francesca harlowlita

Fri, 29 Dec 2006 20:03:23 GMT

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You're Generally Indie. There's nothing wrong with this. You like music all over the map and aren't adversed to listening to some Top 40 here and there. You just know to comment that The Neptunes are the best producers around right now. You don't feel the need to debate constantly with other music geeks, because you know that Pavement were the best band of the 90s.
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Wed, 28 Jun 2006 16:58:34 GMT

hey. i got bored of this livejournal, so now i have a new one called grammarama. i was thinking about grandma sweaters from goodwill and "my humps". but i decided not to delete this one for posterity and because i don't hate myself as much as i did last time i got a new livejournal. neat. whatevs.

suite 401

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 20:23:02 GMT

it certainly is bad luck to put fran on a bed.

Sat, 27 May 2006 03:59:05 GMT

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Fran!

There are now more than 4000 satellites orbiting fran.
Fish travel in schools, but whales travel in fran.
Some people in Malaysia bathe their babies in beer to protect them from fran!
It is bad luck to light three cigarettes with the same fran.
It's bad luck to put fran on a bed!
Franicide is the killing of fran.
American Airlines saved forty thousand dollars a year by eliminating fran from each salad served in first class!
A sixteenth century mathematician lost his nose in a duel over his love for fran, and wore a silver replacement for the rest of his life.
Fran is the smallest of Jupiter's many moons!
Banging your head against fran uses 150 calories an hour.

thank-you, m.i.a., thank-you

Tue, 23 May 2006 01:28:44 GMT

THEY TRY SHUT MY DOOR!

Roger roger do you here me over!!!!
the U.S immigration wont let me in!!!!!
i was mennu work with timber startin this week, but now im doin a Akon "im locked out they wont let me in" im locked out! they wont let me in! Now Im strictly making my album outside the borders!!!! so il see you all one day, for now ill keep reportin from the sidelines
to my people who walk wiv me in the America, dont forget we got the internet! Spread the word! or come get me!!!!!! ill be in my bird flu lab in china! liming and drinkin tiger beer with my pet turtel. I love everyone for the support, now i need it more. ill stay up spread out else where.

Thu, 11 May 2006 21:33:11 GMT

i also think this is pretty neat.
http://www.thephoenix.com/OnTheDownload/PermaLink.aspx?guid=5b133f98-6fd3-4a3d-a972-3b3ab497ede1

Thu, 11 May 2006 20:45:11 GMT

I CAN'T EVEN FUCKING WAIT TO HEAR THE NEW NOUVELLE VAGUE ALBUM.

Sun, 07 May 2006 23:31:39 GMT

"The first Blanks show was at an after-school program for 35 children suffering from ADD. It included a clumsy Prince cover and a sing-along about sharks. One boy stood in the back of the gym and shouted (correctly) 'That ain’t hip-hop!' over and over again. Another blew his clarinet along to the songs."

dear paige,

Wed, 26 Apr 2006 01:56:50 GMT

congratulations on turning seventeen, and happy birthday. you've done a really great job being alive so far, and you're one of my favorite people, and i thought of a really fabulous birthday present for you today and wrote it down so i wouldn't forget, but i tried to write it in spanish in case you read it, but my spanish is so bad you probably won't be able to decipher it.
love,
fran.

Mon, 17 Apr 2006 19:38:55 GMT

Got new gills in her neck, she's growing beautiful new scales on her back, now bark like a dog. She swims like a fish, all through the ocean. All through the ocean. And I don't know you anymore. How could you have come so far through the ocean? Through the ocean. A warrior race wears starfish tonight. Hey. She's growing delicate and cold, under ice. Through the ocean, through the ocean. And I don't know you any more. How could you have come so far, through the ocean? All through the ocean.

She's a long leather whip and a perfect pair of hips. She's a face in the crowd at a show, screaming loud. Still a long way to go, way to go, way to go. She's got a long, long way to go. She's a friend of a friend of the whore next door. She's the mark of the beast in the soles of my feet. Still a long way to go, way to go, way to go.

Winter comes, when she leaves, in a sea of fornication, trying to prove we were wrong. Oh, but I knew you before your legs were sexy: before your eyes turnd such an awful blue.

Tue, 28 Mar 2006 00:54:48 GMT

"let me caress you with my thousand little dolphin fingers."

Fri, 10 Mar 2006 02:37:07 GMT

BlackFranny (9:33:44 PM): but what if dawson is real?
hey piehay (9:33:54 PM): well then we need to get up in that

Mon, 06 Mar 2006 03:35:21 GMT

went to academik decathlon meet, got some medals and shit, fell in heart with a boy. missed alexa and hk.

