| We are not what we seem. |
[Nov. 30th, 2007|02:58 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Homey homey home | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | inspired me | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Death From Above 1979 | ] |
It is so wierd how you can get caught up in who you want to be, and not who you are.
Last night, I felt who I am, I knew it, I am a moped girl, and I like to have a lot of fun, and goof off, and at my new job... I am not that person, I am not comfortable there. I can't say fuck this fuck that and have water fights with my coworkers. I can't dance around and there is no Jodie to dance with me.
I am a Rudy's girl, and I am going back there. I am broke as hell, and not having a lot of fun at my job. I've been there a month and I am not in love with it, I feel superficial. I can't afford counseling, I can't afford my bills, I can't afford to have fun, so... I called my old boss, she is calling me when she gets of\ut of the dentist.. And I am gonna get my job back. And I am gonna love it.
<3 |
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| Black light over Seattle. |
[Nov. 28th, 2007|04:42 pm] |
It's so dark. It's not even five pm. I have no desire to fold laundry.
I got a free turkey today for spending 98.23 at the asian market on aurora. I also got a lot of noodles. It was a Jenrianna adventure. It almost felt like supermarket sweep.
I feel like 7 more months is too long to wait to get married. Brendan should be my husband now. I love him.
I have to make dinner soon, and that means I have to clean the dishes, and then convince tired Brendan to help fold laundry, because the bedroom is not clean by any means.
I didn't get the days off I wanted/needed for Christmas. My mom is gonna be here, and I am afraid I'll never want her to leave. And we have no car.
No way to get anywhere. My mom would look silly on a moped.
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| I live under the Black Poppies. |
[Sep. 6th, 2007|12:45 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | home | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | disappear | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Coco Rosie, Adventures of Ghosthorse and Stillborn | ] |
I want to call in and say I am sick and lay in bed under the covers all day. I want to be pressed under warmth and covered in silence.
I can't seem to shake this. It's long and heavy.
I have to leave in an hour and a half, and I am scared that today I can't fake it. |
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| New Things, Old |
[May. 18th, 2007|04:14 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | light | ] |
| [ | music |
| | icelandic soft floating | ] |
Today is my last day at the vitamin shop, it's one door that closes.
My life of making dinner nearly every night has ended and spending the day with myself is on the horizon.
Awake at:
7:30 or 8:00, walk, read, drink coffee, run into people I know, clean house, make lunch, do laundry, play.
2:30 ride to work.
2:45 set up.
3:00-9:00 Cut and cut some more.
9:10 ride home, see Brendan, watch a movie or ride mopeds, have a drink. Sleep.
This is my new life indefinetely. I am not sure I like it.
Maybe I'll find more of myself, Brendan will have all the opportunity in the work to do whatever his heart desires, and I hope I'll be happy living working this way. At least my wallet will be.
The end. |
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| Dear Chad. |
[Apr. 17th, 2007|10:53 am] |
I want my engine.
Gimme.
That's all.
Arianna |
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| I live in a pill box. |
[Apr. 10th, 2007|04:26 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Home | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | Hazy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The dishwasher running. | ] |
Allergies are killing me. I am dying. My nose is as heavy as a brick. My head is fuzzy. Decongestants are worthless.
Urban planners should be shot for only planting male trees. I can't stop sneezing. Someone put me out of my misery. |
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| Sunny Day Inside |
[Apr. 6th, 2007|04:42 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Work | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | Normal | ] |
This is hot.  Also, I am waiting for my engine, my bike is nearly put back together. But, Chad says he is sending my engine tomorrow, and that means it won't be here for another week most likely. ugh.  |
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| Fuck you Lauren. |
[Apr. 4th, 2007|12:10 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Vitamins | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | fuck off | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Innocence Mission | ] |
Fuck off.
 This shit is gonna be hot. --------- I painted these yesterday. I'm pissed right now, so that's all. Oh, and fuck you Brad, and Lauren and all your stuck up egos, better yet, shove them up your ass. |
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| Mo'ped |
[Apr. 2nd, 2007|01:57 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | moped | ] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | home | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  chipper | ] |
So, here are some more pictures, that were taken Saturday of my bike, progress and whatnot. I have to get out there today some and work on it, it's beautiful out and here I am. I spent an hour writing in my blog practically, and now I am in livejournal. This equals no life.  Me and Puch.  I took the speedo and horn off. This is one part of the bike I have not cleaned yet.  The rust actually comes off. (Esterly, thank you for this project, actually I'm joking, go choke on an egg.)  There is unfortunately some pitting and scratches on the chrome, and it is such a bitch to get that rust of the spokes. Getting up in there, not easy to clean, and maybe not necessary, but I like to treat her well.
