Kelsey

11:50 pm: Everyone was back in gainesville this weekend. :( I miss them.
Darshi tried to murder Travis. He is immune to poison.

07:23 pm: Only 8 more days until I get to see my family again! I haven't seen them since August and am unbelievably excited. I should be able to keep busy in the days between; two finals left and taking Dawn to the airport in Orlando will keep me occupied until the 15th. After that I have to prep the apartment (read: remove any incriminating evidence.)
Christmas means a lot more to me this year since I didn't get to spend it with my family all together last year. My mom and dad each came down but separately. I'm also excited about next year's Christmas when we will be vacationing in Mexico. I've never been snorkeling before and it's my first chance to see Mayan ruins (geek alert.)
So, most of my shopping is done. I ordered most stuff online to save myself the hassle of mall shopping. I just recieved another gift in the mail for someone that I have no idea what to do with now. Oh well, I'll figure something out. It looks like Adilah's gift isn't going to get here before she leaves (sorry!) I'm just too excited to string together words into sentences; it's the giddy, butterfly-in-the-stomach excitement that Christmas used to have.
Lately I've been going to a lot of parties and am a bit burnt out. Too many drunken nights can really take their toll. I'm having a fantastic time hanging out with my guy friends though, everything can be so simple sometimes, just laughing and making fools of ourselves that we won't remember the next day. Simple is good. I do miss my girl friends though. I was too focused on the assignments for the last days of class and didn't get a chance to say a proper goodbye to the few that will be leaving for good.
In pleasanter news Lauren got married to a Winkler and is having a baby. I wish her the best and hope she's happy. Time to put the nose back to the grindstone and get ready for these exams.

11:49 am:


Not surprising, if I ever got involved in scandals it would be with my Dawn.
I'm still kind of in shock. Dawn's friend Katie who came down and visited us for the Georgia game last year died two nights ago. Dawn found out last night. She ODed, we don't know on what but jesus. She was 18 and pregnant and just like that she's gone. Dawn was right, you're supposed to get a chance to turn your life around. At 18 you don't have that chance, she never had time. jesus. She was a kid.
I'm so glad I left South Jersey. Aside from my family there is nothing there for me anymore. Makes me think of the lyrics to Burma Shave, perfect for trying to get out of a bad situation.
licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue scrawled across the shoulders
of a dying town the one eyed jacks across the railroad tracks
and the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
he was a juvenile delinquent never learned how to behave
but the cops would never think to look in
burma shave
and her knees up on the glove compartment
took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like rootbeer
and she popped her gum and arched her back
hell marysville ain't nothing but a wide spot in the road
some night my heart pounds just like thunder
i don't know why it don't explode
cause everyone in this stinking town has got one foot in the grave
and i'd rather take my chances out in
burma shave
and the spider web crack and the mustang screamed
smoke from the tires and the twisted machine
just a nickel's worth of dreams and every wishbone that they saved
lie swindled from them on the way to
burma shave
and the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadow
up against the car door on the shot gun side
and when they pulled her from the wreck you know she
still had on her shades
they say that dreams are growing wild just this side of
burma shave

Everyone in this stinking town got one foot in the grave. But they never asked for it, I know so many people who tried to get away but they just got pulled back in. A good number in our class left for college but almost all ended up back where they started. Dead end jobs, children, high school sweethearts turned husbands too soon. Divorce and abortions by the time you're 20. At least Dawn and I had the chance to be bliss of another kind. If it weren't for her I wouldn't have been strong enough to leave. I remember standing on the boardwalk in Atlantic City on a windy summer day talking about how we'd always dreamed of coming to Florida but now that it was approaching we were scared out of our minds. I was shaking and Dawn was in disbelief, that was my strongest moment. I was frightened but I left it all behind.

01:12 am: Xmas list behind the cut
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04:35 pm:

Halloween Costumes by Karen_Walker
Your Name
You Should Dress Up As
You'll Hook Up With
And Eat Lots Of	Cotton Candy
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Interesting...I'm actually going as Death but Gogo would be a good costume. I'd probably make a better Arwen though given the whole long brown hair and not Asian thing.

Is it too early for Christmas music? I don't care, Carol of the Bells is a fantastic song. I have a soft spot for choirs as well. *shrug*
I wish I had more to update on but everything is the same as always: school and sleep. My film analysis prof sprung a group project on us today. It's due Thursday. I don't have that class tomorrow so there is little to no chance of actually meeting with the group. Grrrrrrr.

Photoshop has been calling my name lately. I haven't painted in a long time since brushes, illustration board and paint is expensive but on the computer I can at least putz around with color.

