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[06 Aug 2008|03:04am]
silent night, moonlit night
nothing's changed,
nothing is right.
i should be stronger than weeping alone
you should be weaker than sending me home
i can't stop you fighting to sleep -
sleep in heavenly peace.

(play pee pee castle)

music is my hot hot sex [29 May 2008|01:56am]
when i was four, i wanted a princess sparkles doll. in my relentless strife to acquire said doll, i partook in a scratch fight with my friend and fellow YMCA indian princess, meredith. it was her doll, her house, her seemingly sparkle-life that i coveted. she ultimately had longer claws, so she won. i can still remember my mom dabbing pink lotion on my chest and neck, and tugging on my little mermaid shirt. the shirt featured arial on a rock, her red hair flowing down her back, singing. the picture was outlined in a thin layer of silver glitter pen, only it was the classy 80's kind. not necessarily the kind you apply yourself, a la the modern day equivalent of a bedazzler. at any rate, i accordingly adopted the mermaid's bitchin' lifestyle, sans singing. or at least, singing in public.

ever since my fateful demise, i've been attracted to shiny things. i wanted a metal detector at a young age, and was convinced i would unearth some sacred pirate booty on the beach. now, i just buy shiny things and am attracted to sequined tank tops at express and diamond encrusted bulova watches and shiny plates from the urban outfitters clearance section at northpark. in my four year-old mind, shiny equaled fabulous, and the sick ritual of perpetually caving into these twisted blinging desires has resulted in relentless, sick shopping sprees of epic, disgusting proportion. i rationalize them in various ways, but the fact remains... even when i'm eying the nordstroms monster shoe sale and attaching sexy pink heels to my feet for a few glorious moments, i'm still that little girl in the little mermaid shirt, wanting to be princess sparkles with the light up headband-bow attached to my head. go figure.

(play pee pee castle)

maybe if i lay low, love will fall around my door [12 May 2008|03:01am]
this is reminiscent of googlism:

1) Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search:
"leslie needs to bare a little more in order for her talent to shine"
(which, by the by, was a comment about leslie feist :])

2) Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:
"leslie looks like she is having too much fun"

3) Type in "[your name] likes" in Google search:
"leslie likes to tease me, and sometimes i take it to heart but can't say no"

4) Type in "[your name] says" in Google search:
"leslie says goodbye to cigarettes"

5) Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search:
"leslie wants to be interviewed and documented"

6) Type in "[your name] does" in Google search:
"leslie does lil wayne"

7) Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search:
"leslie hates having allergies, dammit"

8) Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search:
"leslie goes to kindergarten in september"

9) Type in "[your name] loves" in Google search:
"leslie loves them on flickr"

10) Type in "[your name] has" in Google search:
"leslie has temporarily withdrawn from the business management of the six magazines which she has controlled for a number of years"

in truth:
1) leslie needs: sleep, that beautiful michael kors purse, a pedicure, and a big spoon.
2) leslie looks: like sleepy hell.
3) leslie likes: kissing people after the bars close, point blank, and always will.
4) leslie says: "i know, right?" and "seriously" way too often.
5) leslie wants: whillock to change her grade from a "b" to an "a."
6) leslie does: like her 100 calorie packs and magnificent new cocktail concoction.
7) leslie hates: that she has physical therapy three times a week until forever.
8) leslie goes: to spiral diner like three times a week, and sometimes more.
9) leslie loves: spring/summer weather & falling asleep to perfectly fitting music.
10) leslie has: to wake up in 5 hours and is staying up for absolutely no reason.

(play pee pee castle)

[30 Mar 2008|11:42pm]
[ mood | discontent ]

i wish that i believed in faith
i wish i didn't sleep so late.

i'm tired of pretending it's all a big joke.

(play pee pee castle)

bronchial gross [05 Feb 2008|07:27am]
my chest makes the creepy noises and i drinks the hot teas.

if you ever have to sleep sitting up, swallow a gallon of hydrocodone-filled cough syrup prior to trying it, as chances are that you will pass out and wake up in the middle of the night set on finding your old copy of the sims, but settling for an online 240 cut triangle jigsaw puzzle of a puppy on the beach. true stories.