That's it for today, I might run over to Wallingford for some paint... |
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| Another day. |
[Apr. 1st, 2007|12:51 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | moped | ] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Work | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | Disheartened | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Innocence Mission - We Walked in Song | ] |
Not enough money for rent. Another day at the health food store. Sick of people at my house. Free haircuts against my will, they don't help me pay rent. ____________________________ Moped I spent a couple of hours yesterday cleaning my bike, removing more rust, dirt, and grease. I removed the rack (it needs to be re-welded and I figured that maybe I should just take it off to see what it's like), speedo, and horn. I need a new pedal chain and tensioner. I need to remove the front fender. I need to buy paint. I need to remover more rust. I need to paint the fender and magneto cover. I need to clean more. I need to polish.  This was the first night after I wiped my hands off. I still can't get the grease out from under my nails.  |
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| The rising up of the Bombardier... |
[Mar. 30th, 2007|09:44 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | moped | ] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Home | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | Thrilled | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Hum of the Fridge | ] |
After having a moped for nearly two years, and never having fully connected with my bike due to the battle to make her run well, it's been heartbreaking. Really. I haven't ridden my own bike in at least six months, the last time I was determined to ride it, no matter the circumstances was Blood Drive IV. Brendan has been wonderful to let me ride the Milani and the Columbia, make sure I could ride, but it is just never the same.
Brendan has done so much to my bike, rebuilding it twice, trying new carbs, rewiring, checking and resetting points, etc. Everything he could have done over and over again, and then he gave up. But some people save the day, and for my birthday, which was a couple months ago, Brendan commissioned Chad B. to build me an engine, and Chad is a genius, and super awesome. My engine will be here in a week and a half, I hope.
So last night Ryan drove me up to Brendan's to get my bike (I would have ridden it with the cursed engine home, but the Austrian Banshee took my clutch and ate it up). I brought her home and hugged her, got really super excited and decided I should really take it into my own hands and learned how to remove the engine. And I did, all by myself. And due to some unfortunate incidents last year, Bombardier was left with some pretty nasty rust on her chrome, some pitting, some oxidization. But with a little steel wool and PB Blaster, and a lot of elbow grease, the rust comes off, with some weird water color like spots left over, and from far away it doesn't look all that bad.
And so, for the next week and a half, all of my spare moments will be spent with Bombardier, cleaning, polishing, and loving the hell out of her, so when I get this blessed engine, she'll run like a dream.
 The Resurrection Begins... |
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| Freaks |
[Mar. 2nd, 2007|05:28 pm] |
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| Strawberries |
[Mar. 2nd, 2007|03:40 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Vitamin House | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | Chilly | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Beautiful Clarks | ] |
I wonder if that is what it's going to be like. I wonder what it will be like. Everyone tells you something, and then you laugh inside cause they don't know what they are talking about. But you still wonder.
I really want to live in a cottage. I want to live by the sea. I was not made for this world. |
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| It's snowing again and... |
[Mar. 1st, 2007|01:05 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Salon | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | shitty paycheck | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Crappy Radio | ] |
I want a little bunny to hold and cuddle.
And let play in my garden.
And love forever. |
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| Bunnies |
[Mar. 1st, 2007|11:41 am] |
Dear Brendan,
Can we please get a bunny?
Love,
Arianna |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 23rd, 2007|05:51 pm] |
P.S. I really like to swing. |
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| It's really nice. |
[Feb. 23rd, 2007|05:23 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | The Vitamin Shop | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | Comforted | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Beautiful Clarks | ] |
I go home and I make dinner almost every night, I give him a beer, sit at my rickety black table, green plates, and play house. We do the dishes together.
It's a comforting habit.
His beard is getting really rough, but I like it, the color matches my hair. He plays with my hair. He fills up my gas tank. He tells everyone how good of a cook I am. I get kisses on my forehead, and life kind of feels like when you drink hot chocolate on a cold day.
He makes life really livable. |
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| The Hair Company |
[Feb. 21st, 2007|12:10 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | salon | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  stressed the fuck out | ] |
| [ | music |
| | noise | ] |
I am going to be homeless or not eating if I keep working at the Steven Cole Salon. I don't work enough, I don't learn anything, and if Jedidiah keeps not working on Tuesdays, how am I supposed to assist and make money?? How am I supposed to live.
Fuck this.
Fuck. |
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| Finally |
[Feb. 16th, 2007|05:45 pm] |
I have a new year's resolution:
Be more beauitful. Lounge more. Wear more pink, aqua, white, peach. Rosier cheeks.
Also, will someone please buy this
for me? In Exhibit A.
And this:
Highlighting Blush Powder
www.narscosmetics.com
In the blush category, thank you. |
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| Oooh, Ahhh. |
[Feb. 16th, 2007|05:14 pm] |
This is a lovely thing.
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