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Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, answer these questions. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "My life according to (band name)"

Pick your Artist: dresden dolls/amanda palmer

Are you a male or female? girl anachronism

Describe yourself: astronaut

How do you feel: half jack

Describe where you currently live: necessary evil

If you could go anywhere, where would you go: shores of california

Your favorite form of transportation: slide

Your best friend is: missed me

What's the weather like: the gardener

Favorite time of day: modern moonlight

If your life were a TV show, what would it be called: night reconnaissance

What is life to you: dirty business

Your fear: lonesome organist rapes page turner

What is the best advice you have to give: sing

Thought for the Day: strength in music

How I would like to die: me and the minibar

My soul's present condition: coin operated boy

My motto: whats the use of wondern'?

Favorite song to hum along to: mrs. o
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If you are basing your judgment on me off of another's biased opinion...
Then you were never my friend.
I'm realizing this very painfully.
But I thank those that have been there for me.
Your kindness and warmth.
For those of you who think lowly of me
And I never did anything to you...
I guess I'll never understand.
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So I may possibly be joining a band as a lead singer/screamer.
It's a mixture of punk/metal and I get to go nuts on stage.
HOORAY.
Current Mood:
chipper chipper
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im deleting a lot of friends from here as i obviously cannot keep my personal information personal. it's my goddamned journal. fucking hell.
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what i value:
a true human bond
health
the reciprocal act of giving
acceptance
curiosity
things with a past and a history that it makes them alive
good story tellers
how animals will love you no matter what
self-disciplined education
learning through experience, guidance, and love
someone who wants to listen
knowing that a higher power can never be defined. Greatness is intangible and admitting the humility you cannot answer the questions of the universe is incredibly admirable.

what i do not value:
material possessions
judgment
willful ignorance
defining someone by their appearance and not by how they treat others
people who don't travel
people with no passport
disloyalty
gluttony
pride
arrogance


RESOURCES:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Age_of_the_Earth
http://www.talkorigins.org/faqs/faq-age-of-earth.html
http://www.infidels.org/library/modern/jim_meritt/bible-contradictions.html
Current Mood:
scientific
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it's amazing how things come into your life at the right moments. they may be cheesy to an extent, but mierda, lo tengo.

tu':que tienes?
mi:FUERTE!
tu':por quien?
mi:mismo!
tu':cuando?
mi:con corazon todos, la vida yo vive' fui mas dificil, pero por un razon. ahora, yo se la razon. en mi vida, mi familia salidan. tuve' nunca pero mismo. a veces, yo quiero a morir. a veces, yo se que mejor.

it's amazing how easily people would rather gossip, spread rumors, and focus on the parts of you they judge as wrong as opposed to see what you have done with your life. i've listed a number of things i have accomplished within myself and what was targeted wasn't anything i had done, ever.

there are some people in this world that want to live in a world of ignorance. you cannot have a relationship with someone who won't address the past and be willing to forgive and move on. ironically, this goes with the "elephant in the room" phrase.

when i tried having a relationship with my mother, i wanted to resolve past issues because you can never earn trust if you do not discuss these things. my mother wanted a surface relationship--she did not want to be there for her daughter and still does not. through all the times when a daughter needed guidance, care, and comfort as an adult; i did not receive that.

i came to the realization tonight that neither one of my parents want anything to do with me. my father who is slowly committing suicide, and my mother who is the poster child for ignorance is bliss. a big thing is this whole 'faith' issue. i can clear this up with one word.

DINOSAUR

The Flintstones was not a documentary. There are fossils dating back to about 70 million years ago. I looked into purchasing the tooth of what would be the smaller version of a T-Rex so the next time someone tries to tell me the earth was created in 7 days I can throw it at them.

the thing i was talking about earlier than seemed cheesy was this: i have been watching a lot of stand up comedy to help with my depression. i watched george lopez and towards the end he spoke about the american dream...something i didn't think i was capable of making happen. albeit, i am an american, the concept is still the same. i came from nothing and by nothing i'm not talking about money. at 14 i was pretty much put into foster care, and at 18 moved out alone learning lessons up until now about myself. i figured out how to take care of myself, get a job, know that college isn't for everyone, work through 2 rapes, a sexual assault, and being given a roofy, a history with drugs (yes i did them), a disability rendering me incapable of working unless i screamed at old men wearing their wives clothes telling them they were pathetic, being homeless, being verbally abused, cutting myself so hard i required stitches, and coming out of that with 35 scars.

carolyn rescued me...a woman i will forever be grateful for. she inspired me to start working for myself and that is exactly what i did. i refused to let anyone tell me who i was, that i was wrong for who i was, and that my "black faith" is what concerns people.