(1 sneaky snake | play pee pee castle)

i never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop i loved so much [08 Jan 2008|01:59am]
[ mood | sick ]

all of the while,
i never knew...
all of the while,
it was you.

do yourself a favor, and listen to "coffee shop" by landon pigg while you're spooning to sleep. it's one of the most disgustingly cute things you can do with your significant other or significant whatever or drunken stranger. although i haven't played the "let's spoon with a total drunken stranger" game since the old days of dorm life at texas state, i don't think.

whatevz, just do it.

so i've decided this is one of those times in my life that i'm going to reflect on, and either absolutely adore or absolutely hate. only in hindsight will i be able so say. until then, i'm just floating.

i don't have any nyquil or dayquil or the like, and i feel like my nose is going to explode. is it wrong to take hydrocodone? i don't think i entirely care. my knee is still screwed up until further notice (wooo another MONTH of PT), and i'm choosing to rationalize taking a pain killer to knock me out. after all... i'm one hell of a rationalizer. and accordingly, i'll help you rationalize anything. like driving to three places (garland, greenville ave, and deep ellum) with kirsten on saturday in our pajamas for the sake of piercing our ears on a whim at 1 in the morning after closing. this, by the by, was unsuccessful, as any descent place is closed at that hour.

i really have made some damn good friends this year. which pretty much rules.

my sinuses feel as if they will explode, which i can really only attribute to the fact that my water heater decided to break and gush water while i was gone this weekend, and i came home at midnight last night to find my laundry room somewhat flooded. i'm assuming that could probably irritate my allergies from these gloriously globally-warmed past couple of days. i'm, however, thankful that the water didn't reach anywhere else, but even with the new water heater (installed at 7:45 AM by my 80 year-old, dickies jumpsuit-wearing landlord)& sans most of the water that i mopped up last night, my floor is still squishy. i hope it grows mold and mildew and turns [more] colors. i'd probably turn colors of whelpy red and white in return. i kind of like the word whelpy, by the byyyy. 2 am inventions at their finest.

time to go make ridiculous soup with japanese instructions, high sodium (but few calories). i win at life, and i'm really digging this sugar cookie flavored lip balm. kirklands, we should be in a committed relationship and put that shit on facebook.

(play pee pee castle)

disposable dixie cup drinking, i assassin down the avenue [26 Nov 2007|12:19pm]
[ mood | excited ]

ahhhhhh dominick just told me that bought me a subscription to paste! as an early christmas/whatever present. i am pretty damn excited, if you can't tell...

in other news, i can't believe how much i'd missed everyone from rockwall and/or who was visiting. thanksgiving break was unbelievably nice in the sense that i saw so many people i care about, and i sincerely do hope everyone else had lovely breaks as well.

on a side note, my stuffing ruled.

(play pee pee castle)

because i can [19 Nov 2007|06:26am]
I AM: leslieee
CURRENT HAIR COLOR: brown, same as it's been for the past 21 years
I WANT: to be able to fall back asleep
I HAVE: a headache
I HURT: my knee in sexy boots tonight while climbing stairs
I LOVE: music.
I HATE: cottage cheese
I HOPE: for too many things to list
I FEEL: hungover, already
I HIDE: under the covers.
I DRIVE: too often, and occasionally to clear my head
I LEARNED: about 8,000 life lessons over the past year
I NEED: my questions answered, always
I WONDER: what my bank account looks like...
I ACHE: during physical therapy
I DANCE: drunkenly
I SING: along
I CRY: privately
I NEVER: is a fun drinking game.
I CONFUSE: people unintentionally, if at all
I SHOULD: drink water
ONE MINUTE AGO: i was typing.
ONE HOUR AGO: i was sleeping.
ONE DAY AGO: i was planning.

ouch, why did i make the world such strong drinks tonight?

(play pee pee castle)

don't let yourself be lost [15 Nov 2007|06:27pm]
i think my fatal flaw is that i believe people, simply stated.

i'm not saying that the world lies or plays me for a fool;
i'm saying that i'm naive, and i really shouldn't be at close to 22.


why am i ridiculous? no. what i wrote sounds entirely emo. i have so many great people in my life, and tonight was drunken proof.

my voice is gone, but i'm thrilled to be alive. and by this, i mean that my knee didn't hurt at all tonight, and we decorated the lumberg/kubic/andrew/greg beer tree so well. i am an expert on garland after vodka shots and 2 belows.

