Date: 2008-04-30 16:53 Subject: (no subject) Security: Public Music: that untitled cd you gave me for my birthday.

fuck Culture, Power and Privilage, more like Culture, Power and Poopsmear.

Date: 2008-04-30 16:51 Subject: (no subject) Security: Public

The street
filled with tomatoes,
midday,
summer,
light is
halved
like
a
tomato,
its juice
runs
through the streets.
In December,
unabated,
the tomato
invades
the kitchen,
it enters at lunchtime,
takes
its ease
on countertops,
among glasses,
butter dishes,
blue saltcellars.
It sheds
its own light,
benign majesty.
Unfortunately, we must
murder it:
the knife
sinks
into living flesh,
red
viscera
a cool
sun,
profound,
inexhaustible,
populates the salads
of Chile,
happily, it is wed
to the clear onion,
and to celebrate the union
we
pour
oil,
essential
child of the olive,
onto its halved hemispheres,
pepper
adds
its fragrance,
salt, its magnetism;
it is the wedding
of the day,
parsley
hoists
its flag,
potatoes
bubble vigorously,
the aroma
of the roast
knocks
at the door,
it's time!
come on!
and, on
the table, at the midpoint
of summer,
the tomato,
star of earth, recurrent
and fertile
star,
displays
its convolutions,
its canals,
its remarkable amplitude
and abundance,
no pit,
no husk,
no leaves or thorns,
the tomato offers
its gift
of fiery color
and cool completeness.

Date: 2007-08-06 22:40 Subject: "wand" indeed. Security: Public

The last Harry Potter book was good, but it was missing something...so I wrote an extra chapter.



