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Because Kelsex told me to [29 Nov 2005|06:02am]
20 years ago I was: adorable and going on 4 months old.

15 years ago I was: reading everything and developing a fondness for things too mature for me.

10 years ago I was: really fucking confused.

5 years ago: I was a sophomore in high school. Quite the fuck-up I was. *cough* am.

1 year ago: I was doing what I'm doing now, minus the painting. I was......drinking a lot. Developing my fondness for the gin and tonic. Mother's milk 'tis to me.

Yesterday: I was watching An Evening with Kevin Smith, talking to Adam, and working with a hangover.

5 snacks I enjoy: movie theatre popcorn with golden flavored topping; graeter's mint chip or strawberry chip ice cream; tomato soup; creamsicles; heath bars.

5 songs I know all the words to: Okay, I know all the words to A LOT of songs. So...5 off the top of my head- "Best of You"- Foo Fighters; "The Blower's Daughter" - Damien Rice, anything by John Mayer; "Change the World"- Nellie McKay; "Jesus Walks"- Kanye West.

5 things I would do with a million dollars: pay for Adam's film, get a great gallery space; find a nicer apartment.....with shit that works; quit my job and quit the stress; go to New York and London. My returning is questionable.

5 places I would run away to: London; Angela's; New York; my mamaw's; Savannah's.

5 things I would never wear (unless someone was holding a gun to my head... or it was for a show): those god forsaken t-shirts that say "I like your boyfriend" or "I heart Me". Fuck that shit. ; a fanny pack; anything made by Juicy Couture or Wal-Mart; anything made by Jennifer Lopez; a pro-life shirt.

5 favorite TV programs: Gilmore Girls; anything on the Food Network; House; The Daily Show; the Colbert Report.

5 bad habits: overanalyzing; swearing up a fucking storm; occasionally giving a fuck what people think; procrastination; defying willpower.

5 biggest joys: sleeping; listening to great music; having a good time with my brother and/or dad; a fantastic cup of coffee; my dog...I fucking love my dog.

5 favourite toys: my iPod; my phone; a paintbrush; my car; a book.

5 fictional characters I would like to have dinner with: Lorelai Gilmore; Holly Golightly; my soulmate; Jules, of Pulp Fiction...actually, I want breakfast with him; Stewie from the Family Guy.

5 people I tag to do this: considering no one will: Angela; Adam; Tucker; Kam; anyone else who wants to.
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Oh Well- Fiona Apple [11 Nov 2005|10:14pm]
What you did to me made me
See myself something different
Though I try to talk sense to myself
But I just won't listen

Won't you go away
Turned yourself in
You're no good at confession
Before the image that you burned me in
Tries to teach you a lesson

What you did to me made me see myself somethin' awful
A voice once stentorian is now again meek and muffled
It took me such a long time to get back up the first time you did it
I spent all I had to get it back, and now it seems I've been outbidded

My peace and quiet was stolen from me
When I was looking with calm affection
You were searching out my imperfections

What wasted unconditional love
On somebody
Who doesn't believe in this stuff

You came up on me like a hypnic jerk
When I was just about settled
And when it counts you recoil
With the cryptic word you even love belittling

Oh what a cold and common old way to go
I was feeding on the need for you to know me
Devastated at the rate you feel below me

What wasted unconditional love
On somebody
Who doesn't believe in this life

Oh, well
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[01 Oct 2005|01:36am]
Who knows French?

