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Country: United States
State: New Hampshire
Birthday: 10/17/1977
Gender: Female


Interests: creating a nuisance.
Expertise: air guitar, laughing at the world, narcosis.
Occupation: Artist


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Member Since: 12/8/2002

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Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Look What You've Done
(Jet)
 
Take my photo off the wall
If it just won't sing for you
'Cause all that's left has gone away
And there's nothing there for you to prove
 
Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems like such fun
Until you lose what you had won
 
Give me back my point of view
'Cause I just can't think for you
I can hardly hear you say
What should I do, well you choose
 
Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems like such fun
Until you lose what you had won
 
Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
A fool of everyone
A fool of everyone
 
Take my photo off the wall
If it just won't sing for you
'Cause all that's left has gone away
And there's nothing there for you to do
 
Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems like such fun
Until you lose what you had won
 
Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
A fool of everyone
A fool of everyone
- a.


Monday, June 28, 2004

Wild Horses
(Rolling Stones)
 
Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady, you know who I am
You know I can't let you slide through my hands
 
Wild Horses
Couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
 
I watched you suffer a dull, aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Can make me feel bitter or treat you unkind
 
Wild Horses
Couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
 
I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let's do some living after we die
 
Wild Horses
Couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
 
- a.


Thursday, June 10, 2004

Perfect World
(Indigo Girls)
 
We get to be a ripple in the water
We get to be a rock that's thrown
We get to be a boy on the bridge
Standing over the reservoir
 
I see the water lapping on the shoreline
Buried forest of a man made lake
Cemeteries are laying underneath it
Your heart like a dam when it breaks
 
We are floating, we are swimming
And at this moment we are forgetting
What it caused, what it takes
The one perfect world
When we look the other way
 
I'm okay if I don't look a little closer
I'm okay I if don't see beyond the shore
I'm okay if I don't have to do the killing or
Know what the killing is for
 
We are talking, we are driving
And in this moment we are denying
What it caused, what it takes
The one perfect world
When we look the other way
 
One perfect world
When we look the other way
 
You can see beyond the myth of isolation
And the miracle of daybreak doesn't move you anymore
Connect the points and then see the constellations
As the night comes down on the reservoir
 
We are swimming, we are floating
And in this moment we are beholden
To what it caused, to what it takes
The one perfect world
Can we learn to live another way?
 
Perfect world
Can we learn to live another way?
 
- a.


Thursday, May 06, 2004

A Million Years Later...
 
So I've been scarce. I admit it. Well, I've been scarce here, anyway. I'm not sure anyone noticed, because most everyone who reads my blog (that I know of, at any rate) are people I talk to all the time anyway. But here I am again, posting. And I thought I'd post something slightly more real this time than just song lyrics, though I don't think of the song lyrics I post as fake. Just not quite as informative as I think a weblog was intended for. Anyway.
 
There's a website called DeviantArt that allows people to post their artwork and other various images/literature for showing others, and I've signed up for an account. Y'all can see it here, it's easier than posting all my artwork to Xanga for showing off, particularly since my browser has been misbehaving for several weeks. I don't know if you can comment on anything without having an account (I don't think you can) but if anybody really has something burning inside them to say about my work they can do it here or get me through email or whathaveyou. There are only four dozen ways to get a hold of me, after all.
 
I've gotten some okay business lately. There's a flea market this weekend somewhere near Framingham (I think) which I could've gotten into, but it turns out we have plans and I can't make it. But I've got two pieces going into an auction (I think it's a silent auction, not sure) for charity. This means I won't be getting any money out of it, but it's for a good cause and at least people are getting my name. And I got to give business cards, too, which is nice. Especially now that I've gotten them printed. And now that I have, I can send out all the pieces I've promised people distantly (that means you too, Lilly :D). The auction, if anyone's interested, is the Second Annual Caregivers Chocolate Lovers Fantasy at PSNH Energy Park in the Manchester Millyard, Manchester New Hampshire. It's May 16th (which is the same day as William's birthday party so I won't even be there) from noon to four, and tickets are like fifteen bucks a pop. This is a small price to pay when you consider how much chocolate, cookies, cakes, and other goodies are going to be there, and it's for a really good cause. The Caregivers are a group that helps the frail, elderly and disabled to maintain their independence and dignity, which is a pretty decent venture. Mom and I have done some work for them in the past, and her office does a lot with them as well. If you're interested in tickets, call 603-622-4948. The cover charge goes straight into donations, not covering the event itself. Everything's been provided by donatoin, as far as I'm aware. Some of the sponsors are Comcast, WZID (radio station, 97.5 in my neck of the woods), Rae Systems and others. So if you're going to be in the area at the time indicated, you should check it out.
 
That's about all that's going on lately. Still taking a class on jewelry making (stone settings and whatnot) which is going... alright, I suppose. Not as swimmingly as I'd hoped, but practice makes perfect. At least I've found a way to make use of all the settings I've accidentally melted by being too zealous with the torches. And I've only burned myself seriously like once, which wasn't even all that bad. Just the tip of my finger, and totally my fault. That's what I get for being grabby. ;)
 
Anyway, that's about it for me. Hope y'all are doing swell.
 
Peace outside.
 
- a.


Friday, April 02, 2004

17 Again
(Annie Lennox)
 
Yay though we venture through
The Valley of the stars
You and all your jewelry
And my bleeding heart
 
Who couldn't be together
And who could not be apart
 
We should’ve jumped out
Of that airplane after all
Flying skyways overhead
It wasn’t hard to fall
 
And I had so many crashes
That I couldn't feel
At all...
 
And it feels like
I’m seventeen again
Feels like I’m seventeen
 
Times might break you
God forsake you
Leave you burned and bruised
Innocence will teach you
What it feels like to be used
 
Thought that you’d done everything
You didn’t have a clue
 
And it feels like
I’m seventeen again
Feels like I’m seventeen
 
Looking from the outside in
Some things never change
 
Hey hey I'm a million miles away
Funny how it seems like yesterday ...
 
All those fake celebrities
And all those viscous queens
All the stupid papers
And the stupid magazines
 
Sweet dreams are made of anything
That gets you in the scene
 
And it feels like
I’m seventeen again
Feels like I’m seventeen
 
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Yea
 
- a.



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