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[Oct. 13th, 2006|10:34 am] |
Is it wrong that I'm crying right now?
TEARS OF JOY. I'm never going to have to write that fucking test ever again. |
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[Apr. 17th, 2006|10:51 pm] |
So I'm considerably less crazy now than I was on the weekend. I may be extremely tired, but at least I'm on the right track a little, mentally.
I'm so close to summer, it hurts right now. I can taste it...I have never wanted summer so badly before. Today just reminded me of that: it was absolutely GORGEOUS outside, and what am I stuck doing? Editing the bloody poster and then getting it printed in the dungy basement of LSB, with a bitter old man named Klaus overlooking it.
I must say that it is one sexy poster though. Dennis asked me if I was going to orgasm over it while we were watching it print, because my friends, THAT is how sexy it is. All 15 square feet of it.
Tomorrow, I hope to wake up at 9:30 and start my anthro reading. Just because I can. And re-reading The Poisonwood Bible over the past week has affirmed (in my opinion) that it is possibly the greatest book ever written in modern times. "To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals will ever know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I've only found sorrow."
And...I'm off for a shower. |
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[Apr. 9th, 2006|08:33 pm] |
It's coming down to the end of the semester, and I feel drained. Completely without energy or motivation to actually do well. Perhaps it's the sleep-deprivation talking though, because the roofing guys woke me up at 7 this morning.
But...I'm going to see RENT bithces :D:D *excited*
Other than that, my fingers smell like formaldehyde, as do my clothes. That's what you get for digging in female pelvises/rooting through the mysterious tupperware containers. |
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[Mar. 9th, 2006|09:46 pm] |
I'm getting sick of doing things for other people. And taking responsibility. Granted, it's for the good of the group, but DAMMIT PEOPLE, grow a fucking backbone. Like honestly, why am I always the one taking the lead, being the voice, taking command? I feel like such a bossy know-it-all Hermione Granger. Maybe it's my perfectionistic (I fear) Type A personality rearing its ugly head again. Dennis told me once that people followed me because I have good ideas and that's why nobody spoke in contradiction, but I mean, nobody questioned me when I suggested the bubonic plague for our cell bio poster presentation, nobody questioned my edits for the journal, etc. I'm just unused to people like that..."home" friends--you know who you are--aren't afraid to say what's on their minds (God, we are so blunt sometimes), and I'm always the semi-quiet one taking the backseat. It's an odd role reversal.
In other news, my hair is beautiful today. It's so rare that it's like this, but the layered haircut (that I hated so much at the beginning) is beginning to grow out. It's all flat and shiny, with no really odd kinks. I think it's due to the blow-drying I actually did last night...usually I'm so lazy that my hair is half-wet when I go to bed and then it ends up like ass when I wake up. But the point is: hair is beautiful. And it makes up for a really assy day. Well, that and the "very impressive, Daisy!" comment my anthro prof wrote on the midterm exam I got back today. Because apparently, my prof thinks we're in elementary school again.
The story about the Hagersville kids makes my stomach churn every time I hear about it, and it makes me even sicker that the kid who did that to the girl wants to be acquitted (or lighten the sentence, whatever) because he "doesn't remember anything...I was too drunk." Yeah, it doesn't matter how drunk I would be...I would remember gang-raping a girl with a beer bottle. Leaving hickeys on her neck. Shaving her down there. And then finding an even LARGER beer bottle to rape her with. Fucking idiots. People like that want to make me cry, throw up my hands in helplessness, whatever, because I can't deal with cruelty like that. But I think I'm a tougher cookie than that.
Other people that make me mad: that girl that was on ANTM who proclaimed herself: "The most conservative, Republican ever...I hate gays. I hate blacks. I hate Jews. I hate Muslims...etc."
I'm too mad today. And I'm going to get off LJ before I anger myself into oblivion. ARGASAHD;LFJAS;DLFJDAS. ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH I tell you.
