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    Thursday, June 1st, 2006
    11:28 am
    Tomorrow, June 2nd, I'm back in Florida. There can then be much celebrating and nashing of teeth.
    Friday, May 26th, 2006
    12:46 pm
    What am I really doing here? I don't think this is it at all. And if it is, I can't tell at this moment. I haven't had any good luck here so far; in fact, I've had nhing but bad luck. Maybe I'm not meant to be a professional artist. I definately know that I wasn't meant to be loved. Meghan's going to be in Arizona all summer, maybe even until the next year. Maybe I'd like it in Arizona, or Memphis, or wherever else we might possibly end up. I'd miss my folks, but Kamm'll be in Germany and I don't know who else would be three and a half hours away for me to miss. My house is no longer my house. I don't know if I have a home right now.

    I could get a job in Arizona, and paint on the side. Figure things out for a while. See something different. Have some time to myself... but what if it's just like this again? What if everywhere I go there will be a Bud and a SCAD and a Laura and maybe even a Paul, and a large piece of paper that someone's gonna make me drivle on? Cigarettes to be smoked, booze to be drunk, men to be fucked, hearts to be pissed on, beaches to fall in love with...

    I would give anything to go back. I would give anything to have not fucked this all up.
    Monday, May 15th, 2006
    11:37 am
    You used to play my thigh like a piano
    Lift me up real high below you
    And you would lick the salt from my heart
    But I tell you, these cuts are longer than they are deep

    And I still take down the moon
    Put it in my canoe
    And lick it like your lips

    In my dead skin I'm holding lanterns
    They fill with my blood and sand
    You find peace in my virgin parameters
    You like the lighting with this pillow over my head

    And I still take down the moon
    Put it in my canoe
    And lick it like your lips

    And now I can't kiss my father on the mouth
    And I can't take this man with eyes like the south
    I can't rip myself open any wider
    I can't keep from killing your image for much longer

    So I'll still take down the moon
    Put it in my canoe
    And lick it like your lips
    Thursday, April 6th, 2006
    8:19 am
    There is a Hole
    Hung over, uprepared, uncreative, uncertain, and you can still cut our hands on my heart. The minute I give it away, it seems, it suddenly becomes a dangerous weapon. I've always used it though. I wielded it. My sword, my chalic my wand and my pentacle and my justice for what people have done. Now all I can blame is myself. I'd rather blame myself than anyone else. Perhaps my naivite has finally defeated me, but I can't believe that this was a mistake. I can't call you and -interval man. You aren't him. He would have never made the effort, but sometimes I wish I could slice your face open with the edge of my pain and pretend you are just like everyone else. Everyone else is feeling me slip. I feel myself turning into an ugly person. I'm someone I never wanted to be. It's disgusting really. Goddamn I'm hungover. Goddamn I'm hurt. Goddamn I want to go back back back to before, when you were just the kid late to class and not my type. When I was happy with my paintings and no one else could make me so happy. I don't think he'll ever own any of them; they would rebel. They would never stay ont he wall. They would become dirty and warped and the corners would curl because you took me. Because even they couldn't hold my heart without getting knicked after you. After you, I am everyone else. everyone else.

    Current Mood: melancholy
    Wednesday, February 15th, 2006
    10:58 am
    Old Poem I found
    Sometimes I find old poems tha I have written and actually kind like after a few years. Certain parts, at least.


    His head was on fire
    Licking flames the stem in me
    And my eyes were reeking
    Battling the perfume that filled them supplely

    He was crystalline
    And cobwebs stroked his blue pallor
    But I drew myself back
    Prisms might not hold every colour

    Sinking into his image
    I was discovered to by his gaze
    That he was sturdy
    But that his heart constantly prays

    You pound on my head
    Your boots heavy and weighting my skull
    And were I as a Lady
    I'd rip out the statue that you built me to pull


    Passion at first sight
    The eyes have imaginations like galaxies
    I was only on fire
    But this nightangel's torch will take leave to relax me
    Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005
    12:35 am
    Wednesday, I'm home, bitches. You all owe me birthday dinner. Yessssssssssss.

    Current Music: click click click
    Saturday, November 5th, 2005
    7:18 pm
    Very Very sick. Ew.
    Tuesday, October 11th, 2005
    5:59 pm
    " every drop of ink on this sheet is a drop of hate staining my soul "

    Too funny
    Monday, October 3rd, 2005
    9:23 pm
    Things are going more smoothly now. I've made some neat friends, though I'm sure I've offended them all into hating me. I like my classes a bit more now, thought the work is still overwhelming. and I'm officially coming home on the 28th through the 30th, so batboy people: you besta be good. That's all I gotta say.

    The weekend before that my roomate's gonna be out of town, so if any of you want to come visit, let me know and I'll get you a thingame and you can come on down (well, up).

    Apparently I have a slight southern accent. Who knew.
    Thursday, September 15th, 2005
    9:13 pm
    I kinda want to come home. This is not my home. Why am I not happy here? I was supposed to be happy here.

    Maybe I was happy there, but just didn't know it.

    Current Mood: disappointed
    Wednesday, August 24th, 2005
    1:28 pm
    Original Sinsuality
    Little Amsterdam
    Icicle
    Goodbye Pisces
    China
    Spark
    Siren

    And Dream Of Sheep (Kate Bush cover)
    Moonshadow (Cat Stevens cover)

    Mother
    Sugar
    Jamaica Inn
    Strange
    The Beekeeper

    1st Encore

    Bells For Her
    Putting The Damage On

    2nd Encore

    Apollo's Frock
    Hey Jupiter


    Why wasn't I at this show!? Best setlist ever!
    Saturday, August 20th, 2005
    4:45 pm
    Song-things
    Six songs that you are currently digging... no matter the genre, whether they have words or even if they're any good but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the artist and the song in your LiveJournal along with your six songs. Then tag six other people to see what they're listening to.

    1) Sleater-Kinney - "Buy Her Candy"
    2) Yann Tiersen and Shannon Wright - "Pale White"
    3) Regina Spektor - "Oedipus"
    4) The New Pornographers - "Fire in the Streets"
    5) Rilo Kiley - "The Good that Won't Come Out"
    6) Tori Amos - "Take to the Sky"

    Uh... I tag you all! Hahahahaha
    Sunday, June 26th, 2005
    8:10 pm
    Yeah, me too.
    Your name:
    Where did we meet?:
    Take a stab at my middle name?:
    How long have you known me?:
    Do I smoke?:
    Do I believe in God?:
    What was your first impression of me upon meeting?:
    Color of my eyes?:
    Do I have any siblings?:
    What's one of my favorite things to do?:
    Do you remember one of the first things I said to you?:
    What's my favorite type of music?:
    What is the best feature about me?:
    Am I shy or outgoing?:
    Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules?:
    Any special talents?:
    Would you consider me a friend?:
    If there was one good nickname for me, what would it be?:
    What's your favorite memory of me?:
    AND
    If you and I were stranded on a deserted island, what would I bring?
    Wednesday, May 18th, 2005
    11:19 am
    50 Question Questionaire
    1. What is your name?
    Elaine. My first name is Alma. But I go by Elaine, because few can argue that it is definately more attractive than Alma. Online I'm usually Elsma, which is a weird little pseudonym I devised about four years ago.

    2. What color underwear are you wearing now?
    Light Purply lilac-y color. You can see then through the large hole in my ass.

    3. What are you listening to right now?
    A lawn mower outside?

    4. What are the last 2 digits of your phone number?
    49

    5. What was the last thing you ate?
    A piece of gum. Cinamon. Mmm.

    6. If you were a crayon what color would you be?
    Uh... fire-engine red? Maybe? Then I just think of that part from My First Mister and go "ewww." So we'll leave this as an "I don't know," just to be safe.

    7. How is the weather right now?
    Unbelievably HOT.

    8. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
    Chelsea, I think.

    9. The first thing you notice about the opposite/same(if your gay) sex?
    I guess that, like anyone, I notice physical appearances. If they are attractive to me or not. But I always factor in movement into that attractiveness -- I guess from thirteen years of dancing. But not so much grace, as just their mannerisms. I try to get a bit more of their personality from that, and from how they talk, usually. So, those three: phsyical, manneral, and vocal qualities.

    10. Favorite Food?
    God. I don't know. Garlic, if you would count that as a food (I eat it as a food, so why not?)

    11. Favorite Drink?
    I guess water. I always feel best after drinking water. Coffee's at a close second out fo necessity more than fondness.

    12. Favorite Alcoholic Drink?
    I'm weird -- I actually like beer. But I guess other than that I do like rum and coke.

    13. Favorite place to shop?
    Dlea Markets

    14. Hair color:
    Bright Red. Rather blotchily dyed. Next I'm thinking red, blonde and brown. Oh yeah.

    15. Eye Color:
    Green usually. They get a bit greyish-hazel at times.

    16. Do you wear contacts?
    No. My vision's good. Although I do look good in glasses

    17. Top or Bottom?
    -blush- Depends. If I'm a little bit bored I might take the top to get it over with. If I'm not in a hurry, the bottom. I'm not terribly creative, so I won't try and make it sound like I'm constantly in more positions than that.

    18. favorite month?
    I like May and December. My own reasons why.

    19. Favorite Fast Food?
    When I ate fast food, there was a place called Mac's that I'd always go to.

    20. Last Movie you Watched?
    A movie called "Proof". Nothing like the play. I didn't watch all of it, though.

    21. Favorite Day of the Year?
    Uh.... January 46th.

    22. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
    Depends on the person. If they're really shy, I might take the opposing position. Vise versa, though.

    23. Summer or Winter?
    Both?

    24. Hugs or Kisses?
    Hmmmm, sometimes hugs are very awkward and not terribly satisfying. But then sometimes kisses can be a bit tiresome. I'll have to go with a slap on the ass.


    25. Chocolate or Vanilla?
    Vanilla. Makes me less thirsty afterwards... and too much chocolate is just... too much sometimes.

    26. Do you want your friends to respond back?
    What's there to respond to, exactly?

    27. Who is most likely to respond?
    The person who figures out what there is to respond to?

    28. Who is least likely to respond?
    The person as ignorant to the response-worthiness of this entry as I?

    29. What books are you reading?
    Anais Nin's Children of the Albatross, which I'm taking forever to read. And then I'm starting Lolita, which is aparently the story of my life (which worries me deeply).

    30. favorite TV Show?
    I don't really have a favorite. Ones that I watch the most are the X-Files reruns and... oh snap! I used to loooove the Tribe.

    31. What's on your mouse pad?
    Purple

    32. Favorite board game?
    Chess, because I'm reeeally funny when I lose.

    33. What did you do last night?
    Worked on a piece some, mostly just deciding what color to make the background, trying out different things. And I was at the dance studio until ninish.

    34. Favorite Author?
    I do like Neil Gaiman, as pulp-fantasy as he may be. I have to say I really relate toa lot fo the things Anais Nin writes about. And then I do love ee cummings, William Blake and Emily Dickenson. Arundhati Roy's a fucking genius.

    35. Who inspires you?
    I'm never inspired as much as enraged. That's what gets me going, makes me do things differently and work harder. Sometimes I'm just genuinely in awe of people, usually artists and performers, and am thus inspired.

    36. Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn?
    Plain, actually.

    37. Dogs or cats?
    If I had to pick, it'd be cat. Less maintanence. I'm just not an animal person, though.

    38. Favorite Flower?
    Hmm... Whisteria is always really funky and uplifting to me.

    39. What do you say when you wake up in the A.M.?
    Whyyyy am I giving birth to an antelope and having a foursome with one person I've actually slept with, one person I would never sleep with and one person that doesn't actually exist?


    40. Do you still talk to your best friends from middle school?
    Not that much. Sometimes, though.

    41. What's on your desk?
    Um... a telephone, iron pills, a candybar rapper, a hair clip, scissors, all computor-related mail such-and-suchs. Markers, two floppy disks, a calender and an assortment of crap left over from the garage sale.

    42. Rock Concert or symphony?
    Depends on what's playing. Usually I'd say rock concert, but I do like asome classical music.

    43. Play or Opera?
    Play. No opera, please.

    44. Have you ever fired a gun?
    No. I don't like guns, but I feel like at one point in my life I shoudl fire one, just so I can look at everything from that point of view as well as from my own.

    45. Do you like to travel by plane?
    Yes, unless it's for more than four hours.

    46. Right-handed or Left-handed?
    Right

    47. Smooth or Chunky Peanut Butter?
    Smooth. Easier to spread.

    48. How many pillows do you sleep with?
    ONe.

    49. City and State you were born?
    Gainesville, Florida

    50. Ever hitchhiked?
    Nope.
    Friday, May 13th, 2005
    9:32 am
    Since I'll be a Georgian this Fall


    You Know You're From Georgia When...


