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[17 Dec 2006|01:51am] |
I live. Just took a Chem final of death, and have only tomorrow to study for Math and Physics finals. I will die, horribly.
The only interesting thing I haven't updated about is the Death Cab concert I went to like 2 and a half weeks ago. Anywho. People who want to get in touch with me should try facebook messaging,
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[08 Dec 2006|08:02pm] |
I am such a sheep, but now that classes are over, I am bored shitless.
This is that ipod shuffle thing. But dude, I think my life kinda kicks ass.
(1) Opening credits: Dance Music – Julie Doiron and the Wooden Stars
(2) Waking up: Shift Sticks and Safety Belts - Cake
(3) First day of school: You Oughta Know – Alanis Morissette
(4) Fight song: Everything’s Alright – Jesus Christ Superstar
(5) Breaking up: Someday You Will Be Loved – Death Cab For Cutie
(6) Happiness: Jaqueline - Franz Ferdinand
(7) Life’s okay: Baby Got Back – Sir Mix Alot
(8) Mental breakdown: The Tain (Parts I–V) – The Decemberists
(9) Driving: Whenever, Wherever - Shakira
(10) Flashback: Accidntl Death - Rilo Kiley
(11) Getting back together: The Boxer – Simon and Garfunkel
(12) Wedding: I am a Man of Constant Sorrow – O Brother, Where art Thou
(13) Birth of a child: Sweeter – Ben Gibbard
(14) Final battle: Sci-Fi Wasabi – Cibo Matto
(15) Death scene: El Toro Relajo – Linda Rondstadt
(16) Funeral song: Such Great Heights – The Postal Service
(17) Ending credits: Kiss That Girl – Sheryl Crow
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[07 Nov 2006|11:22pm] |
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Hahahahahahahahahahahaha
Fuck you, Santorum!
How do ya like that, bitch?
Hahahahahahahhahahahahahahaha
This is so hilarious, you have no idea.
*continues to chuckle*
Btw, I've been laughing about this for an hour. This is even better than filling out the oval next to Casey's name had been.
Hahahahahahahahahahaha
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[03 Nov 2006|12:38am] |
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Me = not a good chugger
My shirt = finally dry
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[01 Nov 2006|02:32am] |
Um . . .
So I had a really horrible, no good, very bad day earlier today. But I felt much better later on. Though now I feel like shit because Ale brought up something humiliating and stupid that I said (but that everyone else says and just didn't get caught saying).
Anywho, we had Brown defence tonight, 'cause all the other colleges are too big of pussies to do it. We threw waterballoons at naked, ugly Baker 13 runners to get off their shaving cream so they wouldn't attack our college. People got molested. I got wet and covered in shaving cream, BUT NO UGLY NAKED PEOPLE HUMPED ME, YAY!
Later that night I was kidnapped (shoeless) by people after Ian flashed me and proceeded to follow them around as Ian flashed other people, because they needed names of people it wouldn't offend. Wow, that was classic. I can't decide if Sara H's room was best, or Stefan's. Anyway, Ian probably flashed between 60 and 80 percent of Brown tonight.
I then had a lot of work left at 1 30.
But bed now, night.
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[30 Oct 2006|04:04pm] |
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I just had a waterballoon fight in the girls bathroom, and got caught stealing a couch.
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[29 Oct 2006|12:12pm] |
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Costume getting was in comparison uneventful; I'm pissed I forgot to get Halloween candy.
NOD was insane; I saw gay guys kissing lesbians kissing straight girls kissing straight guys (though no straight guys kissing other guys) amidst groping and dancing. I had to fend off two girls trying to make out with me, one of whom I had to gently urge away the entire time I was at the party. This one guy scared the shit out of me; he had this look, and I think if people in uniform hadn't been right there he might have tried something.
Ultimately I spent 5 hours of the night not-partying. One hour with Rice EMS and four at Memorial Hermann. His Dad actually showed up right while Ian and I were taking him home. He is gonna be in deep shit today.
I have a headache, and can't sleep.
When I finally got to my room, Patrick was there on an airmattress because his asshole roommate had kicked him out because of asshole roommate's jackass SMU and UT friends.
Ian saw people having sex in the basement of the Physics/Astronomy building. Voyeurism is a purity point.