As a small note, my goal for this summer's trip to Calgary: save a horse, ride a cowboy. As in, I'm going to hopefully bag myself a cowboy :D |
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[Feb. 24th, 2006|01:05 pm] |
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My love for Gordie Sampson is infinitesimal. Last night was so much fun...one man and his guitar. And some amazing guitar playing. AND German chocolate cake split with Rachel. Woo run-on sentences.
But really, the moments leading up to the show were a bit terrifying. In that we didn't really know where we were going, and the TTC fare guy at the station gave us the WRONG DIRECTIONS, so we walked about 5-6 blocks in one of the shadiest neighborhoods in Toronto. Like, most of the places there were probably crack houses. Fortunately, the lady at the Coffeetime was nice enough to tell us where we were, and we called a cab to get to the place. It was worth it though; I absolutely love Hugh's Room (where the show was), with its coziness, dark candle-lit ambiance, yummy drinks/desserts, and tight-knit feeling between artist and audience. The opening act's publicist (I think that's who she was) kept on giving us lots of free stuff, so now I have stickers, buttons, and a free CD from some little hick band from Winnipeg (who were pretty impressive...the guy was cute in a poor man's Hayden-Christenson-meets-Jason-Dohring way).
My mommy just finished bitching me out for buying a really expensive tee from Urban Outfitters. You only live once, Mommy.
Anyways, I'm off to shower and then a nap, because I couldn't sleep well last night. Call me later for fun (anyone!). I cannot read any more research. I am incapable of reading any more research. |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2006|01:37 pm] |
I'm really excited for tomorrow. I'm thinking of it as my belated birthday celebration with my school friends, because we really didn't get to do much before reading week started (because we're honestly all geeks, and in Health Sci apparently, work comes before friends. What a crazy world I live in). We're going shopping in downtown TO, dinner (probably at Spring Rolls? I've heard it's good), and then we're going to see Gordie fucking Sampson, even though nobody knows who he is. I actually lie, because I know who he is, and I've recruited three other people to his music.
I've been on a "memoir" kick lately, in that I read Elie Wiesel's "Night" all on Monday night (at 1:00 a.m. nevertheless; but really, it's not a huge feat to finish that book in 2 hours). And now I'm reading "The Glass Castle" by Jeannette Walls. Both fantastic books, and both are beautifully written. I'm such a sucker for writing like that (a la Barbara Kingsolver).
I've also been spending Mommy's money like mad the past few days. It all started with AE, because sadly enough, my brother and I collected enough points on our AE all-access pass to get 40% off our purchase. And THEN, mommy suggests we go to Mapleview Mall for a day of shopping, and oi...
So here goes the breakdown of what I bought:
-AE Sunwashed polo in blue. Embroidered with flower designs and beads. Originally $40 (*gasps at that price for a fucking t-shirt*), but I justified it with the 40% off. Still, lots of money for a t-shirt. Whatever, it wasn't my money.
-AE STRIPED roll-up pants. Because I haven't bought anything striped in a really long time. And really, I can't let down the nickname Ash gave me. And they're super comfy.
-AE pink cord wallet. Only fucking $4 (from an original price of $20).
-white tube top and pretty brown hoodie from Bluenotes. I really like how all the shirts and sweaters they sell now are long (except for that odd phase where cardigans and some hoodies were super-cropped. What the fuck was up with that?). I also like how the sales are crazy mad in all the stores, because these are the months where nobody buys anything since they're still bankrupt from Christmas.
-really long black scarf from Jacob. For $2.42. Because everything there is 70% off now. And by really long, I mean that when I drape it over my shoulders, the two ends touch the floor (the beauty of being really short!).
-beautiful brown bag from some sketchy purse store in Mapleview. Looks something like the "Lindsay" bag from Roots (or one of their Editor's bags from last summer), but it's more hobo-ish and larger.
-the two books mentioned above, from Costco.
