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Monday, September 10th, 2007
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my days overseas were absolutely mind blowing..
and pretty much
all i know for certain is that i miss my brother and sister more than anything.
i gave him a star and he gave me the song that makes me cry above everything else..
and now we're the same and laugh with happy tears
and whisper secrets and i couldn't ask for more.
on the twentieth
we celebrated like kings and queens beneath the shade of the grandmother oak in the flats and fell in love with the park all over again.
i am old.
on the first, colleen gave me a beautiful hat to wear when i shall one day travel south for the derby and drink mint julips under the kentucky sun.
the most thoughtful present ever.
besides the fact that my right eye was poisoned by toxic liquid shortly before arrival,
prom was beautiful.
late-night chez hagan will go down in history
as out of hand and glorious and everything it was supposed to be.
perfection.
and we danced and sang and realized the worth of eachother beneath the skies of youngstown's north side
and fell asleep to birds chirping and suns rising
and i'm endlessly going to miss my people when i'm gone.
..pittsburgh. =)
and for the first time in a long time
reality is falling into place
and we can almost taste the rays of endless days and olive skin and higher tolerance
of all things bright and beautiful.
today we spent our sacred half hour by the shrine with taco bell, grass stained knees, and assurance that we're doing what we're supposed to do.
and something magical happened in the green and orange room that i call home.. and it all makes me believe again that we are as sweet as someone thought
and oh, yes
we will go out with a bang.
and i can't believe it's almost gone.
..love. =)
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Wednesday, April 4th, 2007
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ohh, the cruellest month..
inside my twelve day turtle shell i have enclosed:
1) some brand spankin new hippie skirts from tar(jay)
2) crime and punishment.. yumm.
3) a 100% genuine rock from the youngstown earth.. because i just can't bare to leave the yo behind.
and 365 days is an instant in real time.
cushioned with single moments that rival infinity and steal the bigger part of the blanket in the middle of the night.
and don't forget to rock out slightly too hard, mes amis, because then you can't say you never did.
ohh, this boy..
a la France.
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| Time: | 6:59 pm. |
| Music: | teeveee on the raaayydiooo. |
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you know it's gonna be good..
..when everybody raises their hand.
my heart lies beneath the mahoning avenue bridge scrawled in green and pink paint.
In Other News:
1. seventeen is almost done.
2. tv on the radio equals excitement in my body.
3. one-third of my family lives overseas.
4. the black donnelly's is my new favorite thing.
5. 34 days until airports and train stations.
6. bass player is in boston determining his future..
and youngstown is beautiful these days.
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Saturday, February 10th, 2007
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operation: smooth jazz = a complete success.
i need warm. everything.
mornings, afternoons, and evenings too.
i need to write maggie and daniel a letter.
play needs to come together.
i sort of need ursuline to stop.
*last night i had a dream that the band was on a field trip to the ursuline motherhouse with all the nuns and nick and i decided to break policy and jump in the swimming pool while everyone else was at the continental breakfast. all the parents were trying really hard to figure out who did it but they never suspected nick and i who were all wet and wearing swimming trunks. the only person who knew the truth was my deceased kindergarten teacher: sister gabriel. she chased me out into the field behind mark's old neighborhood at which point i was transformed into an incarnation of dorothy gale with long curly red hair. we were running at toute vitesse through the grass and sister kept screaming at me: "i'm telling you to stop! stop!" but i kept screaming back "but you always taught me to fly!" then i jumped into the sky above canfield and left her in my dust.
weird.
but i'm pretty sure it's because colleen and i watched pocahontas before we went to bed last night.
we kept making jokes about chief powahatan and how he in reality graduated from ursuline high school in 1970 with john v.
oh, february.
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Monday, January 8th, 2007
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Done!
god damn.
we are amazing.
and can we say mad props to a sweet weekend?
hell, yes.
hi. we graduate in < 5 months.
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Sunday, January 7th, 2007
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Sunday, December 31st, 2006
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..you must leave now
take what you need, you think will last
but whatever you wish to keep
you better grab it fast
yonder stands your orphan with his gun
crying like a fire in the sun
look out baby, the saints are coming thru
and it's all over now, baby blue
the highway is for gamblers
better use your sense
take what you have gathered from coincidence
the empty-handed painter from your streets
is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
the sky, too, is fallin over you
and it's all over now, baby blue..
oh, 2006.
and like always, that final week was epic and immaculate and monumental and beautiful and makes me love youngstown more than anything.
and i don't think there will ever be a more volatile or turbulent year in my life.
and when we drove past it.. there were candles in the windows and furniture in all the wrong places and helplessness.
but i think everything is ready to begin again, and all the pieces are falling back together.
my stars are realigning, and it's time to discover them all over again.