    Sweet tea is THE drink. No questions.

    When a waitress asks what you want to drink and you say Coke, she asks "What kind?"

    "Ya'll" is a word.

    Atlanta is known as "The City."

    You know the difference between a hillbilly, a redneck, and a Southerner.

    The one way to be killed in .5 seconds is to talk about somebody's mama or talk bad to somebody's mama.

    Krispy Kreme dounuts are the only kind of dounuts you eat.

    Fried chicken is a major part of your diet.

    When the Goverment started telling people to stock up on duck tape, you were waaaaaaaaaay ahead of them.

    You walk into someone's house and people are sitting around smoking what they call "the garden"

    On one side of the road there's Wal-Mart and on the other is a cotton field

    You greet people with"Howdy, Whachu doin?"

    You know what a 'dawg' is.

    You know people who consider a six pack and a bug zapper quality entertainment.

    The directions to your house include "turn off the paved road."

    Your dog and your wallet are both on chains.

    You still call the refrigerator the "icebox".

    You call it a cold Christmas if you don't break out in a sweat in your new sweater.

    Your whole town completely shuts down for 1 inch of snow or just the threat of snow

    You know at least three streets named "Peachtree"

    You don't know anyone who drinks Pepsi.

    The last thing you want to do is give another driver the finger... unless your car is armored, your trigger finger is itchy and your AK-47 has a full clip.

    It is not a shopping cart, it is a buggy.

    People actually grow, eat and like okra!

    You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Georgia.








    Exciting. I can't wait.
    Thursday, May 5th, 2005
    8:32 pm
    So fu-fu-fucking sick of the woooooooorld. I want to kill everything right now. Stupid people. Stupid cops and stupid wires and stupid tests and stupid fiberglass. ANHFDSINASA

    Current Mood: aggravated
    Current Music: Regina Spektor - Ode to Divorce
    Monday, April 18th, 2005
    9:38 pm
    woot

    Alma Elaine Shoaf's Aliases



    Your movie star name: Apple Henry

    Your fashion designer name is Alma Nice

    Your socialite name is Shoafer Zimbabwe!

    Your fly girl / guy name is A Sho

    Your detective name is Birdy Eastside

    Your barfly name is Apple Vodka

    Your soap opera name is Elaine Seventh

    Your rock star name is Toffee My Respectability

    Your star wars name is Almrud Sholuc

    Your punk rock band name is The Blah Keyboardduster


    Sunday, April 3rd, 2005
    1:41 am
    As the semester comes to a close, I have discovered something very important. No matter how much good you think you've done, none of it matters in the face of someting bad, or stupid, or anything but goodagain.

    I wasn't hugged for a whole minute. I wasn't cried with. His mother gave me the most disgusted look I've ever recieved. And I don't know what to do. Now I don't know how to feel.

    I don't think I'll miss it.
    Wednesday, March 16th, 2005
    6:26 am
    Rip Van Winkle
    So, I guess I've been okay. I still don't know for sure if I'm going to Savannah. We can't sell our goddamn mother fucking piece of shit house. I still can't clean it, either. I wish my parents had made me move early in life, before I felt older than eighty and less like doing something with my life and more like sleeping until I die, so that I'd know how to move. I'm bad at leaving things behind.

    I don't feel terribly appreciated. I guess I should. I feel like there is something integrally wrong with me; a reason why it keeps happening. Then I think that I should decide it right now: I should be alone for the rest of my life. But that's so ridiculous. I'm eighteen, and I'm deciding my fucking life? And it's useless, because I'm also thinking that I will never paint again, and that most certainly will not be the case. I'm a cadmium addict (and I'm too lazy to fix). I should just be like the rest of the world. Not care. I should be like they were, they are, I suppose. They're only a little bit dead, and only to me.

    It wouldn't make sense if I didn't get into SoY. But I suppose to the cosmos it does.

    Current Mood: rejected
    Current Music: NPR
    Monday, February 28th, 2005
    6:05 pm
    1. Reply with your name and I will write something about you.

    2. I will then tell what song reminds me of you.

    3. Next, I will tell you what FOOD you remind me of.

    4. Last, i will try to name a single word that best describes you.

    5. Post this in your journal


    heh
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