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[24 Jun 2007|01:00am]
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[15 Jun 2007|12:07am]
new cellphone - 815-954-0963
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[19 May 2007|10:08pm]
to do list
1. be a rap star (myspace.com/blakegardnermusic)
2. write my novel
3. write my childrens book
4. save lots of money
5. visit kelsey in china
6. farm
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[27 Apr 2007|04:22pm]
AAAAAAAH.
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[11 Apr 2007|01:52am]
sidenote: before you turn your cellphone off for the day, remember to tell your roomate where the dog is.
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[10 Apr 2007|10:40am]
recipe for a day off:

turn off cellphone, unplug clocks, cover the clock in the car with a gum wrapper. stay away from computers. dont think about school. go for walks. practice spanish. play with dog.
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[04 Apr 2007|03:36pm]
whys it always gotta escalate
into an escapade
in my escalade?

chillin like an eskimo
down in kokomo
i got ice to make.

by blake gardner
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[02 Apr 2007|01:48am]


this is my new dog. i got him friday march 30th. somebody dumped on the side of the road to die and in a series of events, he came into my life. now we are best friends for life. his name is wrigley.
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[27 Mar 2007|04:54pm]
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[25 Mar 2007|11:32pm]
my main complaint with facebook is that it isnt honest enough. my news feed should read like this:

"Matt McMahan requested friendship with Katherine Ufkin, but she rejected him."

and

"11 of your friends changed their pictures/status for 43rd time this month."

and

"Nobody has written on your wall today."



instead its too much like my mom, who says things like,

"i made a friend today."
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[23 Mar 2007|12:33am]
definitely stayed up all night reading sartre before writing a rock hard book report. then i went to four consecutive classes, dinner, and work until 11pm. all thanks to rockstar juice. rockstar juice is magical, and so much better on your stomach than coffee. and i downloaded the new cloud cult, and im seeing explosions in the sky wednesday with p-trizzle harms in chicago. and i got in a sweet argument today with my art history professor over whether or not dragons existed. this weekend i am finishing a painting and starting my next painting, which will be a sweet unicorn jumping though clouds and a rainbow. awesome awesome awesome. awesome.
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[18 Mar 2007|06:14pm]
"Cloud Cult records in a geothermally-powered studio, prints its CDs on recycled materials, donates 100 percent of its after-expenses profit to environmental charities and makes environmental information available at its shows.

Brad Minowa, Cloud Cult's mastermind, organic farmer and founder of the Earthology record label, wouldn't make music any other way. But Cloud Cult doesn't make the kind of "all one love let's jam together" schlock. Cloud Cult's brand-spankin' new CD, Advice from the Hungry Hippopotamus, has a little bit of everything. It would be entirely appropriate to call it epic, even, despite the dippy name. But what else would be expected from the band that Minnesota Music Awards nominated "2004 Artist of the Year" along with Prince and Paul Westerberg?" [Eugene Weekly]
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[17 Mar 2007|05:04am]
for eighteen years i lived without a roomate until i left for college. even more, i hated it when people were in my room. but in high school i became fascinated by peoples rooms. i wanted to stare at their rooms for hours and analyze their little pieces with them in there with me. i used to stare at my parents bedroom and try to make sense of all of it.

my freshman and sophomore year i lived with one other person, a different person in each year. now my apartment is connected with two other rooms to create the impression that i have eleven other roomates, and we treat the three apartments like they are our house. there are twelve of us, and two constant visitors makes fourteen. we eat meals together, we go to sleep together, and we stare at the television together.

this summer for the first time in four years i am going to have my own room, and i am scared to death of having my own room. i want people to sleep next to me and eat next to me and invade my personal space every chance they get. i want people to never leave me alone. i want to fight everyone and then figure it out with them.

i have wasted too much of my life in my room alone, and now i am grasping in every direction to make up for lost time.

and if people feel like i am pushing them away, i am. its because im still learning. im sorry. im just thinking, thats all.
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[13 Mar 2007|04:13pm]

this is texas
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[09 Mar 2007|02:39am]
300 is what i want all movies to be like

but terminator 2 is still better
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[07 Mar 2007|09:07pm]
my reccomended reading of the month is leaves of grass by walt whitman
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[07 Mar 2007|12:22pm]
if i could sum up the past two weeks, its this: i do not want to grow up and be an adult. and i am okay with running from it.
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[27 Feb 2007|02:07pm]

i did this in art history
you can print it out and color it
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[26 Feb 2007|03:36am]
there is a man that comes through the drive-thru where i work almost every night i work, almost always about fifteen minutes before we close. he is a well groomed man in a nice car, with neatly combed hair and a suit coat. and i asked him one night, are on your way to work? and he replied with a smile no, just got done putting the kids to bed. and since then some nights i ask, just get done putting the kids to bed? and he smiles. and i wonder where he goes after that.

some nights i imagine he turns around and goes back home to his wife and they kiss and she brushes her teeth and goes to bed early and he watches some college basketball in his plain white t-shirt before he goes to bed too.

or some nights i imagine he keeps on driving, and listens to a cd his friend from work recommended, or maybe some eric clapton or sports radio. and he drives around all night, for a good two or three hours, just driving around neighborhoods before he goes home. and his wife is sitting at home awake and being quiet to not wake the kids and she is reading a book or trying to figure out the internet before she goes to bed too.

and i think about how some nights i just want to drive around for no reason late at night and listen to music in my car and think about how empty the roads are, and i wonder if i will grow up to be this man, or if a lot of us will grow up to be this man

and i wonder how that goes, putting the kids to bed. i wonder if he goes in their rooms and tells them a story he made up or reads a small book. and then once that is done he leaves the room and walks out the door and gets into his car and drives away
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[23 Feb 2007|12:22pm]
to further emphasize my previous point:
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