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Name: april zerine Birthday: 4/15/1988 Gender: Female
Interests: foreign films, sex and the city, peter sarsgaard, elle/teen vogue, iced caramel machiatos, clear nail polish, rainstorms, black and white pictures, france, vintage, black tea, funnel cakes, william carlos williams, art, operas, puddle jumping, okkervil river, lemondrops, the shins, audrey hepburn, boys with no money, dinner and a movie dates, art museums, summer, mark rothko paintings, house hunters!, knee highs, chipped nailpolish, concerts. Expertise: writing, butt-slapping, driving with my knees, cutting open pomegranates, air guitar, ruining fifty dollar jeans, russian handshakes, forgetting birthdays/where my keys are/what day it is. oh and i can make ramen. Occupation: Artist Industry: Other
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Member Since:
1/18/2005
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| 1. Do you drink? yes, i drink. and i am also an extremely bad drunk. most people drink to their happy point, but if im in the right mood and with the right crowd of people, ill drink until i cant see straight or something comparatively stupid. but whatever. i have so many good memories completely trashed (among them: tessa completely annihilating her hand in a stair railing on new years eve and me laughing hysterically over a bottle of grape uv, smoking a cigarette with ron burgundy at ripon college while dressed like a complete slut, creeping into the attic in a random house and messing around on top of a bunch of dead ladybugs, thanksgiving eve and trying to appear normal to my mom as i crawled on my hands and knees to the couch), its ridiculous. 2. Do you smoke?
i basically chainsmoke. its how i met the majority of the people i love, which is crazy, if you think about it. like, one day, i was smoking outside of pilllars and met this funny, amazing girl named shannon mortl. two years later she is fucking sleeping on my floor every tuesday night and having my baby like the paul anka song. who knew? but anyway, the point is, i smoke. and i love it. there is something extremely satisfying about driving around at midnight while listening to the roots or ryan adams with the cigarette smoke curling out of the window and into the street.
3. Have you had sex? i have. haha. i for one lost my vcard to someone ive known since the sixth grade. i was seventeen and it was completely awkward and not the least bit...hot. but whatever. it was a random decision i made (literally at midnight), and im glad i made it; i like that i dont have that stigma of love attached to that person. so now, and for the rest of my life, i can say that it was a truly random experience that, weirdly, taught me so, so, so much. since then ive gone on to "do it" with a few random people who have meant nothing in the long run. and also, since then, ive met a really amazing boy who has made the experience, um, hot, and worth the threat of that stigma. just in case you were wondering, lol. 4. What do you think about God?
i think god exists. lowercase g. i think we were put here by someone but who the hells knows who or what? i have a big problem with organized religion and by extension, the idea of god and the place he should have in someone's life. in fact, im going to go out on a limb here and say that god is basically celestial bacteria and we are all the result of it. still, its hard to avoid questions like, if god is nothing but swirling bacteria then, why do people have near-death experiences? what is a soul? what happens when we die? there are so many questions and at nineteen, almost twenty, my questions have yet to be narrowed down to one. so. god. what a tough question. im sure ill be wrestling with that my entire life. in the meantime, im borrowing from siddharta and allah and the pagans and shiva and god and the greeks and creating my own religion bult around my own experiences, questions, and perceptions. that to me, is god. nevermind all of this other bullshit.
5. What's more important, a job that gets you more money or a job that you enjoy? well, coming from very little money, i would say, get a job that gets you money...so you can do the things th
6. What are your thoughts on love?
7. Are you close to your family?
8. How do you handle conflicts and problems that arise in your life?
9. What are you most passionate about?
10. What is the one thing above all others that you must do before you die? | | |
| im wrong im wrong im wrong. im sorry. ill make it right. -me. | | |
| i could drink a case of you and id still be on my feet. oh, i would still be on my feet.
yeah, so what.
-april zerine m. bautista
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| i want to know your plans. and how involved in them i am.
but id rather not ask. its not me being passive-aggressive, its me trying to handle everything the best way i know how, which is to say, not at all.
i am so sorry.
for being so selfish.
-april zerine m. bautista | | |
| ive got this thing going on. with this boy. and he makes me happy.
but sometimes, in the quietest part of my day, when no one is around and im left to my own devices, to hash out all of my insecurities in private, i sit there and wonder when all of these good feelings will stop feeling good. im waiting for the ball to drop. im waiting for the proverbial heartbreak. im waiting to just wake the fuck up from this incredible dream, because drawing it out to the end, right to the point when you can see the sun through your closed eyelids, is cruel.
i dont know what my problem is.
wait. i take that back. i know what it is. im insecure because the last time i allowed myself to be secure, i got fucked. in a big way. in a huge, two month depression way. im afraid that ill have to go through it all over again. it kind of overwhelms me sometimes, knowing that there is an end and it could happen when i least expect. not only that, but it pisses me off, because WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO THINK LIKE THIS?
because when i think like that, i cant stop and enjoy what i have, when i have it. he cant leave me in such a way that ill be okay knowing that he'll call me after school like he does and we'll spend like, three hours smoking and sleeping like we do. he always calls. but ill still always wonder.
i dont know if im justified or not. basically. what im trying to say is.
im kind of an idiot.
-sigh.
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