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all lost at the supermarket (sept 2006)
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"when i step up in the place, ay, you know i step correck. woo-hah, gotcha all in check. i got that head-nod shit that make..."
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Schools:
Grundy Elem School, Attended 1988 - 1995, Class of 1995
Morton Jr High School, Attended 1995 - 1997, Class of 1997
Morton High School, Attended 1997 - 2001, Class of 2001
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Schools (Other):
the university of iowa
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College/University:
University of Iowa, Attended 2001 - 2005, Class of 2005, Bachelor's Degree, English
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Occupation:
freelance web designer + sort of a musician
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Hobbies and Interests:
languages, revolution
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Favorite Books:
le cosmicomiche
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Favorite Movies:
les quatre cents coups
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Favorite Music:
chopin, unwound, gene vincent, prince, hum
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Favorite TV Shows:
looney tunes
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About Me:
when i step up in the place, ay, you know i step correck. woo-hah, gotcha all in check. i got that head-nod shit that make you break your neck, woo-hah! gotcha all in check.
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Who I Want to Meet:
people, preferrably good people.
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Testimonials and Comments for Ryan
in fact, let's discuss it over some russian quaaludes and a smooth merlot?
POW! YOU JUST GOT BLASTED WITH MY PAST-I-FIST!
skeletons. :D
only makes him more charming (and he is
charming, ladies, you'll see). Don't
argue with him about music, you might
end up dead. Don't you just want to run
your fingers through that mop of curls?
climbed to the top of a tree at my
insistence and then plucked a star for
me, but it singed his curls and burned
his hand so he dropped it and then the
world caught on fire, and his best
friends fled to safety, leaving him
perched bird-like on the only tree left
on the burning planet. Then he wrote a
song about his lost friends and it was
so sad that the clouds cried and put
out the flames. Ryan saw the beauty in
the ashes and then showed it to me.
I showed him a story I wrote and he was
nice to me even though it was bad,
which proves he's a good friend and a
bad critic though he is a good writer.
school--he's giggly, bubbly, fun to
gossip with, and goes in for secret
crushes. He likes to say he'll hang
out with me just so that he can blow me
off, and even though I know this, I
can't help myself from calling him.
Damn you, Ryan. Damn you.
scene of casablanca michael curtiz had
to put this wooden crate under his
feet so he would be taller than me. i
thought this was strange since he was
5'11" and i'm 5'2" but i was too
hopped up on shirley temples to ask.
some people might have taken that as a
blow to the ego, but not ryan. he just
lit his cigarette, straightened out
that haughty fedora and kissed me
goodbye the way any movie star ought.
and that's no affectation, ladies, he
really does have that cheeky speech
impediment.
ryan, i think this is the beginning of
a beautiful friendship.
he just might be THE reason to go to iowa.
science... he puts his boot down, he
puts his foot down. then he makes some
love and puts his root down. hehe.
IRL version of him i can hang out and
have fun with. sadly there isnt. D: