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How 'bout that Robert Altman last night? I'm sure Papa Jack was drooling at the screen, having conniption fits of joy recalling scenes from McCabe and Mrs. Miller. Our TiVo went bazurk and paused right at the point when Altman said he had a heart transplant and we all screamed "HE DIED!" right there on stage...oh the humanity.
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I love cleaning in high heels but what I love more is spackling sparkling white walls.

*love this. can't wait.*

Current Music:
New Order - Age of Consent
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"Meowy" the resident cat at my apartment on Euclid Ave. (whose meow sounds like that cat being mauled, suffocated, AND raped all at the same time) got nothin' on "Claws" the resident cat of my new apartment on Newport Ave. Last night I spent the night at my new apartment (A.K.A. The Pepto-Palace) for the first time. I was awoken by sounds of wretched panting, growling, and moaning. Check my clock. 3 AM. "Fuckin' neighbors are getting their Valentine's lovin' early I suppose" and try to drown out this sickening image of rowdy sex. BUT IT WON'T STOP. and it's hard-fucking-core. In my delirious-ness-ness I contemplate whether this person needs help. Maybe it's not sex. Maybe they are really trying to squeeze one out and need me to pass them some prune juice? No. No. It's a fucking CAT! A wretched beast of a cat. And it's noises will put any ones love life to shame. I eagerly anticipate many more lonely nights spent listening to the moans of wails of "Clawy" the neighborhood sex kitten.
Current Mood:
sleep deprived/sugar high
Current Music:
MEEEEEEEEE-OW!! ow! ow! ow!
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Today I had the best idea ever. And then I had the second best idea after that.
1. I suggested that me and Mary CARRY...(yes carry) our eight-foot-long-more-comfortable-than-my-bed-purple-couch-named-"Harriet" from our current apartment to our new apartment 2 blocks away. To make this event all the more fabulous, we had Ryan Silviera video tape the entire episode. This was a classic Maitlin Fecteamakers moment. Expect stop-motion-odyssey-of-Harriet coming your way soon.
BY THE WAY
if you want to come over to our new apartment you have to buzz us. And apparently our names are: "RaBemaekers/Secteau". So we're not really on the lease...YUM!

2. While carrying Harriet down the street, we gathered quite a few spectators. Many of whom were sweaty men on bikes. Mary and I convinced them all that we were super heroes capable of disappearing and turning trees into instant lemonade stands. ohhhhh how i wish there were a lemonade stand...POOF! gargle, gargle, gargamele.

my weekend was obliterated by pink monstrosity.
Current Mood:
pink pink overwhelmingly pink
Current Music:
bitches ain't shit
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It's 6:30 in the morning. I'm sitting in my beautiful spanish villa apartment contemplating what 6:30 AM will look like in the new apartment. EXCUSE ME, the new PEPTO-PALACE. From here on my purple couch I can see a glorious faux fireplace, fabulously decorated white stucco walls, and perfect condition hard wood floors. SURE the next door neighbors are probably/most definitely/certainly selling crack. BUT I LOVE THIS HOUSE! The new place is...cheap....and PINK. Wretched, vomit-inducing, pull your hair out, PEPTOBISMOL PINK. It has brown carpet and (gag me) vertical blinds. In honor of myself and Mary willingly sacrificing our glamorous life for this pretty picture of a life on Newport Ave. please join us in commemorating just how fucking fabulous this place is at our MOVIN' OUT! party on Friday.

AND YES, you can bring flowers. (or beer)
R.I.P. EUCLID APARTMENT. YOU WILL BE MISSED!

Current Mood:
TEAM EUCLID FOREVER!
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YUM is the word of the week.
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OMG OMG OMG if i can reccommend doing ANYTHING in LA before you incur thousand dollar debts and consume yourself with self-loathing and traffic tickets, you have to see JON BRION at LARGO. If you don't know who he is, he's scored everything from ETERNAL SUNSHINE to I HEART HUCABEES and MAGNOLIA. His show was absolutely spectacular, as was the suprise guest appearances by MICHEL GONDRY who plays drums! And I'm such a lush for opportunities like this that I had to interrupt Michel Gondry who was talking with PATRICA ARQUETTE and LIV TYLER to thank him for being insirational, creative, boundry breaking... And he (with his adorable French accent) encouraged me in making my film on film this semester. AH! thennnnn....during the second set, Jon Brion played piano with Michel Gondry on drums, ADAM LEVINE on guitar, (OK I hate Maroon Five but he's hot as hell...) and KANYE WEST free flowing on the mic. OH was it ever a great night?! Bottle or two of Coppola 2002 Cabernet, fantastic music and hand shaking with two inpiring artists...YUM. Jon Brion plays in West Hollywood at Largo every Friday night. I'm officialy a groupie.
Current Music:
Jon Brion
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I busted my twelve year old brother on Myspace. He said his interests were "Smoking pot, doing crack, and eating waffles." LOL I'm evil. I'm sure he hates me now, but don't twelve year olds hate everything and aren't cool again until they are about nineteen? I know that's what happened to me. I don't think I came out of my room from about 15 until I graduated, left Texas, and came home to parents that were finally cool enough to talk to. Living out of the parental house is grrrreat. On that note, me and Mary are moving out of our villa. The apartment is much too lonely..errrr EXPENSIVE without Kelsey. AHHH...how I will miss my little casa de Euclid.
Current Music:
The Beatles -- Fool on the Hill
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I'm OBSESSED with this. *bounce*bounce*bounce* OR if you don't have Quicktime *bounce*over*here*



I don't watch TV much so I don't know if it's new or old cause I saw it on the internet. But damn it's definitely the best commercial i've ever seen. and the song OHHH THAT SONG!!

When my friend Crystal was in high school a bouncy-ball factory exploded in Fullerton. There were balls all over town for like a year. SCORE!
Current Music:
Heartbeats -- Jose Gonzalez
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i just watched CHILDREN OF THE CORN PT. II:

three things BAL won't let me include in my 336 script
1. killer cornstalks.
2. blonde girls on motorskooters in short shorts.
3. a multi-colored-people-eating-vortex.

i think i'll bargain with him for just ONE.

Current Mood:
children of the caitlin
Current Music:
bitterness
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