Harry walked up the staircase leading to the Gryffindor common room. It had been a long day, and all he wanted to do was forget about everything that had happened. But he couldn't shake the visions from his head. Ron and Hermione had had another row just after Divination and he had failed yet again to transfigure a tea kettle into a raccoon. His head was throbbing and his feet ached. Just as he was stepping through the portrait hole, Luna appeared.
"Oh, hello Harry. Is something the matter? You look upset" She glided towards him , placing her pale, delicate hand upon his muscular shoulder. Her touch sent shivers down his spine. "Don't think about that now!" Harry thought to himself. He needed time and distance to sort out his troubled emotions. And maybe some firewhiskey as well...but Harry couldn't deny that Luna's presence made him feel warm and protected. "After all," he thought, "she is one hell of a witch."
Luna glided towards him and took his hand.
"You shouldn't be alone tonight, I'm going to sleep up in the Gryffindor girl's dormitory and you should join. Everyone is off at Hogsmead for the weekend." When Harry hesitated, she smiled her luminous smile.
"I'm only thinking of your safety. Nothing has to happen..." Her large grey eyes glowed in the flicker of the roaring fire. Ever since he saw her that first day in the Great Hall he had imagined kissing those luscious lips, but his life was in danger and this wasn't the time to get wrapped up in passion.
Luna led the way up to the girls dormitory, opened the door and pulled Harry in.
"I'll sleep on the floor", she offered, removing her robes and shoes. She was wearing Converse trainers...and she had...markered them all up. Harry shuddered with sexual excitement.
A rush of emotions filled him to the brim and he felt as if he might burst with magical fire.
Suddenly, he wanted to give in to desire. If Voldemort got to him tomorrow, he'd make sure that his last night was spent in ecstasy, not fear. He reached for her waist.
"What are you doing, Harry?" Luna asked, a look of surprise crossing her face.
"You started the magic when you invited me up" Harry uttered, his voice shaking, "now I'm going to finish it...Potter style."
"Harry, what are you doing?" she asked again, smiling this time.
"Making up for lost time." He pulled her towards him. Her cheeks flushed scarlet, but her face was full of apprehension.
"But Harry," she breathed, "what about Ginny? I thought you two were sort of, you know, an item. I mean I saw you two rolling around together under the Whomping Willow just last week..."
She trailed off as Harry's fingers traced the curve of her hip.
"Don't worry about Ginny...she'll never know. Like I said, I'm making up for lost time. You rock my world, Luna, don't try to talk me out of this."
Feeling a little giddy, she tore away his robes revealing his bare, heaving chest. She skimmed his stomach with her fingertips then followed those glorious muscled down until she worked her hands into the back of his trousers. He was commando beneath. Warm muscles flexed under her touch. She tugged at the waist of his jeans as she felt his hot breath on her lips. She surrendered to his kiss and moaned as he ran his tongue along her neck and up around her ear. She felt something press against her leg.
"Harry, I think you forgot to take your wand out of your pocket."
Harry smirked and stared deep into her eyes.
"Oh that's not my wand, baby, that's something else entirely."
Then, he gave in, he pulled off her shirt and unclasped her bra with a flick of his wand. Her pants slithered off with another swish of holly and phoenix feather. Luna let out a sigh of pleasure and produced her own wand.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Their clothes rose from the floor and flew into the blazing fire.
"We won't be needing those" she breathed. Luna reached for his zipper and eased it down.
"I don't think a witch has ever tried to strip me before." said Harry.
"Oh but they've fantasized about it..." thought Luna, a naughty look crossing her face. The hot friction of his "wand" was maddening against her. He brought his mouth over hers,
"You're not afraid of fast and hard?"
"I live for fast and hard, cowboy!" Luna cried, sliding his trousers down to the floor. Harry's hand teased Luna's ribs, her stomach, then between her legs, touching her until she moaned his name. "Harry! OH HARRY!" He kissed her forcefully, passionately, anchoring her against the bed post. They grabbed at each others hot, sweaty flesh and fell onto the four poster bed. He eased his "wand" inside her. She bit his neck, her body urgent. He pushed into her over and over again and felt her body shake with waves of pleasure. He grabbed her hips, driving deeper, filling her with his magic.
"I've wanted you this way since the first time i saw you produce a patronus." Luna whispered.
"I'll give you a patronus..." Harry moaned, "hold on, this could get rough."
"Rough is fantasmical! Luna thought...out loud...feeling the white-hot pleasure beginning to spread through her body.
"More!" she rasped as he pulled her legs around his, on the edge of something wonderful. He moaned as he drove into her, their bodies meeting completely. She tensed against him, suddenly lost in ecstasy, screaming out spells and enchantments,
"Levicorpus! Accio! Diffindo! Stupefy! EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!!!"
They climaxed together, making him groan and yell out for the gods and great wizards of yore.
"MERLIN'S BEARD!!!"
He collapsed against her heaving body, tasting the sweat on her chest. She pulled him close to her and they turned to watch the glowing embers and smoldering bits of robe in the dying fire. They heard the splash of the giant squid in the Black Lake through the open window.
Voldemort may be on the loose, but here in Luna's arms, wrapped in her magical aura, Harry felt completely safe.

THE END...maybe.

Date: 2007-06-26 19:28 Subject: that is SO swayze. Security: Public

Dear PUPPY OUTLET/STORE/DEPOT on the corner of Arlington Heights and Golf Rds,

I am curious to know why I, a legal adult, am able to vote, buy pornography, cigarettes and lottery tickets ...but I am not able to take out one of your malnourished, monkeyshit stinky (yet adorable!) puppies to play with.
If you would let me take out one of said puppies I promise (girl scouts honor) that I would not let said puppy vote (especially republican), watch pornography (especially necro-fetish), smoke cigarettes (especially virginia slims) or (worst of all) buy lottery tickets (.....).


Best,

Sarah C. Davis



P.S. I also highly recommend this new-fangled product "sprayable antibacterial". i noticed an entirely new ecosystem growing in the corners of the play cubicles.