I want to learn it and I need a recommendation for which program to buy so I can.
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[13 Sep 2004|12:13pm]
[ mood | confused ]

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User Number: 2677008
Date Created:3/30/2004
Number of Posts: 81

Sarah is Live Journal's redheaded stepchild. Friends describe her as either extremely witty or extremely stupid, sometimes they just can't tell. Cheap thrills make her happy, like shopping for a new alarm clock or toothpaste. Music is her religion. Get on her good side by dropping references and blow her mind by singing "Tiny Dancer" at the top of your lungs with the windows down
Strengths: Outgoing, inquisitive, generous, sympathetic, rebellious, facetious.
Weaknesses: apathetic, cynical, just plain bitchy at times. Doesn't think all babies are cute and acts accordingly.
Special Skills: Writing, memorizing songs, justifying damn near anything, official mascot of Starbucks Coffee.
Weapons: A Venti Soy Caramel Macchiato, a Union Jack, and the infamous one-two-three knockdown of Snap, Crackle, Pop.
Beatniks: The beatniks are cool cats, baby. Rebelling against not only conformity, but ignorance and the ever-American ability to settle. Second only to the British, the Beats will blow yo' mind, daddy-o!

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[03 Jul 2004|06:31pm]
[ mood | hot ]

Who reads your LJ the most?
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That's a lie.
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[03 Jul 2004|01:19pm]
WORSHIP! You're inner Bombshell is the beautiful
Audrey Hepburn. Like her you've been blessed
with a "certain something" that no
one could describe accurately. You are more
reserved than other bombshells, and that shows
in your gentle, graceful nature. You like doing
things for other people and love volunteering
for your favorite charity. Yours is a rare gift
in this day and age. You don't need to show a
lot of skin to be sexy, all you need is your
eyes. To see Audrey at the top of her game
watch the movie "Breakfast at

Who is your inner bombshell?
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[02 Jul 2004|05:29pm]
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I saw the best minds of my generation.... [01 Jul 2004|09:46pm]
[ mood | calm ]



::Smiles::  That is the face of the man who changed my life.  That, my dears, is Allen Ginsberg.  Doesn't he just make you calmer instantly?



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She needs to feel needed [01 Jul 2004|09:13pm]
[ mood | good ]

I want more friends. This is a sudden rash decision. But I want to know more of the people on my friends list.

Post a comment or something so I know. But seriously, I want to know you people. You seem cool.

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I miss Elliott Smith [28 Jun 2004|11:20am]
[ mood | chipper ]

Okay, we all know I adore Ryan Adams. We all know I have a crush on John Mayer. We all know that apparently every female celebrity I support goes wrong (case in point: downfall of Britney Spears and the eating disorders of the Olsens) but do we all know that I also feel a loss in my core for the absence of Elliott Smith?

On another note, it took me four hours to catch up on my friends list. That's what I get for being gone. I was in Philadelphia for a few days, first time I've ever been on a plane (the coolest freakin' thing in all the land!) and I got to go on a train (first time for that too) so I basically have no more transportation virginity left. God I feel like a whore.

My legs aren't as toned as they were two weeks ago. I have to readopt the 1000-leg-lift-a-day regime so I can look better when I go visit my college mates in a few weeks.

you know what really pisses me off? to the point of practically no return? Getting my chain jerked around. CitiBank did it to me for nearly a month, the motherfuckers. And now this 65-year-old woman who apparently didn't realize her newfound business would be a success is doing it to me now. I sort of have two jobs. I need two jobs, I need income so I can buy a new car and pay off all my debt and save for London with Savannah. And tag gifts, life, and impulse shopping to that, and I need like 12 grand. Shibbee!! Hopefully, by the end of today, Robin (the grandma who underestimates the power of caffeine to the working class) will call me and extend the position of barista to me. (I am sure you all know of my long-time addiction to coffee and how perfectly natural it is for me to work in a coffee shop. Some have called it my natural habitat and I don't dare disagree.) Then, if all goes splendidly, I will also have a job at Bath and Body Works getting shit pay but good discounts.

I talked to Savannah last night on the phone. First time in friggin' eons since I've done that. She sounds crazed. She needs reassurance, I so desperately want to go spend the weekend with her just to show her that not all has plummeted into the abyss that is adulthood.

