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[Dec. 30th, 2005|11:01 am] |
Happy Bloody Fuckin'
New Year.
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[Aug. 1st, 2005|09:36 pm] |
OH GLORY BE!
My new lappy hath fin ally arrived!
Goodnight desktop, mornin' lappy.
So yeah, I should be updating more frequently now, not to mention checking your journals even more often.
TAHOOOOOTLES, me frns. |
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[Jul. 2nd, 2005|04:36 pm] |
Mother just put Beach Boys on...LOUDLY.
More odd is the fact that I am officially a highschool graduate.
Subsequently, I am FaceBook-erized.
Facebook me kids.
MY COMPUTER IS BROKEN.
Kaput.
Totally out of commisson.
As in "Flashing QUESTION MARK whenever I turn the bloody thing on" broken.
For our viewing pleasure, Adam Garcia:
Miss you kiddos.
-Sam |
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| These are a few of my favorite things.... |
[Apr. 30th, 2005|01:27 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Kill Bill Vol. 1 | ] |
I like to do random searches on Webshots.
Except they arn't ENTIRELY random.
They'll usually be searches for someone I'm stalking, or an event I *ahem* "couldn't make."
Often, it winds up as a degrees of separation game.
A little while ago, I did a search pertaining to the house parties I was present at this past week...for shits and giggles.
I found this though through the mere joy of ADD and a trigger happy mouse hand.
I'm digging through one of the school's basements for costumes for My Fair Lady.
Not QUITE what I was expecting to find, but my nose looks cute.
I've been spending too much time infront of the mirror again...
...OH WELL, no one evr said Vanity was WRONG...right? |
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[Apr. 14th, 2005|11:28 am] |
College Wishlist:
Poster for room. From Warhol's Camouflage series
Boonjte Garland Shade. (always can use some extra light source)
More to come.
later. |
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[Feb. 6th, 2005|09:02 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  annoyed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Je N'en Connais Pas La Fin-Jeff Buckley | ] |
Today is the 6th.
Tmrw will be the 7th.
A week from then, Valentines day.
And then a too-damned long stretch until St Patrick's day when I can get so unabashedly trash that I can forget everything.
Valentine's; the (HORRIBLE)State of the Union...Address; the people who just won't leave my life no matter how hard I try and make them; all the planned visits to college friends I'll never get to make; my hopes of a semblance to happiness...
I think I shall abandon live journal very, very shortly.
It seems to provide me with more depressing thoughts than I'd ever be able to come up with on my own.
Yuck. |
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| Stolen from my dear friend, zig_zag_dance |
[Nov. 28th, 2004|01:22 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  indifferent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Interpol--Antics | ] |
(credit given in subject line)
leave an anonymous comment with:
1 secret
1 critique
1 compliment
1 death threat
1 love note
lyrics to a song
how old you are
how long we've been "friends"
& a hint to who you are.
Well, let's see if anyone responds to this.
I love self-indulgence almost as much as I do self-pity.
Actually, no.
I hate self-pity.
But I'm addicted to it. |
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[Sep. 28th, 2004|02:54 pm] |
Last night, my bird died in my arms.
I'm really gonna miss the ole girl...
sigh |
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[Sep. 14th, 2004|01:07 am] |
"Reality exists only through experience, and it must be personal experience."
–Gao Xingjian, Soul Mountain
I think this makes disgustingly good sense.
Think about it...really. |
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[Sep. 13th, 2004|01:28 am] |
"I breathe the sweet smell of espresso
That saturates the backseat of his car
The residue of late night coffee breaks
Our 3am escapes
Slightly stale and fading."
It's 2:30am on a Sunday, and I'm about to sneak out for some Drunkin Donuts with becca.
So much for the turn around?
Eh...We'll see. |
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[Sep. 4th, 2004|05:35 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  accomplished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | classical | ] |
It's like 5:30 am.
I got off the phone with the west coast about half an hour agao.
I drapped for like the hour and a half or so I was on the phone.
My results are as follows:
ok, so photobucket isn't working.
Keep an eye out for an update on this though.
It'll be the first Samuel Myles for Live Journal garment...evah!
{EDIT}
So, here's the front:
and the back...
( and a hell of a bunch of details... ) |
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| Ya know, I try and I try... |
[May. 19th, 2004|05:38 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | God Dammit. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ben Kweller | ] |
alright, well after mark's inspiring (?), though slightly faulty, post, I've decided to declare to the world my favorite flower.
