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Thursday, February 7th, 2002
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| Time: | 4:22 pm. |
| Music: | pet - skintight. |
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moved
if you want to know where and why
email rebootamerica@msn.com
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| Time: | 3:19 pm. |
| Mood: |  blank. | | Music: | Pet - Skintight. |
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i love how livejournal didn't get my post last night..
i was having the worst panic attack of my entire life
and i've decided to move everything again
i'll fill you in.. someday
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Wednesday, February 6th, 2002
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| Time: | 8:01 pm. |
| Music: | Pet - Skintight. |
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why is tomorrow not friday?
*dies*
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| Time: | 7:13 pm. |
| Mood: |  cheerful. | | Music: | Outkast - So Fresh, So Clean. |
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outkast ROCKS SO HARD
word up!
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| Time: | 6:03 pm. |
| Mood: | cheerful. | | Music: | Drive Like Jehu - Caress. |
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i am the official prop girl for the school play.
score.
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Tuesday, February 5th, 2002
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| Time: | 7:28 pm. |
| Mood: |  blah. | | Music: | Boy Sets Fire - still waiting for the punchline. |
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sigh. i want to write.
think i will take a trip over to 11am
see if i come up with anything
cuz last night was...
bad
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| Time: | 7:20 pm. |
| Mood: | odd. | | Music: | Boy Sets Fire - still waiting for the punchline. |
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cafe latte = good.
yarrr
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Monday, February 4th, 2002
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(Lights fade in on a twenty-something woman sitting in a coffee shop - 50?s diner feel, very kitschy. She is smoking a cigarette, a cup of untouched coffee sits to her upper right. A notebook lies open on the table in front of her, blank page, with a pen resting on it.
The woman -- Alanna -- sighs and inhales on her cigarette. She reaches for the pen, then stops. Reaches for the pen again, but grabs the cup of coffee instead. She takes a sip and sets it back down -- a bit too hard, because some of the coffee splashes out. She stubs out her cigarette in the ashtray. After a few seconds of deliberation, she picks up the pen, draws the notebook closer to her, and begins to write. After she has written for about ten seconds, she holds the notebook in front of her and eyes it critically. She throws it down with disgust. A mid-forties waitress, Kathryn, ambles over, carrying a coffee pot. Her hair is blonde with dark roots, teased into a high ponytail. She wears very thick makeup. She reaches over Alanna and refills her coffee cup. Kathryn stands there for a few seconds, deciding if she wants to say something or not. Finally, she takes the plunge.)
KATHRYN (her voice has a Midwestern twang): What?s the matter, hon?
(Alanna looks up.)
ALANNA: Oh... I don?t know, I?m just having trouble with my writing.
KATHRYN: Well, you got somethin? there (gestures to notebook), don?t you?
ALANNA: I guess. (She sighs. A beat.)
KATHRYN: What are you, a poet or somethin??
ALANNA: By name. (A beat.) I work at an office in the city. This is just... I don?t know how to explain it. Like something you?ve always dreamed of doing, ever since you were five years old and stealing your mother?s lipstick to play dress-up. But it didn?t really work out the way I wanted it to.
(Kathryn turns toward the audience and the action in the diner freezes. Fade to black, except for a single spotlight on her. She sets the coffee pot down on Alanna?s table.)
KATHRYN: Do you think I ever dreamed that I?d be a waitress in a cheap diner in New Jersey, waitin? on truckers at four o? clock in the mornin?? (A beat.) You?d be a damn fool to want this kind of a life. (Beat.) When I was fifteen, I had dreams. I wanted to be an actress. I used to come home from school every day and jes? watch TV, try to figger out how they did it. "The Mod Squad" was my favorite show. I remember once, I was watchin? the Merv Griffin Show, an? the girl that was Julie on "The Mod Squad" was on there. An? she said somethin? -- I don?t remember the words exactly -- that actin? wasn?t jes? actin?, that it was being. An? I took those words to heart, all the way though high school. I tried out for every play, never made a single one. My drama teacher told me that I didn?t have talent, that I was an okay actress, but nothin? special. (Beat.) I went home that night and cried my eyes out. An? I got up the next mornin?, an? somethin? had changed. I didn?t want to be an actress no more. (Beat.) To tell you the truth, I didn?t care what happened to me. (Two beats.) An? I could go on -- the oh-woe-is-me story -- but I ain?t goin? to. I ain?t never held much stock in pity; it never got no one nowhere. What?s important is that I?m alive, and I thank God for that every day. Ever? time I think life jes? ain?t worth livin? anymore, I jes? think about how lucky I am to be alive. (A beat. She turns to look at Alanna.) But I ain?t gonna tell her that. She don?t need to hear my sob story.
