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3000 names for the color formerly known as purple.
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[Aug. 10th, 2005|04:28 pm] |
moi aussi j'ai "googlé" mon "prénom est"...
Noémie est endormie dans un profond sommeil rempli d'énigmes
Noémie est dans tous ses états.
Noémie est allée en Egypte et a ramené des objets
Noémie est synonyme de force, de courage et surtout de chance.
Noémie est dépassée par la situation que rectifie fort heureusement grand-maman.
Noémie est une très belle plante exotique sucrée et épicée.
Noémie est désespérée de constater qu'aucun événement palpitant n'anime
jamais sa vie.
Noémie est actuellement en seconde. (?!)
Noemie est la norme d'échange de données informatiques utilisée par Assurnet.
Noëmie est bien debout sur la caisse de Marché Plus!
mention spéciale: L’Arche de Noémie
...
J'ai visité le Canada, le vrai, celui qui parle anglais. Il y a avait beaucoup de belle-famille, des chiens comme des ewoks, de la bière à 1$. On a dormi dans une tente dans le sous-sol, j'ai passé beaucoup de temps à dire "nice to meet you", et on a regardé les garçons faire des sons avec des instruments de musique dans un genre de grenier où il faisait assez chaud pour faire cuire un oeuf sur un ampli ou une cinbale... Et puis j'ai passé 4 heures dans le train le nez contre les pages de Choke, Pixies dans les oreilles, et je suis revenue.
Interpol le 29 septembre. Last Days ce soir.
(I bake my lover cup cakes. When he dreams about me leaving him, he wakes me up with kisses on my shoulder and then we drink lemonade and read Le Petit Prince together.)
P.S. J'aimerais bien que vous veniez me visiter et on pourrait s'assoir tous les 4 sur le balcon et manger des insectes (en bonbon). |
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[Jan. 11th, 2005|02:28 pm] |
TRADUCTION:
Pour ceux qui ne voudraient/pourraient pas lire en anglais, voici ce que vous avez presque manqué en ne lisant pas l'entry précédente:
J'ai besoin de suggestions pour un nouveau scénario que j'ai à écrire cette session. J'ai besoin de ça:
- un protagoniste. (Humain de préférence. Le reste est libre à vous. Qu'est-ce qu'il fait, de quoi il a l'air, qu'est-ce qu'il aime/déteste, etc.)
- un contexte. (Qu'est-ce qui se passe, l'élément déclancheur, le problème, peu importe...)
J'ai besoin d'être surprise, épatée, fascinée... Je suis pas très difficile à impressionner, règle générale, alors pas de panique. Je veux juste commencer ce scénario à partir de quelque chose à quoi je n'ai pas pensé moi-même.
Alors ne vous gênez pas, suggérez n'importe quoi, même si c'est idiot, même si c'est la première chose qui vous passe par la tête. Même si vous n'avez jamais commenté dans mon journal :) |
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[Jan. 11th, 2005|01:57 pm] |
1. I need a job. Hire me.
2. The fish survived to the Boy. Well so did I, apparently.
3. This is my last day of freedom. Tomorrow is the day I start thinking again.
4. I cut my own hair. It looks like nothing in particular. It looks like a shy excuse for a fringe.
5. This journal is so boring it breaks my heart. Livejournal, you and I are through. Yes, I am breaking up. For once.
6. But before this page kisses my ass goodbye, I need suggestions:
I will have this other/longer screenplay to write this semester. And I feel like an uncreative bitch all of a sudden, except I most probably have always been, and I need this:
- a protagonist. It has to be human. You take it from there. What does it do, look like, hate, etc...
- a plot. What happens, what breaks the lovely peaceful initial situation, what's the twist??
I think I might be able to handle the rest. I just need something to get me started, something unexpected, which can't be one of my own ideas cause I sort of expect them, thus, it needs to come from one of you, geniuses. It can be silly all you like, it doesn't have to make sense, it can be the first thing you think of. I'll sort it all out later.
Don't be shy. This is open to everyone; real life and lj-life friends, strangers, anonymous posters,un-dead people lurking around lj-land (or in the flat)... There is nothing for you to win except maybe my undying love and admiration, or maybe a copy of that hypothetical screenplay after it's finished, if ever I'm proud of it.
AND, it costs NOTHING. (free things are a rare thing. Don't let that opportunity pass you by.)
the end. |
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[Jan. 5th, 2005|11:00 pm] |
ok, listen. I need this song, Dice by Finlay Quaye (feat. Beth Orton). I just cannot seem to find the full version of it anywhere and it pisses me off. So if you happen to know where I could download it from, or if you already have it and would be willing to send it to me, please raise your hand.