White Peonies.
( The Peony is the flower of Shame and Bashfullness )
I dunno, there just is something so utterly luxurious about a huge bunch of white peonies.
White Peonies, Gardenias, Cherry Blossoms, and Apple Blossoms.
If someone buys me a bouquet like that for my birthday (one month exactly, June 19), I...um...I'll...
Ya know wut, buy the bouquet first, and we'll work out the details later...
...depending who you are, of course.
Too bad I can be such a dick.
I bet I'd be cuter if I was bashfull...
Hmm...it's Wednesday...
Just when I was about to self-impose an "Edgemont friends Rennaisance," it seems my "foreign" friends have gone off to do their own stuff, as I've seen none since...last saturday was it?
And what a horrid night that was.
No, wait...I saw Gill Sunday and Monday, and Tash and Mark on Sunday too.
W/e, the fact remains that this is the first week in like over 2 months in which I havn't even seen or spoken to Natalie by a Wednesday.
Well, that may not be true, but it feels like is, and that's all that matters.
Napping, then off to do homework.
OH FUCK.
Progress Reports just came.
Alright, well...
GROUNDED THIS WEEKEND!!
YAY.
Sooooooo so so so sorry Sarah!!
we'll do lunch, cause i bet i can get out during the day.
alright all, this is Samuel Myles signing off with mixed feelings about, well frankly, everything and everyone.
oh well. |
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| I'd have to say that I think stuff like this is kinda funny |
[May. 16th, 2004|01:52 pm] |
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| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | MC Solaar | ] |
(Anonymous)
2004-05-16 11:39
nobody likes you faggot
Oddly enough, I probably needed that to put me back in better spirits, b/c I know who I enjoy as friends, and I shudn't be so bitchy to the ones that are actually worth keeping around.
Woot! I'm off to interview Anna and Beth!
This is gonna rock beyond belief.
Too bad I'll probly have to like actually write out the conversation...damn my lack of a voice recorder!
not to mention my lack of stoges. mreh. |
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| these are a few of my favorite things |
[May. 16th, 2004|11:51 am] |
gary's starbucks hat==fantabulously great
adri not ready==uber hysterical.
Eskidog: im moving into nyu this afternoon
Eskidog: and im still not packed
Eskidog: and in a towel
Eskidog: im fucked
my dolce towel==my happinessmaterialism, wOOt.
aright, work time
..and by work, i mean tanning...
ON MY DOLCE BEACHWEAR TOWEL...sick.
edit
The fact that my mother knows my jellybean addiction and how my father loves to rain on my parade and won't let me eat any, and yet mommie goes and buys them for me in secret==i love my mommie...so long as school isn't involved ::shudders::
what i am tanning in (a horrid caricature of myself: white tennis shorts, prada polo, dolce and gabanna towel, and prada slides...i'm going to tan in my own backyard people)==OH MAN...
SECOND freaking edit
I don't know what this is or where it came from, but i kinda wanna go...wait, maybe i'll be driving up w/ Natalie to go see Sarah?
Je ne sais pas, but I'm gonna look into it.
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| I'm the token fag-friend...Me. |
[May. 15th, 2004|11:17 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Bitchy like Martha | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ahh Martha, you Domestic Diva, Doilee-Dutchess you | ] |
New isdue of Vogue came today---looks like tom ford is showing a suit of self-pity this season(sub-title)
It seems to me I can really only hang out with a select few people right now:
that fabulous child merideth
tashalah
ben thanx for the house again; hamptons next time????
and my Edgemontians.
Perhaps Jake as well, if he can learn not to play so very hard yes, my rib STILL hurts
EDIT
Laying in bed, and realized, with horror, that I forgot Caroline, Sarah, Emily, Ross, and Gill...sorry bout that chilluns
i dunno.
I mean i stil adore, even love, most of my other friends and especially my good friends, but a lot of, no wait--mostly ALL of their friends I cannot bear to be with.
If a person is who their friends are, and assuming I'm not promoting hypocricy and thus renouncing seemingly unsavory friends and/or friendships to my character then---shit, i forgot where i was going.
oh hell, this evening has made me physically ill.
I need to go soak in my "sorrows" and put Live at Sin-é on repeat right now.
oh hell, let's make it Grace
::passes out...OH! In a clean room!:: |
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[May. 6th, 2004|12:03 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Insanity consumes me. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | something brooding. | ] |
uh yeah.
