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| 08:24pm 24/04/2008 |
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(rollover text: What do you want me to do? LEAVE? Then they'll keep being wrong!)
I am trying to let things go. It's hard. |
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| 03:41pm 02/01/2008 |
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Why, hello, LiveJournal. It has been a while. I... have a confession to make. I've been using another web site to stay in touch with my friends.
Yes... of course. I knew you had probably figured something out. All those nights spent over at FaceBook's house, 'working on projects'... Well, no, of course I don't think you're stupid, I just--
Now, that is just uncalled for! I mean, a lot of the people I've friended on FaceBook don't even have LiveJournal! Now buck up, and stop being such a baby about this. I am a grown-ass woman, and I can have more than one website-thingy if I so choose. I still visit you every day, don't I? Can't we just live with things as they are? I think you always knew that I needed more than you could give me. I think we both knew.
So let's just put all that unpleasantness behind us and try to move on, shall we?
I hope everyone had a good New Year! I went to a small get-together at Dan's, which made me happy because otherwise I would have been all alone. Instead, we watched a lot of the Whitest Kids 'U Know, which I love (except for the 'U in their name). That champagne was the best I can recall having, and then I drank some of my orange vodka and energy drink stuff, and a good time was had.
I still miss John. He's out in California, learning his fancy new job, and won't be back in forever.
And I hate trying to get out of snow-filled parking lots. Kelly saved my butt with her tiny orange shovel. <3
So I guess now would be the time to expound upon resolutions, yes?
I guess I have several, though who knows how well I'll actually follow through on them.
-Lose weight. Always something I say I'll do, and it always ends up coming back. I suppose I could try to limit myself to 1500 or so calories a day, as recorded on a super-secret FaceBook application.
-Cook more meals at home. All those cookbooks shouldn't just sit around... Plus, it might help me lose weight, and certainly would save money.
-Floss more. Important for oral and heart health. And something I've never done as much as I should. I also haven't been in to see the dentist for years.... eek!
-Learn more about grammar and correct usage of the English language. It's fun, and I think that I should know more about it, especially since I was an English major and may go on to teach English if I get into the JET Program. I don't really remember doing anything like diagramming sentences or actually being taught the rules of English. My memory could just be bad, but it seems to me that I've had to pick up my knowledge in a haphazard fashion from reading and what 'sounds right.'
-No more drunken wrasslin'. The only way I can win is if I go against someone half my size. And then I feel like a big fat bully.
That's all I've thought up so far. |
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| 11:09am 29/10/2007 |
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I had a dream that a big clump of Gozer's spines fell off, and her ears. But she still had her ears; it was kind of like a snake molting, but there was blood. I was scared.
And I think my bonsai plant died in this dream, too.
And Jenny told me that the people at Bubble Island were creeped out when I stayed there between classes and did homework.
:(
Not a very nice montage.
byomggtg |
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| Woot |
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| 12:16am 24/10/2007 |
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Do you have an inclination for BDSM?
created with QuizFarm.com |
| You scored as Switch You know what you want but it has nothing to do with your own role in the bedroom. You have the ability to be flexible in that area which can be useful for exploring you sexuality with your partner.
Switch |
| 89% | Experimental |
| 82% | Submission |
| 79% | Bondage |
| 75% | Domination |
| 54% | Masochism |
| 50% | Degradation |
| 39% | Vanilla Sex |
| 36% | Sadism |
| 32% | Exhibitionism and Voyeurism |
| 29% |
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| 11:06am 22/10/2007 |
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I got tired of my roots always showing (it looks sloppy), but I didn't feel like spending the money and taking the time to redye my hair red every 4-6 weeks (plus it's bad for your hair), so I dyed it back to brown... :( Goodbye, hott redhead. Hello again, boring brunette.
But I chose medium brown and I guess I should have chosen light brown, because my hair is really dark now. I guess it'll probably wash out and fade a little over time, so maybe by the time it grows out, it'll look natural again. Hm... I don't want to dye my hair brown again. Dying your hair back to your natural color seems wrong, because the whole eye-stinging ordeal is supposed to make an exciting new hair color appear on your head.
