipate. i suppose this is somewhat inaccurate for all instances, but i found the dialogue to be very poignant in my mind. i don't really know what that says about me or anyone for that matter, but it would be hard to deny at any rate.
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February 8th, 2007
02:00 am - in shambles for sure. time seems to be completely slipping away. everyday i can't believe that tomorrow is tomorrow. "tomorrow is wednesday, tomorrow is thursday...where the hell am i? what am i going to eat?" these are things that cross my mind daily, and it blows. it's not necessarily bad, it's just i'd love to feel as if life were flowing at an even pace. the only time i have to myself comes late at night, very late. i do take that time to use it to the best capacity, though. i read, i dance, i stretch, i do gymnastics (the most i can do in my room, that is). sometimes i take pictures, erase them, take pictures, erase them. which brings me to another point. i'm going to start work on a series of portraits, and have been going back and forth in my mind, trying to decide whether or not to do one of myself, but if i were to do one of myself, i would be nude. this is a difficult decision for me because i just don't know who i'd want to see it. one part of me says, "oh jeez jodie, show the world, it's you, and you're beautiful." the other part of me is saying, "jodie, you are no extravert, what the hell are you thinking? would you really be comfortable with people doing critiques of your naked body, i mean, artwork?" the answer is yes and no, and tonight to try to deliberate further i took some photos of myself, nude, which is more difficult than one would assume. click:erase click:erase click:erase. i felt awkward afterward, and am still undecided. my sister-in-law told me to make it "not me" somehow, but this has just been one big mess. i feel as if i'm leaning toward doing it, i just have no one to take a decent picture of me, and would feel awkward asking most of the people i know. so until i find someone who i feel comfortable with, or a sufficiant way to do it using a timer, i just don't know.
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February 4th, 2007
02:21 am - I Corinthians 13 1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity (agape)*, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. 2 And though i have prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though i have all faith, so that i could remove mountains, and have not charity (agape), i am nothing. 3 And though i bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though i give my body to be burned, and have not charity (agape), it profiteth me nothing. 4 Charity (agape) suffereth long, and is kind; charity (agape) envieth not; charity (agape) vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, 5 Doth not behave itself unseemely, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; 6 Rejoiceth not in inquity, but rejoiceth in truth; 7 Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. 8 Charity (agape) never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. 9 for we know in part, and we prophesy in part. 10 But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. 11 When i was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when i became a man, I put away childish things. 12 For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. 13 And now abideth faith, hope, charity (agape), these three; but the greatest of these is charity (agape).
*Agape- the love of God in the renewed mind in manifestation.
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February 2nd, 2007
07:11 am it's been a very odd week, where feelings of mopiness and slupishness were felt in great abundance. i'm a bit sick, which could be why, but i also have had jam packed days where i've had no time to do anything, namely eat. But the slupmishness was really felt when i was watching the end of "uptown girls," i know, i know, silly. the movie, though, somehow always manages to make me cry. something to do with my mother, and something to do with my father, weird. so i was watching the end where you find out that brittany murphy had to sell her deceased father's guitar collection to make some dough, and then find out that her ex-lover turned rock star, bought the collection for her. He surprises her by having them presented by a group of little ballerina's at dakota fanning's (of whom i really dislike, and who in the film is the little girl brittany murphy takes care of, doing nanny business and such) recital. the ex-lover/rock star plays her father's (who was a rock star) song about brittany murphy when she was a little girl. this scene for some reason or another breaks my heart, or warms it. the other night i felt a little bit of both feelings. i cried a bit, but realized that i wanted to cry more and couldn't. i asked julia, " hey, i don't think i can cry anymore. i'm nervous." she simply replied, " maybe because you cried a lot for so many years, it just feels weird that you don't cry that much?" "maybe," i replied, "but i feel as if i need to, like really just let it out." Nothing will do it though, so i'm not sure if something's wrong with me, and if there's just one big cry waiting to surge, and this is why i felt so strange all week? or could it be that i'm so confused about many things it seems these days? i feel as if i get paranoid about what people think of me more quickly than i ever have, and this upsets me, and i need to stop it, because who cares.
on a lighter note, i got to do a script run through tonight in manhattan with my co-star, who i just met, and who's actually quite nice. no the biggest looker in the world, but we both weren't awkward about anything, and when it came time for him to grab me passionately, he didn't hesitate, and went for it, which made things a lot easier. after the run through, patrick and i met up with our friend elise, of whom i love. elise told us we were meeting up with a friend of mine i hadn't seen since i was 13, and who i had a very large crush on at that age. a quiet man he is, but i like loners and quiet people and really never have a problem talking to them, so it was good to catch up. he's still a handsome, handsome bloke, which made the slumpish week seem worth it somehow.
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January 29th, 2007
07:27 am - disconcerting there's certainly something about girls and Disney, isn't there?
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