I have nothing of substance to say, but it's Reading Week and frankly, I'm quite bored of reading. I made something like 20+ pages of notes yesterday on the gastrointestinal system. I've got cell bio research coming out of my ears, more articles on MRSA (methillin-resistent staphylococcus aureus) than I care about for my anthro paper, my hair is dirty, I haven't changed out of my pyjamas, and I'm listening to Michelle Branch (the low of all lows). But it's sort of relaxing in a way...it feels good to catch up for once, because when school starts, it'll be like clawing up a really muddy cliff again, never really getting anywhere against so much gravity...and then you forget why you're climbing the fucking cliff in the first place.
I now know why poop is the colour brown. Guys, with that information, it seems I'm destined to rule the world. |
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[Feb. 20th, 2006|05:18 pm] |
Ah, Jenn's party in retrospect. Here it goes:
7:30 p.m.-Allison and I arrive at Jenn's house, bearing gifts of cheap peach drink and schnapps. We're thoroughly confused by the presence of Jon Orsi who answers the door with Jeff. Except it's not Jon Orsi, but some weird friend of Jeff's.
7:45 p.m.-Jeff and his friend start drinking beer. Ladies and gentlemen, it's not even 8:00 p.m. Those underagers sure start fast. Jenn, Allison, and I go for an ice run.
8:00 p.m.-we come back and find Jenn's basement overrun with thugs...err, Andrew/Brent, Kevin Perkins (the Anti-Christ; did we ever find out if he stole the Jack Daniels?), and some blonde girl. After a few uncomfortable moments, they leave to go to another party. Jeff and Jon Orsi demand a biological explanation for why they get thirsty when they drink beer (which, they have realized, makes them want to drink MORE beer!), but I refuse (simply because I can and will).
8:30ish--Ben(!) arrives.
8:35 p.m.--we break out the alcohol. Because the party's boring, and Jeff/Jon Orsi are already drunk off their ass.
9:00-11:00 p.m.
-the boys arrive; Monica shortly after
-we (Ben and I) mock Andrew's facial hair
-tequila shots for all, and salt is spilled all over the table (because Jenn decided to bring down the box and not a salt shaker, like most normal people)
-we discover Dave has a Chinese sugar momma who has affiliations with the Chinese mafia. She randomly brings back stuff from Beijing for the people on her floor, including Dave's Scarface sweater
-Alex and I have to pee really bad at some point, and make a mad rush for the bathroom as Andrew is coming out. Andrew blocks the door and asks what we'll each do for him as a favour if he lets us through. Alex says he'll give him a blow job. I say nothing, because I'm still gaping in aghast. Needless to say, Alex gets to go, and I have to stumble to the upstairs bathroom, trying not to pee my pants
-multiple Lost discussions occur. Unfortunately, this leads to discussions about other shows (i.e. 24), which leads to a cascade of comparisons between Chuck Norris and Jack Bauer.
-Dave tells me that if we were all stranded on a desert island and there was no food, I'd be the first one he'd eat first. The reason: my muscular thighs. He tells me though that he'd make sure he spent the entire day with me (before the day he kills me), to get to really know me, and then the next day he'd come behind me and crack my skull open. I'm disgusted, and then Andrew appeases me by saying HE'D just chop off my legs for food, and keep the rest of me alive. I punch the both of them, and knock Andrew's drink on the floor.
-Jon Orsi is staring at me. I tell Jenn, and she suggests that I tease and string him along. Which is disturbing because he's:
a) 16
b) looks like Jon Orsi
c) wearing an ugly blue plaid shirt
d) has scary Gollum-like blue eyes (and is a generally ugly kid)
e) SIXTEEN
11:15ish--the arrival of El-Skankos: Solids, Stripes, and The Fat One. Also, the return of the thugs (minus the blonde chick). Solids struts up to Alex and proceeds to tell him how much of a whore Kylie is (his sister). Then she parades over to the pool table and plays pool with Jeff while sticking her ass in the air. Ben, Alex, Monica, Allison, and I take bets on which chick is the biggest whore, and which one would sleep with Jeff first. Ben is convinced he can seduce the both of them. Unfortunately, the potential for whoriness in this party is never fulfilled: these girls aren't quite as exciting as Danielle Ivan/Rebecca Fairburn, and they think the party is lame, so they leave. Ben decides that I have to take responsibility for the skankiness of the party.
