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this journal is slowly, but gracefully moving to surfmadpig.
expect the same periodic blasts of alcoholic verbiage, same pseudo-artsy imagery, the same random ramblings, annoying behavior and maybe, just maybe, the unexpected.
-and add me already.bellydancing while:  okay bellydancing to: the cramps - what's inside a girl |
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I would like a pair of Harlequin Shrimp in a cosy aquarium for Christmas.
Thankyew.
Beautiful coloration and great personality. Does best in mated pairs. Needs sea stars to eat, which it will capture, turn upside down and dine on the legs first. It may even bring over food to feed to sea star to keep it alive.
Mated Pair - $54.99
PS 1. maybe one more, so that they have orgies, and some starfish for them to feast on.
PS 2. and perhaps you could teach them to hula dance before you bring them over?bellydancing while:  optimistic bellydancing to: verbal abuse - i hate you |
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In addition to swollen gums that make me feel like a) having munched on stale kiwi fruit in blood sauce b) having devoured a furry slipper, the containing foot included, c) been forced to eat a live mouse in vinegar sauce, today
I
feel
like
Satan has been taking over my brain and body for quite some time now, but erases the memories of the infernal acts he forces me to do. Why, oh why, have you chosen me as your puppet, o trisatanic one (questionmark, which doesn't work on the keyboard). This is absolutely how I feel today. I bet he made me do drugs as well. And this is not a metaphor, I don't attribute all I do to His satanic majesty, cause i don't remember the things he makes me do.
WWAIT! The fact that the questionmark key on my keyboard is not working can only be attributed to his deviousness having made me unscrew the keyboard on a cold winter night and munched on this specific censor. I don't mind, Satan, this is only minor trouble, but what else did you make me do recently? (WOW, QUESTIONMARK WORKED).
Maybe I am entitled to the privilege of using a QUESTIONMARK only when speaking to the deveel. Is it true, unholy one (questionmark). no. ok.bellydancing while:  cranky bellydancing to: the cramps - dr fucker |
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Dec. 19th, 2003 @ 03:12 am
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Όπως λοιπόν τα πουστράκια καπιταλογούρουνα (τι ανάρχα που είμαι απόψε) κάναν την μπινιά με τις βιντεοκασέτες*, τώρα υποψιάζομαι κάτι παρόμοιο για τα πληκτρολόγια. Πώς εξηγείται αλλιώς το οτι αγόρασα keyboard (οκ, της πλάκας, αλλά τι να το κάνω το άλλο με τα 923 άχρηστα-ημιχρήσιμα features;) πριν το πολύ ενάμιση μήνα και είναι έτοιμο να διαλυθεί; Παραδέχομαι πως γενικά έχω μια συνομοσιολαγνική στάση ζωής αλλά το συγκεκριμένο παίζει πολύ. Το πληκτρολόγιο μου απόψε λοιπόνενε, αποφάσισε πως το ερωτηματικό μου είναι άχρηστο και πήρε την πρωτοβουλία να το καταργήσει. Αυτό, από μεταφυσική άποψη, θα μπορούσαμε κάλλιστα να πούμε πως σημαίνει είτε πως έχω φτάσει σε τόσο υψηλό επίπεδο γνώσης που δεν χρειάζεται να ρωτήσω πλέον τίποτα (συμπεριλαμβανόμενη η τηλεπάθεια - δεν είναι απαράιτητο πλέον να ρωτήσω "τι κάνειsch;" τον φίλο Ξυδά πχ, για να ξέρω τι κάμει), είτε πως η ιντερνετική μου κομπανία δεν έχει καμία απάντηση να μου προσφέρει. Θα πρεπε επίσης να αναλογιστούμε την πιθανότητα όλο αυτό να σημάνει μια νέα εποχή στην υπέροχη επικοινωνία μας, οπού εσείς (και οι άλλοι) θα υποθέτετε τί με ενδιαφέρει να μάθω και θα απαντάτε χωρίς να σας ρωτάω. Ή ας καθιερωθεί το ! ως ερωτηματικό νιου έιτζ, αυτό δε μου κάνει τσαλιμάκια για την ώρα.
Άσχετη συμβουλή της ημέρας: να βουρτσίζετε καλά τα δοντάκια σας, και να κάνετε ελαφρό μασάζ στα ούλα, γιατί η ουλίτιδα σε κάνει να νιώθεις σαν να έφαγες ακτινίδια με το τσόφλι σε σάλτσα αίματος.