Tue, 28 Feb 2006 23:56:09 GMT

Heidehauptbuch.

the secret admirer strikes again!

Sat, 25 Feb 2006 08:17:57 GMT

so i made a myspace account for the time nora made me cry at lunch, and, this is actually very upsetting or was until i found sonnet XLIII what lips my lips, i went looking for my copy of the poem that i printed on valentine's day. my mom came home and read it and said she didn't know it, which just isn't true since when i showed her for the first time she started reciting lines from memory, but then i reread it and realized she was right. it isn't the poem from valentine's day because it doesn't mention "unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry." after an intense online search, i found

XLIII

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more., the original poem, and then the title of the one i found on my bed this evening:

I

Thou art not lovelier than lilacs, -- no,
Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair
Than small white single poppies, -- I can bear
Thy beauty; though I bend before thee, though
From left to right, not knowing where to go,
I turn my troubled eyes, nor here nor there
Find any refuge from thee, yet I swear
So has it been with mist, -- with moonlight so.

Like him who day by day unto his draught
Of delicate poison adds him one drop more
Till he may drink unharmed the death of ten,
Even so, inured to beauty, who have quaffed
Each hour more deeply than the hour before,
I drink -- and live -- what has destroyed some men., which neither my mother nor i have any memory of. my conclusion is that my secret admirer must have climbed through my window last night while i was away and left the second poem there for me. i cannot decide whether this was endearing or creepy, and though i suspect the latter, i have to say that i am too curious about where i will find the next poem to really worry!

BlackFranny: my stalker emailed me and implied that he wants to surround himself with me.
samanthakbeane: just say aaron mr. wilson

i think my mom is tripping. we're watching figure skating and she's laughing and cheering really loudly and saying things like "did you see what he just did? that's wild!!!!!!!!!" and she really does have that many exclamation points like in her emails.

Tue, 21 Feb 2006 15:50:18 GMT

i had a really bad dream last night. it was during lunch at school, and we had found a new permanent table sort of near where the sandwich bar is except instead of being trash cans and an open door, it was this nice little alcove with a really long rectangular table in it, like the time thoc went to olive garden. anyway, so i got there after everyone else, and i was sitting near the end closest to the cash registers. nora was sitting at the other head of the table, telling us about ben and weird car trips she used to go on, and mal was to my right, and i think sam was one person away from me to my left. apparently, we suddenyl had enough people sitting with us to utilize such a large table. so then somebody in the middle of the row of about six or eight people says, "hey" to me and this really awkward moment happens because she looks just like alexa, very tan and refreshed. and she sounds just like alexa. and everyone is looking at me like they're expecting me to go crazy, but then i think "wait, alexa's not coming home until july 12." but then again, maybe since i was last to the table everyone else has already been surprised. but paige must have known, right? and then the girl says, "what do you think?" and i tried to act normal and say, "hey. you look good." and she passes me my writing seminar greeting card assignment. one card says "Alexa!" on the front and then on the inside front cover is a really rudimentary drawing of jake allen with hat opposite of which reads "Alexa!". and i say thanks and sam, mostly for my benefit, says "thanks jillian." so even though she looked and sounded like alexa, it was actually jillian tondreau, home from prep school on vacation, bored, and shadowing at hall-dale for a day with no one to sit with at lunch except us. right. i guess this betrays some of my anxieties about alexa coming home.

in other news,
OMGZ JOSH RICHTER!!!!!

ahhhhhh, livejournal

Mon, 13 Feb 2006 23:36:26 GMT

where else to announce my sat scores to the world (my readership (me))? other than the library, i mean.
reading: 800/800
math: 630/800
writing: 750/800
total: 2180/2400
oh, and thanks for the screenshot, mal. i talked to my mom, and she said, "if i gave you one dollar for every point you earned on the sats, that would be a lot of money," and then proceeded to talk about my brother's new car seat.
pip pip tally ho i have to write a million-page paper tonight, among other things.

dear ALEXIS KELLNER BECKER,

Tue, 31 Jan 2006 01:55:34 GMT

i hope i spelled your name correctly. stop. please email me at notzooey@gmail.com in regards to visiting you the week of february 19, because my parents suddenly want to purchase airline tickets. stop.

yours,
frances anne corsano harlow.

