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sonnet #52 de monsieur shake-shaft
So am I as the rich whose blessèd key
Can bring him to his sweet up-lockèd treasure,
The which he will not every hour survey,
For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure.
Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare,
Since, seldom coming, in that long year set,
Like stones of worth they thinly placèd are,
Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
So is the time that keeps you as my chest,
Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide,
To make some special instant special-blest
By new unfolding his imprisoned pride.
Blessèd are you whose worthiness gives scope,
Being had to triumph, being lacked to hope.
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06 mai 2006 @ 11:17 . . .
i hate that i have to make such a post as this.
but, get with the pro-gram, mes chers. i move-ed.

>> [info]locksmithy

i meeess some of you who may in turn be missing out.

pee ess/edit :: and what you'll be missing out on i think is pretty much what's going on be-low. ha-yuk.

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22 avr 2006 @ 13:42 that in gold clasps locks in the golden story
RIP little [info]jojofaerie, it's been grand.
i created this place 2002-05-12 at 17:04:07, and now tis time to move onward.
thanks to everyone who's met me through this crazy site, come to know me through this, my first lj and hung around.

i don't know when this week i'll get around to properly rejoining communities and adding everyone back, so please be patient with me and feel free to add...

>> [info]locksmithy

new email too ~ buccaneer.sonneteer(at)gmail.com

ta, loves
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17 avr 2006 @ 22:05 just call me dreadless mc-gee.
if music be the food of love, play on: all my little words :: magnetic fields (in m'head)
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achtung! :: if you're seeing this post, you are not currently in attendence at brandeis and therefore you are sworn to super-secrecy as the following photos are for your eyes only, so that i can make a sneakysneaky grand en-trance in a week 'pon my return to school. (unlocked on 4/28)

you see on saturday (4/15), i cut my dreadlocks off.

*gasp* yep. i never ever thought i'd see the day i'd be making such a post, but here we are. i thought about it and freaked out about it muchly beforehand, and i've never felt prettier in my life, by golly. thanks so much for all the support i've received in my 6 years of dreadery, much of it coming from you fine folk. in fact, if you've only known me on lj or since 2002 (when i got this here journal), you've never known me any other way. so it's been a blast, and this may be my last or near to it post in this livejournal as with this transition i'm going to be moving activity elsewhere. so stay tuned. and now ~ pictures.


*be-fore (from my one-last-huzzah-with-the-hair shoot that you'll be seeing much more from, some were with me only wearing ze locks in the woods! scandale!)


*and af-ter (my twenties are going to be everso 1920's, i prophecize)

>> ( see mo' )
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10 avr 2006 @ 23:22 . . .
in other news...
my favourite library nook/carrel (sp?) has had its graffiti attemptedly scrubbed off.
no more virginity survey. pfft.

or my freshman inkings of 'ahavah' like the good ivritspeakin crunchy chick i was.
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ofanim be my speed
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10 avr 2006 @ 16:17 . . .
la madame-quoi-selle est: *pop*
y'like my locks?
take 'em in good and long the next time you see me.
this pondering of the chopping is perhaps getting serious.
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09 avr 2006 @ 01:24 . . .
if music be the food of love, play on: crazy for this lady?! in my head, appropriately
as of tonight i have received twenty-three e-love letters from a man on the internet who only knows me from one of my random site profiles. i have never responded to these notes i get pseudo-regularly, from anywhere between several times a week to perhaps a month apart ever since last october. every single note seems unperturbed by the lack of response and without reference to my silence. they are short, misspellt and occasionally clumsily lurid. sometimes he just tells me what he's up to. "making a dear skin suit" or "going to meditate at a budhist monastary." he has regularly invited me to build a tipi on his land in woodstock, NY.

i'm a little frightened that when i receive new email from him...i don't really react anymore.
i also wonder if i should be flattered, or merely note this delusionally devoted behaviour i get now and again. boop.
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08 avr 2006 @ 03:59 . . .
la madame-quoi-selle est: how is it not yet sunday?
if music be the food of love, play on: grad ventilation talking to itself
tuesday night >> i was driven home by a bran van driver at 1 AM that was in fact wearing a banana suit. it turned out 6 hours of working and reading purgatorio in the library did not have me hallucinating. he also seemed to know me/my name, i apologized and asked how. he said, "oh, you know. duct tape...rocky horror?"

tonight >> during the spring rocky horror show an elderly lady in the audience said, "aw, honey you better take that tape off of you in the shower." i assured her i was an old hand. i double side my X's, thank you very much.


p.s. a gallery guard at the fogg made me cry this afternoon.
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02 avr 2006 @ 23:34 . . .
if music be the food of love, play on: broken social scene (m'first listen-through)
sheryl told me i needed an intervention. i don't want it to come to that. so i think i should just confess...

this week i have been binging on:
stage makeup
curry
improv
crushing

and to-day i dipped back into that horrible habit...
music piracy.

