| woah two updates in one day?!? unheard of! |
[Nov. 28th, 2005|09:53 pm] |
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| | Handshake Drugs- Wilco | ] |
So... I sat down and wrote some shit. It's like, maybe the beginning of a story. Maybe the end of a story. Maybe the middle, or maybe it's not a story at all. It could be a poem, or some kind of transitional piece that doesn't have a lable (ooh I'm so newfangled!) It's disjointed (I think it's supposed to be that way) and messy, and I am kind of proud of it. It doesn't really mean anything, and it has nothing to do with my life (except the Greyhound and Sleater-Kinney)... Don't feel obliged to read it. It's kind of long. I haven't written prose for... fuck... like four years? My voice has changed alot, it's weird stuff. LOVE.
( paul-by-the-window ) |
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| I HATE THIS |
[Nov. 28th, 2005|03:07 pm] |
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So our reading for Inventing America today was selections from Sherman Alexie (which, if you haven't read anything by him, YOU SHOULD) and so our discussion was AMAZING and insightful and poetic (well it always is, but more than usual, probably influenced by the poeticicity (ha) of the reading) and Nora had us do some writing... and I got in that writing mode that I haven't really been in since... god knows when... where I feel really inspired and open to my own emotions and want to get it all on paper. But then I LOST IT. god damn it. And I didn't even get anything down. All I have to show is the stuff I wrote in class, which was like TWO SENTANCES. Hell. I haven't written anything worthwhile since I got here. |
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[Nov. 23rd, 2005|09:53 am] |
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| | somthing missing- john mayer (i am kind of obsessed) | ] |
hi loves... i'm coming home tonight! should be in seattle by 10. call me soon, i want to see you ALL! much love, anna |
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| I Daresay, Old Chap! |
[Nov. 18th, 2005|03:16 pm] |
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| | Panic! At The Disco- But It's Better When We Do | ] |
I have never, ever been readier for a friday. This week... this week has been... oh my lord. Yes. And now is the first weekend in like a month when I have NOTHING to do except sleep, do homework, and maybe accomplish some christmas shopping. Several people including myself are going downtown for Vietnamese food tonight, and I am going to be happy, to stop the whirring in my mind that drives me insane, to rejoice at the fact that I get to come home next weekend (if only briefly) and to regain my sense or normalcy after what, looking back, seems to have been quite the... irregular? Topsy-turvy? Fantastical?... somthing to that effect, week. I feel as though it has been more like a year, in that so much shit has gone down (to speak eloquently).
Anna is done being a rebel. Anna is done being a slut. Anna is satisfied, for the time being, with being Anna.
Check back next week to see if that still holds true ;)
EDIT: Best of Fest?! Who and what? GO! |
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| hahha... |
[Nov. 17th, 2005|10:30 am] |
You're the Tomboy Pinup.
You know what boys want because you think like one.
Your sex appeal is in your confidence and
you're not afraid to let loose.
What kind of Pinup girl are you?
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[Nov. 14th, 2005|11:53 pm] |
the anticipation of
angst, is it?
of lips brushing lips and
forbidden things
drips like swollen fruit from my mind
resting on my sholders my
hips
and i am caught up in a percarious disease
aware of every trap i fall into
the caverns covered by beautiful leaves
can't trick me.
and muscles tense like a tiger
a vibrato of sinew against
desire
initiates a pattern of unease
where nothing right is wrong
and everything seems to linger
like a haunting melody
a song sung
notes off key
and sense and sensibility
are arbitrary attributes
that leave me
stranded. |
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| fuck yes! |
[Nov. 9th, 2005|03:16 pm] |
 | You scored as Captain Jack Sparrow. Roguish,quick-witted, and incredibly lucky, Jack Sparrow is a pirate who sometimes ends up being a hero, against his better judgement. Captain Jack looks out for #1, but he can be counted on (usually) to do the right thing. He has an incredibly persuasive tongue, a mind that borders on genius or insanity, and an incredible talent for getting into trouble and getting out of it. Maybe its brains, maybe its genius, or maybe its just plain luck. Or maybe a mixture of all three.