you can bet it is a bitch, kid

Mon, 30 Jan 2006 00:58:13 GMT

i'm in such a belle & sebastian mood, which isn't, you know, the best mood to be in. i just watched when harry met sally with my grandma, and i feel like a harryless sally, not be confused with a hairless sally. i think i'm coming down with something. i feel very lightheaded and headachey and so spent from last night's movie marathon. i also have that resignation specific to the fact that the next three weeks before february will be some of the busiest of the year for me just in hush, and i'm sure i'll have something in my other six classes to add to that. i just want the time to have elapsed already. i know i'm going to try really hard and either fail or succeed at accomplishing things, but it doesn't matter which. i want some time to read tom robbins books and female chauvinist pigs. being broke all the time is kind of bumming me out these days. read as: i got into that young writers workshop at simon's rock college of bard, but it's probably not happening because they can't supply enough financial aid. which is fine. i didn't ever actually see myself there or anywhere else, to be honest. there is a bright side, silver lining, whatever. i have a new bedroom to decorate. i want to paint it red, i think. and donate everything i own to charity. gosh, i'm sorry. i guess i came here to complain. oh yeah. i took the SAT on saturday so now i'm finally a woman. i need to see a doctor!

REASONS WHY I LOVE MARTYN DUNIHO

Wed, 25 Jan 2006 00:49:21 GMT

1.
2. "unlike some people i did not spy on me."
3. among other reasons

Thu, 19 Jan 2006 03:53:56 GMT

Nice day for a mood
The forecast is good
The kids are melting in the doorway
Keep the gang together
There's no way will you ever be misunderstood by me

in such a weird, bad mood. spent the half day home. we bought a house today. you can send me mail at 4 wilder st. it'll be nice to have one address again. i've spent so long trying to receive mail at any one of four or five addresses without alerting the school to my living situation. speak of the devil, i'm terrified at the prospect of going to school tomorrow. i have a spectacular zit, and i am too distracted to do my reading for tomorrow. i'm not very devoted, but i try to be sometimes. i think i am going to throw up.

Nice day for a jam
The Fall, Manfred Mann
Dance party, summer lasts forever
When the band's together and Bobby
Drank too much and fell in the Clyde

Mon, 16 Jan 2006 08:03:54 GMT

SWEET AND SOUR CHILD OF MINE
You may recall in the episode where Colonel Principal briefly mentions winning Scudworth’s son, Brian, in last year’s bet. Scudworth asks how Brian is, and the Colonel takes a bite of soup and says “deeeelicious!” Well, in Eric’s first draft of the script, this little joke was much longer, and just as disturbilarious. Here it is in it’s complete, unabridged form:

COLONEL PRINCIPAL: I reckon that means it’s time for our annual wager. What shall I win this year? I still have your first born child from last year’s bet.

SCUDWORTH: You leave Brian out of this! I was thinking loser does the winner’s laundry.

COLONEL PRINCIPAL: Scabworth, you’ve got yourself a deal.

SCUDWORTH: Fine. Now, I’d like to eat my lunch. So, if you don’t mind, amscray! (Scudworth starts eating some soup.)

COLONEL PRINCIPAL: Why, of course. Oh, is that the soup I sent you?

SCUDWORTH: Yes, it is. It’s actually quite good.

COLONEL PRINCIPAL: I’m glad you like it... because it’s cream of Brian!

SCUDWORTH: Nooooooo!

COLONEL PRINCIPAL: I’m just kiddin’. It’s really cream of brains... Brian’s brains!

SCUDWORTH: Nooooooo!

COLONEL PRINCIPAL: Again, I’m just pulling your labcoat. It’s the brains of a cow named Brian.

SCUDWORTH: Oh, thank God.

COLONEL PRINCIPAL: A cow named Brian who ate Brian’s brains!

SCUDWORTH: Nooooooo!

COLONEL PRINCIPAL: I do declare, Pudworth, you are as gullible as the day is long. Brian is safe and enjoying his life in public school.

SCUDWORTH: Public school?!? Noooooooo!

giving you the right idea

Mon, 16 Jan 2006 01:59:37 GMT

can you please watch this
www.kurtandtom.com/
?
it's actually really important.
it's so important that when my neighbors' sporadic wireless internet connection, which i had previously been hijacking, ceased to function, i climbed from my delightfully warm bed and connected my laptop to my own dsl. so you know it's so important for me to give you the right idea.
if you want the right idea, could you try to listen to "outro with bees" by neko case or watch the music video for rufus wainwright's "cigarettes and chocolate milk", a song i evaded until last night even though everyone has loved it forever?

Thu, 12 Jan 2006 02:29:26 GMT

JakeIsOnlyGod (9:15:13 PM): maybe if you smoke enough you'll start to be cool and guys wont think your weird
anyway, we're buying a house in hallowell.
i just returned from the college ready extravaganza. i have to say i'm not ready, but jake allen drew a funny picture of my eyebrows and me.

to quote him, "just a thought"

Mon, 09 Jan 2006 03:21:39 GMT

martyn is a girl's best friend.
fuck them, we're going comic book shopping.
& i made an mp3 of the cure's "killing an arab". finally.