Maxwell Stands Alone

aftertheschism @ 2009-01-04T21:15:00

2009-01-05T01:17:28Z

I couldn't be happier.
Simply couldn't be happier.

...Fellow Ozians, I have transferred to the new blog.

http://aftertheschism.wordpress.com

From now on, I will blog/journal/photojournal from there. Please stop by! Add it to your bookmarks.

It'll be public, so maybe less lascivious and personal? Thank goodness.

Happy New Year.

aftertheschism @ 2008-12-15T23:14:00

2008-12-16T03:16:19Z

alright I'm on johnson avenue in san luis obispo
and I'm five years old or six maybe.
and indications there's something wrong with our new house
trip down the wire twice daily
I'm in the living room watching the watergate hearings
while my step father yells at my mother.
launches a glass across the room, straight at her head
and I dash upstairs to take cover.
lean in close to my little record player on the floor.
...so this is what the volume knob's for.

I listen to dance music.
dance music.

ok so look I'm seventeen years old,
and you're the last best thing I've got going.
but then the special secret sickness starts to eat through you.
what am I supposed to do?
no way of knowing,
so I follow you down your twisting alleyways,
find a few cul-de-sacs of my own.
there's only one place where this road ever ends up,
and I don't want to die alone.
let me down, let me down, let me down gently.
when the police come to get me

I'm listening to dance music.
dance music.

aftertheschism @ 2008-11-25T06:12:00

2008-11-25T10:13:32Z

No suspensions after 'Kick a Ginger Day' incites problems

aftertheschism @ 2008-09-15T22:36:00

2008-09-16T01:55:03Z

DISTRACTION FROM THE BAD STUFF!

I can't choose which to be for Halloween:

More ideas on the way. Suggest.

aftertheschism @ 2008-09-11T00:32:00

2008-09-11T03:33:49Z

I am not gay and I am not straight and I am not bisexual.

I am not fat and I am not thin and I am not average.

I am not smart and I am not dumb and I am not common.

I am not fake and I am not natural and I am not posing.

I am only aware of what I am not.

aftertheschism @ 2008-08-10T22:22:00

2008-08-11T01:21:34Z

Tomorrow morning: MAC!

The training begins.

aftertheschism @ 2008-06-08T16:14:00

2008-06-08T19:23:29Z

I'm going to start doing this, just for my own records. You can read them/interpret them if you want.

I remember being in a mall and having long, bright blonde hair. I was playing with it in the reflection of a store window, talking about how it ended it a curl just past my collarbones with my mom. At one point, I realized it was extensions, and she asked me if they were glued or clipped in. I reached back to feel them and there were only two, clipped in behind my ears. I turned to mom and told her this, and I didn't understand how nobody had noticed because my hair was too short otherwise. The more I touched them and thought about them, the more obvious it became that the hair was fake. I remember saying to her, "it's going to be so disappointing when I wake up and realize I don't have long hair OR extensions. I hate that." So despite knowing I was dreaming, I didn't take advantage of the lucidity. A bit of a waste, especially in such a superficial dream.

aftertheschism @ 2008-06-03T17:08:00

2008-06-03T20:14:27Z

...And then click here. It won't embed.

Same character, am I right?

aftertheschism @ 2008-05-08T00:05:00

2008-05-07T22:19:52Z

Watching Danish TV is how I've been trying to teach myself a little bit more Danish, and I've just seen Cashmere Mafia (with subtitles) for the first time. The show is pretty awful (once you've had Sex and the City, you never go back) and the actresses are just unnecessarily beautiful. They constantly look as if they're posing for a photoshoot, not a single hair out of place. It makes them terrifying and unrelatable, save for this one godlike exception:

Miranda Otto.

How have I lived without you until this moment? I mean, aside from as Eowyn.

She's the Cameron and Kate dream woman. Maybe if she were 20 years younger... Or maybe not.

aftertheschism @ 2008-05-07T17:44:00

2008-05-07T16:13:05Z

I am in Denmark, at last!

I am so in love with this country.

If you don't have anything better to do, check out the flickr thing I got for the trip.

mfmcgrory told me that I should write about what I'm doing, seeing, experiencing, etc. here in Daneland, but I don't even know how to describe it. What I'm doing is sitting in my hostel, but what I did was wander downtown on the bus (which is free) to the Arhus tourist information centre (which is confusing) and through a mall there (which was amazing). As a bit of an aside, the fashion here is just... I mean, I love all of it. Think American Apparel, but affordable, and everyone wears either chucks or flats. So many bright colours, especially vibrant tights and skirts. On top of that, they're all blond and the men are gorgeous. I've never fit in so well. To look at me, you'd think I lived here.

What I've seen is a cornucopia of bicycles, buses and trains, but very few cars. There are more people on bikes than walking, and so the streets are very well-paved. I've seen the botanical gardens that are three blocks from my hostel, where there are little ponds full of minnows. I've seen some confused tourists from Ontario that helped me figure out how to get downtown and were glad to have someone to speak English too. I even helped them translate something on their map, which made me feel proud.

I've also seen the Danish H&M store, and I've seen my wallet cry. I'm going back there tomorrow to buy more than just an (awesome) bag. Backpacks are awkward to carry. I've seen two lesbian couples kissing on the street, because, of course, it's totally legal and accepted and normal here. Nobody but me even glanced at them. It made me so happy.

I've experienced massive sleep-deprivation, resulting in 14 hours of coma-like rest last night after watching a British talk show wherein this flamboyant host in a silver scarf interviewed John Waters about blowjobs and I got a bit of culture shock over the lack of censorship. I love Europe. Love love love. I've experienced what it's like to live off nothing but Haribo gummy bears. I did buy myself a cucumber, though. For eating.

I brought my webcam. Maybe I'll make a video for the next entry. You can see how haggard I look. And it's easier to talk than type. The words can't come out fast enough.

But seriously. Danish H&M. If you walked in, you would think of me.

aftertheschism @ 2008-05-04T22:57:00

2008-05-05T01:59:44Z

In 24 hours, I'll be in Arhus.

I am so, so, so, so, soso excited.

aftertheschism @ 2007-12-17T00:35:00

2007-12-17T04:36:37Z

Look what I made:

kate leth dot com

Does anyone know how I can add comments to that?

aftertheschism @ 2007-08-02T20:02:00

2007-08-02T23:03:54Z

That's my update for today.

aftertheschism @ 2007-04-25T21:13:00

2007-04-26T00:15:00Z

Welcome to the new journal, lovelies. Comment! Be added! It is so simple.