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[Apr. 16th, 2005|01:09 am] |
I created another livejournal.
Yes, as if having one wasn't enough, I now have two. But this one is soon to be lost to the Internet I believe. I'm sick of the name boogie2shoes, it was a dumb childhood nickname that only my dad still calls me, and I just think it's time for a change. A fresh start. I'm not going to delete this journal, though, too many memories.
So if you would like, please add brenna_holeman to your friends list.
It will be my new domain. I figure I can't go wrong with my given birthname. If you don't add me, hey, no hard feelings. I'm going to add everyone on my friends list from this journal, and any new friends are totally welcome. Please feel free to delete this journal from your friends list, I won't update in it anymore. I have already deleted everyone from this journal so that you don't have to have me twice on your friends of list.
This may be the perfect opportunity to finally be rid of me. |
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| terrible. |
[Apr. 15th, 2005|09:41 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | bob dylan: bringing it all back home. | ] |
Today I watched Finding Neverland and cried (it was so great) and decided that I wanted to write a play. I've never written one before. I've directed a few, but never tried to write my own.
I put on one of my favourite records, made a cup of tea, and tried to channel my favourite playwrights. Tom Stoppard. Eugene O'Neill. Bertolt Brecht. Mark Ravenhill. Bernard Shaw. Tennessee Williams. Samuel Beckett. Caryl Churchill. Anton Chekov. Arthur Miller.
High expectations, I know.
I ended up with five pages of stage directions and a deflated ego. Sometimes you just have to accept defeat. |
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| today. |
[Apr. 10th, 2005|04:07 pm] |
In the past three days I've seen The Burdocks, In-Flight Safety, The Stolen Minks, The Holy Shroud, Cape May and Wintersleep take to the stage at their respective venues of the Seahorse, Reflections, and Stage Nine (I unfortunately missed Dog Day on Friday). I don't remember a better string of shows for me, it was just so awesome to be surrounded by all this great music and great people.
I wish all days could be like that. Today I missed the George Elliott Clarke talk I so wanted to go to so that I could study for my Shakespeare exam. I realized yesterday that after writing this exam on Tuesday I may never study the Bard again after studying him for a good nine years or so. I can't tell if I'm filled with extreme joy or slight remorse. After I am done reviewing The Tempest I am going to go for a bike ride.
Oh! I got a bicycle. It is so ugly. It is silver and it folds in half and it came with a little bell. I rode it around the patio furniture section at Walmart before buying it. I actually think it's really awesome. I hope nobody steals it like my other one was stolen.
One more thing to add to this complete waste of an entry: Bukowski: Born Into This is playing at Park Lane tomorrow at 7pm. You should probably come. |
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| ginseng. |
[Apr. 5th, 2005|01:08 am] |
Sometimes I forget the person I was. I forget things about myself all the time. Sometimes I'll forget how old I am, or who was my first kiss. I'll forget if I've read a book or not. I'll forget if I went to Mount Rushmore or if I just imagined that I went to Mount Rushmore.
It's not a good sign when your life is forgettable even to you.
Yesterday I forgot that I had been so obssesed with Beatles. I forgot even though I still have stacks of their albums everywhere and a bunch of posters hanging up in my stairwell, tattered and peeling now, that's how long ago it was. I forgot until one of them fell down. "The Beatles?" I thought.
Last summer I had already basically moved on from the Beatles and on to early blues and sixties blues-inspired rock. I used to listen to it all the time, and I memorized track listings off records and who played bass with which band in which year.
I forget all that, too.
Jazz. I'm on to jazz. |
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| DEAR DIARY, |
[Mar. 27th, 2005|08:45 pm] |
Today, finally surrendering to the lure of online shopping, I bought lots of albums from K Records. And to celebrate being done school in a few weeks I am going to buy myself a hamster that I will name Dogberry or Shylock, and also a bike. Shawna and I are going to terrorize the streets of Halifax wearing our gold shoes and pink bicycle helmets. I just don't want to be one of those people that gets a line of mud up my back from the rear tire or one of those people with dollar signs in my eyes.
I fear I may become both. |
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| wino. |
[Mar. 24th, 2005|01:25 am] |
My mom called me from Italy last night. She was wasted but kept insisting that the wine was different and you can drink as much of it as you want and not get drunk. She kept saying "Firenze! I'm in Firenze!" and I asked her if she was going to see the Sistine Chapel and she was like, "Um, I don't know..." and my drunken auntie shouted in the background, "We went there yesterday!"
I love my mom. |
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| sunday night's alright for fighting. |
[Mar. 20th, 2005|09:01 pm] |
There are times in life when one says, "This is the path I have chosen. I chose to work thirty hours a week and take six courses. I have to accept that I won't be able to go out, that I will hardly see my friends, that I will spend whole weekends working and writing papers and doing research. I've made my bed, now I have to lie in it."
There are other moments in life when one says, "Fuck it all, I'm going to a drag show at Reflections."
This is one of those moments. |
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| a wave out on the ocean. |
[Feb. 27th, 2005|01:22 am] |
Sometimes I just want to run away to Vegas and get married or something. It would solve none of my problems, in fact it would only add to them, but I think it would be a great story.
