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[17 Feb 2007|05:58pm] |
HEY GUYS GUESS WHAT I'M IN ITALY AND I HAD ABOUT A MILLION CUPS OF ITALIAN COFFEE BECAUSE THAT SHIT IS OFF THE CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN WITH LIKE FIVE A'S OR MAYBE MORE THAN FIVE AND I'M TYPING IN ALL CAPS BECAUSE THE SHIFT KEY IS WAY TOO CONFUSING AND I CAN SEE COLORS ANYWAY I'M IN ITALY WITH NICO AND SAY HI TO BABBIT FOR ME BECAUSE HE'S AWESOME AND NICO'S TOTALLY AWESOME AND YELLING AT ME TO NOT TYPE BECAUSE I HAVE THE 'CAFFINE MADNESS' BUT HE'S STUPID.
ANYWAY I'M IN ITALY.
BITCHES.
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[31 Jan 2007|03:10pm] |
Nico's gone? Or at least he hasn't been back in a few days. It's not that I give a flying fuck what happens to him because oh god, I totally do, but some things I've been hearing have got me kind of worried. Stuff about students just...vanishing. I know, it sounds crazy- but these are the things that keep a guy up at night. Anyway, if it turns out he's okay and this is just another one of those stupid fucking 'pity me Sinclair because I HAVE TEH EMO' stunts...I guess I'll take it from there (On a slightly related note- does anyone have a regulation kneecap busting baseball bat I could borrow?) But until then, I reserve the right to worry. And freak out. And then worry some more.
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| A Humble Request |
[26 Jan 2007|09:35pm] |
Hey! I know not many of you know me, but for a vareity of reasons not worth getting into, I'm suddenly finding myself without a place to stay. Does anyone have a futon or couch or bed or whatever for me to crash on for one or two days? I promise I'll be an awesome houseguest and cook you pancakes and raise your self esteem!
Please?
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[15 Jan 2007|04:18pm] |
Just because I've been back for over a week dosen't mean I can't throw a TOTALLY BITCHIN' WELCOME BACK SINCLAIR PARTY FEATURING A KAREOKE MACHINE THAT I FORCED NICO TO BUY ME WAS A LOVELY GIFT FROM NICO!!!
But I don't want to throw a party and have no one show up and then spend the night crying in my new dress over a bowl of chips and a glass of Tab! So, if you'd be intrested in such a social event, please leave me a compliment filled comment about how great I am and why I should consider YOU for SINCLAIRBASH2007!!!!
Or, you know, just with a simple "Hey, I'd love to come! Here are some times that work for me!"
(oh, and by the way- if I don't know you, dosen't mean I wouldn't be more than happy to get to know you! IN BED! Not really, Nico.)
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[08 Jan 2007|09:09pm] |
((Private entry))
He had to have some reason for doing this. He just had to have. After all, how much can you trust some guy who just got you drunk and told you so he could see you in pain and probably rub one off to it afterwards?
That's right, Lewis. You know what tastes great with self-deluison? Vodka. Oh, and the internet. Which, by the way, returned over a hundred results for "Nico and Tanne Dinesen", two of which were their respective livejournals! Way to cover your tracks, Nico. Asshole. Though, I don't know. Maybe the entries talking about how much you love her and miss her and want to be in denmark cuddled up next to your snuggy-wuggums of a perfect wife were meant as elaborate ruses to throw me off the track. Though, given how little you appeared to be thinking of me during that time, I doubt you'd even grant me that courtesy.
Incidentally, google also returned over 148,000 results for "lying, cheating, bitch of a boyfriend." Good to see that I'm not alone in that.
Was I even really his boyfriend though? I mean, yeah, we did the traditional things that boyfriends do- not tell anyone about each other, only show affection in private, maintain a facade of heterosexuality (asexuality in his case) Which, by the way, is only now starting to sink in. I was his dirty little secret! I was his goddamn dirty little secret! Oh, he can just tell EVERYONE about fucking "Tanne"- what sort of name is Tanne, anyway? (what sort of name is Sinclair, for that matter? Maybe he just has a weird name fetish...)- but 'I'm sorry, danish royal! I can't marry you because, oops, I'm already in a relationship with someone right now?" That's so damm hard to say? And MARRY her? I can't even begin to process that one. Oh god, did he sleep with her? Is it bad that after I thought that I screamed "I WILL CUT THAT BITCH!?" And that I'm not quite sure which bitch I meant?
I want to believe he wouldn't do this to me, but I know that he's based his whole life around being the sort of person who does this sort of thing. But he was so happy to see me back, though! And just, the little things. Bringing me records and taking me places and saying he missed me...