(play pee pee castle)

i must admit that i was charmed by your advances [08 Nov 2007|11:10am]
[ mood | hopeful ]

so very much to say,
that simply can't be said

last night was the first time i didn't wake up with knee pain;

(play pee pee castle)

cheers, darlin' [05 Nov 2007|01:49am]
today, i worked on an on-going playlist entitled "let's go on an adventure."
the verdict:

1. peter bjorn & john - young folks
2. animal collective - leaf house
3. arcade fire - windowsill
4. laura veirs - don't lose yourself
5. andrew bird - heretics
6. the national - fake empire
7. unkle bob - hit parade
8. the reindeer section - raindrop
9. pinback - penelope
10. a.c. newman - drink to me, babe, then
11. rolling stones - wild horses
12. sufjan stevens - chicago (acoustic)
13. the six parts seven - what can we just make out

my weekend truly was full of adventures, which i loved, as i'm always looking for new adventures to embark on. i finally had some excuses to leave the tcu & downtown areas of ft worth. i hope the world provides me with more, and soon. q-dropping classes = loads of extra time.

looking forward to christmas & all that that entails, verily. gingerbread white mochas & i are starting up our very loving relationship once more. and bing crosby & frank sinatra christmas music already visited my car, whoops. i can't wait until my parents' christmas party this year, and only hope that my brother drinks straight makers mark and sings "dick in a box" to our entire neighborhood (again).

well, radio in 8 hours, so...

(play pee pee castle)

i'm so excited! i'm so excited! i'm so... scared [28 Oct 2007|11:29pm]
i'd like to refer to today as a cracking day,
when the world swallows you whole.

such days occur every so often, but i find it only appropriate to hide them under rugs or in shoeboxes under my bed these days. sluts get cuts.

so here's the skinny:
- my left knee is fat. i won't even be kind and call it plump.
- dressing up as miss audrey hepburn last night ruled, even though i froze my ass off.
- forbidden love EP, please sing me my life/sing me to sleep.
- q dropping ahoy? instantaneous relief, but come spring, it will sting if i do not in fact graduate on time (a rather probable possibility at this point, too).



my dog is obese and precious, and smells like garbage can bbq. she's a good substitute for cuddling and affection during home visits, or at least until i find a big spoon again some day. ho ho ho and a bottle of target brand acetaminophen.

(play pee pee castle)

i should be packing [03 Oct 2007|01:53pm]
[ mood | nervous ]

come visit me this weekend, world
today's my last day to have a dimple in my knee (a la normal)

Three Albums You've Been Listening To Lately:

Three Current TV Shows:

Last Thing You Drank:

Favorite Drink:



You'd Like To Eat:

You Live In:

A Celebrity You Admire:

Who You'd Like To Look Like:

Where You'd Like To Travel To:

Favorite Books:

Favorite Magazine/Newspaper:

(play pee pee castle)

[19 Jun 2007|01:43pm]
could this be any more accurate?

Your Birthdate: February 9

You are a born idealist, with more pet causes than you can count.

You prefer be around others, both when working and while relaxing.

Generous and giving, you believe you can change the world one person at a time.

You're open minded and tolerant. People feel like they can tell you anything.

Your strength: Your go-with-the-flow flexibility

Your weakness: Your flair for the over dramatic

Your power color: Pine green

Your power symbol: Circle

Your power month: September

(play pee pee castle)

poop [12 Mar 2007|02:44am]
drug dealin just to get by
stack your money til it gets sky high.

i never though kanye west would be stuck in my head. jesus jones.

today i thought about the fact that in 3rd grade, i thought "black booty" was a hilarious substitute for a shitty library copy of the infamous story about the horse. and i'm still entertained by amy poehler's "amber" who rocks one leg and has a case of IBS. "that's irritable bowel sydrome, so take a watch bitches, cause i CAN'T." silly.

how/why am i still awake. & more importantly, why am i typing out a live journal entry? for i am an engine and i'm holding on, the world is all bending and breaking from me.

i hear beer & coca cola is sheer delight. any thoughts?