(She picks up the coffee pot and goes back to her original position. Lights fade back up and action resumes in the diner.)
KATHRYN: Nothin? ever turns out the way you want it to, hon. It?s one of life?s little myseteries. All yer life, everyone tellin? you to go after yer dreams, reach for the stars... all of that. But when it comes down to it, ain?t many people who actually end up doin? what they want. (Beat.) I?m sorry. I don?t know what got into me.
ALANNA: No, it?s okay.
KATHRYN: No, I was out of line. Here you are tryin? to write an? I come interruptin? you with all this. Jes because I ain?t an actress don?t mean--
ALANNA (overlapping): What? An actress?
KATHRYn: --I got to sit here and discourage you. (Beat.) Nevermind, hon. I let my mouth run away again. (Awkward pause). Well, I gotta get back to work. (She hurries off stage left.)
(Alanna blinks, shakes her head. She takes a sip of coffee and looks down at the notebook again. We hear a car door slam offstage, and a couple walks in stage right. Alanna looks up, the man in the couple sees her, and the action freezes. Lights fade to black, spotlight on the man [David]).
DAVID: Seeing Alanna again was like a punch in the stomach. (Beat.) Especially because I was with Linda. (Beat.) Alanna never really learned to let go very well. And I feared that Linda would be caught in the crossfire. (He walks around his companion, Linda, ksiing her on the cheek.) She?s beautiful, isn?t she? (But he remembers Alanna. He walks over to her table and perches on it, facing the audience. He looks at her, then back at the audience.) I was in love with this woman once. Three years ago. It?s been two years since we?ve seen each other. And I didn?t particularily want to see her tonight. (Beat.) Funny how things work out sometimes. (He gets up, walks back to his original position. Lights up, and action resumes in the diner.)
(David and Linda walk over to Alanna?s table. David taps on the table. Alanna looks up and goes through a sequence of facial expressions -- shock, horror, and finally, a stiff, artificial smile.)
ALANNA (with fake enthusiasm): David!
DAVID: Alanna. My God.. it?s been how long?
ALANNA: Two years.
DAVID: Has it been that long?
ALANNA: Yep.
DAVID: Well, how have you been? Still got the waitressing job?
ALANNA: No... I work at an office in the city now.
DAVID: Oh. That?s good.
ALANNA: What have you been doing?
DAVID: Same old, same old. (He apparently remembers Linda, and gestures to her.) This is Linda.
LINDA: (stilted) Hi.
ALANNA: Hi.
(An awkward pause of about five seconds.)
DAVID: Well.. we?re gonna.. go eat, I guess. Nice to see you again.
ALANNA: You too.
(David and Linda walk off to a table that?s pretty much as far away from Alanna as they can get. They sit down and Kathryn walks over to their table to take their drink orders. Their conversation is quiet, so the audience?s focus is once again on Alanna. The lights on the rest of the stage dim, except for on Alanna. The action in the rest of the diner freezes. She picks up the notebook and begins to write. She writes for about ten seconds, and puts the notebook down. She gets up and strolls over to David and Linda?s table.)
ALANNA: Who the hell does he think he is? Coming in this diner. This diner that I write at. I come here. I?ve been coming here for years and I?ve never seen him here. Why did he choose tonight, of all nights, to come here? I can?t write and I can?t sleep and all I do is smoke and he chooses to come in here and fuck things up even more. There?s no way that I?m going to sleep tonight--uhh-- morning? It?s like four am. Whatever. The point is, he shouldn?t be here. This diner has always been my place. Mine. Not his.
(A pause. She picks up his water glass and looks at it.)
I could throw this at him, I?m so mad.
(She puts it down.)
But I won?t. I?m a bigger person than that. (Beat.) I think.
(Alanna reaches into her pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. She lights one and smokes for a few seconds in silence. Then she walks back to her table, smoking. She sits down, pulls the notebook close, and begins to write. Fade to black.)
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Sunday, February 3rd, 2002
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| Time: | 9:53 pm. |
| Music: | saves the day - all i'm losing is me. |
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but it's okay, cuz i'm still breathing.
