movies to see

little miss sunshine
a scanner darkly
the king
RUSSIAN DOLLS
mouth to mouth
hard candy
borat
the great new wonderful
time to leave
scoop

at least now i have a job to support my movie habit.

75 dollar prom

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my ticket was the worse part!my eyeliner was fifteen, five bucks went to arcade games, and five went for pizza. how much was my dress?
yessssss, value village.

i've felt like posting a few times this week, yet i was stopped by forces: evil forces: like bon jovi, or death [is it really evil though?], or tests. they've all made this week unbalanced. really, so many wonderful things: I witnessed a live performance of a seagull imitation yesterday, the 3 cpt members were released, I got to dance a lot, it's finally warm outside. yet there's the funeral, the distressed mother at the drug seminar urging the speaker for answers on how to help her son. Has is been a good week or a bad week? Or simply a week.

some days I wish my hair was still like so:

does my tongue not look really muscular?

yet there are ups having [semi] regular hair. it doesn't turn nasty orange and no one calls me carrots.

note

i must find a copy of breakfast on pluto. i believe it is my favorite movie, though i haven't seen it yet.

"And there's the king of Pomerania"

"Anatolia, actually. But alas, no longer."
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"It's true. They steal my throne. My Godfather, the Archduke of Austria gave me, one time, gold fountain pen with eagles on him. I loved well my gold fountain pen. And then the liberal minister, one man of exceeding evilness. He come to talk to me and... thump, and talk to much about thing i do not understand. And-- and, and when he was gone, where was my gold fountain pen with eagles on him? Gone also!

- The Former King of Anatolia, Bright Young Things.

big doors, little people

the renaissance had an obsession with midgets. i wonder if i would be stroking queen mary's head on her death bed, or part of peter the great's midget barn.

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my dad took this picture in hungary's national museum, and then it was nicely edited by darling matt. the icky fire extinguisher *poof* dissapeared!

My pirate name is:

Mad Mary Cash

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You're musical, and you've got a certain style if not flair. You'll do just fine. Arr!

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