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Tuesday, March 31, 2009

2:00AM

"Your mother," he once commented as she silently and systematically applied herself to the task of smashinmg all the best crystal glasses, "is slightly upset." - "Self Abuse" Jonathan Self.

Current mood: blah

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Monday, March 9, 2009

8:37PM

When events were actually happening, there seemed to be no pattern to them. But seen in retrospect, a pattern emerged. Only at the end of a life could the pattern be discerned; only then was there a completed weaving to be seen. And hers was this: since the moment of her birth, she had been an inconvenient person, a person who did not fit in, who ruined other people's tidy patterns.

To think of it: no place on earth where I can find a home! she came to realize. Day after day she thought these melancholy thoughts, cataloguing her failures.

From Mary Queen of Scotland and the Isles - Margaret George

Current mood: sore

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Thursday, February 19, 2009

3:14PM

"All the choices that any of us make...those things shape us. I took a pottery class once; the man who taught the class had been a potter all his life. The lines in his hands were permanently stained; his skin had absorbed the pigment of the clay. The ends of his fingers were wide, like the spade ends of shovels, shaped by running his fingers over clay on the wheel. What he did physically changed him, shaped him. Whatever we do, whatever we choose, it changes us, perhaps not leaving a visible sign as in the case of the old potter, but yes, I think that we are changed by what we do." - "How To Make A Wave" Lisa Hurst-Archer.

Current mood: blah

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Wednesday, February 18, 2009

5:15PM

"Delia doesn't know exactly why she feels so miserable, but she has a long list of possibilities. In lucid moments, she realizes that none of her reasons is justification to be cranky to her dad but - oh well - he's the main character opposite hers in the play called her life; that's his role now - to be the recipient of her misery." - "How To Make A Wave" Lisa Hurst-Archer.

Current mood: hungry

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Tuesday, February 17, 2009

10:18PM

"Delia reads sad stories, listens to sad songs. She presses the repeat button to soak up every melancholy note, to see how far through the track she gets before the soppy lyrics and minor tones weigh down on her chest. Songs that tighten her throat as though she's swallowed whole fruit are delicious." - "How To Make A Wave" Lisa Hurst-Archer.

Current mood: okay

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9:23PM

"Everything was chocolate ice cream and kisses and wind." - "The Hanged Man" Francesca Lia Block.

Current mood: okay

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2:47PM

"The sun dusting in like some kind of drug we want to put in our nose and mouths and veins."

"Dying from needles and love. It's like a nightmare demon coming in through bedroom windows. It's like the devil came the first time, breaking in a window with a body of wounds and syringes full of poison blood."


- Both from "The Hanged Man" Francesca Lia Block.

Current mood: tired

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2:11AM

"She hated Valia's nasty peppermint ice cream too. And furthermore, she hated Valia. Valia was a big, fat baby. Carmen hated babies. She hated old people. She hated everyone in between. She hated everyone." - Girls in Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood by Ann Brashares.

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Monday, February 16, 2009

1:27PM

"What did all this trauma teach me? Survival. And it really brings home something said to me in my youth: There are many ways to be crucified. Grandmother Ada taught me: If you live long enough you'll experience everything." - "Adventures Of A Psychic" Sylvia Browne.

Current mood: tired

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Tuesday, February 10, 2009

10:13PM

"No bullshit. But i never leave the house without a mix for anything: Falling in love. Witnessing a death. Disappointment. Impatience. Traffic. I carry a mix for any human condition. Anything really good or bad that happens to me, and my way to not overreact--- like, to distance my emotions-- is to locate the exact perfect soundtrack for that moment." - "Rant" Chuck Palahniuk.

Current mood: tired

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10:29AM

"I swear it," said the other mother. "I swear it on my own mother's grave."

"Does she have a grave?" asked Coraline.

"Oh yes," said the other mother. "I put her in there myself. And when i found her trying to crawl out, I put her back."

- "Coraline"
Neil Gaiman.

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Monday, February 9, 2009

8:00PM

"Maybe you just got through it. Maybe that was all you could ask for." - "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" Ann Brashares.

Current mood: cold

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3:58PM

"Until then, God be with you, as he is evidently not with me."

