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2004-04-22T17:37:53Z

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2004-04-21T05:18:44Z

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2004-04-17T08:30:40Z

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2004-02-12T23:16:56Z

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aftershocks @ 2003-12-05T07:45:00

2003-12-05T15:47:33Z

i'm keeping this journal for the sentimental value. however, i don't want anyone listing me as a friend. if i see you listing me as a friend, i will come over to your house and scream at you. my scream is very high-pitched and loud, i'm just warning you.

love,

contended

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2003-12-04T01:59:16Z

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aftershocks @ 2003-12-01T21:03:00

2003-12-02T05:05:49Z

HEY. i'm contended now.

i have bangs now and i HATE THEM. good thing hair grows fast.

that's it. switch on over if you wanna.

p.s. so far december has been extremely awful, so please, little month, don't explode upon me. or perhaps i should tell myself this.

aftershocks @ 2003-11-30T23:17:00

2003-12-01T07:23:22Z

i'm leaving this name soon. it was lovely, thank you.

AND:

my new screen name on the old a-i-m IS:

a wrong tense

you won't be seeing me here, so please add this to your little list. i'm pretty nice to talk to if you've gotten my attention.

i never post quiz results. but this is cute.

2003-11-30T18:15:40Z

You're an Indie Pop Kid. You like songs about
relationships and the prettiness of nature.
You're sentimental, but not certainly not emo.
Oh, and if you aren't an English Major, you
should be.

You Know Yer Indie. Let's Sub-Categorize.
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aftershocks @ 2003-11-29T17:40:00

2003-11-30T01:41:43Z

this journal has become an exercise in solitary exhibitionism. i'll be carrying my camera along with me from now on, so hold on to your pants. last night i was expecting to take many photos of various degrees of debauchery, however, the following happened.

1. i was sad because nobody wanted to go out
2. i was annoyed because nobody was answering the phone
3. i was angry because i had nothing to do
4. i was complacent because i ate the rest of my biscuits

in other news, i am in love with the heir to the vanderbilt/whitney fortune because when he was in high school he used to "go into the woods and climb up to the very tops of trees and make strange noises." that and he's just all wide-eyed and sad looking. oh hell, he's just on major amounts of valium and feel sorry for him. i think he loathes being rich.

p.s. if anyone wants to drop me from their friends list, please do so now. fall cleaning, folks. no hard feelings.

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2003-11-29T02:50:49Z

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for your listening pleasure out in livejournal land. my voice cracks like a boy's, but i probably have the sense of humor of an adolescent boy ANYWAY, so it goes with the package.

aftershocks @ 2003-11-27T01:26:00

2003-11-27T09:37:04Z

i want a glockenspiel for christmas. i love the sound of this little instrument. i can totally see myself playing the glockenspiel, composing songs upon it and such. i also want a real melodica. and a banjo! and i realized that steve martin probably does play the eukelele in the jerk because he's really a fantastic banjo player.

also, here are two news stories for you, perhaps better than the fake fellatio story:

i want to sign up for the clincal trial for the the orgasmatron. the stuff of woody allen films becomes reality. i love it.

the wonderful emily linked this first. love is a drug. [where can i get some?]

aftershocks @ 2003-11-26T15:44:00

2003-11-26T23:48:22Z

new video! i suggest you download this one if you can because whattayaknow, you can actually see me this time.

bathroom: redux

i should create a website to put all this multimedia up. next thing you know i'll be writing scripts and shooting mini movies on my digital camera. oh, man, i've got too much time on my hands.

bye ferny pants

2003-11-25T01:26:07Z

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aftershocks @ 2003-11-23T20:25:00

2003-11-24T04:36:21Z

insanity in the bathroom. isn't that where the best lighting always is, anyway?

SCARY

i was overtaken by the urge to sing

i like to knot my eyebrows a lot. and use toothpaste.

i growl a lot too.

now, with 100 percent more brooks

2003-11-23T03:39:53Z

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aftershocks @ 2003-11-21T10:07:00

2003-11-21T18:21:42Z

i was going to do the picture survey but i'm an ultimately lazy person. however, in looking at sarah's survey it made me realize i have a wonderful and new[old] favorite show. LAUGH IN. i am obsessed with it, mainly because of the young goldie hawn. i love her on there, perhaps because i've realized my humor runs akin to hers. goldie, she seems to be innocently bewildered most of the time, and i suppose it's one of her most endearing qualities. i'm not a big fan of the later goldie, but coming out of the 60's she was just fantastic.

plus, i aspire to obtain goldie hawn's hair circa her laugh in years, or at least the brunette version.

aftershocks @ 2003-11-20T09:43:00

2003-11-20T17:46:03Z

how to say "oh my god! there's an axe in my head." in various languages. an essential resource for everyone.

http://www.yamara.com/junk/xl970512.html

aftershocks @ 2003-11-19T07:18:00

2003-11-19T15:26:14Z

yesterday i threw up way too much for my own good. i'm trying to think back to what i ate over the weekend but cannot really remember what would've harmed me so. luckily this morning i woke up feeling better.

while watching i love the 80's strikes back, i realized i have a gigantic crush on michael ian black. it isn't even that i'm attracted to him, it's just that he's the reason i watch the show. it's kind of like my crush on tracy morgan. GOD i love tracy morgan.

p.s. it's SNOWING!!!

thank you measle.

2003-11-17T17:51:58Z

if i still ate hot dogs, this would be like, the best thing EVER. right now it's a bit disconcerting, though. kind of like how many people list themselves as being in an open marriage on friendster. is it that easy? can you give me some tips on getting someone to propose?

aftershocks @ 2003-11-16T14:19:00

2003-11-16T22:33:46Z

since i have an empty house at my disposal for about two weeks, i'm thinking of doing a few things.

one: the long awaited christopher guest movie night
two: girly spend the night shindig/dinner thing
three: party, in which all of the disjointed groups of friends which i have will come together for one night. we'll spin some records and let the alcohol flow. we'll see what happens and pray that nobody gets punched in the face and everybody gets laid. i mean, um, what?

i think the girly dinner/sleepover will take place this friday or saturday. if you're a girl you're invited. i'll be cooking up some food. hopefully we can trip it over to the avalon for some DDR and skeeball that night, too.

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2003-11-14T18:48:00Z

what has happened to this journal? i used to be able to post thoughts of a most inane manner and still be able to squeeze a bit of curiosity out of them. the thrill is gone bb king style.

god, i don't know what i'm doing these days. i'm kind of stuck in this holiday interim before next year starts. i am determined to enjoy the rain this year, but fuck, i get so annoyed when i slip upon the wet leaves and fall down. i get paranoid when the gray sets in as it did today, but i must remember my eastern greyhound rides in which all i could wish for was this.

i have resolved to write, perhaps in a more scholarly manner, but lately my head been unable to land upon a single concept. when i get frustrated i say to myself, well, i'll just pursue my art but i get very lost in the details and find myself with various unfinished projects. i can clearly see the good in perserverance, but i can never find the method!

yet i can be very methodical. i've been finding plans of pursuit sketched out upon journal pages from years ago. was i that naive? i guess i must find the endearing parts, my confessions of crushes: i think you are the cutest boy i've ever seen and then i pull out my 4th grade class photos to scrutinize the aforementioned boy. i wonder if i'll be scrutinizing photos from this time when i'm 30 and cringing as i do now. i can certainly say i have better (and more discriminating) taste now. but oh, it's a trip to remember my first platonic love, little freckled kevin pitcock (if only i had been old enough to appreciate his last name). me sitting in the corner of the library with the job of lookout while my dear kevin made out with my best friend emily. oh, oh, that first grade set up for all of the fucking rest of them.

my thoughts are horribly disjointed. as of yesterday i'm learning to play the keyboard, under my own tutelage. it's slow going, but hey - i can play don't blame you, which is something, right? hopefully i'll keep up with this. about an hour ago i aimed my butt toward a seat chair but completely missed and ended up gloriously falling to the floor. with my breakfast on top of me and all over the rug. i think i need go to take a shower to get the milk off of me.

aftershocks @ 2003-11-12T14:53:00

2003-11-12T22:54:23Z

i've got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell.

do y'alls people eat oatmeal?

2003-11-10T19:05:48Z

oh, david cross. i love you. i'm so fucking sorry you lived in roswell. "it stays white out later than it does in other areas, if you catch my drift."

ahhh. who's going to see his tour diary thing playing at the hollywood theatre tomorrow?

aftershocks @ 2003-11-08T14:12:00

2003-11-08T22:23:42Z

dear fate,

it isn't march again. it's NOVEMBER. i don't like recurrent events. please stop.

love,

brooks