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| Subject: | sigh. |
| Time: | 9:50 pm. |
| Mood: |  scared. | | Music: | Scooter - Fuck The Millenium. |
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Although most patients recovered without sequelae, deaths associated with overdoses of the immediate release formulation of bupropion alone have been reported rarely in patients ingesting massive doses of the drug. Multiple uncontrolled seizures, bradycardia, cardiac failure, and cardiac arrest prior to death were reported in these patients.
(Wellbutrin. I looked this up because I needed information on Ritalin and I was at the site so.. yeah.)
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a to the nnie: i'm writing a play
lonelypunkrokboy: oh i see
lonelypunkrokboy: put me in it!
lonelypunkrokboy: lol
a to the nnie: hahaha.. umm.. it's about a chick and a waitress
a to the nnie: at a diner
lonelypunkrokboy: lol
lonelypunkrokboy: i'll be the old guy sitting at the counter smoking and hitting on the waitress
a to the nnie: hahaha SCORE!!!!
lonelypunkrokboy: i swear thats gonna be me when im older
lonelypunkrokboy: lol
a to the nnie: hahaha i can see that
a to the nnie: that's the scary thing
a to the nnie: i'll be one of those old drunks who can't let go of her "wild past"
lonelypunkrokboy: lol
lonelypunkrokboy: omg annie
a to the nnie: and we'll go party when we're like 60
a to the nnie: score
lonelypunkrokboy: thats so totally you
a to the nnie: i know!
lonelypunkrokboy: rockin
lonelypunkrokboy: it'll take place at the waffle house!
lonelypunkrokboy: yay!
a to the nnie: yay!
lonelypunkrokboy: *jumps for joy*
a to the nnie: heee
lonelypunkrokboy: score?
lonelypunkrokboy: lol
a to the nnie: except they don't serve alcohol at waffle house
lonelypunkrokboy: damn
a to the nnie: we'll have to bring our own.
lonelypunkrokboy: well...in 50 years they'll serve alcohol at WH
lonelypunkrokboy: -grins-
a to the nnie: hahaha. how do you know?
lonelypunkrokboy: i'll fucking buy the goddamn company
a to the nnie: well there you go
lonelypunkrokboy: thats my master plan
lonelypunkrokboy: gabba gabba hey! punk is here to stay! hey ho lets go sniffing glue all day! - casualties
a to the nnie: my master plan is to like. chill?
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| Time: | 8:17 pm. |
| Music: | Drive Like Jehu - Caress. |
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mmmmm. this is the best song ever.
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| Time: | 7:29 pm. |
| Mood: | not good. | | Music: | Glassjaw - Everything you ever wanted to. |
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About 10 years ago...
1. I loved Cyndi Lauper
2. My best friend was named Amanda
3. We had AOL
4. I was in second grade at Etna Road Elementary
About 5 years ago...
1. I was in seventh? grade. Sixth or seventh.
2. I started wearing Airwalks
3. I was obsessed with Alanis Morisette and Fiona Apple.
4. I started writing poetry
About 2 years ago...
1. I was incredibly depressed and quiet
2. I loved Ani DiFranco more than life itself
3. I thought I was a lesbian
4. I wrote bad poetry and riotgrrl essays
About 1 year ago...
1. I was sort of happy?
2. I was with Megan
3. I was starting to listen to punk stuff more
4. I.. hm. smoked pot a lot.
Today I...
1. went to church with my parents
2. slept
3. went to my brother's basketball game
4. listened to Corinne's mix tape
what an eventful day.. ugh
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Thursday, January 31st, 2002
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| Time: | 6:48 pm. |
| Mood: | headache. ow! hyper.. | | Music: | Lords of Acid - Pussy. |
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hahahahahahahah.
HAHAHAHA.
why am i laughing? look at the song.
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Wednesday, January 30th, 2002
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| Time: | 8:11 pm. |
| Mood: | blah. | | Music: | H2O - Cops. |
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i've gone beyond the point of caring about anything anymore.
i came home and slept for five hours
as a result i will not sleep tonight
my english teacher called me bizarre today
and i had a hangover from vicodin all day
i did a good job of faking being happy today
i'm hungry
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Tuesday, January 29th, 2002
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| Time: | 10:40 pm. |
| Mood: | None, or other.. | | Music: | sneaker pimps - 6 underground. |
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another thing that irritates me about all of this
...how much i let people affect me
i'm such an idiot sometimes
par for the course.
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