12:30 p.m.--Alex and Jenn break out the karaoke, and sing "The Thong Song." Later upstairs, the discussions about oral sex and sex in general start, because laaaahd, our friends can't keep their sex lives to themselves. We quickly lose respect for both Alex and Andrew.
1:30 a.m.--we watch a soft core porn flick that is badly dubbed over Spanish, dealing with a pretty busty caterer who is disrespected by actresses and producers on the set of a TV show/movie.
2:00 a.m.--the soft core porn is awful. We start to watch America's Next Top Model: Cycle 2. But while channel surfing between commercial breaks, we find another porn flick with JENNA JAMESON in it. It's about a cruise ship full of swingers. Of course, we start to watch. People start to crash and I turn back to ANTM.
3:00 a.m.--Catie's been kicked off (over Camille, the annoying one who thinks she can act, but really can't). The night's over.
My mom finally confirmed today that this summer, we're going to Calgary for vacation :D:D. After my MCATS of course. But I'm terribly excited...we're going to Banff (up to Lake Louise, which is gorgeous from what I've seen from the multitude of landscape photographs around), maybe to Edmonton (WEST EDMONTON MALL, bitches!), and I want to make a pit stop at the University of Calgary to check it out, since I'm definitely applying there next year (it's one of the only out-of-province med schools that have no pre-req's and allows third-years to apply). I've never ever been out West, and apparently my dad knows Calgary really well, because he worked there for a couple of years before coming to Nanticoke. And we're going fucking horse-back riding, because I said so (I also haven't been riding since I was like 13 or 14). But hiking, near mountains, near the wilderness....ahhhhh :D. My friend Chris suggests we make a pitstop in his hometown of Vancouver too...
I also mentioned Ecuador in passing to my mommy the other day, and my parents seem to be seriously considering it for some ODD reason, despite the fact that it's $3000 and potentially very dangerous (Aside: my program's organizing an overseas volunteer trip to Ecuador in May--it's volunteering with disabled kids or at a hospital clinic). I was really apathetic about it before, because I assumed that on top of the Princeton Review (which is something ridiculous like $1600) and Calgary, Ecuador was really out of the question. But the lesson is learned here: never assume anything about monetary costs around a time when your parents' work hands out bonuses to its employees. So now I'm thinking about Ecuador too.
I'm still in awe at how second year's been rushing by so fast. In the span of a few short months, I've handled dead human bodies, developed a "drug", learned more information than all of high school combined, cried and wept for the first time over stress from school, and had fantastic (albeit subdued) times with friends. Next year, so many of my friends are applying to med school, and potentially going to interviews around this time next year. They'll be gone (or hopefully I'll be gone) by April, undergraduate degrees in hand. Steven (Jewish boy) is probably off to law school after this year. And this weekend with Jeff and his skanky friends just proves how achingly far from high school I've come (and really, all of us). At least I think so. Among university's lessons: always question what you think, the assumptions that those thoughts rest on, and know that there are always answers/continuing research on what you question (damn that problem-based learning).
Last night's Grey's Anatomy made me VERY upset. I wanted to throw something at my TV. Fucking Meredith, with her sympathy sex.
But, McSteamy indeed.
"Why is he suturing his own wound?"
-"To turn me on."
