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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Sunday, March 31, 2002 Resurected and restricted. Easter Saturday. On Friday some of the Huffman boys found a white 10ft pipe metal cross halfway down Mt. De Sol. Probably about 400Lbs. It had originally been erected on the top of the mountain with part of the main pole deep in the ground. Someone had later come along, sawed through the pole and threw the cross down the side of the mountain. So up we went at midnight to resurrect the cross that mad been hauled back up beside the pipe by putting smaller pipes in the main one as a joiner. None of the 11 of us claimed any religion, and know one knew exactly why we were doing it. We even debated about where exactly the cross should face, down town, or slightly more southerly matching up the original grove. Then some of us prostrated some well-known verse that seemed applicable. As someone mentioned the "shedding of clothing" in reference to the task at hand the guys (I was the only female) reacted badly, "we don't have to do that, we're all guys anyway." I retorted, saying I was female and I wouldn't care anyway, and metaphorically I agreed. A slew of sex/rape comments ensued directed at me. Bullshit. Utter unnecessary schite. Fairly pissed and definitely offended I said "bugger this" and began walking down the mountain. Tim, Dylan and Kyle and Keith followed me. Thus, I ended my 19th birthday. I could see the cross from the gym, and it"s probably visible from the road for all those convening at Easter Sunday Mass. I'm still not sure why...i help, i try, i do not subscribe. Mew? I walked out of my new room into the dirty flaked hall. Through the open front door there was a black fluffy cat with yellow eyes that locked on mine. Funny how you look without knowing. We stared for a while. The cat seemed petrified and didn't answer me. I took one step closer and the cat trotted off. Woe me, not woo me. I've finally moved into Bret's old room. That poor sick slob. As I was arranging things I passed by the window that looks out on the edge of Jones and at Santa Fe Hall. Sitting on the wall having a cigarette was Jeane's roommate. I have never seen her converse with anyone but Bret. She was looking directly in the now clean window; I caught her confused and woeful look before she quickly looked away. It's one of the saddest things I've seen since I've been here. Really?!? At K-mark I found a 'dog toy hedgehog'. It's over a half-foot tall, thick brown/black fur for the back, lighter gray short fur for the belly with a black nose and eyes. When you squeeze its tummy it makes a rolling grunting sound. It's great! See, if you press it's tummy against, say, someone's head again and again, it makes consecutive grunting noises which just reminds me blatantly of the hedgehog sex in 'Get real'. Wednesday, March 27, 2002 Forget the Russian Roulet game for kids where you burst a balloon head! Who needs it when you can Engarde!. Tuesday, March 26, 2002
My aunt from Australia sent me a early present of a "Canned Echidna" for my b-day. It's a plush echidna in a can. Perhaps she was thinking of my Hedgehog as the Echidna is the Australian version of it. I'm going to wait till my b-day to open it . Tim also promised to get me another set of ear piercings.
They're trying to make me take a campus wide anonymous drug survey to assess the use on the campus and so on. There's a $500 randomly drawn prize for one of the lucky respondents. Smart eh? Cash for answering a drug survey.
Today is wonderful. express yourself... Bill said he'd help train me for the female boxing matches that happen at Lola's in 2 weeks or so. There's even a female arm wrestling match later in the spring to look forward to! Monday, March 25, 2002 "I drink tea like it was flavored water" Mishearings of the day: Lucretius excrete us, a Greek zen question. Imagine a man falling down off a cliff into a void yelling the repeditive construction of letters, "AAAAAAAAAAA--!!!". Now, in Lucretius' view, would he ever get the ?H? out at the end of that string of yelling if he were simply falling into the void? Spare me the change. Yay! i get to keep all the change all over the place on Bret's floor (probably $5 worth or more...). Assuming i can unstick them as i clean the room before i move in. Oy.. Maybe i can bribe maintenance...
