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Four Songs That Played In a Row On My Ipod That Conspired to Make Me Cry* As I Walked Home From The PATH After Taking My Sister to The Airport:

1. No More, Stephen Sondheim (Into the Woods)

Running away
we'll do it
Free from the ties that bind
No more despair
or burdens to bear
out there
in the yonder...

2. It's Not, Aimee Mann

So here I'm sitting in my car at the same old stoplight
I keep hoping for a change but I don't know what
so red turns into green turning into yellow
and I'm just frozen here at the same old spot

3. Brand New Cadillac, The Clash

(This one had no particular emotional effect on me, but "random" mode sometimes messes up your melancholy little symphonies; we'll pretend it didn't come on)

4. By Your Side, Stephen Schwartz (Godspell)

Where are you going?
Where are you going?
Won't you take me with you?
For my hand is cold and needs warmth
Where are you going?

So that's that, I'll see her in November when we're planning to invade NIIIIIIIPONNNNNTHEFLOATINGISLAND with a frozen turkey and embarrassing Americanisms!

My parents took the goodbyes rather well; my mom was doped up on Valium obtained especially for the occasion, and my dad has always treated every parting with great ceremony and emotion, whether we're just leaving for school for the day, or moving to Japan for a year. TJ, Steph and I accompanied K to the airport. We got through the last parting with a minimum of mistiness. StephM called me just as we were leaving the airport to make sure we were all okay, which I was quite touched by.

We spent the last night at our aunt's, me and K and Steph, while TJ slept over at her friend's apartment across the street to give us room. We went to the MIG show for one last romp. (And actually, although D insists I was passed out motionless on the sidelines, I was awake throughout the whole eardrum-bursting experience, tapping my foot to the beat and enjoying the intermittent moments of melody!) It's not that I don't like J-Rock's band, because I sincerely do, I just have to be in quite the right mood to have my ears blasted out! I love their (melodic) songs though.

My roomies are in Rhode Island 'til tomorrow, so it's just me and Harry Potter now.

*But didn't actually succeed, because I'm doing pretty well! Still, they made me contemplative.

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Friday, July 22, 2005

Last night I watched most of A Fish Called Wanda under the Brooklyn Bridge. I mean, in an adjacent park, so that the Brooklyn Bridge rose up behind the movie screen like a backdrop. It was beautiful.

Kirsten leaves for Japan tomorrow morning. (Not Sunday.)

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Wednesday, July 20, 2005

I've long had recurring nightmares about my turtle, Progo. In them, he's usually falling apart in some way, diseased and rotting and disintegrating, or growing a second turtle out of his back. I had one of them just a few days ago.

When I read this Boing Boing post about eyeless turtles for sale, I screamed.

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Welcome to the blogroll my friend Camille!

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Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory = scariest movie ever.

I'm dead serious. Like, Excorcist scary. Not for kids. NOT FOR KIDS.

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Mark has a bit part in an Alan Rickman movie.

I can die happy now.

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Monday, July 18, 2005

Stupid Flickr won't let me put more than 54 of my Disney World pictures up per month without paying them, but here's the first set of non-lamp photos. The next set to be put up in 13 days, I guess.

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Sunday, July 17, 2005

Today was the 50th anniversary of the opening of Disneyland. Woot woot.

Also Amanda's going away party for Kirsten, which was sweaty but pleasant.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:46 PM | shower me with attention

The scientific term for the way I stretch out all of my left shoes by walking on the side of my left foot is called oversupination.

Shoe wear caused by improper gait due to oversupination can be caused by limb length discrepency or bone deformity present at birth. Clues to this condition can be found by examining shoe wear patterns.

Or not, whatever, who wants to help me measure my legs?

Why see a doctor when I can self-diagnose over the internet at 4 a.m. on a Sunday morning? (A symptom of my self-diagnosed Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome, which I indulge on weekends, to my detriment.)

I am not a hypochondriac, just look at my shoes.

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Dear People Who Live Far Away Now/Will Soon Live Far Away:

There is no excuse for not blogging.

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Social ability is all about context. If you put me in a room of sci-fi fans, I start to feel almost arrogantly generous in my ability to listen to boring conversation, smile and laugh at the right times, not interrupt, and pretend not to notice that no one's making eye contact. I become a social gold-medalist.

Put me in a room full of "mundane" ("mundane"? Fuck, I am one of them!) people and you'll find me curled up in a corner in a fetal position, licking the Bible for strength.*

In other news, I feel terribly lonely at the moment. Weird.
*McCulloch's line, not mine.

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