Captain Jack Sparrow | | 75% | El Zorro | | 67% | Indiana Jones | | 58% | Lara Croft | | 58% | The Amazing Spider-Man | | 54% | Maximus | | 50% | Batman, the Dark Knight | | 46% | William Wallace | | 46% | James Bond, Agent 007 | | 42% | Neo, the "One" | | 38% | The Terminator | | 17% | </td>
Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0
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| eeee |
[Nov. 4th, 2005|03:15 pm] |
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| | grateful dead | ] |
i'm really excited. opening night tonight!!! i feel like it's at the percarious state where we could be brilliant or just mediocre, and alot of it will depend on audience... and... i think it's leaning towards the brilliant side. oh lord, i don't know if it's the prospect of a new audience or what but i am so fucking ADD today. it's nerves and energy and... joy. because i get to be onstage and although i haven't felt particularly inspired by this role, it'll be lovely just to get that applause :)
other than living at the theatre 24/7 i have been NOT doing homework, and surviving my classes by doing the bare minimum. i don't even have time to get enough sleep! how can i be expected to do homework! i'll catch up next week... my parents are coming up tonight and i am so happy!!! annnndddd... i'm considering a double major in theatre and english. insane? probably. but i want it.
aaaannnnddd... curtain. |
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| ah, hell week. |
[Oct. 31st, 2005|03:20 pm] |
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So this weekend I spent over 20 hours at the theatre. In two days. Jesus. So I come home last night, not having showered since Friday, feeling exhausted and useless from being onstage for all of two hours and saying maybe one line, burned my finger on a stage light, felt like I was coming down with somthing from being around so many people with germs and stuffy noses and sore throats, and I thought to myself "Why do I suffer through this utter pain and agony?" and then I chuckled and sighed and wistfully looked out the window (ok, not really, but it sounded good...) because...
Theatre is magic. I was laying there onstage after being shot (ha) and I was on my little platform high above everyone else, and I looked down at the 10 people in the audience muttering angrily over lights and sound and live feed videos and all the hellish tech stuff that happens in this show, and I had a moment of lucency where I realized: the audience that shows up for our performances will never have any idea that we spent two entire days in tech, that Glen the light guy didn't sleep for five days, that Stepan took the shuttle home at 12 last night because he was too tired to bike the two miles to his house, that everyone is sick and cranky and spent hours freezing in their next to nothing costumes while waiting to spend 10 minutes onstage... because to them, it's just this transient amazing spectacle that happens in two hours and then dissapears forever, and no one thinks about HOW. It just IS. And that... is so fucking beautiful to me. I guess it hit me with this show cuz I've never done somthing with so much tech before. But I love that about theatre. It was obviously dubbed a "play" by someone who had never been in one, because it is damn hard work.
ANYWAYs.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMUEL HART JOHNSTON!!! I tried to send you one of those cakes with strippers in it, but it must have gotten lost in the mail... I love you, tiger :) |
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| Anna as Chantal! |
[Oct. 29th, 2005|01:30 pm] |
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| |  good | ] |
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| | J'en Connais- Carla Bruni | ] |
Woah. It's weird, cuz in the pictures it looks really reddish, but in actuality it is very brown. Although this is probably what it will look like onstage, since there will be lots of lights and it brings the highlights out. Sooooo weird. I keep staring at myself in the mirror. Hahhaha. Wow. It'll look hot with the all-white slut theme. Shit... half my school is seeing this show. Ha. Not.
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| squeeeeee |
[Oct. 28th, 2005|11:16 pm] |
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| |  bouncy | ] |
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| | nada (jaffe's sleeping) | ] |
i just finished dying my hair... dark brown.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
except its really more... medium brown, or even light. but it's certainly not blonde.
i feel... sultry. HAHAHHA....oh lord. |
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| SEX!!! |
[Oct. 21st, 2005|09:53 am] |
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| |  awake | ] |
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| | haha... christina aguilera | ] |
hello loves!
midterms are over = my brain is mush, but i am happy. i went for a LOVELY long bike ride yesterday and i forgot how fucking good it feels to get that heart rate up and lungs burning and to sweat... mmm... i'm not even sore today! yay anna.
we did a full run in costume of the balcony last night. how fucking amazing is that? we open in exactly two weeks and we're basically ready now (well, except for the fucking set and lights and everything that will take a YEAR to do... but yeah). so, costumes are... interesting. i thought mine would be the worst, but i'm beaten by jorn, who has to wear black tighty whities, a garter belt, sheer black lace thigh highs, and patent leather heels. that's all. he looks... hot? aghhhh. the show is fucking WEIRD. it shocks me, and i'm in it. there are like... people jacking off onstage and having orgasms all over the place. and castrating themselves. not one to bring the grandparents to. hahahaha. anyway. yeah. that is my life, school and rehearsal. possibly sage and i are going to a house party tonight, she has the hookup from the cross country boys. that should be interesting. hahahha. i hope everyone in seattle is doing well! love.