ETA - Ian also came into his room with Dan randomly sleeping there. Dan was sexiled out of his room, and Ian's roommate was spending the night with a girl three floors up. Patrick originally tried Dan's room first before ours, because he thought Dan's roommate would be at Jones with he girlfriend, but not so. Yeah NOD.
One girl I talked to lost four purity points and is now at 26/100. I only lost one. She helped someone commit a crime, too (which surprisingly isn't a purity point, huh) -- underage drinking doesn't count. Her floor's mission this year is to get her lower than her age in points. She lost some pretty hefty ones, too. Like, crazy hardcore purity points.
ETA the 2nd - When the two girls were making out, Ian said, "That was hot. Wow, I'm gay, and that was really hot." Oh, people say the darndest things.
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[26 Oct 2006|01:11pm] |
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I am doing four -- count them -- four loads of laundry right now. One of which consists of three towles. Oh, there's a special place in hell for me.
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[22 Oct 2006|02:10pm] |
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Drinking games = hilarious
Being one of the only 2 sober people rounding up drunks to go to House of Pies during and after they've played beer pong and the cops are coming because of a noise complaint = not as hilarious, but certainly interesting.
All in all, that has sadly been my best Saturday night/Sudnay morning here. Though it would have been better if Erica had been able to come:(
I should go to bed earlier than 5, though. Two nights in a row is bad.
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[20 Oct 2006|02:17am] |
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I'm totally crushing on this guy and I cannot decide if he is crushing on me or was just extremely drunk and overly friendly as such.
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[10 Oct 2006|10:32pm] |
My neighbor listens to Rap music, loudly.
I have never had to refrain so hard from killing anyone.
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| Yeah, Screw Yer Roommate! |
[06 Oct 2006|02:01am] |
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So I'm going on Screw Date Saturday. It will be awesomeness. Now I just have to think of something so that Cherry and Kevin can find each other.
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| I have rediscovered this Poem |
[26 Sep 2006|09:16pm] |
What He Thought
For Fabbio Doplicher
We were supposed to do a job in Italy
and, full of our feeling for
ourselves (our sense of being
Poets from America) we went
from Rome to Fano, met
the mayor, mulled
a couple matters over (what's
cheap date, they asked us; what's
flat drink). Among Italian literati
we could recognize our counterparts:
the academic, the apologist,
the arrogant, the amorous,
the brazen and the glib–and there was one
administrator (the conservative), in suit
of regulation gray, who like a good tour guide
with measured pace and uninflected tone narrated
sights and histories the hired van hauled us past.
Of all, he was the most politic and least poetic,
so it seemed. Our last few days in Rome
(when all but three of the New World Bards had flown)
I found a book of poems this
unprepossessing one had written: it was there
in the pensione room (a room he'd recommended)
where it must have been abandoned by
the German visitor (was there a bus of them?)
to whom he had inscribed and dated it a month before.
I couldn't read Italian, either, so I put the book
back into the wardrobe's dark. We last Americans
were due to leave tomorrow. For our parting evening then
our host chose something in a family restaurant, and there
we sat and chatted, sat and chewed,
till, sensible it was our last
big chance to be poetic, make
our mark, one of us asked
"What's poetry?
Is it the fruits and vegetables and
marketplace of Campo dei Fiori, or
the statue there?" Because I was
the glib one, I identified the answer
instantly, I didn't have to think–"The truth
is both, it's both," I blurted out. But that
was easy. That was easiest to say. What followed
taught me something about difficulty,
for our underestimated host spoke out,
all of a sudden, with a rising passion, and he said:
The statue represents Giordano Bruno,
brought to be burned in the public square
because of his offense against
authority, which is to say
the Church. His crime was his belief
the universe does not revolve around
the human being: God is no
fixed point or central government but rather is
poured in waves through all things. All things
move. "If God is not the soul itself. He is
the soul of the soul of the world." Such was
his heresy. The day they brought him
forth to die, they feared he might
incite the crowd (the man was famous
for his eloquence). And so his captors
placed upon his face
an iron mask, in which
he could not speak. That's
how they burned him. That is how
he died: without a word, in front
of everyone.
