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Jan. 15th, 2004 @ 05:40 pm
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THE COOLEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN.
I figured it out, and therefore am a genius. It's less complicated than you think. But I didn't say that.
In case you want to be amazed.
Now must go grab food start my 6 hours of homework.
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Jan. 14th, 2004 @ 10:02 pm
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Here's the bargain, O All-Powerful Deities.
You Give: 2 hour delay
I Give: All my homework done for Friday, including at least 1 day of history, and a more optimistic outlook.
Or the alternative.
You Give: A snow day
I Give: For Friday - All my homework done, an amazing French oral report, all my history reading and ID's done, a complete calculus practice worksheet. Over the weekend - finishing first English book, rereading Sophie's World, attempting the physics problem set, getting books for history paper, researching science fair project, and, if all possible, world peace.
All right, off to burn a dollar bill as a sacrifice now.Current Mood:  determined Current Music: cecilia / simon and g. |
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Jan. 14th, 2004 @ 04:42 pm
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You're Iraq!
An outcast from all you meet, you have very few friends who haven't
later backstabbed you in some way or another. And you've made your share of mistakes...
a little torture, a little coercion, a little stealing, it was all part of a day's work.
It's hard to say if it deserves the kind of treatment you're getting now, though.
When people look for someone to point to with a worse life than they have, they think
of you first.
Take
the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid
Current Mood:  thirsty Current Music: in my life * beatles |
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Jan. 13th, 2004 @ 09:00 pm
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YOU RAN OVER A SMALL CHILD AND LEFT HIM TO DIE!!!
what's YOUR deepest secret?
brought to you by Quizilla
'tis all. for now at least.Current Mood:  full Current Music: simon and garfunkel * cecilia |
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::pimps ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) friend_whoring </span>::
something to ponder:
who are you trying to impress?
Jan. 12th, 2004 @ 10:49 am
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"Every one of the Leaver's ways came into being by evolution, by a process of testing that began even before people had a word for it. No one said, 'Okay, let's form a committee to write up a set of laws for us to follow.' None of these cultures were inventions. But that's what all our lawgivers gave us - inventions. Contrivances. Not things that had proved out over thousands of generations, but rather arbitrary pronouncements about the one right way to live. And this is still what's going on. The laws they make in Washington aren't put on the books because they work well - they're put on the books because they represent the one right way to live. You may not have an abortion unless the fetus is threatening your life or was put there by a rapist. There are a lot of people who'd like to see the law read that way. Why? Because that's the one right way to live. You may drink yourself to death, but if we catch you smoking a marijuana cigarette, it's the slammer for you, baby, because that's the one right way. No one gives a damn about whether our laws work well. Working well is beside the point."
- Ishmael, Daniel Quinn
Jan. 10th, 2004 @ 08:05 pm
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if you're reading this ...
i invite you to comment.
regardless of whether you're a kindergarten love interest who tracked me down, a 60 year old man intent on stalking me, my next door neighbor, my lab partner, or whatever. i'm just curious who's actually reading this.
and i know this isn't a very accurate measure of my audience - i don't think i would comment either.
nonetheless. i'm wondering.
there will be friendsonly entries coming up soon, because my mental state has been beyond weird lately. and in a way it's perfectly normal, which is strange enough with my track record.
Jan. 8th, 2004 @ 11:30 pm
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You are the little prince.
Saint Exupery's 'The Little Prince' Quiz.
brought to you by Quizilla
I need to reread that book. So wonderful.
Also on my to-read list:
* Love in the Time of Cholera
* The Fountainhead
* The DaVinci Code
* Ishmael
Just so you know.
Jan. 5th, 2004 @ 10:44 pm
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went laser tagging with natalie, lauren, genna+peter and some of their friends yesterday. i am so bad at it it's not even funny. i was at the bottom of the list like every time, even when i tried. it was almost humiliating. the fact of the matter is, i am absolutely horrible at anything remotely physical. i cannot run, throw, catch, tackle, stretch, reach, jump, hit, swing, spike, kick, punch - yeah. i'm going to be jumped in an alleyway and my body's going to be found rotting twelve days later, because on top of having like no muscles, anywhere, i had to be short and small and easy to kidnap.
i really do think that laser tag predicts your success in life. it requires stealth and speed and a good sense of direction and knowing when to back off and all those lovely things, none of which i possess, so i just thought you should know that i will be dead by my mid-20s, in order to more fully appreciate me. and maybe notify the police if i vanish. that would be nice too.
in other news, people are assholes. one of my brother's friends was at the laser tagging place. the same friend who was supposed to stay the night here last night, but got his mother - one of my mother's closest friends - to call and say he was sick and couldn't come. i felt like hitting him, but he was taller than me. since i'm already weak and short and unloved and bad at laser tag, a face that doesn't make people run screaming is just about all i've got going for me.