Darshi finally finished the Sandman, now we can mourn together. We still have to read Endless Nights, and if it isn't explained in there why Delight changed to Delirium we're beginning a harrasment campaign against one Neil Gaiman.

I made my friend Neil a mix CD a few days ago and it's quite awesome. *pats back* I had to make two since one would be comprised of entirely Tom Waits. I don't know how well he'll like it, no one likes my music, but I burned myself a copy so it was time well spent.

Had to cancel my Netflix account since they were about to start charging me. Looking to borrow my sisters credit card so I can open a new one and get another month free to finish off my queue.

Certain boys need to be kicked in the shins but I'm not allowed to. Anyone who hurts my best friend must face some kind of violent outburst but she has made me solemnly swear not to. I'll put the anger in a little bottle deep inside, then when she forgets I made the promise I can inflict vengeance. Beautiful, cleansing vengeance.

02:52 pm: Sorry these links took so long ye few who have asked for them:
Tom Waits talking with Dave http://www.looptvandfilm.com/blog/waits1.mov
Make it Rain (live) http://www.looptvandfilm.com/blog/waits2.mov
E-card for Real Gone feat. How's it Going to End? http://www.anti.com/download.php?id=6

I was going to post the link to the God's Away on Business video since it had emus but Anti redesigned their site and I can't find any videos now :/ Adilah you might still want to check out that .mp3 since you are a fan of Cemetary Polka. It's on Anti.com. Just go to Media and Tom Waits.

I didn't know the Black Keys were on Anti as well. I really enjoy their new CD.

Not too much else new to report. Went to see Michael Moore speak yesterday. No real surprises in content. Large turnout, 12000 people, maybe a couple hundred Bush supporters and exactly two pro-Nader hecklers.

In excellent news, my parents are coming down for x-mas. I cannot wait. Sara and I have agreed to take them to Savannah or St. Augustine for their X-mas present. Just a great family day in a historic city. Have lunch and dinner at some nice restaurants, maybe go for a carriage ride and just enjoy time together.

03:26 pm: Stolen:
Banned books list, bold the ones you have read...

A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle
Annie on My Mind by Nancy Garden
As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner
Blubber by Judy Blume
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson
Canterbury Tales by Chaucer
Carrie by Stephen King
Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
Christine by Stephen King
Confessions by Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Cujo by Stephen King
Curses, Hexes, and Spells by Daniel Cohen
Daddy's Roommate by Michael Willhoite
Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Peck
Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller
Decameron by Boccaccio
East of Eden by John Steinbeck
Fallen Angels by Walter Myers
Fanny Hill (Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure) by John Cleland
Flowers For Algernon by Daniel Keyes
Forever by Judy Blume
Grendel by John Champlin Gardner
Halloween ABC by Eve Merriam
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Prizoner of Azkaban by J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling
Have to Go by Robert Munsch
Heather Has Two Mommies by Leslea Newman
How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell
Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
Impressions edited by Jack Booth
In the Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendak
It's Okay if You Don't Love Me by Norma Klein
James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl
Lady Chatterley's Lover by D.H. Lawrence
Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman "do you likeh walt whitman?" "yes, i likeh walt whitman very mush." heehee she added a Down By Law joke so it's staying.
Little Red Riding Hood by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm
Lord of the Flies by William Golding
Love is One of the Choices by Norma Klein
Lysistrata by Aristophanes
More Scary Stories in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz
My Brother Sam Is Dead by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier
My House by Nikki Giovanni
My Friend Flicka by Mary O'Hara
Night Chills by Dean Koontz
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
On My Honor by Marion Dane Bauer
One Day in The Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzhenitsyn
One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Ordinary People by Judith Guest
Our Bodies, Ourselves by Boston Women's Health Collective
Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy
Revolting Rhymes by Roald Dahl
Scary Stories 3: More Tales to Chill Your Bones by Alvin Schwartz
Scary Stories in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz
Separate Peace by John Knowles
Silas Marner by George Eliot
Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
The Bastard by John Jakes
The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier
The Color Purple by Alice Walker
The Devil's Alternative by Frederick Forsyth
The Figure in the Shadows by John Bellairs
The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
The Great Gilly Hopkins by Katherine Paterson
The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood
The Headless Cupid by Zilpha Snyder
The Learning Tree by Gordon Parks
The Living Bible by William C. Bower
The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare
The New Teenage Body Book by Kathy McCoy and Charles Wibbelsman
The Pigman by Paul Zindel
The Seduction of Peter S. by Lawrence Sanders
The Shining by Stephen King
The Witches by Roald Dahl
The Witches of Worm by Zilpha Snyder
Then Again, Maybe I Won't by Judy Blume
To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare
Webster's Ninth New Collegiate Dictionary by the Merriam-Webster Editorial Staff Can't say I've read the entire thing but I do use the dictionary
Witches, Pumpkins, and Grinning Ghosts: The Story of the Halloween Symbols by Edna Bart

