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2010? [22 Oct 2009|07:03pm]

i will get over my fear of water for prague.
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marb red in a michel gondry dvd case. [21 Sep 2009|11:15pm]
i smoked my last hidden cigarette today because my hands wouldn't stop shaking.
i hate being this pissed off.
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whiskey drunk at 10:30am [28 Aug 2009|10:30am]
i am losing my mind: y/y?
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i miss you, jess jolie. [29 Jul 2009|11:28pm]
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"Play it as it Lays" by Joan Didion [20 Jul 2009|06:49pm]

this is happening. pretty much.
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[24 May 2009|11:44pm]

Here, Kaufman’s script echoes everyone who ever screwed up, got dumped, got fired, or had to move back in with their parents. Basically, everybody. "I got it this time," you tell yourself afterward. "I know how to fix things so that nothing this bad will ever happen ever again."

(via)
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[17 May 2009|11:17am]

peace out, college. 98% was awesome, 2% was like an angst-filled daria episode.
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[30 Apr 2009|08:47am]
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[20 Apr 2009|01:44pm]

i just remembered how much i love Fake Problems and then remembered that I've never seen them and then remembered that they're playing tomorrow in the city so now I'm tempted to skip my writing class (aka fail the course because my submission is due) just to go. Although this all depends on if I find $24 somewhere.
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SHUT UP THE PUNX [13 Apr 2009|12:40am]
[ music | it's always sunny in philadelphia ]

i graduate in a month. it’s a really weird feeling.

home was okay. i told my mom that i’m a complete fuck-up and i don’t know what the hell i want to do with my life and my only plans are to wing it and see how things work out. it’s not the smartest plan in the world, but it calms my head down a bit. i asked her to please not question me about the future because i’ll probably just freak out and start crying hysterically and it’ll be awkward for everyone.

she actually said that she thinks it’s a good idea for me to hang around the long island area and work a shitty job (petco?!) and save up as much money as possible so in a year i can move to brooklyn (with people i love) and turn my house into a sealab-esque venue. she thinks i’ll be really happy if i’m surrounded by good friends and music and a “nice punk rock community” (lol), especially if i spend my spare time writing and filming things (i’ve been dying to make a documentary lately). i can’t disagree there. it’s pretty much my ideal life, it’s just weird that she understands. i don’t know. i’m really drunk.

i’m really glad to be back in boxhouse. i love eryka. i am updating my livejournal for her, although i don’t really have anything to say. hi, sunshine! you just went to bed. i am a creep.

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my future plans, as directed by gondry [12 Apr 2009|01:16pm]

i'm going to live in a house covered in records


and work in a television studio made out of cardboard


and spend my time making inventions out of household objects


and i will probably be your neighbor and a liar.


and i will marry a guy in a purple suit. and live happily ever after.
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[07 Apr 2009|09:07pm]
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dear eryka,

i love you more than i love harry potter.

love, pilot

ps, you a BITCH. let's scissor.
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charlie kaufman is the best screenwriter out there [11 Mar 2009|05:34pm]









"Why is the house always on fire, but nobody seems to notice it? Don’t unhappy homes always seem like that? Aren’t people always trying to ignore it?" (roger ebert's journal)
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boyle makes me want to make films again. [23 Feb 2009|11:04am]
[ mood | i refuse to cut tag this. ]









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see also: http://synecdoche.tumblr.com/ [27 Dec 2008|11:04pm]

Things I like, unironically, although I probably shouldn’t:

Fall Out Boy, the Garden State soundtrack, Zac Efron, my obscene amount of Brand New related merch, Chuck Palahniuk (pre-Haunted), that scene in Donnie Darko where Donnie’s all “Go home and tell your parents everything will be okay!”, Jake Gyllenhaal in general, the first season of The OC, the second season of Gossip Girl, the third Jurassic Park, the song “The Motivation Proclamation” by Good Charlotte (and most of that album, to be pathetically honest), the framed pictures of Destiny’s Child (original lineup) and Aaliyah that are inexplicably hanging in the bathroom of my parents’ house, Anchorman, that one new show with Jay Mohr where he’s divorced and has fat cheeks yet still manages to nail Jaime King from Sin City WTF, 8 Mile (and everything related to Eminem), spending too much time on IRC, most of Cameron Crowe’s dialogue with the exception of Elizabethtown, documentaries about Michael Shawn Hickenbottom aka Shawn Michaels aka WWF/WWE’s The Heartbreak Kid, The Nightmare Before Christmas and all the accompanying silly and unnecessary merchandise from Hot Topic, Craig Manning, every Warped Tour I’ve been to, lookbook.nu, 12/17 Vince Vaughn movies that I’ve seen, gratuitous use of the word “cunt”, Nylon Magazine (except when telling girls to dye their pubes blonde) Drake Bell, Batman & Robin (and every Arnold Schwarzenegger film except Red Sonja), Committed (although it only lasted 12 episodes and wasn’t really that funny), Christopher Titus’ show and stand-up, & the middle Jonas brother.


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i want the foer/krauss family to adopt me [08 Dec 2008|10:58am]

My brother and I used to play a game. I'd point to a chair. 'THIS IS NOT A CHAIR,' I'd say. Bird would point to a table. 'THIS IS NOT A TABLE.' 'THIS IS NOT A WALL,' I'd say. 'THIS IS NOT A CEILING.' We'd go on like that. 'IT IS NOT RAINING OUT.' 'MY SHOE IS NOT UNTIED!' Bird would yell. I'd point to my elbow. 'THIS IS NOT A SCRAPE' Bird would lift his knee. 'THIS IS ALSO NOT A SCRAPE!' 'THAT IS NOT A KETTLE!' 'NOT A CUP!' 'NOT A SPOON!' 'NOT DIRTY DISHES!' We denied whole rooms, years, weathers. Once, at the peak of our shouting, Bird took a deep breath. At the top of his lungs, he shrieked: 'I! HAVE! NOT! BEEN! UNHAPPY! MY! WHOLE! LIFE!' 'But you're only seven,' I said.

- Nicole Krauss' The History of Love
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back on long island. [29 Nov 2008|08:21pm]
[ mood | i miss erykunt ]

home is where you make it, love, don't get yourself confused.
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i'm worried for my tired country [18 Oct 2008|04:35pm]
[ music | the national - fake empire ]

i'm too lazy to type. here are a bunch of pictures from debate day. i need to go continue my weekend of binge drinking.

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i'm the new blue blood. i won't fuck us over. i'm mr. november. )
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the national - mr. november
the national - fake empire
ted leo & the pharmacists - the one who got us out
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i choose to sit here next to you and wave [07 Oct 2008|02:55am]
[ music | the weakerthans - manifest ]

i'm always tired. i don't really want to be a writer. i'm kind of debating ignoring the rest of senior year and spending the next seven months drinking yellowtail in my bedroom while listening to the weakerthans and studying amateur cartography. maps aren't that expensive.

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fake empire [22 Sep 2008|11:06pm]


i just really love The National.
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