*Η μπινιά με τις βιντεοκασέτες: Αλήτες ονόματι εταιρίες διανομής ταινιών, από τότε που βγήκε το dvd, διακινούν απροκάλυπτα τις ταινίες τους γραμμένες σε χείριστης ποιότητας κασέτες, που χαλάνε στο δεύτερο παίξιμο, για να απηυδεί ο κόσμος και να νιώθει πως είναι απαραίτητο ένα dvd player σπίτι του. Είναι το δέυτερο βήμα της επιδρομής του dvd, με πρώτο το αψυχολόγητο μοίρασμα ταινιών dvd απο περιοδικά- είμαι απόλυτα σίγουρη πως με ελάχιστες εξαιρέσεις, όσοι από μας έχουν dvd player είχαν δισκάκια πριν αποκτήσουν τη συσκευή, δώρο απο περιοδικάκια. bellydancing while: cranky bellydancing to: chris isaak - blue spanish sky |
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Dec. 19th, 2003 @ 01:38 am
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my fuckin gums hurt.
a sam_spade in a passionfruit tree mWHEHEEH.bellydancing while:  nauseated bellydancing to: cherry poppin' daddies - jump in the line |
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ΤΗΝ ΠΕΜΠΤΗ το Αρτυ (λαιβτζερναλ γιουζα νονταιρεκσιον) γύρισε και είπε
"θέλετε να λέμε ποιούς θέλουμε και μετά να γελάμε πέντε λεπτά;"
και αργότερα κοπάνησε το κεφάλι της στην πόρτα μου καθώς γελούσε με το Γκινγκα που έκανε φάρσα στην Ελοίζ στο τηλέφωνο. Έβγαλε ένα τεράστιο καρούμπαλο και ένα σημάδι σαν του Χάρι Πότερ.
αααρτυυυ δε σου πάνε τα ναρκωτικαααα
οχι οκ σου πάνε.
σιγά μην γράψω και άλλα τώρα.bellydancing while: γεα μπεημπη bellydancing to: ΜΟΥΖΛΙΜΓΚΟΖ. |
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hi.bellydancing while: wtf bellydancing to: muslimgauze |
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meoa
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Dec. 11th, 2003 @ 10:39 am
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computer applications I, thursday mornings. the worst class ever. when i enrolled, it was supposed to be on tuesdays at noon but then she changed the schedule around. i'm so incredibly sleepy right now. I was at x last night and the waitress said
-peritto na sou pw ti kanate to savato
-giati ti kaname? pes mas den thimomaste tpt pliz pliz
-EKTROXIASTHKATE!
oh yeah i JUST MODIFIED A SPREADSHEET!
PROFOUND.bellydancing while:  sleepy bellydancing to: dont forget to save it under a different name in section II! |
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look at what i bought today..
and also check out gigi playing cute while covered by pillows
Dec. 9th, 2003 @ 08:55 pm
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| » for the people that were with me last night |
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who the fuck has my hat? where is it?
is it alive?
is it dead?
Dec. 7th, 2003 @ 01:05 pm
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| » frantic again. |
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Yesterday we went to Mylos for the Frantic V gig, once more. Since the other day I'd found out they used one of my photographs from their performance with the Fuzztones for a flyer (which came out pretty bad, notmyfaultnotmyfault), I supposed we'd get in free, but no luck. Is there no communication in this city? I was promised two names on the guestlist by two different people and there was none. fuckityfuck, ok, it was 10 euro after all. The gig was a slight let-down since the Frantic played significantly less than their usual stage time, about two hours only, but were energetic and great as usual. Not so crowded as well, although this one other time I'd seen them live on their own it was packed. wellwell.
Then, at X, i met a bunch of new people. Everyone was very talkative and friendly, I therefore suppose some good e has been circulating lately. "Tell your friend I love her like the lion-tamer loves his tiger." harharhra, that was genius.
( pics inside )
Nov. 30th, 2003 @ 05:11 pm
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Nov. 28th, 2003 @ 09:23 pm
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| » ze leetol peepol. |
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( helen & me )
Nov. 27th, 2003 @ 05:45 pm
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| » i will stop discussing algebraic sex some time soon, i promise. |
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If somebody comes to you and asks you "you want drugs?", what do you tell them?
(drugs work)
I got an A in the algebra midterm, 98.3%!
MUAHAHAHAHAAAAAA
Nov. 26th, 2003 @ 05:10 pm
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I was googling for a "zetem" image (that is, phonetically spelling je t'aimes in greek, for the non-greeks who may wonder) and came up with this:
It's the only "zetem" image online that depicts the actual word, and u know what it stands for?