You know what makes frantically trying to construct table scraps of affection into a meaningful relationship much easier? MORE VODKA.
Okay. Taking a drunken step back: Were we even IN a relationship, though? We never had the "talk"- I was planning to, but life intervened. Did he ever say he loved me? Would he say it? Would he mean it? Would I say it? Would I mean it? The guys in Brokeback Mountain never said they loved each other either, but I mean.
You know what makes comparing your not-really-a-relationship to Brokeback Fucking Mountain easier? EVEN MORE VODKA
What's really fucked up? I want to forgive him. I want to start over, and just be all "Hi! My name is Sinclair Lewis! Want to have a blank slate where I'm not stuck redecorating your closet while you redecorate mine and you don't not-really-leave me for some stuck up danish bitch? And I don't alienate my best friend because I lie about my relationship with you? And everything is sunshine and roses and unicorns are just havin' sex under rainbows? Is that too much to ask?"
Maybe he only went crazy because he was sad that I was gone...or maybe I need to switch to rum.
Christ. Fuck all this introspection. I'm going to find Morgan.
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| By the way |
[01 Jan 2007|02:07am] |
I hope all the "finally Sinclair Lewis is gone" parties were fun and all, because:
I AM BACK, BITCHES.
That will be all.
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[02 Oct 2006|03:53pm] |
Dear Lord and Lady Internets,
You are now looking at one half of the new goalie for the Eupheme soccer team! Nico got the Capitancy (captainhood? Nico is now indulging in captain...ness?) and since apparently he's only counting performance on the field for who gets the position, I have to share it with this other kid I've been seeing around- Jamie Joyce. Anyhow, I'm just hoping that having not done any serious exercise for almost a year won't work against me in practices. Besides, the squishier and larger I am, the more of me there is to set up a solid defense. At least, that's the theory I'm planning to stick to.
I almost got fucking mauled to death by an imaginary cat that, if the weirdness of everyone else's gossip is to be trusted at all, might not have been totally imaginary, but other than that Everything's been pretty typical here. I'm still behind in my studies despite not really working all that hard on them. Forster probably got a 6.billion GPA by now- I should take a cue from him and hole myself up in my room to just do nothing but work for the rest of my life.
Oh god, I think I just described my own personal hell.
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[24 Sep 2006|01:14pm] |
So, it's been brought to my attention by the MONTHLONG GAP BETWEEN NOW AND THE LAST TIME I POSTED that all evidence suggests that I've dropped off the face of the earth. It's okay- the mass suicides can stop now- for I return to the livejournal triumphat!!
Note: This is probably the first time in history that the phrase "livejournal" has been used in conjunction with the phrase "triumphant."
Anyways, Eupheme has managed to keep me super busy- classes, conspiracies, romantic dalliances, the usual sort of thing. But none of that is what I want to talk about. "But Sinclair! What could be more important than that? Especially that thing in the strikethrough! Seriously, we want to know about that!!" Well, tough luck. I want to talk about me.
Maybe you've noticed this, maybe you haven't, but I tend to think I know what's best for people and what it is they really want. Not in like a controlling, over mothering, "DON'T GO OUTSIDE WITH A SCARF THAT'S HOW ISADORA DUNCAN DIED" kind of way- more like I tend to act on people's behalf without asking them first- or asking them at all. That's sort of always been my default, and I thought that it kind of made me a Good Person(tm)- but, as of late, I'm finding out that this can lead to more harm than good. Without veering to far into Emo McIntrospection land, I feel sometimes like basically I can either do this and stay the way I am, or just become so totally self absorbed that I start carrying around a sign that says "ME!!" all the time in capital letters and overusing "I" statements until a new school rule gets put on the books that reads "Everyone seriously can just kill Harry Sinclair Lewis anytime they want to." This may be the "growing up" I hear is so popular with the kids these days.
Also, did any of you guys catch the Bleach English dub? I thought it was pretty decent, as far as those things go.
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[22 Aug 2006|12:53pm] |
LOLZ Livejournal its backk2skool which means backk2cool LOLZ
Morgan and I moved in a few days ago, and to say that we've been accepted into the fold would be an understatement. It helps to imagine the fold as a giant slab of viscous jelly, and Morgan and I as intrepid explorers crossing the jelly wearing 200 pound weights on our ankles. It's a terrible analogy, but you know what? I don't care what you think. So go away! Yeah that’s right, you better run to the next paragraph.