Anyways, long entry, but it was great distraction from learning about the GI system. |
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[Dec. 19th, 2005|07:28 pm] |
Dear good people of the world:
If you are going to take a university-level English course, please:
-use proper grammar
-use spell-check (for FUCK'S SAKE)
-learn how to write
*end rant* |
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[Dec. 7th, 2005|05:48 pm] |
So tonight, the plan is:
-to not dwell on the exam I just wrote (anatomy). Because that ultimately leads to intense feelings of inferiority, and nobody needs that.
-to study like mad for epidemiology.
-to not die of exhaustion/headache.
It's manageable. At least I diffused a bit already by going to East Side's with Matt and Azeezah for lunch; nothing like salty garlic bread and yummy pasta smothered in rose sauce to lift your spirits up. And Matt's incessant chattering about his TV shows, that he never actually watches on TV, because he is a pirate.
Speaking of pirates, I made up a really awful joke in my head today during my exam about them, because clearly, I had all the time in the world *insert sarcasm* (each question had a maximum of 1 min 45 seconds for you to answer). But you know when you get to that point that you've a) studied so much b) answered so many questions on the human body; and c) really don't care anymore that your brain spurts out random diarrhea? That was it. It went something like this?
QUESTION: What is Captain Hook's favourite bone?
ANSWER: The hamete! (the hamete is a wrist bone that is so named because it looks like a hook)
That was so awful to type out and read that I might have to shoot myself in the head for even allowing my brain to process such corny shit.
I apologize for anyone who has tried to talk to me through my MSN lately. And it may sound like I'm blowing you off--and to some extent that's true--but I'm just really on here to check my e-mail, and then I'm out (even though I may be on "online"). I'm studying hard, harder than I've ever in my life, I'm stressed, and sometimes, things that are typed sound so much harsher than they actually are. I love you all, and it's difficult to know some of you are dealing with more important things than exams ("*gasp!* more important things than exams, y'all say?"<--parody on me) and I can't talk extensively about them with you because I feel like my future is on the line (*hugs for Monica*...and *hugs for Allison* who go livejournal-burned the other day on the Mac commnity).
I'd like to confess: I have a weakness for soulDecision. Ugh. How ugly a confession. But their songs are so catchy *pipsqueaks*. And sleazy. I guess it's like my penchant for America's Next Top Model, Backstreet Boys, and Luanne Rice novels: it's another idiosyncrasy. Although if you talk to my pop culture prof, apparently this isn't something that "eminates" from within me but something that has been created by someone else--advertisers, corporations, etc. Because I would then personally love to throttle Lou Perlman.
Anyways, it's off to study time. I'm am entirely jealous of all you artsy kids who don't start exams for like another week. *scowls with immense love* I feel we should all get together for Love Actually and hot chocolate (with or without Kahlua/Bailey's?)over the break. Because nothing spells Christmas better than our favourite British A-list cast. |
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| Dear life: |
[Nov. 30th, 2005|07:02 pm] |
-my room is too cold. I'm going to get sick from it. All in time for exams
-I hate how you make me confront dead bodies every day
-I hate how said confrontations cause everything I eat afterward to taste like formaldehyde
-I despise how you've made me see more cold, dead penises than I would like in a lifetime. Which numbers to a grand total of 3. And Looohd, it ain't pretty.
-But I still love you life. For giving me warm fuzzy feelings because the holiday season is almost near and that means the wonderful thing called alcohol can be consumed again because exams will be over (although technically, the health sci party--with the fucking free bar--comes before my last exam. Meh. Technicalities).
Today, this interaction made my day:
Daisy: Your pants are ripped at the knee. Did you fall or something?
Little girl at tutoring: No, my mom thinks I'm cool when I wear stuff like this.
Daisy: Are you cool?
Little girl at tutoring: *ponders* No.