The boy who plays me "Poetry in Motion" by Johnny Tillotson on a jukebox just might be able to convince me to do it. |
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| halifaxlocals.com. |
[Feb. 17th, 2005|12:17 am] |
| [ | music |
| | death from above 1979. | ] |
I would really like to go to this, I'd go with old people to Reflections or with young people to the Pavillion, I wouldn't care.
Dave is so awesome, you should listen to this. Well, listen to it for all the other people, too, I'm sure they're great, I just know Dave the best is all.
Also, Death From Above 1979 are playing at the Attic on May 5th, which is my birthday! I am so so excited for this, I couldn't ask for a better birthday present. |
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| my heart of candy. |
[Feb. 13th, 2005|02:36 am] |
You should go to this. I might
kiss you if you do, unless you're
really ugly or something.
I have my limits. |
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| valentine's day is just around the corner! |
[Feb. 8th, 2005|08:19 pm] |
Goddamn it.
I'm never going to get a date in this town, let alone a Valentine.
I do have this, though:
I'd rather have minks than roses, anyway. |
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| books+records. |
[Feb. 8th, 2005|12:00 am] |
I just finished The Stones Cry Out by Hikaru Okuizumi.
I was going to say that it was the best book I had read in a while, but then I realized that everything I've been reading lately I've loved. Similarly, all the music I've been listening to seems to be so great, it's gotten to that point where I take five minutes just deciding which record or CD to put on because I want to listen to it all. I don't know what's happening, but I hope it continues.
What are your favourite books/records right now? What do you think I should pick up in order to maintain this amazing streak? I'm really open to anything. |
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| indie dance night. |
[Jan. 30th, 2005|10:57 pm] |
See me on the far left?
That is not my arm holding the drink, although it kind of looks like it is.
It kind of looks like I have a backward arm.
This post is a few days too late but I had fun.
I drank a lot and danced a lot and saw a lot of people kiss.
Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.
Nevermind, I probably already told Shawna. |
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| upcoming shows I would like to attend. |
[Jan. 20th, 2005|01:33 am] |
| [ | music |
| | none of the above bands. | ] |
January 20- B.A. Johnson + Stolen Minks @ Tribeca
January 21- Broken Social Scene + Stars + In-Flight Safety @ Marquee
January 28- Dean Malenkos + Dead Red + The KNA + HOPE @ Marquee
January 29- Risky Business + The Establishment + Dresses @ Seahorse
February 4- Books on Tape + A/V + Windom Earle @ Seahorse
February 5- Sharp Like Knives + Death by Nostalgia + Money + A/V @ Pavillion
Wanna come? |
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| for real. |
[Jan. 18th, 2005|05:35 pm] |
Rikki, I miss you. I'm putting together a totally bodacious package for you. |
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| meet my friend ralph. |
[Jan. 13th, 2005|03:35 pm] |
The other day I was talking to a friend of mine about vomit. We both concluded that we are dramatic vomiters, not the kinds who can excuse themselves, puke, and rejoin the party without flinching. No, vomiting takes a lot out of us, and it hardly ever happens. In fact I had quite a Jerry streak going there for a while.
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It was a while back. I had been dating someone for a few months, and although at one point it was serious, the relationship had dwindled to no more than casual dating. He had cheated on me numerous times, and at that point out of sheer boredom and loneliness I continued to see him once in a while.
I remember we watched a movie at his apartment, some war movie I think, and he had fallen asleep. I vaguely remember getting into bed with him, him lazily starting to kiss me. I suddenly had to stop, excused myself, and went to the washroom, where I was sure I was going to throw up. I sat there on the bathroom floor, flipping through the porn magazines he had beside the toilet, waiting for the feeling in my stomach to subside. It finally did, and I went back to bed, where the rest of the evening was as forgettable as that relationship.
The next morning I awoke before him, and eventually he, too, woke up, and once again kissed me. This time I knew for sure I was going to be sick. I ran to the bathroom just in time to expel whatever I had left in me, crouched there amongst the porn. I knew the relationship was over, that I hadn't gotten sick over the Chinese food or the beer we had had the night before, that I didn't have the flu and that I sure as hell wasn't pregnant. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and wrapped his towel around me. I walked into his kitchen.
"Ok, bye Boogs, I gotta go to work." He leaned in to kiss me.
"Don't kiss me, I just barfed." I backed away from him.
"Oh, really? Gross. Ok, see you later, just leave the door unlocked when you leave."
It was the last time I vomited, and also the last time I saw him.
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So, anyone have some good puke stories? |
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| yikes. |
[Jan. 13th, 2005|03:31 pm] |
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Due to some recent events, I'm going to be locking some of my entries. So log in or add me. If you don't have a livejournal, well, I can't quite decide if that's unfortunate or fortunate. |
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| one week late. |
[Jan. 8th, 2005|02:08 am] |
| [ | music |
| | the apples in stereo. | ] |
New Year's Resolutions:
1. Stop wasting my time with guys who are just not that into me, which, according to this piece of filth, encompasses a great majority of all the men I have ever been interested in.
2. Write more letters.
3. Bake more cookies.
Oh, and of course, save money, lose weight, and track down old friends. |
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