And poetry–
(we'd all
put down our forks by now, to listen to
the man in gray; he went on
softly)–
poetry is what
he thought, but did not say.
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[16 Sep 2006|11:05pm] |
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I wish I wasn't feeling too sick to go to the pirate party. On a side note, my Chemistry trouble probably stems from an eye tracking problem that people (with this problem) normally fix with (movement that helps the inner ear, the best of which is) swinging, so my lack (of the cummulative 2 hours a day) thereof is not helping. It is also probable that I am having distraction problems from something that also has caused my back pain. So I actually do have a problem with distraction and eyesight, but I have been told I've coped very well on my own so far.
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[14 Sep 2006|06:54pm] |
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From an LJ icon:
Sammy J: I need your help.
Harry Potter: My help? I'm just a kid. What can I do?
Sammy J: Parseltongue, motherfucker! DO YOU SPEAK IT?
Harry Potter and the Snakes on a Plane
Kills me. Dead.
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[13 Sep 2006|10:27pm] |
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I wore my DCFC shirt today and several people commented. College is kewl.
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[13 Sep 2006|10:11am] |
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My friends here think I'm dyslexic (which would really be discaculiac or something), because I took three times as long as I needed to do my Chemistry homework. All of my math was right; I just kept writing down the wrong numbers. I had forgotten that that's why I didn't like Chem in high school, but I least at USC I didn't have to get my homework right. Of 8 or so book questions, I got three right on my own without checking and rechecking with other people. Mommy always said that was just a concentration problem and that she and Dad had it too, but that she never had the problems I had on that homework assignment. She also said I might have been 'perfect storm' stressed. My friends here say that I must have some sort of disability or something, because the problems I had with Chem are just ridiculous. I don't really know what to do about this, because I'd feel really stupid whether or not I did in fact have a problem. I don't really know if I should do something or what I should do.
Chem is always a problem set do Wednesday. I was so responsible and did it Thursday so I could do all my other work, but I ended up only finishing it late last night after working on it several separate days, and labs started this week, and I have two papers to write next week. Chem wasn't a problem before, but there weren't many numbers. Even before I started the homework, I was telling my mom that I was worried about Chem because it has so many more numbers than Math. It's just going to get worse. Whether or not I have a problem, I'll have to drop a class, but I can't do that, because I have so many requirements for my major and I worked so hard on scheduling to get five classes and I don't know what I'm going to do and now I'm fucking crying uncontrollably this is so FUCKING STUPID!
I AM SO FUCKED! I just need more time, and now I'm terrified of Chemistry and that's just gonna make it worse and I have lab tomorrow and a thumb appointment today right after classes today and a health services appointment tomorrow and all these stupid things keep happening to me since I got here and I feel like a fucking hypochondriac and I have to go to class now. I think I should just skip Math, it's so boring anyway.
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[11 Sep 2006|11:04pm] |
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I was going over my past journal entries in search of an old link, and I realized how pathetic my journal has become as of late.
I am being eaten alive by Houston bugs; I fear my parents shall never seen me again. In other news, I am procrastination's bitch. This is very sad.
This will be the first week of actual labs. I am so not ready for ten more hours of work a week.
Um . . . I would talk about O-week, but I would not want to spoil it for anyone who might come here in the future. It was pretty fuckin' A, though.
80s party on Saturday was awesome. The band was amazing, my outfit was hot, and I danced from 2230 - 0200. And when I got back to my room, I wanted to dance more. Since I don't have a swing anymore, I dance a lot. Sarah B has made note of this. People can see my outfit on my facebook pictures if they want to.
Dennisse informed me today that "that hot guy" (I have no idea) checked me out and proceeded to climb onto the table and dance with me. The fact that I took no note of this exemplifies how 'into' dancing I can get. I did, however, notice the guy who put his hand on my stomach and ground his hips into my ass. He disappeared when I removed his hand. Whatever, weird. It was okay in the end, 'cause it didn't really interrupt my dancing or anything.
I didn't do any homework today. I am a bad, bad girl.
No news on the dating front, either. Though I don't know how I'll have time.
I'm suppossed to have an appointment about my thumb sometime this week, but I don't know when, and I don't really have time during business hours. Yay labs. (NOT!)
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