So... party this Saturday. Awwww riiiight. |
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| 12:59pm 16/10/2007 |
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The Obligation To Be Happy
By Linda Pastan
It is more onerous
than the rites of beauty
or housework, harder than love.
But you expect it of me casually,
the way you expect the sun
to come up, not in spite of rain
or clouds but because of them.
And so I smile, as if my own fidelity
to sadness were a hidden vice—
that downward tug on my mouth,
my own suspicion that health
and love are brief irrelevancies,
no more than laughter in the warm dark
strangled at dawn.
Happiness. I try to hoist it
on my narrow shoulders again—
a knapsack heavy with old coins.
I stumble around the house,
bump into things.
Only Midas himself
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| 08:11pm 29/09/2007 |
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mood:  worried
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A tooth of the hogulon fell out. |
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| 12:31pm 18/09/2007 |
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Oh my god, Robert Jordan died. |
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| 03:51am 18/09/2007 |
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Film class makes me want to act or make movies or something. I know I'd be terrible. But it sounds like fun. |
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| 09:02pm 27/08/2007 |
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I can see the evidence of the tuition hike: People are walking around campus wearing a fraction of what I would call an outfit, trying desperately to stretch their dollars by using less fabric, or just wearing their pajamas as clothes. The poor dears. |
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| 11:54pm 17/08/2007 |
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mood:  tired
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The things I get distracted by... today it's Opera and Mozart on YouTube... Usually it's dancing (break, tap, or pole).
I guess it's okay because I don't have any homework to do, seeing as the final was Thursday. Now I have a week off before my LAST SEMESTER! :D
I think I need to have gotten a 3.0 on the final to bring my overall GPA up to a 3.5 (to graduate with honors), but that was involving possibly incorrect math and some guesswork as to how much the in-class assignments were worth.
Eh, I guess we'll see.
But seriously, if I don't graduate with honors, I will propel myself around with the mighty force of my grief and shame rather than anything so plebeian as using my legs. For at least a week. My tears falling on the ground will increase the ease of my perambulation. |
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| 11:29am 10/08/2007 |
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Seriously. What kind of bug would bite the bottom of your foot? That's just mean. |
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| 12:19am 08/08/2007 |
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mood:  sleepy
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So I was reading with Gozer and eating popcorn. She, being a beasty hog what loves popcorn, was trying to steal some out of the bowl. I had given her some popcorn with nothing on it, but she prefers it how I eat it (butter, salt, Parmesan cheese). She was crawling all over, trying to steal it or climb in the bowl. She is so cute! But anyway, hedgehogs do this thing called self-anointing, where they find something that smells interesting, lick and chew it, and wipe foamy saliva along their spines. There are a couple theories as to why they do this, but no one is sure. One theory is that it is to camouflage their scent and blend in with their surroundings. Another is that they think the interesting-smelling thing may be toxic, so put it on their spines for an extra oomph to their poke. Toxic hogs. I think I may be more inclined to believe the former, after what my hog did. She crawled inside the book I was reading (I had propped it open on the couch to keep my page briefly) and started nibbling and licking its pages, then self-anointing. It was crazy! There weren't any wet spots or bite marks on the pages or anything, so I didn't stop her. Plus it was precious.
Anyway, it seems obvious to me that it was all a ploy to get to my popcorn. "Oh, don't mind me, I is just a tiny, spiny, mobile book. Can't you smell the truth of this? I is surely not after your popped corns."
TRICKSY HOGS!
She makes me laugh so good. <3 |
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| 11:24am 27/07/2007 |
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I woke up this morning and there were no twins in the living room. :(
I guess on the plus side, though, I can crunch my cereal with impunity. And no guilt about my getting-ready noises.
Come back soon! Hopefully it won't be as messy so you won't feel compelled to clean! |
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| 08:39am 21/07/2007 |
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Turns out there's no such thing as Harry Potter.
Yeah, it was all just an optical illusion. |
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| 06:53pm 16/07/2007 |
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Whee! A Russian person commented in Russian on my last entry!
The translation goes thusly:
"However, here pancake is such!
It gave reference to important peppers, but there something it did not grow together itself and my nick came out as cov!
Thus I to you left!"