Date: 2007-06-14 20:29 Subject: if i don't let myself be happy now then when, if not now, when? Security: Public Music: hedwig

EPIPHANY(long time coming, chuckle):




you can deliberate and argue with yourself, cry and worry, convince and unconvince for days, weeks, months, years even, over whether you should fight for what you think/thought you have/had with someone. and the truth is, sometimes you just shouldn't. sometimes you should just stop, take a step back and observe what you're trying for. for the sake of your own mind, heart, soul, chi, emotional self, whatever. fuck, it just cant be healthy overall. they aren't worth the head aches or the heart aches, the stomach aches, even. people can be liars, cheats, frauds and sadly, your friend at the same time. and for some reason it can take forever to see that they aren't who you thought they were. so what do you do? you co-exist and be genuine. you get over it. you pour yourself a glass half full of wine and move on. people just can't always be who you want or need them to be. and i guess what i'm trying to say (and convince myself of) is that some people and situations just aren't worth your trying heart. and what helps you realize this are the wonderful people who are.
so what am i doing? i'm taking deep breaths, long days in the sun and late nights in the grass.
and i'm thinking about the wonderful person right in front of me.


see? you were in it too.

Date: 2007-03-25 13:52 Subject: i honestly dont have a bad temper. and this ranks very high on the "Not Fair" scale. Security: Public Location: bottom of a well.

read this. it'll give you a chuckle.


i just came back from value village (resale shop).
i went there to find costume pieces for three scenes that im in for my text analysis class. so i spend an hour searching and trying on clothes then i wander upstairs to find a few props then i go to pay. i choose to pay by use of the check...which i have done every single time i have bought anything from value village.
so the lady rings everything up, the total is 36.39 (im not thrilled). but whatever, thats the price i pay for being a theatre student.
so i write out my check and give it to her along with my id
then she looks at me and says "we dont take out of state checks"
i look at her and i say "oh yes you do."
and she looks at me and says "im sorry, we dont"
my stomach drops into my uterus and my eyes widen. my eyebrow raising into scarlett o'hara battle mode.
i try killing her with my eyes and i say "ive written at least 5 checks here in the past 7 months. you take out of state checks."
then she says "im sorry ma'am"
she called me ma'am.
so i said "ma'am?!"(im twenty, i dont have ma'am coming for at least another 5 years)
and she said "let me call my manager"
and i said "yes, why dont you do that"
so the manager comes over and says that they've never taken out of state checks.
and i said "yes you have and DO. here is my check record, i have it all written down in there. and i know that its not just a mistake from some of your employees because i can see on my bank statement every month that the money i spend here is being taken out of my account. you DO take my checks."
then she had the nerve to tell me "ma'am calm down"
and the next part is kind of vague.
my rage built up to the equivalent of a maelstrom.
it went something like this:

"well isnt this just fucking swell. you know my life pretty much is a cycle around this place? im a theatre student. this is a costume i need for this week. and now im not going to have a costume. which means that i'll probably be getting an F for my scenes. and you know what? i cant get F's. i need to get good grades so that i can stay in this college that im paying 25 grand per year for. im broke! which is why i spend what money i have on what i need here, because its fairly cheap. and i need to be able to buy cheap things because im an actor. and you know whats great about being an actor? im probably going to be paid a couple hundred less than jack shit for the rest of my life. which is why im shopping here! but NOW i cant shop here because you've SUDDENLY DECIDED you dont take out of state checks. well that my dears, is cockshit. talk to your employees. thank you for a glorious waste of my time."
then i think i left in a huff.

fuck sundays. fuck value villiage.
my life is horse shit.

Date: 2007-03-17 11:39 Subject: "british people flirt weird" Security: Public Mood: geeky Music: spitalfield

im back and the weather is blase. my flight left something to be desired considering the very small asian teenager with the louis vuitton backpack sitting next to me kept on trying to fall asleep on my shoulder. and then the large woman behind me decided she wasnt going to let me put my seat back. well fuck that cockshit assman.
despite the annoyances, i did manage to get some shut-eye. i think i snorted myself awake a few times. sexy.

yesterday was oodles of fun. jp and i went to the shedd aquarium and saw the whales, eels, frogs, penguins, giant turtles and a very disappointing giant pacific octopus. it looked neither giant nor pacific...and im starting to doubt whether or not it was even an octopus.
"you're dinner!"
the aquarium also had birds......BIRDS. its an aquarium, goddamnit, get your feathered ass outta there. and they also had the most frightening creature i have ever seen, the goliath spider (or something like that, i know it had goliath in there though. maybe it had mammoth too...i wouldnt be surprised.) the thing was the size of my head and looked as if it could have done my math homework. later, when i was looking through the pictures we took, i almost had a coronary incident when its picture came up. i threw the camera out the window and sat there trembling, sweat rolling down my forehead. then i died.

watched the boys practice last night, so awesome to see them and jacque. but now i miss them even more. good thing i only have 6 weeks left til summer..ahhhhhhh



happy birthday jp!! you'll be wasted by 4!!!!