heh heh. madonna's complete discography what? alas, i'm using my ol' dell for this business, and it has only 5g left on it. so that'll have to wait. 80g powerbook, how i long to...ab/use you better. soon my sweet. mr. mike-k i need mac osx torrent help eventuallement.

time for dante comma baby

p.s. i have ridiculous amounts of space on my ipod and haven't got-ten new music in aeons. everyone recommend a band + an album of theirs you think i don't have but should. i am not hip enough, help me i'm bombarded by mtv U when i'm in the gym!
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(on the face) idiomatique ivrit
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01 avr 2006 @ 20:52 . . .
if music be the food of love, play on: ella fitzgerald
i am a forgetful girl. i should remember that i am a sometimes-hypochondriac. perhaps i subconsciously believe i am going to die of a terrible untreated ailment. i have a mysterious bug bite on my ankle and two inches below it is swollen with who knows what allergy reaction or too cute too biting lady shoes all week did me in. i'm scared of summer because that's when the mosquitoes come and that's when my scary big allergic reactions to them do too. i'm overheated and a bit out of it. i not-so secretly suspect i was bit by the big black ants, i've spotted three in my grad to-day. part of me knows i am not dying of an allergic reaction and reminds the other me that my foot/ankle doesn't even hurt. but i'm working myself up anyway. i wonder when i'll call my mother and let her know i'm panicking myself.

when i'm tired i feel like i have a fever. i have been half dressed most of the day. i seem capable of only wearing pants or a shirt by themself.

macbeth ended last night. my shiner never looked better in act 1 scene 2. and my hecate butterfly cheeks leave me looking artistically rouged, and rather like i have two week old/healed black eyes today. i was in heaven half the time backstage and in the green room, the other half was rather gds high schol theater PTSD flashback-y. then i got caught somewhere between the past and the present and then i went onstage again to yell. i went to joseph's two for brunch with the sweet peeps this morning, i haven't been there since the most negative experience i've ever had with regards to my dreads a year+ ago. it was uneventful with regards to harassment but wonderful with regards to the one-day-professor company. we'll teach at shanu u. hannasthesia. i dressed like a hungover movie star. maybe i am one. maybe that's why i'm rambling. i think i like being overheated as much as being nauseated.

on thursday i did shots of pepto bismol with powerade on the green in front of the library. today i lost the measuring cup and was swigging it in the kitchen straight like it was a flask.

last night i went to a midnight shabbas dinner without underwear on.
one of you knew that line was coming.
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26 mar 2006 @ 12:12 . . .
:: telling morning-zombie secrets.
weekday mornings i get up usually an hour before i have to be anywhere, and by that i mean 15 minutes before i'm actually due wherever there is. with my eyelashes and my hood and my sunglasses on.

on weekends i sleep until 11 or noon at the earliest. i slept until 1pm yesterday. i think i get the most/best writing done on weekend 'mornings' before i've changed out of my pajamas, before i've had anything except coffee, before i've showered, before i've left the apartment. perhaps i'm in my element as the ugly-morning-cretin, the hermit. i believe only one person has every interacted with this beast. it seems to be a rare time-space-coninuum version of me that doesn't happen at home/port, dc.


this week: seeing/meet-ink alix olson, alice in wonderland party behaviour darting out of every available door, delusionally tired = super cheap date, no drinks required! my mum's veeseet + chillaxin' with all my advisors (ha, calm, right), paintin' my nekkid friends into teenage mutant ninja turtles (stoled keara links, though i'm not yet in any photos posted, i forget whose camera got me in compromising butt-painty and latex trimming from the naughty-bits positions), macbeth run-through's w/ paparazzi outbursts, watching the 1961 'parent trap' while puttering about yesterday was really surreal and full of nostalgia-blah, and last night featured a hot date with my mum's shrink-crew at an avant garde food sculpture-esque trendy restaurant where we were served our main course at 10:30. me and the fogies were definitely barely up for all that. 'lady is a tramp' was a very apt first song to listen to yester-morn.

p.s. i like retro adverts too much.
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21 mar 2006 @ 17:04 . . .
la madame-quoi-selle est: aol circa 97-esque
:: mon petit univers is vastly improved by the fact that now, when i receive an email in thunderbird, my powerbook (which i am only properly getting acquainted with this past week) plays...
>> this sound wav, not so ironically...to get my attention.
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21 mar 2006 @ 12:32 . . .
:: this is what i'll look like later to-day.


i am full of nothing
save
loathing
for all my dead
-lines.

fuck you march.


p.s. what will i do with my mumsy whilst i paint hot naked co-eds for liquid latex on thursday afternoon? oh, issues.
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19 mar 2006 @ 12:12 . . .
la madame-quoi-selle est: my po' feets. i'm not barbie.
hooray for other people's photos of the junior senior formal (last night) already up on the scandalweb, so i can continue laundry-ing and read-ing and writ-ing like whoa. more of this glamour bomb-bombardment forthcoming.

