Oh, Sweet Mary of Silence
Oh, Sweet Mary of Silence
We have a steady confusion
You're looking at fear
It doesn't seem like the first time
You walked out in a hurry.

oh voldemort........*swoon*

these are just too much fun...

i think that the drummer is the sexiest part of the band. i hate people who come in 5 minutes to close. i have old lady hands. i hate oversized shirts. i love getting letters in the mail. i used to play flute, violin and piano. i know how to say " i'd like to sleep with you" in spanish. i like soy milk better. i like modern art but i think that norman rockwell was a great artist. i wish our politicians weren't overweight, middle age, white men. i love record players and the way they make the music sound scratchy. i think voldemort is really hot. i like dangly earrings but done really wear them. i have a phobia of vomit. my favorite toppings are cinnamon, honey mustard, bbq sauce, salsa and honey. i think potatoes and eggs are fantastic. i don't like televangelists. i like reading lyrics without the music sometimes. i think of good movies like i think of good books. i adore the color green.....and red...and yellow. and pink...and periwinkle. i have my wedding ring planned in my head but i don't want to get married until i'm in my late 20's. i like teen movie hits from the 80's like the brat pack movies and back to the future. i had a crush on jesse from full house. the tape in my walkman when i went running this summer was the beach boys greatest hits. i think metrosexuals are a bore. i've worked at coffee shops for almost 4 years and i still hate coffee. i love being able to sleep in on a really rainy day. i could read for a whole day if i don't watch myself. i wish people could be more honest. i hate thin eyebrows. vanilla perfume makes me kind of nauseous. i like white wine but try to drink red. i think i'm valuing time with girls more. i love anything to do with christmas except the shopping. most of my favorite books are for kids and i really really really do get excited about harry potter.

i know this is an incredibly self-centered activity but really.....
i just like it.

bianca likes:
dinosaurs ( especially teradactyls), cheesy t.v. shows called lost and their fan forums, anything including the words: strawberry or soda pop, germany or any mention of europe, zines, sweethearts, buttons, screenprinting, random notes, sushi, art history, collages, bottles, small pictures, wine, camp, stickers, photobooth pictures, being in the city, novels by ayn rand, hot chocolate with whip cream but no sprinkles, dictionaries. thick canvases, national geographic, words like capitalist sanctions and bluish loukov soup, mixed media, pepperoni pizza, sugarless cinnamon gum, le petit prince ( in french ), swooning, making up names for people, ben? sebastian, cheesy ads, and her little peach scarf.

dislikes:
onions, preachers, art snobs, getting a bad mark in art history, condescending remarks, people who don't mind their own business, wearing rings, margaritte, tea, expensive medieval art books, spaced out teachers...

"women in convertibles are low hanging fruit"

wasting time in the waiting line....

i think i have a problem.
i have weights in my head and i keep getting weird headaches and falling
asleep in class.
i'm sure people at school know me as "that girl that always looks like she's high or has a really bad cold"

yesterday i was in such a good mood.
on saturday night me and jason went to see a show at the seahorse and we left around 1:30 because i was falling asleep. we held hands and ran through the snow and my little canvas shoes got soaked right through. we got home i set up a mattress on the floor and jason and i slept while the cat audrey took the whole bed for herself.
i woke up and there was snow everywhere. i couldn't even go to school to do homework. all i had to do was stay home all day .....it was great. then i sat in my room all day in my pj's drank tea, , drew birds and watched harry potter. i'm getting really excited for christmas....
i love christmas. i love christmas. i love christmas.

into Dust
still falling
worthless and on begin
inside today
inside me today
around broken in two
til you eyes shed
into dust
like two strangers
turning into dust
til my hand shook away the fear
i could possibly be fading
or have something more to gain
i could feel myself growing colder
i could feel myself under your fate
under your fate
it was you breathless and tall
i could feel my eyes turning into dust
and two strangers turning into dust
turning into dust
-mazzy star

i wonder how much time i spend thinking about things that don't really matter. i wonder how much brain space i've wasted with questions like "what do they think of me?" or "why can't i be like her?"
always about me and never about a solution.

"..and I'm certain, if I drive into those trees
it'd make less of a mess than you've made of me."

i'm stealing these pictures from sarah....i don't know why i'm showing up in so many pictures lately...

sarah and i.

my best friend since i was two.

i get really attached to things. i love waking up to opera on sundays. i hate reality t.v.. i like decorating shows. i think film critics should be able to take what they dish out. i love typewritters and i love paint chips. i don't think you need a husband or kids to make your life complete. i love craft history. i spend too much time wishing i was something i'm not. the only video game that i've ever loved was zelda. i love word puzzles. i like hair that's 'touchable'. i like a lot of windows. sometimes i cry for no reason. i'm warming up to computers. i think it's safe to say that anyone that owns a hummer is a moron. i'm having trouble with the term 'the artist' and i think that art can belong to anyone. however i hate scrapbooking. i hate it when people cut up their photos. i don't think we should have sunday shopping. i think i'll try pot eventually. i think that high school didn't teach me the things i think are important. i think dr. phil is a sensible man but i hate his show. i think that to improve the quality of life for the rest of the world, north america has to lower theirs. although i'd have trouble giving up my possesions. i love pin up girls. i think you can never have too many books. i feel inadequate 95% of the time. i hate carpet and wallpaper. i never leave the house without some makeup on or else i look like i'm dying. i hate that i need glasses to see well. i miss eating seafood. i think people with straight hair don't know how easy they have it. i can tell when a cartoon character is good looking. i don't know anything about new music. i don't trust people who hate kids. i think that one of the nicest gestures that someone can do is wash your feet. i think long nails are tacky.

i'm like a wind up toy. if you wind me up enough i'll tell you anything you want to hear. if you leave me to my own devices i'll fall silent and you'll notice something is missing.

if i was born in the 16th century i would definately be a nun.

today was on of those days. rushed and happy and busy and then you're sugar rush is gone. you're going home, unnoticed.
can anyone tell me how to unlearn this?

i was sewing my homework for fashion contruction last night and i needed something to listen to and so, i played rainer maria. it's amazing the kind of memories music can hold. i get such a strong sense of that way my days were filled and how i was feeling but i can't pinpoint it. it's too abstract for words. i was reminded of how i felt in spring 2002. joey had just left. i was a wreck. i saw my friends a lot more. it was getting warm out. i was working at second cup and i had just finished my first semester at nscad. on darcy's birthday all the girls drove around in bedford and sang at the top of our lungs to rainer maria. i think i was learning that your heart could bounce back from heartache. that you had a little bite of what real pain was and you were churning all that hurt and disappointment into strength. a small bit of rage that could help you deal with any bad cards sent your way. i felt that i was growing up and that i was going to be ok. one of the things that helped me start the day was that red burnt cd. the song at the start of this cd that i listened to first thing every morning was breakfast of champions:

wake me up this morning
and take me down to the corner place
before the shade retreats behind the wall
and i decide to stay here
cup of tea, blackberry
everything's alright now
don't let me sleep
easier to drive
leave the oven on
burn the house down
it was warm and pleasant and over in an instant
i feel like i dreamt it
but it's not there now

golden gate bridge
everything's alright.

sarah looking demure...

nicole should've been in kill bill 

sarah and i.  

j and i. we are your average couple. donnie darko and a hooker from the 40's

mr. roger, elle driver and "a whore who stumbled into the picture" 

allison and her boyfriend looking cute. 

this is paul. ...don't ask me. it's paul. 

mr. roger, double dragon, batman, and sloth 

sarah and i looking mad but sexy. 

me at my classiest 

sarah and allison...