you know what i have...faith in humanity. more than any of you lunatic bible beaters will ever have. i believe that as a people, no matter what are background, that we can come together as one and finally accept each other for our differences.

i went from hating myself to starting a company and having employees. i took out no loans to do so and i am still in medical debt. i developed a website design business catering to the underdog and offering services to those who cannot afford them by lowering prices for those services (because i know 3 programming languages and many other trades that are INDISPENSABLE). i even did the website for the most expensive restaurant in natchitoches. they picked me. i also found my soulmate and the man of my dreams who will stand up for me but never stoop to the level someone else's husband has done and call them names, belittle them, and tell them they are worth nothing.

guess who has a business? guess whose wasted time put into art and design got her a career she STARTED FROM NOTHING? guess who knows better and knows that i am worth something...something that if it weren't for the persistence of believing in myself and ignoring every stupid word that came out of your mouth i wouldn't be where i was today.

find this in your bible





Another head aches, another heart breaks
I am so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection, no no no no

Help me out
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner
You know you got to help me out

And when there's nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
These changes ain't changing me
The cold-hearted boy I used to be

Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
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Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner
You know you got to help me out
You're gonna bring yourself down
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

Over and out, last call for sin
While everyone's lost, the battle is won
With all these things that I've done
All these things that I've done
If you can hold on
If you can hold on
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30% treatment progress.
i honestly feel like i have no friends.
and in a way, i feel betrayed.

on thursday, the doctor, an italian woman asked me, "where is your family? why aren't they helping you?"
i couldn't really answer her other than a "i don't have a family."

my father ignores my existence. because i refuse to spread lies and hatred, i don't "live right".
my mother surrendered her powered to a man that called me a worthless cunt, and let him do it with her in the room. all the time i spent creating art and teaching myself how to be sensitive was a waste of time.

i own a small design company and hired two employees who are being trained on wednesday.
i don't think honing my craft was ever a waste of time.

to my mother--free yourself. i don't think i can forgive you until you can forgive yourself, and even then, you have shattered my heart into a million pieces, your daughter, who you raised and abandoned. everyone i have told this to doesn't understand. just as much as you don't understand the word...

unconditional
a mother like this
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oh btw, my treatment involves
-6 injections (3 in each medial pterygoid)
-splint adjustment
-TENS unit making my jaw move involuntarily
-evaluation of progress

i have had some progress and felt amazing after the first treatment. i want to go back but they only do it once a week.

last night i had a date with a 38 year old woman...yeah
i caught a cougay.
she took me out to a FANCY italian restaurant...probably one of the nicest restaurants i have ever been to. i ordered a bottle of wine, the Franciscan cab from Napa Valley. Excellent pick. the waiter made fun of me for not wanting to be a total snot about tasting it.
"YOU SWIRL IT LIKE THIS!" (in a total Italian accent) "YOU NEED TO RELEASE THE AROMAS!"
i lolled.
so yes...her name was kelly and she is some head director at siemen's something or other. we talked and ate a fancy pants dinner and i told her about how i think im gay but women don't like me and she blamed this on my aggressiveness--that this could possibly scare women off.

well what the hell else am i suppose to do?

anyhoots we drive back to cardella's condo and she drops me off...we talk for a minute about shibari and then the moment came...who makes a move? she did.

i totally kissed a 38 year old woman. hehehehe.

i ate two cadbury eggs and i fell like crap. i think i've lost weight since i've been here...i had to have...i walk EVERYWHERE. i freeze my fucking ass off in the process as well. the train station is a 25 minute walk but its not too bad. being downtown is confusing cause its a shit ton of big buildings. i have figured my way to dr. goldmans. after my last appt i went and met up with a guy named Adel. (he was born in Dubai). he had a condo, in the middle of the city, on the 26th floor. it was fucking amazing. i also had to do his eyeliner. "shit, you are good" he says...forgetting i doodle for a living.

i've always been good at finding the right people and really getting something out of my surroundings. i've been taken out thrice...explored the city with a magnificent view...have many more connections with fellow artists looking forward to working with me.

i ride the metra. im a train whore.

