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Susan Jane Phelan


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Gender: Female
Status: Swinger
Age: 20
Sign: Virgo

Signup Date: 12/14/2004

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17 Jul 09 Friday 

Do not be afraid. You cannot be afraid. Your arms are wrapped around. Do not be afraid. There's nothing to do. And the claps your hands resound. Do not be afraid. Do you feel really afraid? Your feet they map the ground. Do not be afraid. It's not being afraid. You'll have night visions. Do not be afraid of not being afraid. Your window when it's jostled. Do not be afraid. Do not be afraid. We'll spend time. Do not be afraid. To go. Around friends. Over and over. Do not be afraid. We'll spend time in the mountains.
 
     The biblical story of Jezebel is only a few sentences long. It seems that she and her husband, King Ahab, were accused of practicing idolatry by a young right-winger named Jehu, who had designs on the throne. Earlier, Ahab had acquired by devious means some real estate belonging to a neighbor, and Jezebel was said to have sparked a rumor that led to the neighbor's death. Ahab, a Hebrew, was king of northern Israel; Jezebel was the daughter of a king and queen of Phoenicia. Being a foreigner, she didn't wholeheartedly worship the god of the Jews, which may have led to the "idolatry" charges, but aside from loyally supporting her husband in his suspect land deal, she apparently had been as properly behaved as, say, Queen Elizabeth.
     Then, there was a curious and fatal episode. The ambitious Jehu, having secretly murdered Jezebel's son (Ahab, in the meantime, had died in battle), came riding up to the palace. When Jezebel heard of his unscheduled visit, she, according to Scripture, "painted her face and tired her head and looked out a window." Another translation had her painting her "eyes" and "arranging her hair." In any case, there she was, freshly groomed, looking out at the Hebrew rebel, when he incited "two of three eunuchs" to "throw her down." "Her blood spattered on the wall," according to the gory old Bible, and Jehu left her in the courtyard for the dogs to eat while he went inside and helped himself to the wine. After a few flagons, he must have felt a prick of guilt because he ordered his flunkies to go bury her, but by that time the mutts had left nothing but "her skull, her feet, and the palms of her hands."
03 May 09 Sunday 
Do you ever try to see things differently?

Stuff you see everyday but changed.

I stand on tables, hang off of chairs, look at rooms upside down, imagine walking on ceilings, lie on the floor, and sleep in unusual places.

There is still more to know.
21 Jul 08 Monday 

Current mood:  optimistic
     My mom woke me up this morning and told me I had to do some banking so I was up a few hours earlier than usual and feeling weird. I went and did my banking but then I didn't feel like going home yet. On a whim, I went to Target. I wasted time looking at housewares and cameras and thinking about at this time last year I was on a road trip, preparing to move out of my parents into my first apartment, and getting ready to start university. It doesn't feel that far away and yet it also feels like a million years ago. Things have changed so much; I've changed so much. After a while, I started thinking about autumn and, of course, Hallowe'en. I felt the strangest tug of nostalgia and in the super low air conditioning I could almost convince myself it was October except that this October, I'll be across the ocean, no doubt freezing. Of course, my faux-October evaporated when I stepped out into the blistering Florida summer heat.

      I decided to go to Jo-Ann's Fabrics just to see if they had anything worth buying (I was also probably still in the Hallowe'en state of mind because around Hallowe'en, Jo-Ann's is like heaven). On the left side of the store, they had already placed out some autumnal decorations. I walked over and was once again overcome with the nostalgic longing for autumn. I actually started crying a little bit as I looked at boughs of red and orange leaves, pumpkins fashioned out of wicker, and signs saying things like, "Our Harvest Home." The end of the autumn decorations lead me to the scrapbooking section which brought me back to date when I saw one of those pre-packaged decal kits filled with things about London. I bought one (and some ribbon, which is one of my weird obsessons).

     When I got back to my car, I saw that this weird vintage car had parked next to me. So, of course I Polaroided it.