08:54 pm: New single from APC off their eMOTIVe covers album due out Nov 2nd.
http://www.subliminalis.net/college__life/92304/A_Perfect_Circle_-_Imagine.mp3

11:58 am: Yipee ki yay motherfuckers
Tom Waits is going to be on Letterman the 28th. So far this year he has had Modest Mouse, Nick Cave and now Tom on as musical guests. Go Dave. It will be a bonding experience for Dawn and I.

12:09 pm:
Tom Waits... charismatic story-teller with a
penchant for freaky people and unusual
settings. You thrive on the concept of the
underdog coming out on top.


Which fucked-up genius composer are you?
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12:57 am: you better run to the city of refuge
Why can't I sleep when I have to? I have class in 7 hours and no desire to sleep yet. Anyway, good weekend. Trillos came over to watch Dr. Strangelove. I had rented it because I watched the AMC Peter Sellers marathon (note the icon) and Sara only caught the end of it and the beginning of Murder By Death. She wanted to see them so we went out to blockbuster and picked them up. Went to Arie's (sp?) afterwards with Dawn, Trillos and Tim for a get together. Trillos led me to believe that my family is dysfunctional and I am most likely adopted. It's just weird that I don't look like anyone else in my family. I wonder what the genetic percentage of the population bears no resemblance to anyone in their known family.

So on Saturday we saw Hero. Mark was right, it was shallow on the plot but it was a beautiful movie. Worth the price of the movie just for the beautiful landscapes and the colors.

Saturday night I went home to relax instead of going to a party with Dawn and the ASCE people but Darshi ended up calling and really wanted to go out so we went to Neil's party. Had a good time. Neil and I had a nice long conversation abut Law and Order and NYPD Blue and he's going to send Darshi and I the Sandman comics we're missing (hooray!)

Today Sara and I watched the Pink Panther and A Shot in the Dark as our Peter Sellers marathon continued. Oh and my Tom Waits tank top came on Saturday, not as useful as the textbooks I ordered but much more exciting.

Been listening to a lot of Nick Cave these past few days after he was on Letterman. INstead of playing anythiing off of AB/LoO he played a slow version of Mercy Seat. Very pretty. I want to see him if he follows up his European tour with an American one but it depends on monetary situations. I have to see Waits on tour and I promised the Dawnster I would take her to a country concert.

I talked to a woman who went to see Sting already and she told me his setlist was "Sting played alot of newer stuff that I did'nt recognize. The older songs I remember were "Fields of gold", "An Englishman in NY", "Roxanne", "Every breath..", "We'll be together(duet w/Annie Lennox-AWESOME!)" So it seems he's playing some Police tunes as well. Fingers crossed we'll get Don't Stand So Close to Me.

06:22 pm: I hope Dawn wasn't too attached to her room...
I really do.

We did our best to salvage it.

Let's have a moment of silence for it's passing.






Okay, I'm still just fucking around to take up space on Darshi's friends page but Dawn's room really was under attack last night.

The story begins at about 9:30-10 o'clock last night. I was napping soundly in my room when Sara rudely woke me. I came into the hall and stepped into Dawn's room, where she and Greg were, to see what the meaning of disturbing me was. As my foot landed on the carpet I realized that the squishing sound was not normal, neither was the water line on the outside of her glass patio door. One of the pipes that drains water from around the apartments into the parking lots had broken and the displaced water was finding a new home in Dawn's carpet. We managed to pull most of her belongings out with seemingly minimal damage. Then we spent the rest of the evening shin deep in the puddle bucketing the water away from the door.

The carpet guys have been here a few times already, they've set up blowers to dry the carpet and padding before fungus and mold start to grow. The entire back of the apartment smells like a giant wet dog (we're talking Clifford proportions.) Dawn's belongings and furniture are scattered throughout the rest of the apartment making it look like we're the creepy old cat ladies with newspapers dating back to the depression. In any case it was an exciting night.

Tom Waits was in this months Vanity Fair (I scoff at the need for segues.) Apparently the play he worked on with William S. Burroughs, wife shooter and brilliant beat writer, is reopening in San Fransico with ex-Mick Jagger girlfriend and scary old lady in Metallica's The Memory Remains song/video, Marianne Faithfull, starring as Peg Leg AKA the Devil. There's a little picture of Tom and the director that is going up on my wall.