Also, this is a list my class compiled today:
Characteristics of those who read the Toronto Sun
-they're beer-guzzling, Maple-Leafs-or-Argos-or(heaven forbid)Ticats fans
-they're white trailer trash who are more ignorant than a chick pea
-they love trashy reality TV (at this point, my prof confessed his love for America's Next Top Model)
-they watch syndicated reruns of Touched by an Angel and Walker Texas Ranger
Anyways, back to the grind. Just updating to let you guys know I'm still alive. |
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[Nov. 11th, 2005|06:29 pm] |
If you read this, even if we don't speak often, post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want!
When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you. |
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| The little things I love in life... |
[Nov. 7th, 2005|10:47 pm] |
1. extremely hot showers and the cool rush you get when you step out
2. toast made from Old Vienna-style white bread--it doesn't ever get soggy, it's crunchy but *just* chewy enough on the inside to make you die from food-pleasure-sensation
3. Veronica Mars
4. Grey's Anatomy (I love BOTH of these TV shows to death. George, marry me.)
5. Fall--the clothes, the leaves, the cool breezes, the hope/excitement that comes with it. That also includes anticipation of Christmas. Even the stress is kind of good; anything that keeps my heart running a little faster than sedentary
6. Lisa on America's Next Top Model. Because she epitomizes how crazy I actually feel sometimes. And she's not afrrrrraid to show it, bitch!
7. Extreme excitement for next year. I'm applying to MED SCHOOL. And I'm getting out of HOME. In fact, Josh and I made a pact that we'd get out of Hamilton and never practice here. Wheeeeeeeeee!
8. Warm salads at school |
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[Nov. 5th, 2005|11:43 pm] |
I feel really horrible right now. And not just cuz of the cramps but because I totally copped out on Fever when I PROMISED Jenn I would go. And that's an awful feeling. And that awful feeling has been compounded by the social backlash of my little experiment today--the hardest thing I have EVER done; social stigmatization for 45 minutes was so hard, I don't even know how I'm ever going to get through all of Tuesday now.
I also bitched out Dennis today. Online. And not like I'm regretting it, but I think it's a fair sign that I've pretty much cracked emotionally. Either that, or I'm not as strong as I think I am (both plausible explanations).
Perhaps tomorrow will be better once my cramps have gone and I don't feel so much contempt and loathing for everything around me (except for Allison, because she's doing such a good job of cheering me up right now).
Remember kids:
"Adversity is the diamond dust which Heaven uses to polishes its jewels." |
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[Oct. 27th, 2005|07:27 pm] |
The two weeks of hell are almost over. And I rocked my anatomy and epidemiology, and (relatively) my orgo. By relatively, I mean that I got in the high 70s and the class average was 54%. AND I ALSO GOT A FUCKING A ON MY ENGLISH ESSAY. I feel so high on everything right now-->tomorrow is fucking Billy Bob's y'all and time to get trashed.
Would it be odd if I said eating Denninger's honey-garlic sausages for dinner always makes me extremely happy? Food that good always makes me happy. On another random note, I really hate food items (like drinks) that have nutritional values in kilojoules. Because they make me think I'm consuming a WHOLE LOT than I am.
My brother is not with his girlfriend anymore. He got dumped a second time. What a whore. Really. My brother is great. He's growing up (finally!).
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile then you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
So where is the passion when you need it the most?
You kick up the leaves and the magic is gone
Daniel Powter always makes me insanely happy.
And I'm out. Inqqqqqqqqqqqqqquiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrry here I come.
My fingers still smell like benzoic acid. I can feel the cancer coming on ALREADY. Wheeeee! |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2005|05:36 pm] |
My Halloween costume is HOT.
P.S. Retail therapy works wonders. Especially when you don't have to pay for anything because your mom thinks you deserve a reward for all the stress school is putting you through. |
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[Oct. 21st, 2005|10:11 pm] |
I have never felt more thoroughly raped and violated by a midterm before. And this isn't your typical Daisy oh-no-I-lost-2-marks-off-my-100% reaction; this is an OH MY FUCKING GOD I BARELY PASSED thing. I've never felt this way before, and it's kinda scary. Although I really should've been warned; as I recall, my prof told us today, "You'll be crying when you leave the test room."