Date: 2007-03-08 15:07 Subject: (no subject) Security: Public Location: bedski Music: journey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!@&%$#

myth projects rocked. sad they're over. cant wait to see the dvd.
bye bye 65 degree weather. welcome back cold and rainy.

i stole a grapefruit from whole foods this afternoon.

home in two days!!

Date: 2007-03-04 16:15 Subject: i like all of you at home too. Security: Public

my top ten favorite people as of september...in seattle:

andrew buffelen
sarah warren
sarah grosman
marya sea kaminski
timothy mccuen piggee
sean frazier
kelly ehlert
the midget downtown who gives out free hugs.
giuseppe
kathleen collins
sheila daniels


the rest of you all suck and can die.


"i mean, i dont hate her...she's just rude, selfish, arrogant and completely toxic to my entire being. okay, i hate her."

Date: 2007-02-28 09:07 Subject: well fuck me running, it's wednesday! Security: Public

"black actors, or Blactors as they prefer to be called..."





whats a girl gotta do to get some love around here?

Date: 2007-02-27 19:43 Subject: i suck, therefore i am. Security: Public Location: the rebel base Music: devendra banhart

ffffffuck my cock im tired.
you know you've given it all up, left it all on the stage, explored every part of your being, worked with an open heart, and dared to suck SO HARD when you cant stay awake while making your macaroni and cheese dinner.

man, i kept NOTHING for myself today. and ever since the fall i feel like ive done that every single day while at school. im at school for 10 hours everyday, and you know what? I FUCKING LOVE IT. there really isnt any place i'd rather be. there isnt anything i'd rather be doing. i lose myself in this work, in these characters, in these stories. and yes, there are days like today when i've performed scenes, read pages of plays, given all of myself to my craft..and i find myself walking the mile uphill back to my apartment and i think "shit. i really fucking sucked today", but all that means is that i dared to try, i dared to solve a problem, i dared to give a part of myself away for the sake of my art.

i know this sounds all made-for-tv-movie-esque, but i dont care. for once in my life im at a place where i'm working at what i love, i'm working at what i'm going to become. and there's no high school director telling me that i dont take myself seriously and that i should "think of a back-up major.", there's no one here who's going to cast me because of how i fill out a dress, no one to tell me that i'm NOT SMART ENOUGH.

i wake up everyday and smile, no matter how tired and sore i am, because i'm happy. i'm happy to be trying and to be working. i'm happy because i'm daring to be the change i wish to see in the world. and thats enough for me.

Date: 2007-02-22 19:39 Subject: "just let the swan fucking DIE!!" Security: Public Location: the rebel base Music: GRIZZLY BEAR.

two more weeks until i visit the midwest again. sigh...i'll be coming home to a new house though...we'll see how that is. whatever, i've learned that home is more than a house. it's the people, the feeling.

so there's these myth projects that we (freshmen)are performing on march 6th in raisbeck. it's going to be completely huge. and awesome. these myths....are hilarious, tragic, heroic, and probably more than anything..sexual. its true. i swear, everyday somebody new gets naked or touches their scene partner inappropriatly....well, not inappropriatly. sexually. its great.


i gotta tell ya, there really isnt anything better than this. i mean, i just cant imagine anyone ever wanting to be anything other than this. i love telling the stories. i want to tell the stories for the rest of my life. i want to keep on telling the truth until there isnt any left. i want to give it all up. because actors are human sacrifice. they give up a part of their soul to tell truthful stories and to teach people through truth. and if you dont have that, you're teaching through lies.

and then you're george w. bush.



listen to grizzly bear.
enjoy the outdoors.

