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Dagas: We thought that maybe it would be a fun idea to change our username. Would everyone please add ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) nifties to their friends list? Why thanks.
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[02 Nov 2004|10:22pm] |
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Aventi: Halloween was cheerio! There were inebriated people (mentioningnonamescoughbarfycough) aaaaand CANDY!
Will post pictures. We were a French/Swedish maid! With a parasol for no reason! You know you're cool when you can just wear all your clothes together, put an apron on top, and ding, you are a maid.
Pick-shots toomorrow.
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[17 Oct 2004|11:43pm] |
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Dagas: Everyone go download the song "moi lolita" by alizee right now and listen to it over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. And dance to it. And memorize the lyrics.
me, my name is lolita
lo or well lola
it's all the same to me
me, my name is lolita
when i dream of the wolves
it's lola who bleeds
when i bite my tongue
I let out a crazy laughter
like a freak
my name is lolita
'Lo'of life, "Lo' of torrential loves
refrain:
it's not my fault
and when i give my tongue to the cats
i seen the others
ready to throw themselves onto me
this is not my fault
if i listen to everything around me
L.O.L.I.T.A.
me lolita
me, my name is lolita
a student with my stockings
the color of methylene blue
me, my name is lolita
hot tempered and not
half-cotton, half-wool
talkative and a mouth that doesn't tell
mom that i am a freak
my name is lolita
"Lo" of life, "Lo" of torrential loves
repeat refrain
lo-li-ta... lo-li-ta
lo-li-ta... lo-li-ta
lo-li-ta... lo-li-ta
lo-li-ta... lo-li-ta
repeat refrain
IT IS ME AND ALSO LOLITA DESCRIBED LIKE WHOA.
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Aventi: Argh, still grounded! Last night was the second cup staff party, Toque, AND Sons of Daughters. Anger! Much anger!
Nothing more to report.
Oh! We think we mentioned that our clothes came from Japan, it was fun. Are now ordering a few more things... possibly this, and possibly this as well. Will's boots should be here any day now. We made a brown dress. Will post.
Dong lots of laundry.
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Read this or listen to it.
Dagas: Doing all this crap is unbelievably annoying. We haven't got time for personal development!
Sketti: At least we are never bored.
Aventi: And if you remember, sugar, we have money now.
Texas: But are ridiculously behind in our correspondence work.
Renata: I just wish there was time to sew.
Sketti: I just wish there was time to run.
Texas: I just wish there was time to ride.
Dagas: I just wish there was time to dance.
Aventi: I just wish there was time to party.
Dagas: You wish wish wish, but all we do when we have time is sit on the computer and do nothing.
Renata: It's better than lying in the gutter and smoking crack.
Aventi: And if you remember, sugar, we have money now.
Dagas: But still, don't you all feel unfulfilled? Don't you all feel like we should be doing something enriching?
Renata: I feel like we should be rocking the PVC.
Aventi: I think we all feel like we should be rocking the PVC.
Sketti: What's PVC?
Dagas: It's a type of shiny fabric, Sketti.
Aventi: I am kind of angry about the unfinished artwork though, aren't you guys?
Sketti: Oh.
Renata: Quite.
Texas: It's not like we can really do anything about it.
Dagas: We could give up one job and sacrifice our money, or we could give up computers and sacrifice our... well, sacrifice computers, which I guess isn't really a huge sacrifice, and would give us a heck of a lot more time to do more productive things, wouldn't it. God, our mother is annoying; does anyone else want to kill her, twice? Because I sure do.
Aventi: I'm too lazy to even think about changing anything right now. I just like having money. It lets us buy expensive clothes and electronics. But working today with Eileen was horrible. She's such a bitch. Not to mention how the employees of Famous Toys are like "Ooh, we don't care if our store is ugly, because it's temporary, and we suck." Fuck them.
Sketti: I like being busy, it keeps us on our toes. The one thing that sucks is not eating properly or enough. I'm always so hungry, and we always have to buy food from somewhere or another. Stupid night work means we're never home for supper, and although it's not usually that good anyway, I do like some stuff that is here, instead of take-away food..
Texas: I'm just worried about our school. If we had to hand that thing in three days ago to be registered, we're screwed, completely. We're only like a third of the way through it, and we won't be able to get it in until like next week. That would be horrible, but they didn't realy tell us anything, so what are we supposed to do? I want to ride, too.
Renata: I love that shirt we bought. It's gorgeous. I wish we had more time to sew and draw and more places to wear the things we sew and more places to showcase the things we draw. It sucks so much. And if our house wasn't so annoying and we had a place to sew, we could make that PVC corset. But our room is a mess and our house sucks, so we're doomed.