Check this out http://www.audioscrobbler.com/user/swatchell/ for frequent updates on what I am listening to and what you should be. It updates by itself through a little plug in in my win amp. Very cool. I'm still waiting on the recommendations it's supposed to generate though.

Torrenting a bunch of CDs: About 5-6 Blues albums, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds' Henry's Dream, Jeff Buckley Live at Sin-E, Bjork's new one with Mike Patton and the Kill Bill Vol 2 OST. Coolness.

03:06 pm: and he hung his wild years on a nail he drove through his wife's forehead
So I'm going to attempt to post something this time or maybe I'll just take up more room on Darshi's friends page
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So my diet is quickly devolving into beer, cigs and chocolate. Everything a growing girl needs. I'm having beer for breakfast. Technically its 3 oclock in the afternoon but I've only been awake 2 hours. I blame Sara since she left the kitchen a mess. She and Greg went out to the movies. I didn't feel like having guests over so that made me happy. I don't mind having Sara home but I just spent weeks with a bunch of people I'd appreciate atleast a little while without guests over once I get back to Gainesville.
My eye is still swollen. I look like a battered wife.
I talked to Dawn not yesterday but the day before. She's in Chicago, or she was when I talked to her. Well going to get there that night. I should call her tonight after 10 since shes an hour behind.
New MusicMatch Jukebox baffles me. I am easily baffled by your new fangled technology.
My mom called me at 8 this morning. (Lewis Black) I'm going to say that one more time because it bears repeating: My mom called me at 8 this morning (/Lewis Black) She left strict hurricane preparation instructions such as filling up pots with water and duct taping windows none of which I will actually be doing. I brought the grill in from the back patio. I contribute.
I love this CD Swordfishtrombones

ONe of my many Tom Waits purchases over the break. Borders had a great sale on essential rock so I got SFT, Blood Money, Alice, Rain Dogs and Grace by Jeff Buckley for 8.99 a piece. I am a super shopper.
So Ralph Fiennes is going to be Voldemort. Thats hot. He's hot in a sex creep kinda way. Francis Dolarhyde what have you. My mom and I saw someone who looked just like him in AC. He waved because we were quite obviously staring.
I need to download more howlin wolf and early beefheart stuff.

03:49 pm: Nebraska never lets you come back home
So...I'm back...
I actually have nothing of interest to say I just haven't posted in awhile and felt obligated.
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That's really it.

What a waste of a post.

08:45 pm: Looking for the heart of Saturday night
Just once I'd like to see a movie that sets up an amazing complex plot with plenty of strife for the main character that you're just begging for some resolution. Then about 90 minutes in when you're completely emotionally invested they kill the main character off. Not some symbolic wonderful death or even plot relevant. Just a freak car accident. Nothing gets resolved. Answers are never revealed. Everything up to his death was futile. It would be such a change from these films where everything seems to magically work out. I'd never see it coming.

If I had silk screening shtuff I'd make these into shirts. Need some pics of Adilah.
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02:33 pm: I'd sell your heart to the junkman, baby, for a buck
The countdown begins! Errr technically continues since I've been counting down for awhile and just not keeping a written record. The way I figure it I have a week until I leave for home. I should probably highlight "the way I figure it" since I've decided today and tomorrow are over for the most part and no need to count the day I'm actually travelling. I probably shouldn't be counting next Friday either since as of midnight I will be 21 and any days remotely associated with new years of your life do not count towards countdowns.
I've been listening to this really, really bad girl group from the 60's that I saw while randomly perusing LJ. They're called (were called?) The Shaggs. The lyrics :

Oh, the girls with short hair want long hair
And the girls with long hair want short hair
Oh, the boys with cars want motorcycles
And the boys with motorcycles want cars

And from My Pal Foot Foot:

My pal Foot Foot (Foot Foot)
Always likes to roam
My pal Foot Foot (Foot Foot)
Now he has no home

Where will Foot Foot go
What will Foot Foot do
Oh, Foot Foot
I wish I could find you