Date: 2007-01-15 10:52 Subject: i miss you's not enough. Security: Public Music: regina. duh.

so im back.
im happy to be back. real happy to see everyone. nice to be back in the apartment.
when my cousin was driving me from SeaTac back to my apartment, we were driving on the highway along the water and came up over a hill. the city came into view and as usual pretty much took my breath away. it's nice to be back home. i know i belong here and i probably wont move back to the midwest.
but i'm not completely happy.
i didnt think i was going to feel like this.
great big sigh...
there's so much back there.
school starts tomorrow. im going down to mcc with andy this afternoon to work on our sonnets and such.

pshh. i cant write anything right now.



le renard misses the point.

Date: 2006-11-29 17:29 Subject: surruh is... Security: Public Location: bed Music: reginA, reginA ah ah ahh ahhhh.

going home.


home.

Date: 2006-11-24 16:35 Subject: when i look in my mouth, i dont see an airway...just big, red pulsating nodules. so, i prescribe... Security: Public

a cup of coffee and bad livejournal surveys.


Inside The Actors Studio Bernard Pivot Questionnaire:


What is your favorite word?
Home.

What is your least favorite word?
Like.

What turns you on?
Laughter, music, someone touching that spot on my neck right behind my ears, the Olympics.

What turns you off?
Dirty kitchens, ignorance, when someone says "I'm prayin'for you.", reggae.

What sound do you love?
My bare feet on a tile floor, my best friend singing.

What sound do you hate?
Vacuum cleaner.

What profession, other than yours, would you like to attempt?
Writer/photographer for a travel magazine such as National Geographic or Travel + Leisure.

What profession would you not like to participate in?
Fund-raising.

If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?
"No way!" and then I'd say "Yahwei!", and then we'd do some handshake involving snapping and ass-smacking.

And finally, what is your favorite curse word?
Cocksucker. Hands down.




Open iTunes/iPod or Windows Media Player to answer the following.
Go to your library.
Answer, no matter how embarrasing it is.


How many songs?
2746

Sort by song title
First Song: - $$$$ -Desaparecidos
Last Song: Your New Aesthetic -Jimmy Eat World

Sort by time
Shortest Song: Her Majesty -The Beatles (00:23)
Longest Song: Tereza and Tomas -Bright Eyes (25:46)

Sort by album
First Album: (unreleased demo) Regina Spektor
Last Album: Zombies! Aliens! Vampires! Dinosaurs! -Hellogoodbye

Top Five Most Played Songs
In Your Eyes -Peter Gabriel
Pavlovs Daughter -Regina Spektor
Do You Know What I Love The Most? -Saves The Day
Night Drive -Jimmy Eat World
These Foolish Things -Billie Holiday


First ten songs that come up on Shuffle:
Sick Of Me -Green Day
Bike Scene -Taking Back Sunday
Steamer Trunk -Alkaline Trio
Roll With It -Oasis
Hourglass -The Hush Sound
Banshee Beat -Animal Collective
The Dress Looks Nice On You -Sufjan Stevens
Sudden Death In Carolina -Brand New
Bad News -Owen
Sarah -Mojave 3


How many songs come up when you search for "sex"?
9

How many songs come up when you search for "death"?
35

How many songs come up when you search for "you"?
361




well that was productive.
hm. i cant really breathe.
im going to the ER to get a cortisone shot.

hope everyone had a happy skanksgiving.

Date: 2006-11-23 22:37 Subject: i think shooter marbles have grown on my right lymph node. Security: Public Music: billie holiday....hah, holiday.

i have a question.

all of my friends have gone home to their families for the holiday weekend. i have a leak in the ceiling next to the window closest to my bed. i'm homesick. i'm lacking cranberry salad (wow). the only thing i have to drink as of right now is tap water. i was uninvited from my relatives thanksgiving for fear of giving my small cousins mono (because i was planning on licking each of their sticky, obnoxious faces, you know). and i've spent my day alone in my apartment reading my roommates endless supply of tabloid magazines and eating strawberry jello.


is it wrong for me to be bitter? is it?




happy fucking thanksgiving.