the doctor was kind enough to make a fake tooth on my splint. it looks real from a distance. :-D

i might just stay here.
Current Location:
my roooohm
Current Mood:
chipper chipper
Current Music:
pearl jam
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today is the first day of the rest of my life.
i've cried three times today.
and all for different reasons.
one for the past...the times i went through as a human being. suffering. loss. pain. death. life.
one for the present...evaluation, trial and error. the beginning.
and one for the future...the knowing that one day, this pain is going to end.
dr. goldman said "we can definitely help you. the muscles on the left side of your face are definitely in spasm. this is very treatable and we can get you feeling normal in no time."
all these years...all this pain...
its all going to be over soon.
and i think i am owed every single moment of it.
dr. goldman said i was "wise beyond your years" and "you probably do know a lot more than the doctors you saw" and "it's very smart and proactive to have looked into your symptoms, see what your body was doing, and understand it."
dr. goldman is the leading dentist researching exactly what i have. his facility is the hub of his work. he has been doing this for 40 years.
i can't believe the time has finally come...
i am ready to be alive
here in the windy city...i will go to the top of the sears tower
and i will cry with happiness
spinning and spinning and spinning...
i don't ever wanna stop.
Current Music:
saul williams and a train
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So Saturday I am leaving for Chicago and fuck yeah I'm excited.
I'm staying with an old friend of mine from the boarding school I went with. Her name is Sarah Cardella and she is fucking awesome. Her and her boyfriend have a condo out in the 'burbs and I'm staying in their computer room and running business as usual from there.
I ordered a Canon Rebel. This local woman is obsessed with my talent and wanted me to have a camera. So...tada?
I will be working more on my photography skills and investing in lenses while I'm up there.
I'm seeing Dr. Goldman, a guy that wrote the book on my condition. I get panormal x-rays and state of the art tests to determine what exactly happened. I am finally going to have my health back. And in Chicago, with the
support of "family" and friends.
I am tapering off my pain meds and I am attempting the same with the Valium. I have gotten to where a 5mg Percocet knocks me the fuck out which it should do, so I'm golden.
I can't wait until I'm off all these drugs. I fucking hate them. I never took a pill before I got sick except for xanax after I would bartend so I could calm down after all the hustle and bustle.
I just feel like opiates are poison in my body. I gave Kenneth a couple of Valium cause he was stressing out about some project.
I'm having a big identity crisis and I plan on writing a novel while in Chicago undergoing treatment. At the moment I'll save the surprise but I think that I will be working on my art a lot more.
If for some reason I end up getting my business rolling in dough, I may stay in Chicago should treatment work. Adam will move and we will live in the city.
I am very excited about my future.
And I'm totally pulling a Ferris Bueller when I get up there. I'm going to keep a photo log.
I love you all. Wish me luck!
-Allison
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i was going to write something right here, an accountability statement of sorts but i am in too much pain to do it this evening.

it basically documents how i perceive things now and react towards hatred and abuse since certain instances have happened. a lot of people don't know about them because it happened in oregon and i was alone for it.

it's starting from when i really started having issues with my friends (the beginning of the illness) until rhe presence. it is VERY candid so if you have no interest in reading it, simply, don't. it will be marked as friends only and only towards a certain group of friends. i'll also have one of those dumb external link things so that it would be all up in your face.

overall, i view myself as one of the strongest, most courageous people i know. i may not handle things the best in the heat of the moment but after things have calmed down i generally have a better view. (my hindsight is like 15/15).

so, yes, look for it tomorrow i suppose. i am going to go and listen to the people on NPR whose soothing voices mske me feel warm and loved. i have to take the diazepam so i don't wake up adam by biting his arm again and screaming in his ear. and i miss my kittehs.

i love you all.
allison kellar.
Current Mood:
drained drained
Current Music:
the blues...really...
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even though i am not currently in the locale, i think it's absolutely absurd to charge people to view art.
if they like it they can buy it.
as far as i know, none of the artists are famous or dead.
i think if you want to support local artists, go, see if they put forth any effort, and then you could possibly tip them.
at showings i had, i charged no one to look at it.
i think by having a showing you are supporting a local business bring in more people and they should perhaps compensate you or give you a tab or the like.

i am also disgusted that this was posted in the lagniappe and in the same article where they talked about a holocaust exhibit.

i sorry. but i'm about to go off and i think it's been long overdue. i don't live in mobile, i don't plan on moving back, and i have a right to my opinion as an actual professional artist.

an art collective (i.e. the 188 collective) is a group of people who isolate themselves from others and stroke each others egos by performing art shows where only a certain person is allowed to participate based on their status with the organizer. art collectives, in theory, are meant to be used as a creative haven for others to inspire each other and to take their art to the streets and other places and they generally don't charge you to look at it. if you are worthy and have talent someone will discover you and you will move on to greater things. (i.e. Amanda Palmer from the Cloud Club, the fucking Dada Movement for Christ's sake. Andy Warhol's Factory)

it seems as though, to an onlooker with an actual background in the arts, that you are a group of people who stick to themselves, use pretention as blanks, imtimidating bullets, and criticize others by ignoring their efforts and not even opening yourself up to the possiblities of working with as many people as possible.