I go to make a post about how i always loose my floss (which, btw, is true, and does anyone else have that happen to them. dammit...where was i going with this...
oh right, so i go to update about my constant lack of floss, and i find that emily has, for seemingly no apparent reason, deleted me from her friends list.
honestly, if it wasn't spring, and things weren't going so well with Tash, Kyra, Erica and Sarah, and if i was still on non-speaking terms with Mark, or if I hadn't had that stoge with Taylor today (i forget how chill he is sometimes), I honestly might be passed out in a ditch on the side of the road somewhere.
Shall we make a tally of people who have seemingly abandoned sam?
nope.
i'm gonna take off my suit of self pity for a while.
maybe someday the it will be back in style, but for now Vogue seems to be forecasting optimism and ignorant amity.
hah.
it's actually funny how fucked this sem to be.
oh well.
i just stoped caring i think. that was the last straw.
it was a sign, i think, that no matter what i do (in this case DIDN'T DO), somethings are just supposed to end.
others go on, and some stop, and yet have the potential to revive themselves if there was good stuff there.
new rule: only be concerned if the relationship was based on solid things.
(it's in need of fine-tuning, but i'll make it work)
alright. nap, bike, shower, AP Am. class, then ditch school and play hooky...in order to study. hah, i'm sucha dork! |
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| READ IT. As a favor to me...thanks! |
[May. 5th, 2004|04:19 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | accomplished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ladytron (Mark thanx for virtually my entire music library) | ] |
HOLY SHIT!
Hey Everybody!
EVERYONE!
I, Samuel Myles Leeds, have successfully
gotten back on track.
For now.
I actually wrote a paper for a class that I can get away without doing any work in b/c the guy likes me.
But get this. I just did.
It’s due Friday the 8th.
This.
Is.
Fabulous.
Ok, so now I only have a 10 page essay comparing the roles of vixens and the impact f their society on them in Vanity Fair and Pamela.
Oh, and also find two literary criticisms for each book to quote.
And do about 20 some-odd notecards with the quotations I intend to use and anlizations of their significance to my thesis.
AND outline the essay.
OH FUCK.
AND an AP exam in American...wow, I need an extra week for that alone.
Both due/on Friday.
the notecards, I mean, and the AP.
Ya know what?
I’ll take it on.
Because I’m just Fabulous Sam, and anything I can’t use charm or wit to get out of, there is always Mr. Franklin to give me a lil leverage.
Well, him and sexual favors.
Guys and Gals, I also need models for a photography project which I need to put together ASAP.
So if you are interested, lemme know and, if you can, give me a sense of when you’re free.
SHIT’S HOT.
Bike Ride in a lil.
Followed by shower.
If I gave up smoking and cynicism, I would be a COMPLETELY different person right now.
Oh Hell.
I just Quit Smoking then.
I love the world!
EVERYTHING’S COMMING UP ROSES!!!!!!Gypsy©1959 by Stephen Sondheim and Jule Styne
It’s Karl Marx’s birthday today by the way ya’ll.
Oh, and change in plans.
I’m sticking with the smoking and cynicism...it suits me.
I like it.
Hoping to get my cell,
--Sam |
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| (In reflection upon previous entry) |
[Apr. 16th, 2004|06:13 am] |
Shit's Hotter:
Kill Bill Vol. 2 today!
YAAAAAY!!!
wait!
Shit's EVEN HOTTER:
I just realized that I've put on my Onitsuka Tigers...and I'm seeing Kill Bill.
Do you think Uma and I will have the same shoes this time, and they'll do that yellow biker suit again?
hm. well, mine r white, that was pointless....
Shit's NOT Hot:
Due to weight loss, my tuxedo no longer fits, and there's no time to have it altered before the gala at the Met, or get a new one, which means I'll have to rent.
Not so bad, but I've nvr done it, and have NO clue as to how one goes about renting a tux.
hmmm.
this may take some time.
"Y'all are wack..."
"Wiggidy-Wack?"
"Nope, just regular type." |
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| Shit's Hott. |
[Apr. 16th, 2004|04:44 am] |
Am I looking foward to confrontation?
no.
will it happen?
I hope not.
Fini. |
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[Apr. 15th, 2004|05:35 am] |
"Some cynical Frenchman has said that there are two parties to a love-transaction: the one who loves and the other who condescends to be so treated."
-Vanity Fair
SUCH a good book.
How I love my Vixens...::le sigh:: |
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