Two days into the school year and already I'm getting the sense that I've signed up for way more than I've bargained for (reincarnation? Sisters who aren't really sisters? I feel like sometimes everyone around me is speaking in riddles. Maybe it's all just one big inside joke.)
Not that I'm complaining. Classes that don't insult my intelligence, beautiful campus, fine ladies, superfine ladies, I can smoke anytime I want to- basically life seems to be good. My patented charm is doubtlessly endearing me to the hearts of millions, if not billions. By which I mean "At least I'm not totally hated and stuffed into lockers all the time."
Whatever. At least I'm no longer working for the Man!
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[14 Aug 2006|05:18pm] |
Dear Livejournal: My life is full of sorrow, pain, and suffering. I wear black on the outside, because black is how I feel on the inside. MY HEART IS A VORTEX OF PAIN!! I will now proceed to make a post entirely consisting of my bad poetry and My Bloody Valentine lyrics.
Haha, no. In all seriousness, I've been doing pretty good. I got accepted to that school I was talking about earlier- although, I was so nervous about it that I'm still not totally convinced that they didn't just send me a fake letter and when I show up for the school year they'll be all "LOLZ NO YOU SUCK!!" and I'll be all *cries*. Forster got accepted the same day, which totally rocked- I went over to his house to tell him my news and found out that his Mom had already put together a whole huge celebratory dinner for his acceptance. So I just sort of wound up crashing the party- and proofreading the first four chapters of the Remus and Sirius traveling makeout show...*shrugs* I really need to do more writing that isn't in my diary. I mean uh I don't have a diary WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT LOOK A NEW SHINY PARAGRAPH FOR A DISTRACTION
As you can probably tell from my suddenly massive flist, people at Eupheme seem to be a whole lot nicer than people in Jersey. For one, they actually, you know, welcomed me as opposed to hating me for existing. I know I'm bitter, but hell, I'm allowed to be. Sides, nothing feels better than waking up to another suburban dawn and knowing that soon I'll be out of here.
Man, maybe the whole emo disclaimer at the top wasn't so far off. Or maybe I'm just pissed because I spent the whole day at toilets R us- but more on that later. Right now I have to go do things such as be awesome and be even more awesome.
-S.L.
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[11 Aug 2006|07:05pm] |
Lately I've been totally freaking out about what I'm going to do for next year. I just sent out my application to Eupheme on the urging of Em, and I hope to whatever higher power that's out there that they accept me. I can't go back to Babbit Memorial, after all. Not since the prank.
In my defense though, the prank was BRILLIANT. You know how teachers have those stupid textbooks that give them all the answers which they read out of in lieu of actual teaching? It was my (fantastic) idea for Em and I to steal every last one of them from every last teacher in the school. It was epic! Babbitt Memorial High was in chaos! We had made a fantastically anarchic point about the inadequacy of the public school system! I was on top of the world! Until, of course, they gave Em and I our walking papers and told us to get the hell out and never come back. So, hopefully, Eupheme'll see that I, the wonderful Mr. Lewis, am a student that they cannot possibly afford to turn down, despite the expulsion, and the multiple suspensions before that, and my terrible GPA and....oh my god. I am so fucked.
They'll take Forster though. I hate to praise him cause I know he'll read it, but he's BRILLIANT. I really would miss him if he went off without me and left me to the hell of suburban Jersey.
So...Look out, Eupheme, here I come! Or so I hope.
I have to hurry off to work now, so I'll post more later. I've got a job as a junior ad man in my dad's business (I can sell ANYTHING, believe you me) and they don't take kindly to being stood up. Friggin' middle class pigs.
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[09 Aug 2006|05:40pm] |
I got this livejournal, abandoned it for a bit, and then proceeded to not abandon it. This? Because I am AWESOME.
n00b that I am, I'm still not quite sure how to break into this wonderful "digital revolution" on the series of tubes known as the "intra-net" "intar-webs" "inter-wubs" "WWWTF" or however else it's known as in the charmingly yet perversely colloquial "l33t speek" that the kids nowadays all the time be talking like with their hip hops and baggy pants and such things. Wooh. Talk about your longest sentences ever! I'm starting to sound like EM (that would be my best friend, Mr. Edward Morgan Forster, who goes by E.M. because apparently "Edward" and "Morgan" are just too COMMON to be called by.) He doesn’t seem to understand that periods can happen to people who aren't women, if you take my meaning.
Okay, that's about enough blogging for today. Stay tuned for more exciting installments in the wonderful life of me, all one of you who happens to also be over at my house right now and who, when I press "update journal" will probably give me an earful for the "periods" comment. "ttyl" and "byes!"
-S.L.
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