The entire thing is interesting more for the fact that these girls' music has survived 35 years based solely on the fact that it's so terrible. There is a certain naive appeal to the entire thing. I imagine Mike Patton's project with the mentally handicapped rock band will be the same. Anyone know if that's still on?
Do you think people tend to gravitate towards music that fits their personality? I feel the need to cultivate friendships with more people who like the same music I do. It's very hard to try and talk about it to someone who only listens to Top 40 radio. Not that there's anything wrong with that (/Seinfeld) I just really enjoy listening to new music and talking about it with people. As it stands Darshi, Adilah and Dawn are the only ones who really appreciate the kind of music I like. They're also who I spend the most time with in G-ville. Coincidence?
I want this shirt: http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&category=15687&item=3921447369&rd=1&ssPageName=WDVW
I'd wear it everyday until someone says "hey, great shirt" then I'd kidnap them and keep them to talk about Tom Waits and other music with. Not that that's likely to happen here. I've worn my Reznor/Keenan 04 Release Tapeworm Now shirt a thousand times (possible exaggeration) with no glimmer of recognition from my friends in class and the first day I wore it back in Jersey 2 different people commented on it.
Have you noticed between high school and college there is a complete 180 degree turn on what was once considered cool? Now if you listen to mainstream rap or pop and don't read or can't hold an intelligent conversation you're useless and treated like a large, dumb puppy. I knew if I held out the things I liked would be appreciated more than the ability to accesorize with the perfect shade of pink. There are a few notable exceptions. Saw and interview with Jessica Simpson in Vanity Fair. She said she likes playing ditzy because it gets her attention from boys. I thought I was jaded enough that almost nothing these pop princesses say would shock me but she comes right out and admits it without seeing anything wrong. I was gob-smacked (great word.) To think she's the good influence because she stayed a virgin until marriage. Priorities.

03:30 am: Good night tonight. Hung out with the girls. I was actually going to do something productive but I get next to nothing done all day. We did make icons though. Darshi and Adilah made some really funny ones from the "I Love the 90s" commercial. I just made a few bases. Most of them need song lyrics or something...in any case photoshop is the coolest program. *heart heart*

05:14 pm: Am I the only one who mentally prepares their messages while waiting for an answering machine to click on? I don't think I've ever listened to anyone's answering machine or voice mail message because I'm sorting out the pertinent information and arranging it in a coherent message. My messages are still rambling messages with idioticly long pauses and a lot of uhmmms but I think they'd be worse if I didn't try to prepare.

I'm in a strange mood today. I took two baths because I've been so cold and baths appeal to my heat bunny-ness.

Dawn and I decided to pop open a bottle of wine and enjoy Green Acres last night. Sing it with me Adilah...Greeeeeeeeeeeen acres is the place to be...

I talked to my parents. I don't think my dad had any idea I'd been drinking, I told my mom. So I got another one of my birthday presents in advance which is what the phone call home was about. Ordered 5 Tom Waits CDs from BMGmusic. Got 4 of them for free. They really rape you on shipping though. Anyway, I hope they get here before I go home the 24th. So my mom transfered the money to Sara's account. I then called Sara...left a message on her machine. Full circle.

12:10 am: Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee alcohol.
Mad e Dawn a CD


Nina Simone Feelin' Good
Tom Waits Headin Out West
PJ Harvey Ballad of Mr Badmouth
The Shins So Says I
Nick Drake PInk Moon
Fiona Apple Better Version of Me
Nick Cave Bring it On
Jack White Death Letter
The Shins Pink Bullets
Capt. Beefheart Her Eyes Are a Blue Million Miles
PJ Harvey Pocketknife
Tom Waits Burma Shave

09:31 pm: Do I look fucking Swedish to you?
Tonight's entry is entitled "Do I look fucking Swedish to you?" because I have been asked that question twice in my lifetime. Well, not that exact question but it's corollary: "Are you Swedish?" Tonight was one of those instances. I'm not some statuesque busty blonde with a blue and yellow flag tattooed on my forehead. I'm a scrawny dishwater-brown haired tan-skinned mutt. Granted I'm more Norwegian than anything else but I'm not the ivory, crystalline- eyed ice princess like Sara who seems to be a poster girl for Scandinavia. I'm not really frustrated by the question, just intrigued. What made these two men at different points feel the need to ask me if I was Swedish? The first time I got the question I was so surprised I responded "what?" and he repeated it slowly, carefully enunciating each word as if I had just jumped off the boat, rode my polar bear to NYC and was unfamiliar with the English language. If anyone asks me again I will be quick on my toes. I won't let the fact that I believe them to be insane stop me from asking "Why do you ask?"

I was planning on going for a long walk tonight. I could use one but as I walked to the mailbox it began to thunder and rain. I also saw five toads and a large black garter snake stretched across the 50 feet of pathway between my apartment and the mailboxes. I felt like I was in a cheap version of the Wyrd Sister scenes from Macbeth. Today has been strange enough to warrant two entries. I'm not entirely sure if thats a positive thing.