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Labels: great band, music, real life
today i completed the general achievement test, which is an exam that basically tests your stills in all areas and creates a generalised score that helps examiners make sure all your assessments are marked accurately. it was three hours long, so it wasn't so fun. however, an elaborate plan was cooked up not long before all of victoria's students sat it: to mention george clooney in one or both of the written exams, to mess with the examiner's heads.
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excerpts from warhol star andrea feldman's obituary, written by geraldine smith and published in the village voice on august 17, 1972:
"i met andrea nine years ago in washington square park and we were friends ever since. we frequently visited max's kansas city, where she performed for recognition, which she immediately received, by singing "everything's coming up roses" in her unique style. eventually this lead to her role in the movie "imitation of christ", after which she made "groupie" and after this "trash". by the time she did "trash" she was a recognized superstar, an established personality.
it's strange, people with problems captivate me more than anyone else ever could.
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Labels: andy warhol, death
i have become a trekkie, and it's scaring the crap out of me. i mean, it was bound to happen sooner or later: what with my exposure at a young age to the original series via my dad's own shameless obsession, and my obsession with all things kitsch, and all things sixties, and all things kitsch from the sixties.
no interest in next generation/voyager/whatever spin-offs they run these days, though. the original series is the best for the same reason that the 2009 reboot was awesome: the original cast. there's a reason why so many sci-fi nerds prefer kirk over picard. and let's face it, walter koenig's chekov was the most adorable character ever, it takes a lot to make that davy jones wig look attractive.
i don't care if anybody else thinks i'm a nerd, star trek: TOS is pretty much the most entertaining tv show i've seen ever. also, ontd_startrek is the best livejournal community i've ever been in, ever.
currently listening to:
give him a great big kiss ~ the shangri-las
munich ~ editors
don't worry baby ~ the beach boys
cannonball ~ the breeders
distant dreamer ~ duffy
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Labels: great band, music