this is the constant behavior that continues to inhibit mobile from having a real and dynamic arts scene. "sarahp" has been running shows and in charge of things since before i left thus limiting the genre and entertainment to her liking. these are not the only "young artists" in mobile that are making a change. there are a lot that go unseen and unheard. i went about it solo taking my efforts downtown and being a part of the art walks and eventually arts alive! working with the coordinator of said event. i charged no one to view my art and in a lot of cases gave it away for free. it was more important for someone to see my work than to make money off of it. i wanted to share what i could with those around me and actually have an impact. i didn't feel like insulting the downtown scene with my extensive vocabularly featuring installations and how we cope with loss and grief and then have the nerve to share that, in the same breath, with a holocaust survivor. this is the most pretentious thing i have ever heard of.

the logic of charging to view something (again unless you're dead or famous, or both) makes about as much sense as if you were to come within earshot of a street musician they have the right to say "You are within 50 feet of me, you owe me a dollar!".

art is meant to be shared, both visually with others and personally with the artist. an art collective should be an open group and not a bunch of "scene kids" (ugh i barfed a little in my mouth) that make a members only clique that is about as appealing as a members only jacket. these people are here to share their inspiration and work and not to make up a bunch of goobledy-gook that tries explaining what they are doing. it's apparent this collective doesn't understand the true meaning of working with one another and allowing others to participate based on passion and drive which is exactly what i don't see from this group of people who butcher the true meaning of the descriptor, "artist".

-Allison Jenkins
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I speak my mind.
I refuse to shut my mouth because it will upset or disturb someone else who needs to hear it.
My intentions are not ill. I just think that it's bullshit some people can get away with things and say them out of cruelty and not get called out on it. I do this. I spent my entire high school life in a place like a prison intently studying people and criticizing, critiquing, and analyzing, how they fuck they got placed in the the middle of the unforgiving desert.

Oh yeah, fat comments.
Call me fat all you want. But when it comes down to martial law and rationed food, guess whose body fat is going to keep them alive longer? And I mean, come on, are you 12? Cut that fucking shit out.

I think it makes perfect sense that the majority of my close aquantinces and friends now are considerably older than I am, have no interest in the drug culture, and are industrious human beings.

Continually crawling out of the ashes...
Allison
Current Mood:
grumpy grumpy
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saturday evening adam and i were texting each other and i began to doubt his passion, a trait that i have made mandatory for anyone i date. it started getting pretty intense, the conversation, until adam said "what if i just drive there now?"
adam lives in ATL.
"are you serious?"
"yes, i will hop in my car and drive there now."
and he did.
overnight...he drove across mississippi and alabama. when he got to LA he apparently ran into a problem. one of the tubes or something in his car was leaking and he had to get it replaced.
it's because he drove across the previous two states at 90 MPH.
"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DRIVE THAT FAST?!"
"I was anxious" he said. so after 4 hrs of repairing his car he gets back on the road and heads towards natchitoches.
that whole night i barely slept. valium didn't even settle the queasiness i was experiencing.

he calls me and tells me he apparently passed up the apartment complex. it is very easy to miss i suppose. knowing how far away he was, i watched as he pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car...i think watch him look around for apartment #11...the apartment my little eyes were peeping through the blinds of. i then heard him come up the stairs and knock on the door, which i was already standing at.

we just looked at each other.

"COME HERE!" he yelled and held me tightly. we just stood in the middle of my sad sad empty apartment and held each other.

i took adam 'beering' and we made a mixed 6 pack. he had never had real beer before and went apeshit over the turbodog and sam adams cherry wheat. when he tasted the cherry wheat his eyes widened and he said "oh my god beer is awesome! im never drinking budweiser again!"

adam is stuck here for a while because something is wrong with his transmission, which sucks because his car is all busted and i still have to work...i need to do laundry really bad as i smell as well as buy some groceries and pots n pans. adam is at the apartment now napping. we ate at mama's and each had a gigantic salad. he managed to get the itis and then passed out once we returned to the apartment.

i think tonight we are going to go to goodwill, buy some cheap food, and go play pool at this sleazy fucking bar on the bypass. it's fucking roadhouseXcore.

i've never had a guy be this nice to me in my life. sometimes i poke him to see if he's real.

only bad part about this is i can't bitch about men in general anymore and my art is going to not look as intense or distressed. well, fuck.

"love makes you do crazy things"


Current Mood:
loved loved
Current Music:
interpol
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1) Who are you?


2) Where were you born?


3) What sums up the last person you kissed?


4) What sums up your last relationship?


5) What reminds you of your best friend?


6) What reminds you of who you are in love with?
Current Mood:
hungry hungry
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