"He folded up his feelings as he might a poem scrawled on a piece of paper, and hid them away."


Both from "AngelMonster" Veronica Bennett.

Current mood: blah

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Thursday, January 29, 2009

9:27AM

"Sophie, at first I thought you were really lucky to get Paul, but then I realized that god actually hates you and this is probably a punishment for something you did in your past life. You know, when you were that three toothed circus freak who would rub the elephants the right way." Lindsey Newman in "The Notebook Girls".

Current mood: sick

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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

12:58AM - Sir Apropros of Nothing - Peter David

"All opinions are welcome," Meander said. "You are a curious fellow. I do not recall seeing you recently. What is your name?"
I said the first thing that came to mind. "Tacit, sire."
"Tacit? Tacit One-Eye? I've heard of you a'right, but both eyes seem quite intact."
"You have . . . heard of my brother, sire. Not me."
"Your brother. Two brothers, both named Tacit?" he asked in polite bemusement.
My brain had completely frozen. "Our . . . parents were very poor, sire," I said desperately.
"And could not afford more than one name for you?"
I had no reply to that.

Current mood: amused

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Thursday, January 15, 2009

9:16PM

"Setting myself up for the kind of ridicule that takes years of therapy and precisely calibrated medications to undo."

"I'd say we bring out the best in one another, but it's more like we borrow the worst."

"What can your parents threaten you with if you don't share the same cosmology? After flirting with monsters and the bogeyman, my mother finally settled on Patty Hearst and the Symbionese Liberation Army. Until I was ten years old I was terrified that if I misbehaved, the SLA would swoop in and force me to accessorize with heavy artillery and olive drab, which did nothing for my complexion."


- All from "Devil In The Details" by Jennifer Traig.

Current mood: blah

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Thursday, July 31, 2008

12:45AM

"You're not just coming out of the closet. You're standing on the porch waving a flag," I told her."


"My whole life, I wanted to be dead, but I didn't actually do anything about it. I guess I didn't want to be dead; I wanted relief. I wanted to be happy and peaceful."
"That's it," she said. "It's not about dying; it's about stopping the pain."


"Knowing there was no cavalry is much better than hoping for a cavalry that never comes. I am strong because I have to be. I am the cavalry."


- All from "Driving With Dead People" Monica Holloway.

Current mood: sore

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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

6:16PM

"Out my window the sun was coming up, but not for everyone. Some of us were dead."

"The way I saw it, Dad was just mad. He drove mad, he ate mad, and if anything turned him happy, he ruined it immediately."

"Aunt Evelyn took the news of her husband's death badly, but she took the news of the twenty-nine-year-old girlfriend with a heavy sedative."


"Granda, there's a tornado warning. You need to get over here and get in the basement," I urged.
"Honey, there's not a tornado strong enough to blow my fat ass out of this trailer. Don't worry about your granda."


- All from "Driving With Dead People" Monica Holloway.

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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

1:19AM

The thing about work itself, it was so bearable. The dreariest task was perfectly bearable. It presented challenges to overcome, the distraction provided by a sense of urgency, and the satisfaction of a task's completion - on any given day, those things made work utterly, even harmoniously bearable. What we bitched about, what we couldn't let lie, what drove us to distraction and consumed us with blind fury, was this person or that who rankled and bugged and offended angels in heaven, who wore their clothes all wrong and foisted upon us their insufferable features, who deserved from a just god nothing but scorn because they were insipid, unpoetic, mercilessly enduring, and lost to the grand gesture.


--And Then We Came To The End by Joshua Ferris

This is a fantastic book. I loved every minute of it. I thought I was going to get annoyed by the use of "we" instead of "I" or "he" or similar, but it fit the corporate life perfectly. Here's what Ferris had to say about it:

"Companies tend to refer to themselves in the first-person plural - in annual reports, corporate brochures, within meetings and internal memos, and, in particular, advertising. What used to be the 'royal we' might now be thought of as the 'corporate we.'"

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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

7:27PM

"But his love was too much for him, he felt paralyzed, he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered." - "The Things They Carried" Tim O'Brien.

Current mood: tired

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