Das Zentrum fur Technomathematik.
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Algebraic sex hits synchronicity.
Btw, still on the topic, lookie what gigi made for me. Ain't he the sweetest lil thingie?
+ what dearie celibate found the other day was this:
It's an image created entirely by mathematical algorithms. Many more can be found here.
Nov. 26th, 2003 @ 12:40 am
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at some point, i looked around x club tonight, carefully observing everything, and thought: "i should settle down and start a family or sth. this is no longer for me. it has become too boring."
oddly, i had a good time after all. but maybe i have gotta settle down.
Nov. 23rd, 2003 @ 05:41 am
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So around here, every November we have this thing called the Thessaloniki International Film Festival which is a highlight for the city for more than one reasons. To me, the film festival always meant three things: free booze and parties, orgasmic cinema and the start of winter.
Orgasmic Cinema was and is no more. What it was: a three-nighter set of short film screenings, all starting at 1am. The featured films were of great variety. The first year, 2001, there were three categories: woman, sex and violence. There was a three-minute parody of Teletubbies, where the baby-sun was replaced by Bush's head who blew up the rabbits in the familiar teletubby scenery and erected oil wells. There also was a very sweet video for the Butthole Surfers' Hurdy Gurdy Man which depicted a ballet dancer in a forest, edited in a way that her moves were discontinuous and blended in with the on-and-off style of the vocal. There was experimentalism, beautiful colors and caleidoscopic images. And there were rudiculous attempts at movie making like Pie-Eating 101, where the image of a guy throwing up at a pie-eating contest was shown exactly 101 times with different camera attributes (some technical mumbo-jumbo I couldn't get). The audience shouted out the numbers count-down and exploded into manic applause at the last one. Finally over. There was Orgasmic Cinema last year too, not as good but good enough, but this time there's not. There is a Shinya Tsukamoto Spotlight though, and since I haven't even seen Tetsuo, I might be attending this one.
The parties are a weird sight. You've got your average artsy middle-aged directors, with scarfs and long white hair in pony-tails, you've got obese politicians and twenty-something cinephiles mostly in it for the free booze and food, and official visitors that dance around in bad style and strike up conversations with strangers. Last night there was one at Sante bar. We arrived to witness the ground floor mostly full of costumed gentlemen and ladies in those ugly pointy boots that are so in this year showing off imaginative ways of NOT behaving themselves. There were drunk Asian directors trying to chill out in the second floor, people dubiously connected to the industry or the festival who filled large plates with food from the buffet, an incredibly skinny and ugly, but awfully talented belly dancer constantly stalked by a guy with a tambourine and an Iranian director (who made a movie c0re hated) and miscellaneous other tribes represented. We searched for free booze but most had already been sucked dry. There was an old man with long white hair dancing in the second floor, next to some Chinese table. I grabbed a rose and stuck it behind my ear, and a bottle of white wine still intact. The place was a mess, brought down by cultured credible savages. Upon leaving, our loot was four bottles of booze (one martini, one campari, one whiskey and one vodka), four ashtrays and some ornamental bead curtain with peace signs and butterflies in purple and pink. They should have seen it coming.
As for the temperature change, well, this year it didn't. Usually, or at least in my memory, about a week before the film festival we're still in t-shirts during the day and suddenly the festival arrives and I get the flu and search closets for warmer jackets. Alas, this time it's turned cold earlier, but these last few days it seems alright.
In other news, I have a stalker. There's this rudiculous excuse of a person in my Academic Skills class, who wears glasses, still has acne and hair that look like a bush and is completely anti-social, who managed to find my cell phone number through a stupid stupid stupid secretary at the college, and sent me about a hundred (and i'm not exagerrating) smses on Thursday. O yes, and during the lesson he cried. For Bob's sake, leave me alone. He looks like that short kid from south park who's Dr. Chaos' assistant or something. And, predictably enough, he hasn't quit although I have answered none of the messages and calls. I'm choking here, I'm so disgusted that I even avoid answering hidden number phonecalls, which he probably has nothing to do with.
And, finally, I got a sweet bubbly feeling of expectation that tingles at times and assume silly smily expressions unconsciously, and I think that's sometimes called being in love, but I don't want to discuss it, and have an uncontrollable urge to do so at the same time. Slap me now.
Nov. 22nd, 2003 @ 10:33 pm
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