Jan. 4th, 2004 @ 03:56 pm
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wow, i am so dead i could ... die right now. my limbs have ceased to function and i am rapidly losing the mental capacity to think let alone type coherently. standing in lines at universal studios for 1303 hours on 5 hours of sleep is not fun.
vote on the word i should write my uva essay on (my favorite word):
* crisp
* brisk
* autumnal
* fastidious
* lethargic
* languish
* or suggest one
ok, time to go into a coma.
Dec. 30th, 2003 @ 06:35 pm
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This test says I have a very good chance of qualifying for Mensa. Bow down to my genius.
What's Your Personality?Find out!
Ha. Ha. Hahahaha ...
This is my life
Wake up.
Eat waffles.
Brush teeth.
Go on computer.
Put up witty away message.
Wait for someone interesting to sign on.
and it's ending one minute at a time
Dec. 28th, 2003 @ 12:52 pm
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How's this for completely losing whatever meaning Christmas might once have had? My dad told me two hours ago that we're opening presents tomorrow morning here. Christmas with my mom is the 24th. Then we have another Christmas with my aunt in Florida the afternoon of the 25th. It's kinda like the many nights of Hanukkah, only not. It seems like it might be nice, getting more than one day, but it just trivializes it. I'm not a religious person in the slightest, but there's something to be said for the childlike rituals of Christmas Eve that we've completely lost. "Oh, by the way, it's Christmas tomorrow, did you know?" Manipulating the holidays to fit our busy schedules, that's the way to go. Flights are cheaper Christmas morning, so why not celebrate Christmas the day before? Or the day before that? Hell, why not in July - it'll be less commercialized. Or how about this: every month, you'll get a single present. It's the same number of presents, and it's just a date, after all.
I'd rather have a big happy family open all the presents at once, one big joyful morning, than these haphazard pseudo-Christmases that have come to characterize December for me.
Dec. 20th, 2003 @ 10:34 pm
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Last night I dreamt that I was Holden Caulfield from Catcher in the Rye. In the dream, his/my 10-year-old sister Phoebe was lesbian/transgendered, and I was yelling at my parents for making her wear frilly dresses and not letting her cut her hair short and being homophobic.
I think I need to take a vacation from my own intellectualism.
Dec. 18th, 2003 @ 02:17 pm
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gacked from lyddy:
1) Take the list.
2) Bold everything you agree with/have in common.
3) Replace the ones you don't with stuff about you.
( Memeness. )
Dec. 17th, 2003 @ 06:17 pm
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I cannot believe this.
It is the evening of the Lord of the Rings premiere, and not only am I not going to see it, but I can't bring myself to care.
I slept from one am to four pm last night.
Still nothing.
Dec. 17th, 2003 @ 05:05 pm
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On the plus side, today was my last exam, meaning I've got something like 20 days with nothing to do (but sit and wait for the letter, of course, as well as email the person i was supposed to have interviewed two weeks ago). We went to Maggiano's and I had Bruschetta and fettucini alfredo, where we discussed drugs, sex, and alcohol, probably loud enough so that the old ladies in the table over could hear every word we were saying. Then we went to Lauren's and watched Breakfast Club (which I now own) and Fight Club, which were very different the second time around. There were SO many Andrew/Allison and Bender/Claire hints watching it the second time around, and Tyler Durden's figure flickers randomly on the screen sometimes.
I ate an entire box of Snackwells cookies during the movies. An entire box, save for 3 cookies. That's 800 calories or something obscene. I have done nothing this past week except sit around my house, study (or not, as the case may be), and eat 5 meals a day, and I feel disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.
In case you couldn't tell, I'm in the midst of some sort of prolonged PMS-y type thing. I get depressed and irritable and lethargic the moment I'm alone. When I was at Lauren's I was running around and spinning on her slippery wooden floors (and falling on my ass, might I add) but now I'm tired and tense and unpleasant-feeling.
And this melting slushy brownishugh-colored snow is just the most depressing thing ever. It's like feeling your favorite memory fading away from you, feeling a spark of magic vanish slowly but surely.
I think I have SADD.
Dec. 16th, 2003 @ 10:35 pm
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wow ... sense a common theme there at all?
Dec. 14th, 2003 @ 11:13 pm
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Gacked from [ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<lj-user="til_midnight">') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] Gacked from <lj-user="til_midnight">:
<i>I know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.
But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes spinach."
I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal.</i>
Yes, it's kind of stupid, but I like knowing stupid little facts about people.
So yeah. It's off to bed for me, because my neck is about to snap.
Dec. 14th, 2003 @ 12:58 am
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Just this for now:
Why must all the beautiful boys be gay?
Dec. 13th, 2003 @ 11:57 pm
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