Dagas: I'm so tired, though, guys; let's go to sleep.
Aventi: Ok.
Renata: Yeah, sure.
Sketti: I'm tired, too.
Texas: Good call.
(what we're actually going to do is make an audio version of this; but not now, because as stated above, we're sleepy.)
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[01 Oct 2004|08:41pm] |
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Aventi: We were going to hang out with alex; but we are so tired, when we tried to get out of the computer chair we couldn't do it. It was sad. And that's why we are still here on the computer. Because we don't want to move. And now we feel bad becase alex just posted about how her mom is ragging her to have people over; but it's too late now.
Work, school, stuff, blah blah, horrible, yux0rz, but omg.
We bought several hot items again; will post pictures (we always say that and never do, but we will really this time because we have lots to picture of for lolitasnap!)
Will is our imaginary boyfriend and we are his imaginary boyfriend as well.
We hung out with some lesbians who were saying how hot we were and how sad it was that we were straight; in a roundabout way, but same thing. Slightly disturbing but at the same time flattering. In a disturbing sort of way...
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[23 Sep 2004|01:15am] |
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Dagas: Stupid bomb children take all our money.
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Avi: True story:
DRAMATIS PERSONAE:
GUY ON STREET
D-STAR
BUS
(Scene opens on D-STAR, a girl of about seventeen standing against a wall waiting for a bus. Enter GUY ON STREET, stage left. HE is about twenty-seven, with a mildly attractive face and is walking quickly.
GUY ON STREET: (stopping and looking at D-STAR)You look really stoned! What are you taking?
D-STAR: Pardon me?
GUY: I said you have great bones; what is your heritage?
D-STAR: Er, French and Ukrainian -
GUY: French and Unkrainian - that's great blood. I just moved here and I want to make some friends, what do you say? Gobbledy-gook. NAtter Natter Natter. (he continues to speak incoherently, with an insanely strong French accent.)
D-STAR: errrr....
GUY: You should go to montreal. You would like montreal. Isn't french a nice language. you know they can teach you french in montreal if you don't know french very well. I bet if you went there it would be a turning point for you and you would never want to go back. Natter Natter, Goobledy-gook. Indecipherable accented babble. Blah Blah Blah, Montreal, France, Blah Blah Nonsense, nonsense and incoherent chatter.
D-STAR: Er, that's my bus there...
GUY: OKAY! What is your name?
D-STAR: ........................
Velveeta!!
(she runs like a demented camel towards her bus and safety away from scary guy.)
Wierdest guy EVER.
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| stuff that happened. |
[20 Sep 2004|09:59pm] |
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Dagas: Some stuff happened.
1: We are buying an ipod mini. pink.
2: We don't know what to do for halloween.
3: Our mom went away for the week. Woo.
4: Rocko called us to inform us that our granny died; she wouldn't get out of bed for two weeks, and then she went to the hospital, and then they cat scanned and found out that she had had like 210923847 strokes but nobody knew, and then she decided it would be a good plan to wheel herself out of the hospital except she fell over a railing and broke a bunch of stuff. And then my uncle Dennis had to go get her will, and it said not to put her on life support, and then she died. The end. The good news is that my daddy and sister are coming to edmonton because of it!
5: Our sewer drain backed up and flooded part of our basement (imcluding the corner of the nice, big, basementy room that is supposedly soon to be ours) and then we couldn't use our toilets or shower or bath or.. er.. well anything at all, really.
6: We went to school. Gross, hey?
7: We are now a UNICEF global parent. Which means we donate $20 a month to bomb children. And/or... other types of sad children. But mostly bomb children.
8: ^^v
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| review day one |
[13 Sep 2004|10:16pm] |
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dig: Vancouver. We're going to do one entry per day we were there, plus pictures!
FRIDAY
Get on plane; window seat; behind the jet so we couldn't hear ourself think. Got off plane. Went to lala's place, it's a ground level flat kind of thing. She lives right on Granville by Granville Island, it's so awesome. Across the street from Peridot (and expensive french store.) We went off to Bedo and Eveline Charles, found cute sweaters we decided not to buy because they were $70 each, bought a spongiform pan, ogled cosmetics and went to pottery barn ad smelled the pomegranate bath products (at ridiculous prices) and lavender stuff. They had lavender everything. Table wipes, vacuum beads, tissues, dish detergent, laundry detergent, bubble bath...