     I was driving home when I saw the Salvation Army and thought about some stories people have told me about finding treasure troves of old Polaroids or expired film (which had yet to happen to me). Traffic was rather heavy and I thought, "I only go if the road clears for me to turn." It did. I walked into the Salvation Army and looked at all the odds and ends and had a laugh about a ghost mug before slowly finding the cameras (next to the kitchen utensils of all places). As I walked up, a little girl was playing with a camera, pretending to take photos of things. I walked over and she asked me how to work it. I told her it probably needed film but she was doing it right otherwise then I picked up a Polaroid 600 and told her that it was probably what she really wanted. There were three of them there and one even had a pack of film. They were $12.99. When I opened up the Polaroid to show her she gasped in amazement and quickly starting pretending to take photo graphs of everything. She ran to her nana to ask it she could have the camera. I overheard the woman tell her no even as the little girl said she could send her mommy things. When she came back she asked me where I had picked it up and then put it back. She explained that her nana wouldn't let her get it. She wasn't sad for long and she continued to point things out to me ("This is for scooping cake up!" "That's a birdhouse!") Soon her nana called her back and I continued browsing. I had kind of planned to buy the camera with the film if only to keep the film and sell the camera on eBay or something. I mean, it was the price of one pack of film. I approached the register and an idea formed in my head. I paid for the camera and film and then sought out the little girl and her nana. When I found them, I stood in front of their cart and said, "Hi." The woman regarded me suspiciously so I quickly said, "I just bought this and I was wondering if it would be okay for me to give it to her?" The woman looked very surprised and only nodded. I smiled as I gave the little girl the camera and said, as in explaination, "I just think everyone needs a Polaroid in the their life." They both thanked me and as I was walking out the door I heard the little girl tell her nana that she had been talking to me about the cameras and the woman saying to her granddaughter that it was very nice as her voice was choked up with tears. I barely made it out of the parking lot before I started crying. Great heaving sobs of complete happiness. My mom called and after hearing my voice she asked if anything was wrong. I told her I was just happy and she said it didn't sound like it. I told her I was driving and couldn't talk. When I hung up, I started to cry harder. It's completely inconsequential in the grand scheme, but Polaroids are one of my top three favorite things ever and now I have shared that with a little girl. I'm not stupid enough to think that that camera will change her life or anything ridiculous like that but I am stupid (and emotional and strange and and and) to know that giving that little girl a Polaroid will, and has, changed my life. I keep wondering how much of it was coincidence. I mean, if I hadn't gone on to Target and Jo-Ann's or if I only went to one or if traffic hadn't let me go to Salvation Army, would this have happened? Unlikely. Is it part of some greater plan of the universe? I don't know. I do know that I could've kept the camera and sold it on eBay and invested in money but since I gave it away I feel like I have invested in myself and God, I feel richer than ever.
Currently listening:
Jimmy Eat World
By Jimmy Eat World
Release date: 2001-07-24
27 Jun 08 Friday 

Current mood:  awake
In general, some things you may not know about me:

I stay up much too late. I auto-refresh on youtube. I brush too hard. I'd rather bake a cake than study for a final. I have meaningful conversations with my cat. I am bloody horrible at mathematics. I hate complainers and love to complain. I like to get lost in cities just to prove that I can find my way home again. I dislike Atlanta but love Little Five Points. I write down quotes I like from books in the journal Jesse gave me. I can listen to the same music track on repeat for hours. I, without exception, cry everytime I hear/watch the news. I dislike radishes but I don't mind the ones I grew in my vegetable garden. I once survived a summer eating only mushrooms. When I don't feel like shopping for groceries, I eat all of the almonds in the house. I keep all of the polaroids I take. I fall asleep almost immediately upon boarding planes. I like my little brother best when we're playing in the snow together. The older I get, the more little kids seem to like me. Tom Robbins has made me watch to hitch-hike the rest of my days. I don't want to ever have a hometown. I don't want to settle. I don't ever see myself in a monogamous relationship. I don't watch most of the videos on my sub feed. I am probably the only NF who hates wynflete and songsfromahat. I miss Buchia and Molly more than I let on. I like the way sunburn feels and looks. I compulsively check my email. I like to tie my tennis shoes super tight. I appreciate novelty socks a little too much. I have been completely unsuccessful in growing flowers but I am crazy good at growing vegetables. I want to live in a tree house. I talk too much or too little. I'm afriad I'm insane.  I don't like to go too long without being hugged. I hate sand. I am the Queen of Google. I am probably a music elitist. I love school house rock! I don't want to meet the love of my life at school, in the grocer's, or in a church. I worry that I take myself and my beliefs too seriously (e.g. I let bugs bite me because I don't want the bad karma of killing them). I want to adopt children partially because I'm afraid of passing on my disease even though the doctors say it isn't hereditary. I think writing books is the sexiest profession there is. I still want to have a student-teacher relationship. I've come to terms with the fact that I will never look back fondly on high school and I'm okay with it. I believe in everything; nothing is sacred. I believe in nothing; everything is sacred. I wish I could dance. I like to sing and dance in my car. I worry that my friends don't know just how much I love them. I don't want to die of old age or disease; I want to die on my own terms or live forever. I like being eighteen a lot. I would kiss the first boy I ever kissed again but then I would remember how he lied and slap him. I miss the old meebo days. I desperately want to try hang gliding. I give up things (meat, alcohol, caffeine) just to prove to myself that I can. It always surprises and bothers me when people confess that before they really knew me, they thought I was a total bitch. Often when I stand still in a quiet place, I imagine what it would be like to be killed by a nuclear explosion. I have bitten my cat. I'm glad we've moved around a lot when I was a child because I think it made me more capable to adapt to change as an adult but I'm afraid my kids won't feel that way. I fall in love quickly and frequently but I'm learning to not be hurt by it. I miss getting letters from Aaron. I wish I owned a helicopter. I love Melissa more than she knows for always, always, always putting up with me. I really am the tooth nazi. The worst part of a treatment for me isn't getting my IV put in or even sitting in a hospital room for two days, it's the feeling of the IV coming out at the end. That, or the side effects. I don't regret the crazy stuff I've done but I wish I had spent less money doing it. I have a secret that only four people in the world know. I'm afraid I'll like England so much that I won't want to come back or that I'll not like it at all. I frequently think I was born too early or too late. I like older men. I used to collect sugar packets. I could see myself living with likeminded individuals in a commune. I don't want to grow up because I don't want to stop growing. I'm ashamed of the things I did when I was politically-minded. When I look at photos of Paris, I feel a certain je ne sais quoi in my tummy and I want to go back. I regret choosing UF. I would like a job but I'd work for free at something I like. I dislike driving at night. I hold grudges for a long time. I'm too honest. I like menstruating because it makes me feel normal. I try not to have serious conversations at night because I tend to say more than I should the later it gets. I remake myself all of the time. I like my names. My feet stopped growing ten years ago. I liked being blind because my parents paid more attention to me. I worry that Luke will grow up to be a jerk. I keep too many journals. I want to publish a tell-all biography that leaves out the boring bits. I keep everything anyone makes me. I love precipitation.

I don't know why I did this.

Currently listening:
All Around My Hat
By Steeleye Span
Release date: 2007-05-21
10 Jun 08 Tuesday 
27 May 08 Tuesday 

Category: Art and Photography
20 Apr 08 Sunday 
I smoke to die.

Thank you, John Green.
07 Apr 08 Monday 
That is all.
02 Apr 08 Wednesday 

Hey David Sedaris - Why Don’t You Just Go Ahead and Suck It?

First of all, let me start by saying that I am a Davd Sedaris fan. Everybody is a David Sedaris fan, which is part of the reason I hate him so much. People who are as universally beloved as David Sedaris are, in my opinion, highly suspect. After all, how can so many people love you if you are not, on some level, a total shithead?

I would feel much better about David Sedaris if he would occasionally throw a telephone at somebody. That’s the kind of behavior I have grown accustomed to from the celebrated, and it would greatly relieve to me know that David Sedaris is capable of such lawlessness. A perfect target: fellow memoirist and Nazi hunter Elie Wiesel. How incredible would that be? Thurber Comic Award Winner hurling telephone at octogenarian Nobel Laureate? Awesome. Even better, it would provide both of them reams of material for future memoirs. In the business world, we call that "win win."

But no. Instead, we can expect David Sedaris to continue puttering through his quiet life trolling Parisian cafes and bookstores, jotting down the occasional bon mot for his adoring American public. All of it so idyllic, so comfortably bohemian. So fucking perfect. Which is why I say:

Hey David Sedaris – why don’t you just go ahead and suck it?