You know you're really sharing your life with a friend when you find out you both have the same PIN numbers and did not converse on the matter before picking them. Saturday, March 23, 2002 We just bathed the hedgehog. Another strange hedgehog behavior. Katchoo, my hedgehog, apparently has grown fond of sticking her face in toilet tube rolls and walking around with the tube on her face. She knows how to get it off but she'll intentionally position it, stick her face in and walk about like she's stoned and crazy. Tube vision! DRAMATIS PERSONAE My modern (non functional) recast of A Mid Summer Nights Dream. (excuse sp). Yuuuumm. To bad I can't just be garbage disposal at Jamba Juice all day long. At least I won't wig out on wheat grass this way. Friday, March 22, 2002 "i wana see your pussy" -Lords Of Acid i love pussy willows.
Where the hell in Mo-Town anyway? Is it a musical state of mind?? Thursday, March 21, 2002
"I can teach you so much, but first you must loosen up." - Fencing Instructor to me. Wednesday, March 20, 2002
Pedestrians in Dallas are a rare thing. A guy in a red Jeep fround at me as i crossed the road at SMU. Monday, March 18, 2002 oy! "Hello my name is Ariadne. I drift to the left."
No woman's wardrobe is complete without brown corduroy pants. ear you! Say 'ahhhh' to ear candles. Just don't try this for your other orifices. Ok? Sunday, March 17, 2002
Smart as a whip. Thursday, March 14, 2002 Eat air. The wildest reason i ever heard for being a vegetarian was 'I hate animals. They're stupid and they smell bad and are dirty'. Now- this, extrodinary as it is, came from an idiot of a girl i once met at a ren fair trying to land a job in the leather shoppe i worked in. She should have been a vegan. oh mum... Yin666Q: i still find it funny your mom lets to stay at a guy's place, a guy that shes never met at that Tuesday, March 12, 2002 Shagg! So dreadful they're the most horribly entertaining musicians. All i can do is.. Monday, March 11, 2002 on the road, still far from home. Ok. In Denver in good company and sunny days (but i hate the emissions, which have only begun to urk me terribly since being in Santa Fe). There are some really big scary mountains. I went to the Great Sand Dunes, the place made me feel very human. I'd like to biv whack it out there for a while. We almost visited a gator farm on the way too. I bet gators, while just as stupid, aren't as ferocious as crocks. Friday, March 8, 2002 Random Jubilation Since we've finnished Euclid we had a math class patry today. Mr Harrison's amazing chef sister baked a real cake in the shape of Prop 47... it was chocolate with mocha icing that sliced completly clean and did not cruble! Mr. Barber brough an old tape that an ex-johnny now monk made with a Euclid song on it. i'm getting a copy from him of it, it went something like: Thursday, March 7, 2002 Ouch! The lady at Papa John's couldn't take my order because the computer system was down. She couldn't write my order down by hand either because 'then i couldn't enter it into the computer'. Wednesday, March 6, 2002 "Even more shocking to me than the beauty of a thing is our ability to percieve it." Well now- who has really tackled what beauty is or consists of as a philosopher? I think it scares the entrails out of the lot of them- it has to be looked at through the filter of art and literature and i don't know too many philosophers who are that gifted at either.