..leave your stepping stones behind,
there's something that calls for you
forget the dead you've left that will not follow you
your lover who had just walked thru the door
has taken all his blankets from the floor
the carpet, too, is foldin over you
and it's all over now, baby blue
well, strike another match
go start anew
and it's all over now, baby blue.
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Monday, December 11th, 2006
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| Time: | 11:10 pm. |
| Mood: |  oh, snow.. | | Music: | jaco pastorius. |
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bobby and the amazing technicolor dreamcoat was swell.
friiday was snow in the yo.
we sledded on the moon chez gregoire.
verrryy hyype.
school ends in nine days.. and oh, how i adore christmas break
and all my favorite people returning to youngstown..
=)
college will be applied to by the end of this week.
maybe.
if i have time.
alright, fine.
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Saturday, November 11th, 2006
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Back in Blue, bitches.
bass player's playing bass for play.
=)
ahh, don't you just love staying in on friday nights?
way to go, speech!
shit.
someone please remind me to apply to college.
thanks.
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Wednesday, October 25th, 2006
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hmmm...
sadies was chinese food and dark side and
fifth avenue taco bell with vlang and kyle.
one acts were bodacious and bittersweet and
ohh, bass playyerrr.
our mooney van = an effing work of art.
i feel like i'm vacationing, but only in location sense.
operation: colleen and kelli time machine burying...
is set to commence asap.
hi.
college?
ouch.
.:nothing really compares to.. Barcelona:.
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Thursday, September 28th, 2006
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All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
and everything under the
sun is in tune
but the sun
is eclipsed
by the moon.
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Monday, September 11th, 2006
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Why so tame
We could shoot wilder vines
Through younger veins
Sip slow from night’s deep wells
And watch our gardens swell
Once the seeds are sown
Wild and overgrown, you’ll see
Heart's colors changed like leaves
Oh sweet sweet tree
Fall for me
Fall fast, fall free, fall for me
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Monday, September 4th, 2006
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Done.
Whoever said summer reading couldn't be completed in one day?
suckers.
=).
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Forever in Our Hearts.
...in other news...
paco and i were assaulted.. again.
yay september.
and when all else fails,
drive to cleveland.
=)
I am officially starting Lit now.
Wow.
Okay, time me.
Ready, Set, Go...
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Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006
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| Time: | 10:01 pm. |
| Mood: |  le fin. | | Music: | sufjan stevens - casimir pulaski day.. |
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oh, summer.
je t'aime.
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Friday, August 18th, 2006
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| Subject: | summer. |
| Time: | 3:43 pm. |
| Mood: | cheesing..?. | | Music: | landlocked blues.. the nick celio anthology.. |
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i work.
somehow, maggie and i found ourselves employed against our will at john v.'s office.
which means my life consists of:
1. waking up very early
2. going to work never on time
3. coming home late afternoon
4. sleeping for about six hours
5. showering
6. going out
this is all i have time for.
which means
1. i haven't started any summer work yet
shit.
but sometimes it isn't that bad...
maggie makes the schedule.
i file folders.
..there's alot of them.
mostly though, we just cheese hardcore.
john v.'s office is perpetually stuck in 1975.
i also have to develop x-rays.
o_O i made these.
sometimes though, john v. makes me assist him (totally illegal) and i get to wear a mask and gloves and look like i know what i'm doing.
the main objective at work is to look busy.
maggie and i communicate to each other via yellow notepad paper and secret messages.
we write post-it notes that look important..
when in fact, they only represent our boredom.
we play solitaire on the computer.
and if you happen to be lucky enough to be one of john v.'s patients..
don't worry. we've already completely memorized your entire dental history.
oh man, the things i could tell you about mark hoelzel's upper maxillofacial region.
my summer has been spent watching the clock..
time sure does go slow when you're... trying to look like you're actually working.
in other news.. summer has been fun.
we cheese.
jMo was kidnapped.
my car was assaulted.
and this boy and i pretty much rule the world.
oh, summer.
=)
.:You’ll be free, child, once you have died
From the shackles of language and measurable time
And then we can trade places, play musical graves
Till then walk away, walk away:.
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alriite, kids. here's some oldies...
..mafia.
winslow's on the first.
how i appeared on my seventeenth birthday.. mystery solved. my sheets are green and probably fifteen years old.
bamboo, hammer, and jMo. ..surpriizizzled.
..ohh, these kids. =)
..bass player.
play-ed out.
marry me?
tunnel = love.
hey,
it's summer. =)
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Wednesday, June 7th, 2006
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joy.
absolute, pure joy.
..go be ridiculous, kids.
Daaave Concert.. =).
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