Thank you ever so much. |
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[Jan. 2nd, 2005|11:12 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | archive - fuck you | ] |
your head on my pillow, thinking thoughts that have nothing to do with me: a memory that oozes laziness, and I think I used to find that appealing.
What's attractive about second best?
NOTHING.
(exactly)
Somehow it felt right and being used is not all that bad when it comes with gift vouchers.
(Sarcasm kills. don't drink and drive. Maybe it's already January and it's all making sense again.)
I woke up at half past 12 thinking "this is just one more day filled with minutes spent not knowing what you are wearing".
(and I think maybe, I'm not all that bothered.)
...
I am looking forward to several things.
- spending the day tomorrow with A. who is my favorite person in the world.
- buying Garden State tomorrow with the Boy's money.
- Athlete's new album, Wires pt.2, out January 17th.
- Keane's gig in February.
- 200 Cigarettes on telly in 10 minutes.
- Going back to Montreal.
- Renting Napoleon Dynamite.
- Filming something, anything, with new camera.
- fixing things with the Boy like, I don't know, soon. Possibly. Or not.
- having more sushi.
- my jaw fixing itself all by itself.
- buying myself a really cheap and basic and ugly digital camera cause I am broke like you wouldn't believe
- getting my bloody loan, so I can start living again.
- 200 Cigarettes on telly like... NOW. |
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[Dec. 31st, 2004|02:24 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Missy Higgins - Special two | ] |
It's almost over. 2004 has been a good one, a pretty one, turning point-ish, hard on the shoulders (it's the backpack), on the feet (it's the walking with the boots, you know), on the heart (it's all the meeting/leaving/losing/missing/hating/loving of people who are actual people, not just characters from a book).
It's been quite easy on the eyes too, what with all the pretty beaches, harbors, churches, rocks under my shoes, no snow in january, mitten-wearing Brazilian boys in buses, Death Cab with chocolate-giving/photo-taking Marc, South African boy that tasted like sunsets, cherry red-haired girl with strong shoulder for me to cry on and all the words in the world to make everything make sense again.
(tall skinny boy with long hair and tiny gap between front teeth. Except it doesn't feel real anymore)
And movies, so many movies.
2004 sort of was about finding out. Things. Anything. Everything.
I started to collect memories. I left an empty space for 2005. It better be... I don't know.
I'd like to love 2005.
So have a good one, people.
Don't drink and drive. Sarcasm kills. Be special. |
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| bored to death. |
[Dec. 25th, 2004|10:41 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | the perishers - trouble sleeping | ] |
thirteen random things you like:
1. coffee with strangers
2. writing on walls/furniture
3. dead leaves
4. tall boys
5. red wine with coke
6. 2004
7. europe
8. sleeping in the afternoon
9. knowing things
10. getting letters with "By Air" stickers on them
11. draco malfoy
12. singing along to the radio in the car
13. waking up at 4am and thinking "woohoo, 6 hours of sleep left!"
( 12, 11, 10, 9... ) |
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| my windows look into your living room |
[Dec. 21st, 2004|12:35 pm] |
(Well I'd spend all night losing sleep
I'd spend the night and I'd lose my mind)
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Christmas is not there yet but it is killing me already. I wish I could be back in Paris. |
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[Dec. 19th, 2004|08:40 pm] |
SUNDAY
Stitches that keep falling apart, coming off, breaking up.
(10 days. 10 days. 10 days.)
It is not about missing anymore. It is about peace in the world, saving baby mice and patronizing shoe store employees getting shot in the neck by a lost bullet that never really was fired at all.
Fragments of minutes where I actually knew what you smelled like; food shopping on a Monday afternoon; changing channels bare-foot on the couch: Me leaving notes on your front door, yellow post-its with birds that have drum kits in the place of eyes on them.
(When you really look, you start noticing. When you really notice, you start feeling out of place.)
It is most likely about forgetting each other’s phone number actually.
(Basically, it just gives me something to write about.) |
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| that week (or how life itself sucks) |
[Dec. 18th, 2004|01:28 pm] |
SATURDAY
Too many chairs and strangers in dark blue shirts: the end of the world as we know it? I swear I could smell the tension and brain cells burning, running thoughts like spinning plates, you and I strangers now, then, always. (From the other side of the room, my newly improved self. Blind me version 2.0)
I would like you to know that I officially give up (on feeling, on looking through your words like one would through a kaleidoscope, on walking in your shoes in the snow, head full of mountains and not good enough intentions.)