(play pee pee castle)

everyone knows everyone [19 Feb 2007|12:44am]
[ mood | blah ]

i've eaten incredibly healthy this weekend, and yet i still feel like i'm going to throw up. we cooked the weekly sunday night vegan dinner. this week was oriental. it included baby spinach leaf salad with walnuts and light raspberry kiwi vinaigrette dressing (yes, vegan), edomame with oriental vegetables, miso soup with tofu, rachel's amazing general tso's tofu with white rice, and vegan eggrolls, topped off with a bottle of wine. thank you for being my bff for life, central market. and also for robbing my bank account, and surprisingly not carding me when i'm rocking some pretty heinous low pigtails.

speaking of drinking.

i think the reason i feel shitty right now is the amount of alcohol consumed on various occassions this weekend. let's review, shall we? i count thursday night - sunday a weekend, fyi:

thursday: ashley & i share 2 pitchers of shiner at the pub. roughly 4 1/2 - 5 mugs o beer.
friday: 1 fat tire at spiral diner with rachel
saturday: 1 glass of chardonnay at mimi's with my parents, 3 cosmopolitans at chilli's with kelly (of all places), a shot of jager, and a little beer
sunday: 2 1/2 glasses of red wine.


i feel sick.

i feel grossed out by my life as a drunkard. i'm still amazed that i was able to squeeze (and i mean fucking squeeze) into the pair of size 4 gap straight leg jeans at plato's closet that i ended up purchasing today. they're my motivation to lose a few more pounds, but this isn't going to happen until i'm more physically active, which won't happen until i can work out, which won't happen until i go to physical therapy because my knee still hates me from time to time from accident bullshit. i've been too lazy to go, and also busy with school and radio shifts lately (sounds lame, but it's true).

i also have a lot to say about other bullshit, like pets (namely rilo the cat). that's another soap box for another day, though.

i feel drained.

radio in 9 hours = time for a shower and sleep.

(play pee pee castle)

"the world is as soft as lace," but i don't love anyone [17 Feb 2007|07:54pm]
[ mood | complacent ]

"if there's something that i learned when i was still a child
it's to take a hiding"

this is rilo, named after rilo kiley.

i have a love/hate relationship with this cat. pretty much because i hate cats & it's ashley's. however, i'm making the best of this situation and attempting to love it anyways. we'll see. it whines and screams too much, and adam compared cats to gay men. i kind of have to agree. i'm not a catty person & thusly do not approve of cats in general.

so my faith in people (and sadly, some of my friends) is fleeting. i hate feeling like i can count on people for things (even inconsequential things) and then accordingly be let down. but that's life. ha.

i've spent a lot of time by myself this weekend thus far, and even worse, much of it was spent with the cat. i'm like that crazy spinster cat lady. everyone else around here (aka ft worth) is seemingly content and warm and fuzzy. i feel disconnected. it's not neccessarily a bad thing; it quite simply is. pedro the lion wrote a song that would describe me right now, but i'm not as familiar with it & far too lazy to look up the lyrics at this point in time.

isn't it strange how you find yourself longing for times that didn't seem special, but in retrospect are beautiful? i have a handfull of memories that are stored away that i wish i could relive because i didn't appreciate them at the time. i didn't realize how times were so much simpler, so i'm attempting to take advantage of this moment and this time, just in case it will one day translate into a pretty memory that i'll long for. it's impossible though, because some things are only nicer as a memory. that's sad, but that's life. and this is a wine-buzzed, light-weight leslie talking.

i have a $15 itunes gift certificate, and i'm trying to decide what to spend it on. any suggestions? i'm in desperate need of some new music - music that i'll inevitably associate with the end of february/beginning of march next year.

i need a rockin' mixtape. anyone game for trading?

PS, i just looked up those pedro lyrics and they weren't fitting at all. oh well.