Went back home and put the boo boo to bed. Made fish and veggie-tables, while drinking three bottles of red wine. Went to computer and tried picking out some songs to sing for rocko's party. We decided on Landslide by fleetwood mac (it was recently redone by the dixie chicks, in a more reasonable key.) Went to bed.
No pictures were taken
we'll go through saturday tomorrow!
Vancouver is such a cool town. Little koffe shops and sushi places and it smells like salt and humidity.. All the cool streets with their names instead of numbers, nelson, ontario, granville.. kitsilano, wtf the rich sections called. every street with a W or E, W 112th, W 67th. ehehehe!
Not to mention my amazing sister and co!
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[08 Sep 2004|11:46pm] |
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Aventi: Sitting here listening to Depeche Mode and thinking about how we could never be as cool as them. Got home from work two seconds ago; let us tell you about something gross.
We were on break reading our dear book, and drinking our dear tea, and eating our dear cake and other bad-for-you stuff, and there was this dude sitting over by the fireplace and he looked a lot like Patrick, and he looked at us as we walked past and we were like "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" anyway, it wasn't Patrick, but we exchanged glances, without our permission.
You know when you are looking at someone and you know they think you are interested in them, but really, you have this morid curiosity? Like that. Anyway, he creepied over to our table and was like "can i join you?" and it was creepy. Anyway he came and sat with us and kept us on break for far too long. He was drawing spiderman "for his bosses kids" (yeah right, he's got posters on his wall and you know it) and he was gross. Anyway he stayed at the cafe till like ten, and was trying to talk to alycia and us, but alycia busied herself with koffe and we ducked down behind the counter to look for saran wrap.
What a creeper. He was so creepy.
In other news, Led Zeppelin and also Van Halen are cool. GUESS WHAT VAN HALEN IS COMING TO EDMONTON IN OCTOBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111!!12%#682359481764 @@@@@!!!!!!!!one!!!!1!!!!!!!11!@1!@!!!!one!five
We're so going. We have to, seeing as we bloody missed Sloan again (they are playing tomorrow at the u of a, "students and guests only," and it's sold OUT *collapses in hysterical tears* So we are sad. Hence we have decided to become sloan groupies; maybe chris murphy would have sex with us.
Or at least let us have a picture.
But sex would be better.
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Dagas: It's been nice, school is all right. Going to Vancouver in a week. Will post pictures and commentary while there and afterwards. We slept in til 3 today, how sad.
Aventi: If you want to know what we really think of you, comment. And we'll tell you.
Jacked from uselesslipgloss
♥
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[01 Sep 2004|11:22pm] |
Aventi: Hahahahahaha, Sarah hates us and it's so funny, she's avoiding us! Hahahaha, she even deleted the fun post we made on her LJ! Hahahahaha, she's avoiding us. What fun.
Or as Hannah says: stick that in your tofurkey sandwich and throw it at a homeless person.
Not that that had any relevance whatsoever.
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dagas: went out to fabricland and bought tulle, wool, lace, etc. nothing exciting. went to work and was depressed; watched most of igby goes down and then started hating our own life so we turned it off and here we are; we spend too much money and are somewhat narcissistic; not to mention self-hating and indecisive. Also can't save money. Tsk. Sitting here listening to recreational sleep over and over again.. again, like we did some time ago when we felt better and less like we should sleep and more like a night animal.
Like the night was where we belonged, here down in the basement communing with the owls of the nation, living online once more to the tune of this same song. But where we really belong is outside in the sunlight. Where we will not go is outside in the sunlight because the sunlight enhances everything bad about us, like a 360 degree mirror. And there is no escaping it but for under a parasol; a $40 parasol from some import store, black and ripped and edged in lace again, lace lace and more lace and we are drowning in lace and ribbon and hate it hate hate hate hate hate.. grunge.. and hate clean, and hate grunge, and hate priss and hate bohemian living but wish we could pull it off if only we were more beautiful! Instead will end up a corporate slave like we once swore never to be, but what's the end, to become the old hippie with the long grey beard (sans beard, obviously) and the hat who we admire and then watch beg?
We admire and watch him BEG! He is begging and we are shamed and we give him no money because he knows and we know that we will be like him, and so should save our pennies for a darker day.
dd did this and now we do it.
1. Comment to this entry with a post you think would be totally out of character for me--something I'd never talk about, never discuss, never say, anything. It has to be completely out of character.
2. Post this in your own journal.
stolen from: herm & julianne. kthnxbye.
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Dagas: Trevor sent us an email and we cried hysterically.
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