I would like you. (to be that dream version of you I painted on glass doors with magic markers while you sat and read the tv guide to me.)
I would. (go back to that smile that you smiled and I'd close my eyes in time.)
I. (don't know.)
yup. caring is creepy. |
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[Dec. 17th, 2004|11:43 am] |
Quelqu'un sait s'il y a moyen de trouver le scénario original du Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain sur le net??? Où, où, où???
Est-ce que ça se télécharge?? |
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[Dec. 16th, 2004|10:44 pm] |
I actually started working on a new screenplay tonight. For fun.
This, people, is me desperately trying not to think / start essay on Amélie Poulin / start studying for last exam. It is working wonders.
I somehow feel the need to own the O.C. on dvd.
The Life Aquatic comes out soon. That's what I fancy doing on Christmas day, watching that movie.
Garden State comes out on dvd in about 11 days. (woohoo I can almost count it on my fingers)
I'll read books during Christmas break. That and drink a lot.
Tomorrow night will be quite ugly. I know it will be a disaster, but knowing myself, I'll show up anyway.
And, I'll make things much much worse cause I attract trouble like a magnet.
(That and unreliable people.)
Inhale. Exhale. There you go.
"Probably from polar bear village. How do I know??" I obsess over Lost. That's ok. I deal with it.
Dear Sandy Claws. For Christmas this year I would like a nice life, please.
(and if that's asking too much, I'd settle for a camera. Cheers.) |
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[Dec. 13th, 2004|10:10 pm] |
énonciation, intertextualité, brisure de fiction, déconstructions narratives, plan américain, champ contrechamp, plongée, réflexivité, espace filmique, travelling, jump cut, plan séquence, déconstruction de mythes, figures, identification, direction du regard... blah blah.
"Je suis plus capable d'exister!" 21h52
(...je m'ennuie.) |
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| shark food pt.27 1/2 |
[Dec. 11th, 2004|12:42 pm] |
I don't really fancy finishing that essay, no.
It's just a person, get real.
blah blah... blah.
God, I feel so old.
I need a camera.
(Last night we stood on the balcony wearing big coats and pjs, smoking cigarettes and gazing at the "orangeness" of the air, catching snow flakes with our hands for our mouths were busy making noises. I wanted to stay on that balcony until the day I stop feeling altogether.)
I dropped my laptop, I burned a plastic bag and I destroyed a girl's expensive make-up kit thingy. That was yesterday. I don't know, is that foreshadowing something? |
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[Dec. 10th, 2004|04:35 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | keren ann - chelsea burns | ] |
"There's never enough time to do all the nothing you want", said Calvin.
Bored to death. This semester needs to finish soon.
Peter Greenaway is killing me.
Wong Kar-Wai is love. Go watch In the Mood for Love.
Nevermind. I am starving.
Razorlight January 11th anyone???
"That's the difference between me and the rest of the world. Happiness isn't good enough for me. I demand EUPHORIA!", said Calvin. |
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| 2 beers later |
[Dec. 6th, 2004|10:56 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | oasis - d'you know what I mean | ] |
I'm glad I didn't name it.
(because you spelled it all wrong)
you are my biggest disappointment. |
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| and then it stops. |
[Dec. 6th, 2004|10:24 am] |
| [ | music |
| | spin doctors on mix96 | ] |
Officially back on the market. |
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| non-anniversaire. |
[Dec. 5th, 2004|02:59 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Beth Orton - she cries your name | ] |
-Fausse fête hier.
-maman-papa + fondue + vin + gâteau = joyeuse fausse fête.
-nouvelle couverture en plumes, blanche avec fourmies noires imprimées partout. IKEA is love.
-présenté le Garçon a maman-papa après hésitation intense de ma part. Mais ça a été parce qu'il est adorable, bon.
-présenté ans-lily a maman-papa sans hésitation de la part de personne. Ça a été parce que c'est le destin.
-The Shining.
-bière en quantité industrielle, plus de place dans le frigo.
-antibiotiques à 4h30am.
-radio/cadran truc déclanché pour une raison X à 6am alors que même pas sur Power. Volume à 40. Crise cardiaque générale.
-rien à déclarer. Scénario terminé, maman-papa partis. Chocolat. CHOCOLAT. c.h.o.c.o.l.a.t. choc-o-lat. |
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