Geniuses are the worst. If you are at all like me, you believe that geniuses were put on this earth to rub your nose in the stink of your own mediocrity. Honestly, is humanity really served by geniuses? Yes they contribute to arts and sciences and, in David Sedaris’s case, literature. But ultimately, don’t they take far more than they give? By simply existing, aren’t they robbing the rest of us of the illusion of our potential greatness? Sedaris writes bestselling book after book, which only goes to prove time and time again that you are not. Doesn’t that make you feel bad about yourself? If it doesn’t, trust me, it should.

Perhaps you think my antipathy is based on nothing more than good old-fashioned jealousy. You would be right to think this. After all, David Sedaris is living the kind of sophisticated, glittering life I always envisioned for myself, minus the homosexuality. So how did it fall his way, and not mine? After all, we have so much in common. I too grew up in a highly dysfunctional family. I too have kept a diary my entire life (although I prefer the word "Journal," because mine is bound in human skin). I too worked as a housecleaner (not true) and a Macy’s elf (also not true). So, given all these amazing similarities, how is it that David Sedaris is winning various honors and I am doing commercials for Sierra Mist? Which is why I say again:

Hey David Sedaris – why don’t you just go ahead and suck it?

It’s important to me than when you read the words "David Sedaris, suck it," that you understand that it’s not actually directed at David Sedaris the person, but more the idea of David Sedaris – all of those diminuitive comedic memoirists out there selling millions of books and living in Paris with their boyfriend Hugh. Now, perhaps the idea of David Sedaris coincides pretty closely to the actual David Sedaris but only because he’s leading a very specific kind of life which I feel like is designed to make people think worse of me. Is this narcissistic? On his part, yes.

Lest you think I only feel this way about David Sedaris, I don’t. Wes Anderson, you can go ahead and suck it, too. And so can you, Jonathon Safran Foer. I’d love to go to a dinner party with all of those guys and listen to them talk about how great they are. Except they wouldn’t. They would probably be humble and complimentary of everybody else. Chances are, nobody would even throw a telephone at anybody else, unless it was me throwing the phone, which I would probably do out of frustration and self-loathing. Who would I throw it at? Myself.

(Can you throw a telephone at yourself? I suppose you could if you used the cord as a kind of bungee cord and whipped the receiver out and then caught it against your forehead. That’s probably what I would do. And then I would lie about it, and in a few years, I would find the incident relayed in one of their books or movies, only it would be painted in much more interesting colors than what actually took place.)

I hope that David Sedaris is, on some level, a total shithead. Otherwise I will have a hard time claiming him for humanity. Because in the end, aren’t we all shitheads, even the geniuses among us? I like to think so. But just in case he isn’t, let me say for the final time:

Hey David Sedaris – why don’t you just go ahead and suck it?


Michael Ian Black said all of this. I just laughed at it.

03 Feb 08 Sunday 
29 Jan 08 Tuesday 
14 Jan 08 Monday 
Today I am a sprout and cheese sandwich with a cup of earl grey.

What are you?
28 Dec 07 Friday 

Current mood:  accomplished
I bake cakes like this:
Currently listening:
The Velvet Underground
By The Velvet Underground
Release date: 07 May, 1996
10 Dec 07 Monday 

Current mood:  hopeful
I need people for a couple of short things I will be uploading to my youtube in hope so getting featured (lol, yeah right).

1. THE ANTI-CYBER BULLYING INFOMERCIAL.

The youtube user thebottlerocket123 has been leaving me RIDICULOUS comments on my videos and in the spirit of the ones paid for by the government (you know, "If you wouldn't say it to someone's face, why say it online?" ones) I'm going to make one. It'll be short. Basically you'll either be yourself or thebottlerocket123. And I'll kick your ass with shakespearean insults.

2. BUNNY AND TIGRE MUSIC VIDEO.

Basically I need a good lookin' guy who can pretend to be hooking up bass in his car and a posse of girls who are willing to dress gangster.

So, if you're interested, let me know.
17 Sep 07 Monday 
I've decided I love it here.
Well, I love it here right now.
I am sitting on a bench in Plaza of the Americas.
The sun is setting.
The wind is blowing.
The leaves are falling.
It's quite nice and kind of what I imaged College Would Be Like.
Only not really because I always imagined going to college in the northeast.

But it's nice for Florida.
Really.