Date: 2006-11-14 21:44 Subject: i'm a sick, sick jew. Security: Public Music: NEW BRAND NEW (redundant?)

so, i've got shpilkes in my geneckte gezeugte.


aka: either the flu or mono.
and at the most opportune time in my life. that was me being cynical, did you catch? hip to my jive?

so, i'm excited about crewing for Peer Gynt for the next three weeks. It's fabulous, 5 hours every night AND i dont have to go home until midnight!!!! it goes well with my 10am-6pm schedule too. I have an hour to do all of my homework each night. Oh yeah! AND, i've got from midnight until 10am every day to rehearse my Raisin in the Sun scenes with my two separate partners!! Oh! And i might have to quit my job until i come back from break!!! This is so great, i think i might shit confetti!




catch?

alright, i'm off to bed to spoon with my fever. It's so hott i can hardly contain myself from balling it all night long.

Date: 2006-11-05 15:21 Subject: im tired. Security: Public Mood: i dont have time for moods Music: xiu xiu

my body hurts something fierce.
yesterday was fun. sarah warren and i walked the 2 miles to safeway in the rain together. we grocery shopped and felt like lesbians. "Sarah, do we need carrots?", "I dont know, Sarah, will you eat them?" , "Sarah, should we get the cake mix? It's two for five.", "Yes Sarah, but do we really need cake?" "Sarah, I'm making soup on thursday, what do you want in it?" "Oh I don't know Sarah, grab those potatoes, will you?". Funny thing is, we don't live together. Yet.
We went to starbucks (embarrassing) and shared a coconut latte. Then went by Urban so she could drop off her application. I bought courderoys and rainboots with my 40% discount. I ordered sean around asking for different sizes and such.
We made vegitables at Sarah's later on and watched movies. And we bought a black and white disposible camera.

I'm tired.
Just finished rehearsing with durrrrik. Now i have two hours to do homework and eat before work. then im hopefully getting together with sean and cory to figure out how we're going to take our class on a tour of belltown tomorrow.

i want to go home and have my mom make me scrambled eggs with ketchup. and i want to play with my k-dog.


sighs.

Date: 2006-11-02 16:48 Subject: take a tall drink out of my ass, i'm not listening. Security: Public Music: radiohead.

my life is becoming a white trash casserole.
thats a lie.
but my life is becoming a casserole of school, theatre, crew, raisin in the sun scenes, urban outfitters, standing around my kitchen wondering what i can eat that will give me the most energy for the next 11 hours, and strange nights of sleep.

i woke up yesterday to the sound of animatronic voices floating up from downstairs. "its time to get up, it's time to get up." but i was in such a sleepy stupor that i didnt know what to do with myself. i thought i had overslept, but couldnt completely wrap my mind around the fact that i had overslept...even though in reality i HADN'T overslept. and i was still kind of in my dream, but i knew that i was awake.
and to this day (one day after) i still don't know why there were animatronic voices floating up from the lower level of my apartment.

i'll need to finish this later, i'm late for movement.
gotta go get my ass felt up and say "macbeth" in front of bob macdougall.


two hours later...

I'm tired. i'm frustrated and worried about when crew starts and my life turns to hell. then again it will be with bob leigh, so at least that's good. is it strange that i have an intellectual crush on a teacher 30 years my senior? i dont think so. warren, grosman, and sami are jones'n for him too.
i need to talk to bob leigh. or timothy (my text analysis teacher). i cried with timothy yesterday after my scene. it was amazing.
so i'm stressed. and im missing my sister a lot these days. she's been dealing with some serious shitty stuff for the past three months and it just recently got resolved.
sigh. i need to go grocery shopping real bad. but its raining and i dont feel like walking a mile in the rain to the safeway.
i need to do laundry as well.

i'm a complainer.

sigh. i'm not sleeping or eating for the next 42 days.

Date: 2006-10-31 00:40 Subject: smile more. Security: Public Music: album: W. Baker P.I. (2)

so.
i have a job.
being pretentious.
i work at the urban outfitters on broadway.



and i have one thing to say about this weekend:
"if her skirt were any shorter, i could see her poisoned apple."

fuck, im clever.




and im good at pwning you, no?
yes.





fancied.
goodnight gracie.