Yes yes yes~!! Extreamly mean this golden boy!! ;o)P
Blag! All i want to do is go home, see percy and velvet my kitties and my hedgehog katchoo and my Amy. Then read all the comics i missed while i've been at school. sssooooonn... I-don't-need-this-.. I've decided. I'm moving out of here and in to one of the solitary rooms in Dillon Ogden's empty triple in Huffman, just beside Kirby. Dillon suggested it and the RA of Huffman said it was fine (with him that is, housing has a shit fit over co-sex habitation). This decision made itself very solid after some more drunk fucks at 3am decided to sing at our window for Nicola (who was out writing a paper), throw their shoe at our window, and some dirt at the balcony. I'm not mad at Nicola and it is not because of her but having to live with allround someone else in these circumstances- including the hoards of (drunk) friends at 3am. Move to be effective: After Spring Break. Monday, March 4, 2002 Later Off . i keep thinking of true freedom on one hand (like hermitage or a drifter), and on the other everything else you get from interaction (alright- mostly of a human sort.. even if i do properly introduce myself and give the same graces to animals as humans). At it's best with other people- Love, sharing, giving, receiving, security, help, games, faster inventions and progress, specification, access to tools, broader education and collective knowledge. "that one should comand and another obey" *smack* Is BDSM a modern manifestation of a desire (or our nature as some would say) to be submissive or to rule? Basically- to be master and slave in a relationship with context. The context being the implimentation of a most humane sort of understanding that consists of some of the more base and taboo acts. Acts that long ago people would not have wished to experiance because there were slaves in a far more apparent sence. Wish you what? Welcome home Tim. In form ed Someone here calls his or her room the 'infirmary'. You aren't really sick or there isn't anything they can really do to 'cure' you of your malady but you go to the infirmary to wait it out, and to feel better. In this case you go for the drugs and company, and come out a little bit happier than you came in. Sunday, March 3, 2002 Lions I have a memory, something the tour guide (who i only ever partially listen to anyway) said to us as we passed by the east chamber in the Court of Lions in the Castle of the Alhambra in Granada Spain. We couldn't go in to the small open air chamber; our very breath would probably have aged the plaster of the walls that looked like perfect geometric honeycomb stalagmites and the soft stone ground. It was a story about the King of the time, before the Moors were driven from the Alhambra and it began to decline under the Spanish King and Queen's rule. The King had apparently summoned his wives or harem to the chamber, along with his 6 or so children, and one of his close guards or advisors. He had believed that the wives had been cheating on him with the advisor, and that the children were not his. He made the advisor kill them all by decapitation. And then the advisor. He threw the heads into the flowing gentle fountain that fed back into the main lion fountain. I looked for any sign of a bloodstain on the stone, the groves of where the water coursed, but couldn't find one. I can't verify the story, and haven't even been able to find mention of it. mmm. I usually detest muffins but...Ms. Eppi Williamson's (my class's lab assistant) vegan peach/ginger muffins are spediferous. F#cksh*t! The puters in the labs don't have sound so i couldn't hear what Tourette Syndrome Barbie was saying, but her facial expressions were entertaining enough. Bits from last night. Playing cards feel so good in your hands. Saturday, March 2, 2002
Kyle said that the 42 (in reference to Hitchhiker's) was the number of spots on a set of die. He envisions God playing dice with the universe, getting 42 every time. A separate life on Mt. Johnny. I went bowling last night. I scored 38 my lowest ever, but at least my form is still somewhat good. I'll never be able to forget the specifics of bowling since I took that silly Texas Tech 'Tennis and Bowling' correspondence course for credit. Casey and a crowd of other that bring out the literal truth of kareoke sang I got very tired quickly and didn't want to bother with the hassle of looking legitimately 21 to get in. Doily space reduces noise! And here i though doilies were entirely useless...*sneer* ...doilies...at least they look pretty when they're on fire. *sings to the tune of 'A Drunken Sailor'* 'Oh what do you do with a flaming doily!?' Lost Johnny I don't believe they're incredibly excellent yet but we shall see. They did send me a free cd of theirs for contacting them! kinky. Elishiba kindly suprised me with this link. Joy. Friday, March 1, 2002 Friday's Child of Realization . Send me back to Oz. Last weekend after I had bartended for the pre-party to Dan's rave party in the coffee shop, I ambled into the student center and plopped myself down on a bench next to Mr. Alba (quite inebriated as I was). He was doing alcohol patrol for people entering the coffee shop. I began to talk about poetry with him, publishing and how I liked his book. I mentioned i write and had a few finnished books..and so.. today I gave Mr. Alba (who wrote An Oz Album) the first (still somewhat rough) book of poetry I composed, 1-7. I had to leave the room after a second explanation of its course nature, before I could have ripped it from his hands screaming "NOOO! You can't have it! No one can!", running out of his office, to bury it deep in the earth in a fire proof box so that hell won't scorch its pages.
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