My mother wants me to go to Northern. She said I oughta get my gen eds out of the way there. I told her I will never set foot on that campus as an enrolled student, and that I graduated from high school and have no desire whatsoever to return. It means I have to see and possibly converse with people who no longer know me and still think they do. It amazes me still how much I've changed since leaving that hellhole. And sadly, it seems that I am the only one that changed.

There are so many CDs and DVDs I have to buy, it's almost sad. I never considered myself to be a geek or a nerd or a dork or any of those prepubescent names we scrounged up to insult the guy who eventually turned out to be the one we'd all have crushes on (damned duct-taped glasses, they get hot when a lad hits 20) but apparently I could possibly be.

Adam said I am hands-down the most arbitrary person he's ever met.
Arbitary: Determined by chance, whim, or impulse, and not by necessity, reason, or principle.
I cannot disagree, though I wish I could fix it. I am indeed fucking arbitrary. Sadly so, but hey, I'll go with it.

Puerto says I have hang-ups, and this bothers me. I do not wish to, but it's my nature. Perhaps I am a naturally pissy person, but I am one of those fuck-ups you know? Gah, I don't even know. Anyways:


puertothepale- shibbee!! on the job, good luck.

meloncollie815- count on my making an appearance in a few weeks and then we will go to the Kentucky and see Fahrenheit 911 (FUCK BUSHY!)

stripmebaby- I am sorry for whatever is going on in your life, I seriously don't know what it is, I can't really keep up when I had to go back 300 entries in my friends list and I'd only been gone a week. But please, either on AIM or through LJ posts fill me in, I feel awful for what's going on and I don't even know what it is. Also- where in NY do you live? We need to talk, you seem interesting.

And my final decision: There needs to be 3 father's days a year, one doesn't cut it, and mother's day can just go away. But if you have a dad like mine, you just want him to feel special all the time.

Now, I am going to get ready to get rejected from more jobs and make Pizza Rolls. Spadoinkle

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Nothing's Gonna Change My World [03 Jun 2004|05:01pm]
[ mood | awake ]

I just deleted my old journal. I change too much to have that load of bollocks attached to me. Happy Birthday Puerto! Congratulations on successfully making it nineteen years and still not having in your possession a driver's license or a learner's permit, BRAVO!
Adam and Tucker's first night of the return of the Scott Walsh Comedy Foundation was last night at Moose on Main. They sucked, which was sad. But, in their credit, no one showed up and they hadn't prepared a thing, so they kinda were supposed to. This guy, one of these post-modern hippies, took the stage post- Scott Walsh with his guitar and frizzy white rasta hair and just cracked me up. He got in the zone, and there was just no stoppin' him. Imagine John Mayer's guitar faces....with no purpose behind them. Absolutely classic.
In other news, I have now finally seen Elephant. Gus Van Sant has now made his way from my top ten favorite directors to my top five. Elias McConnell is a phenomenal photographer, check him out.
I am going to Lexington tomorrow with Puerto and maybe Adam for the Kentucky Theatre is showing Latter Days (an independent film about gay mormons) that Puerto has his heart and soul on seeing, and Monty Python's Life of Brian (arguably the best they made). So, on that note: SHIBBEE!! I get to go to the place where I saw The Goonies and Lost in Translation on the big screen. (For I detest Florence more and more) as well as....well, come to think of I frequent the Kentucky fairly often. How 'bout them apples?
This irks me that I've made this a public post because I very much dislike everyone or the notion of everyone being able to read my "blog" as livejournal so eloquently states. But, I wanted to announce that the god-forsaken ekusoutherngirl has ceased to exist, and then I got taken away on a handful of tangents that have at least provided one of the four people who read this the beloved inner chuckle we so fondly have dubbed "lol".
On that note, Seacrest Ou

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[06 May 2004|11:24am]
[ mood | icky ]

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[08 Apr 2004|01:41pm]

John is Love.
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[30 Mar 2004|11:04pm]


I will not be censored here. 

Post a comment if you want to be added, and I'll let you know.


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