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Name: Anne
Gender: Female
Interests: hmm... I sculpt and paint. I write bad poetry. I write slightly worse short stories and articles for the school newspaper.
I Listen To: Jazz, the Blues, old-school punk, indie bands.
Favorites: Tex-Thai food, road trips, Tim Burton, the smell of old books & coffee, motorcycles, black-and-white photography, a well-played guitar solo, and people who have a passion for life.
Expertise: staring into space, failing exams spectacularly, dumpster diving for sculptural inspiration, Helga the Bodybuilder impression (don't ask).. AND I make a mean breakfast taco. Art History.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  paintedsparrow
Yahoo:  bluesbird11288
Member Since:
2/16/2005
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| APRIL FOOLS!
But seriously
This is the last post. Consider me detained, or abducted by aliens, or dead.
Love ya kids.
"Would you, could you, green eggs and ham?" -Annie
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| Anyone else procrastinating on this senior project?
I've been writing in my journal quite a bit more lately. I always have the oddest thoughts just before I fall asleep, so I keep it next to my bed so I can write down these things- most of them don't make sense in the morning, but here are a few excerpts-
If God controls everything then he controls Evil, so maybe God makes bad things happen. That way we grow as humans. Maybe some people have a right to be mad at God. Maybe He understands.
I'm not sure I believe in Evil so much as I believe people are stupid, we lack forethought and/or compassion and that's what leads us to so much trouble.
Sometimes I lie in bed and my stomach or my legs jerk like I'm falling. I wonder if anyone's started falling and suddenly felt like they were lying in bed.
"Sleep Sweet, Die Pretty (and old)." -Annie
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| Funny things, places. They're never the same after the first time you've seen them. They become so filled and intertwined with thoughts and conversations and people that it's impossible to look at them the way you did that first moment. The downtown rooftops, Ballard Park, the catwalk over the Lyric- you relive those moments, only fainter, like a Xerox copy.
I wonder if I'll ever find a place that's free from memories.
Thinking all of this, you begin to understand why ghosts might linger. And then you wonder, perhaps, if they're not so much ghosts as they are memories that haven't fully faded yet. If time is simply a concept that keeps everything from happening at once, is memory the concept that jumbles it all back together? We need time so that we can look over these moments sequentially, like studying still-frames from a security camera.
"Be careful on the roads, kids. Ain't no salt on them roads." -Annie
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| ^ Man, remember the Spice Girls? Ahh, turn up the volume... and revel in the bad taste that was 4th grade. Dang. Who wrote these lyrics?
All I can think of is that one painting from Art History:
Pop Music: Inspiring mad acts of violence since.. forever.
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Note to all Juniors: For your senior project, choose something that involves as LITTLE TIME CONSUMPTION AS POSSIBLE. because no matter what you do, you won't have as much time for it as you planned. Ever.
This Non-Inspiring Post Brought to you By: -Annie
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| The Hi-Times ain't no PR rag. This should be obvious to anyone who's read the latest edition.
We're stirring up controversy. And you know what? That's a good thing. I'm for any way we can stir folks out of complacency.
I support our articles 100%. We told the truth.
Thank you to those who understand that.
To the critics:
Please, read the entire bloody article first.
Don't make snap judgements on the first two paragraphs.
And if you want to discuss it, IM me or get my cell number from someone.
Thanks, loves. -Annie
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