(play pee pee castle)

hot dog rapery and other classy shit. [01 Feb 2007|07:36pm]
if only life were as simple as being raped by a 7 foot weiner at harry's hotdogs on mckinney avenue. i need a new user pic. haha. user pic. LOLZ.

i just got dressed up (even though it's snowing...) for a dinner date with tess. i changed my clothes a million times and found myself saving a bunch of new clothes/outfits for imaginary dates i've somehow dreamed up in the future. not with anyone in particular. but still, what? when did i become so lame? and why didn't i take advantage of dressing up more often and having classy dinner dates when i had a boyfriend? the only classy thing i do these days is take the world for a spin in my shitty ass rental car. one more day! hopefully...

so speaking of dates and whatnot, i'm very content with where i am right now and not looking for a boyfriend. for once in my life, i'm not being nostalgic as fuck over past relationships and whatnot. however, i look sexy sexy right now, if i do say so myself. the "sorority poof" in my hair is questionable, though...

i have started up my relationship with turkish silvers again, but anyone who knows me realizes that i never get addicted to actual cigarettes; rather, i get addicted to conversations over cigarettes, aka conversations that never would have happened because class and smoke breaks are the only reason i go outside these days. i'll most likely quit when i find solace, and that hasn't happened yet. so til then, i'm doubling up on the cancer. shhhh.

sex & the city marathon is officially over. ashley and i finished season six today. i laughed. i cried. i "aw!"-ed. and now all i want is a cosmopolitan. one week! i expect to see you all at my party, and i'll probably frown at you if you don't come.

sometimes i am far too idealistic for my own good but at least i have silly things to occupy my thoughts rather than the longing for said things.

french onion soup ahoy!

(4 sneaky snakes | play pee pee castle)

[23 Jul 2006|11:49pm]
[ mood | sleepy ]

i read a lot about the elephant 6 collective today, and let me just tell you that partaking in such extensive reading only furthered my fascination with my favorite band of life. that's all. jeff mangum is a genius. & that's that.

getting pictures developed from cds and buying birthday presents eats up my paychecks. booo. dear starbucks, please pay me more... love, leslie.

this is my life music right now, and the mix that both sings me to sleep & occupies my speakers whilst driving. if you have any of these songs, i highly suggest sticking them into a play list & filling in the rest via soulseek or limewire or something else equally illegal/amazing:

1. the reindeer section* - will you please be there for me?
2. joseph arthur - honey & the moon
3. rogue wave - california
4. josh ritter - girl in the war
5. lullaby for the working class - wounded spider
6. gillian welch - black star
7. damien rice - amie
8. the decemberists - we both go down together
9. elton john - tiny dancer
10. travis - flowers in your window
11. the shins - know your onion!
12. beta band - dry the rain
13. radiohead - i can't
14. halloween alaska - drowned
15. spoon - something to look forward to
16. rilo kiley - portions for foxes
17. animal collective - leaf house

oh yeah


the decemberists are touring this fall! who's in?

(1 sneaky snake | play pee pee castle)

[21 Jul 2006|12:03am]
[ mood | contemplative ]

a long drives in the summer far surpasses most other long drives, simply because summer sunsets induce that calm soothing loveliness and oh how i do indeed love it so. even when i smell lightly of coffee and my hair is still half wet and the only thing i have to look forward to upon arriving home is reading two chapters of charlottes web to my second cousin in a vain attempt to make her fall asleep for the very last time. i'm finally understanding her, though. so i suppose that's something.

old memories and austin, texas continually gnaw at me. sometimes you have no idea how brilliant certain aspects of your life are until they are gone. but when you do indeed realize how amazing they are during those moments, they cling to you.. always. i kind of long for all of that again. i'm still waiting for the day and the occassion that surpasses all of that. it will come again and take me by surprise, only this time i'll indulge in its amazingness even more so.

i'm going to miss rockwall terribly. no more impromptu midnight drives to cafe brazil or eating chiloso or sparklers on back porches or seeing some of my best friends on a dialy basis or working at a rockwall starbucks (the other stores quite simply are not the same). i can't have summer forever, and i probably wouldn't be able to stand it forever. but still. i'm not ready for summer to end so abruptly. rockwall, you've got me for a couple more weeks until i'm property of fort worth... which is by no means far, but it is different.

you gotta rock yourself a little harder -
pretend the dove from above is a dragon & your feet are on fire.

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