( sam i OWNED you, bitch!!! and i DEFINITELY didn't cheat. ) |
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| WHAT?!?!? |
[Oct. 13th, 2005|04:31 pm] |
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| |  blah | ] |
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| | here i dreamt i was an architect- the decemberists | ] |
hahahhahaha ok so I was listening to music and this song comes on and i hear the words "jean genet" and then i started listening, and can i just say that this song is literally (and i'm not kidding i think it was written about it) about 'the balcony'? haaaaa. oh btw i have to dye my hair dark brown. agh!
THE ACTOR'S OPPROBRIUM by Of Montreal
I guess I should have known to stay away
From a snuff film by Gene Genet
But the cash was good and the director gave me the biggest scene
What does it mean when Pentacostal born again virgins appear picketing in angry protest?
Oh those sloppy tarts have sulpherized hearts
Sure a dead man quietly pulling on his tongue in a coffin after being hung
Does make strange erotic cinema but that was the great master’s vision
And the actors agree to portray the fiend is best in a death fantasy
’cause when one is licking the knife, ah well that is truly the life
oh what does it mean when the stagehand approaches wheeling in a guillotine
let’s play nice
yes I want to be a star but that’s going too far
yes I’m still smarting from the bite of coital sessions in gelatal light
I’m questioning my chosen career
don’t think I’ll be attending the premier
i spent 3 hours this morning writing letters when i should have been studying. fuckkkkk. i can't get motivated. but i don't want to fail. |
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| sigh, and this is life. |
[Oct. 12th, 2005|10:25 pm] |
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| | just okay | ] |
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| | in an aeroplane over the sea- neutral milk hotel | ] |
Oh lord I miss all of you. Know that. |
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[Oct. 12th, 2005|12:17 pm] |
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| |  pretty | ] |
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| | belle & sebastian- Century of Fakers, A | ] |
The box said “type a question for help”
So I typed
“Why are the leaves so colorfast
And when they fall past my window
Why don’t the oranges and reds
Just fall off leaving small piles of vibrancy
All over the sidewalk
For me to slip slide in on the way to class?”
And when the search results appeared
The first one said
“Taming unruly formatting in your word documents”
And I wonder if that’s telling me something.
Unruly formatting
As though the commas and paragraph indents
Will jump off the page and throttle each other
And the essay will never
Ever
Be complete.
And I wonder again if it’s telling me
That I should stop asking unanswerable questions
And get back to work
Or I’ll fail my midterms. |
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| train writing/i miss home/i should be doing french/my eyeballs hurt/i want to cuddle |
[Oct. 9th, 2005|08:38 pm] |
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| | 3-shy-cubs, Holopaw | ] |
as the train's curves
mimic the curve of sand along
the bank
a shimmering snake
throwing auburn through my eyelashes
and the leaves falling thick
like new snow
coat the tracks
and we slip slide into new territory
with the sound of a lost whistle.
so i think back to other times
bracken covered climbing trees
a hand to entertwine through mine
like ivy on a monumental wall
crumbling from too many day's touches
a sound that says my name
like rushing water
so i'm not sure if i'm really called.
this is the beginning
in flashes of autumn and
swatches of farmland quilts
stitched in patterns unfamiliar to me
and snatches of song
sung by voices i can't name
they make me want to curl up
in your palms
and sleep away my thoughts. |
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[Oct. 6th, 2005|05:35 pm] |
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| | thankful | ] |
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| | some by sea- actors and actresses, they'll all die soon | ] |
i...am......HOME!!!
i love seattle. i fucking love it. after an eventful train ride in which i thought i was not going to make it here until this morning, i finally got to seattle two and a half hours late and proceeded to cry at the incredible beauty of aurora avenue, my basement, the interior of my car, my bed, a kitchen with food in it, and a bathroom that is not just a bunch of stalls for toilets and showers.
oh fuck i am never going to be able to leave... hahaha.
anyway, my joy is abundant. i shaved my legs. i cooked myself breakfast AND lunch. i actually took all my clothing off at once before putting on my pajamas. that moment of nakedness was FANTASTIC.
bathhouse party on saturday night, BE THERE- and bring food.
everyone else, i want to see you. call me. |
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[Oct. 4th, 2005|05:03 pm] |
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| | excited | ] |
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| | Internationale-Billy Bragg (19th time today...aggghhhh) | ] |
I'm PACKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aaaannnnndddd... I've foolishly fallen in love with the Aubrey R. Watzek library here on campus. Foolishly, because whenever I go there to study I end up just sitting there in awe of the silence and books and trees outside the windows and cushy leather couches and sunlight filtering in and keyboards tap tapping and the people bent over their books and the high celings and the gorgeousness of all the intellectuality... I swear to god, librarys are my churches (said by the daughter of a librarian ;). But I never get my work done. Argh.
I'LL BE HOME IN LESS THAN A DAY!!! |
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