I need a drink. STAT. Except I have two midterms coming up this week that I really haven't studied too hard for. So...*cries as a nice frosty sex-on-the-beach passes* Somebody drink for me.
Now watch me rise up leave all the ashes you made out of me
When you said that we were wrong, life goes go on, you blew me away
I should say also that self-medication by Timmy's hot smoothies and a lot of capelletti really doesn't do anything for you, except (a) make you feel like you're a lonely overweight 13 year-old girl who just wants to be cool and be like Hilary Duff (minus the Joel Madden...ew) and (b)cause your GI tract to be VERY unhappy with you (although I don't know who's the real culprit, because I did have a nasty pizza at dinner, since NOTHING was open at the student center--what's UP with that thing closing at 6 on Fridays?).
Tomorrow's goal: find cowboy boots at Value Village. For my HOT costume. Because I'm gonna get trashed at Billy Bob's at the end of this hellish week and take home an engineer.
Love you all and can't wait til you're back for Jenn's. SIX DAYS TIL YOUR BIRTHDAY JENN! :) |
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[Oct. 18th, 2005|10:42 pm] |
Life sucks so much more when you're breaking out in acne. All over your face. That you can't really hide with foundation or concealer. I blame it on the horrors of studying organic chemistry.
Sunday was Esther's 19th. I LOVE how innocent that girl is. Never been kissed (it totally reminds me of that movie, especially how she love love LOVES the cutest guys ever and sounds like she's 13 when she talks about them i.e. "He's so CUTE! He was almost put in my group, but then he had to move to another one...and it was sad."). And it was her first time drinking. She had ONE Bellini. And I was wearing my fucking hot boots. I LOVE THOSE BOOTS. I wish I could wear them everyday, except (1) most of my jeans are hemmed to short to do that and (2) they would hurt my feet from walking all over campus.
Line of the day: "Is this Chinatown, or what?" <--my dad commenting on all my friends being Asian.
P.S. I still need cowboy boots for Halloween. Anyone have any? |
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[Oct. 7th, 2005|02:16 am] |
Do you ever feel like you create fights just to get a ruse out of people?
I'm an awful person. |
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| She says nothing's forever in this crazy world |
[Sep. 30th, 2005|10:49 pm] |
I cannot believe how stressful this year is.
Life is uneventful besides that. I feel I'm in a permanent state of blah. Which is only permanently alleviated by my odd TV show obsessions. And the proposal that Health Sci is going to hold a faculty-wide House Crawl (multiple houses + kegs + other alcohol + decorations + games + INTENSE FUN=$10).
I really do miss everyone. Intens-mo much. And I'm sorry if I've been really really pathetic at keeping communication, but please understand that the new hot boy sequestered in my bedroom has taken over my life.
P.S. His initials are H.W. |
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[Sep. 21st, 2005|10:44 pm] |
The fuzziness of my life and the people within it annoys me. Like, why don't I ever get clear-cut lines in the relationships I have with people? I hate questioning what I mean to someone else. I shouldn't have to feel that way. I feel resented sometimes. I ALSO want to scream WHAT THE FUCK at a certain someone sometimes, because he/she can be so fucking apathetic towards me.
Onto happier things, my pop culture prof told us today that we'll be studying Cosmo (the magazine) as a "bridge between production and consumption." And Veronica Mars starts NEXT WEEK. I FUCKING LOVE THAT SHOW. Too bad I have to download.
I also fucking love "Hollywood" by Daniel Powter. He's a little too Remy Shand for me sometimes...but I can ignore that for this song.
And you can be my star for weekends
Do you like your Hollywood?
As far as I'm concerned, lessons be learned
At least that's what I understood
I also want sex. Or something you know. Anything. Throw a bone at a girl for once. What happened to the boys who want to get laid (cuz none of the ones I know do)? |
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