[info]redlily's splendid pictures:
one = (my current fav of me looking tipped with one of my escort-sirs)
two = with my ever shootafah ivrit!

ladies in red = m'suitelady [info]hottveganlovah et moi.


the preparations for my mum's visit this week have begun. anyone who missed my st. mummy back in november that wants to experience the lazarot invasion need only ask, or attend western canon on thursday.
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the opera-house stray
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17 mar 2006 @ 11:38 . . .
if music be the food of love, play on: telly
oh, AMC.
i'm catching a bit of, 'phone call from a stranger.'
and i think life is better with shirtless men in black and white, doctors who smoke, iron lungs and epic film scores.

love isn't a frail little fancy, my friends.


i was a seamstress for a spell last night, hemming and sewing things for formal. oh yes, i meant to say that i won't be attending the boston zine fair after all this year, as i didn't have enough time to copy and bind (hand-sew rather!) my 2nd zinelet, 'hot date.' but i'll make some next week for snail mail trades and also be mailing/distributing a few of last year's 'niblet' out to folks who never got one...

have i mentioned i have 2 fabulous sirs to escort me to formal? i believe the universe knew it owed me for the 3 proms i attended with groups of (mostly) female friends. h'anyway. off to the admissions center to chat up prospies.
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cuppa botox - kitten?
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15 mar 2006 @ 19:00 red, red, wiiine...
i'm a fan after a very long wednesday. ooh yeah. i <3 you cabernet sauvignyum.

i'm going to go chase after my attention span, now.
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14 mar 2006 @ 01:47 incohat-ed. hat!
if music be the food of love, play on: bzzz
deliriousdelirious
ohmygodi'mnotgoingtosurvivetomorrow
contrarytopopularbeliefupdatinglivejournalisnotgettingthefiveorsohoursofsleepisodesperatelyneed
spacebarsareforquitters
sleepisforweinersandiamaweiner

iwassosleepywalkinghomeearlieriforgotihadmyipodonandithoughti'dsetoffsomealarmwhenigotintomygrad
ohishouldn'tbeallowedonmycomputerlikethis,thisisprobablyworsethanadrunkpost
thisiswhyjojoisbestservedwith12hoursofsleepinhersystem,notfiveandadayfrombusybusyhellandaflightfromdctoboston!


6 hours later or so/morning edit :: i now realize that yesterday was a 20 bloody hour day. hence the uh...yeah.
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10 mar 2006 @ 13:21 . . .
i'm going (to) home(port), dc in a few hours for the weekend + monday, for my mother's peace center conference at georgetown university and i believe my father is conducting a concert saturday night.
basically my parents are bloody overachievers. sheesh.

i'll be hermited away studying and working towards my 75 bjillion march deadlines during the weekend-days, so this will be a really bizarre highly scheduled weekend of workaholism and fancyfolk/fine dining combined. poor me.

hey western canon/art history II kids? take ocd notes for me on mononday? if a few of you do it, i can pool them all together to get the transcripty goodness i so desperately desire.


p.s. i seem to be only able to juggle writing profusely OR painting crazily (well) during a one-week span. this seems to be a painting week. poor poetrees.
p.p.s. i left a lecture on Bernini yesterday fanning myself. oh my.
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06 mar 2006 @ 18:15 . . .
if music be the food of love, play on: 40 days and 40 nights on the telly
:: oh...fuck. i'm a zine sweatshop again.

off-campus housing options are swell.

my professors behaved like they were five or high today.
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bad porcelain
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03 mar 2006 @ 14:53 . . .
i'm going to go be a lady in cambridge (MA) now.
maybe buy some heels, a broach and tits. i'm only barely joking about the last.

i'm bringing a book to reread, a journal in which to write what i've been scared to write about and a scarf that winds.

O!
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28 fév 2006 @ 11:30 rule britannia
la madame-quoi-selle est: hard boiled egg.
:: hullo. pip pip.

i got into the UNH study abroad at university of cambridge, england summer program. so that means i'll be there july somethink through august somethink (fi' weeks) this coming sunny season.

so what that really means is you british lj folk better watch out for an invaaasion! there shallst be tea parties and then some. i want to hang out under giant toadstools with miss eowyn, paint spectrums under my peepers once more to slamdance about with a kinky monkey, and have a stripey scary monster ball with an unseelie beastling. (who else is possible to veeseet? leylohfaerie?) i just have to figure out how much free time i will in fact have to run away and how tightly under university-arrest my program is. i'll be taking two smashing english courses. my first two choices were Dickens and 20th century poetry. my 2nd choices were 'Shakespeare's contemporaries' and a class just on Joyce's Ulysses. boop. (i'll soon find out i assume which i shall be taking)

angleterre ~ eng of land ~ l'excitement abounds! i haven't been there since '01, whence i was in a europe-travel-tour-summer mahoo. but that was oxfording, the land of Carroll. i spose i have to go get yelled out now by a certain monsieur k.k. for going to the "wrong" oxbridge school this time 'round...
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i drank poison for you
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