What does it meeeaaan?
Very mysterious! And hott. I wish I knew Russian.
Hello, Russian cov, if you are reading this! |
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| 12:40am 29/06/2007 |
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Dreamtime.
As always, only a snippet.
Jenny and a man and I are walking through a bizarre, supernatural-type mall. The man and I have just pulled Jenny away from something potentially dangerous. I see something interesting to me, something that seems to pull me to it. A little room claiming to harness the power of spirits, or souls, or something along those lines, I believe. The room is down some stairs, and I can see some people walking around, looking at the things on the walls. The people appear to be in black and white. I go down the stairs, intrigued. When I reach the bottom of the stairway, I turn and glance back. Where there was once an opening, there is now a blank wall. It was a trap. I try to wave and yell at Jenny and the man, to tell them not to come after me. I can still see them, which I realize now is strange, considering that there is a wall in the way. They can't see me, but I see a strange contraption floating overhead, and realize that it is projecting a video. They think they can still see me, probably looking at things on the walls, as I saw people doing before I crossed the point of no return. People are huddling around, scared. There are several doors. I take charge and tell people to open the doors one at a time, anything to keep them from panicking, anything that might help us escape. Unfortunately, the doors all seem to contain something more immediately dangerous than this empty room, so the doors are hastily shut. A woman with long, wavy blond hair appears. She is the owner of this place, and taunts us with our impending deaths. She has done this many times before, it seems. She will harness the power of our lives in her spells and magics. "I just wanted to look!" I protest, but it, of course, does no good. The sorceress disappears, and the room begins to get smaller and smaller, crushing us all, despite the fact that it seems to be inflatable, like a moon walk. We are all separated forcibly from our mortal shells. The room returns to normal, and the sorceress reappears to gloat again, and presumably to capture our souls in whatever it is she uses to store them. However, I can feel this power of mine that she wishes to steal. Why can't anyone else tell? They are without hope, giving in to what she tells them, that there is no way to fight her. I reach for her perfect face with my ethereal hands and flay her, tear her asunder, rending flesh from bone. Out of the resultant bloody heap (which then disappears) emerges a floating cuttlefish. She is smug; she laughs at me; she thinks she has beaten me. I grab her tentacles and pull them apart, destroying this body, too. Inside is a small golden key.
And I really wish I could remember more. My dreams last night had plot. If only I could remember... Maybe I will have more such dreams tonight.
http://www.tnaqua.org/Newsroom/HighRes/ComCuttlefish9.jpg
YOU GOT NOTHING, BITCH!
Actually, I love cuttlefish. When I was a kid, I wanted hair that could change color like they do.
Hell, I still want that.
Good night. Boo work tomorrow. |
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| 01:47am 21/06/2007 |
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Google "Wizard People, Dear Readers" and download both files. Rent the first Harry Potter movie. Watch the movie, listen to the files. Laugh and laugh. My god. |
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| 11:53am 19/06/2007 |
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I've always thought our bathroom water tasted funny, and now I know why. There was a bunch of black shit on the faucet. Nasty! I can't believe I brushed my teeth with it, washed the hog in it, even drank it a couple times. Ew. I washed it off with soap (there was so much ick on it!), so hopefully now it's better... but I have that sick feeling that you get when something makes you look down at your spoon just before you put it in your mouth and there's a gross bug on it.
And I think I'm going to be late for class, but since I was planning on staying home, I suppose merely being late is an improvement. Yay no hangover! |
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| 09:36am 16/06/2007 |
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Nerd moment!
I had a dream with Merlin in it. Bits and pieces only.
I was a child. The other wizards were putting on some kind of show for the people of town. Merlin stopped some dumb tourists from going down stairs that may have been dangerous. The other wizards started making it rain in the auditorium. I opened my umbrella and watched it, awed. Merlin sat down a little away from me, and he had no umbrella. I went over and shared one with him, and he smiled at me. He smelled like spices and arcane spell ingredients.
I was an older, uneducated woman in the dream, too. I can't remember the details, but I know he protected me, or made my dying more pleasant, after the enemies did me in. He wept.
And something about root beer floats. Mmmm.
Work time! |
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