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Wednesday, October 22nd, 2003
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Steph walks into the doorway with a very sad look on her face and announces "my pee isnt orange...im dying"
the girl two doors down is basically dying in the hospital of meningitis and everyone next door is on medication to prevent them getting it and since she is over there so much she's on it too. the pills are supposed to make your pee orange and everyone elses is but hers isnt :( I feel bad! I hope she's okay!
I cant deny I almost wanted to laugh, she was so sad about her pee not being orange.
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Tuesday, October 21st, 2003
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| Time: | 11:03 pm. |
| Mood: |  giggly. |
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Honors Psych.
Cherry Pies discussion. Cherry Pies would survive a nuclear holocaust. Everyone would be dead but you'd still find a truckful of cherry pies still intact and just as delicious despite radiation. Cherry pies cause cancer but do we keep eating them? Hell yes! Cherry pies are very similar to twinkies. Twinkies last forever. There was a twinkie from 1975 that was opened in 2003 and was just as yummy as the day it was made.
-"If you are what you eat then you should just eat twinkies so you never get old."
-"then you'll be yellow and spongy."
-"and have no bones."
arent you glad we get so much done? haha
just poshin. its a 2 and a half hour class. theres plenty of room for cherry pie and twinky discussion.
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| Time: | 12:43 am. |
| Mood: |  sleepy. |
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oh bother.
and things just disappear. I blame Rhett. all of these things here are things that disappear.
I had happiness to give you.
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Monday, October 20th, 2003
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I'm in a better mood.
Read my english. Read my MassComm. Read my psychology.
and I just might start a paper or review for jazz. watch out now.
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ugh. just ugh. thats all I have for this situation.
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| Time: | 12:59 am. |
| Mood: |  melancholy. |
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two wrongs make it all alright tonight.
oh if you only knew.
I dont need distance. I'd give quite a few things just to have what they take for granted.
and I cant make them see it. its never been my place.
I just wish someone knew how hard this has been on me. someone not you.
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Sunday, October 19th, 2003
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aha. funniness of the night..
brian: "hey...everyone whose not breathing, raise your hand!"
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woooooooooooo razz and dew
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I quit.
good effort though...
read it in the headlines. watch it on the tv. put it in the background. stick it in the back.
oh you know what im doing.
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Friday, October 17th, 2003
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| Time: | 4:52 pm. |
| Music: | south. |
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Even artichokes have hearts.
xx love it.
what makes you think I cant feel.
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they go so much faster nowdays and good thing cuz you need to be home before dark.
A - Act your age: eighteen.
B - Boy who's just a friend: Jon.
C - Chore you hate: sweeping the rug.
D - Dad's name: roger.
E - Essential item: jeans.
F - Favorite actor: johnny depp.
G - Gold or silver: silver.
H - Hometown: plymouth.
I - Instruments you can play: kazoo.
J - Job title: bartender, when I go back.
K - Kids: two. girls.
L - Living arrangements: cinderblock cottage.
M - Mom's name: midge.
N - Number of people you've slept with: zip.
O - Overnight hospital stays: 1992. leukemia scare.
P - Phobia: death.
Q - Quote you like: "between the smoke and the movement she uses the music to see."
R - Religious affiliation: church.
S - Siblings: sarah.
T - Time you wake up: during the day.
U - Unique habit: moving funiture.
V - Vegetable you refuse to eat: spinach.
W - Worst habit: being stupid.
X - X-rays you've had: back. wrist. ankle. knee.
Y - Yummy food you make: homefries.
Z - Zodiac Sign - cancer.
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Thursday, October 16th, 2003
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whoa mood swings. and im not talking about myself. give people space or they'll give you space permanently. lol it would serve you right.
FUCK YEAH RED SOX!!!!!!!!
Did I mention its 3-3 and the game is on in 18 minutes? I want to get drunk tonight...we'll see. I should buy next time to repay Amber.
May I also mention that I only had one class today and got out at 12:30 but I have done absolutely nothing productive and I have SO MUCH SHIT TO DO THIS WEEKEND. GAH!
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Wednesday, October 8th, 2003
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t'was the night to beat New York
and all through the nation,
not a single sole was thinkin
of 85 years of damnation.
Cuz this is the year
to end our bad luck,
and even if it weren't
the YANKEES STILL SUCK.
On Damon, on Nixon, Manny, and Nomah
On V-tek, on Walker, Ortiz, and Millah
Carry this team and end this damned curse
Don't blow Game 5, or you'll leave town in a hearse
To the true fans of Boston,
Get a beer and a cup
And say it together:
"Cowboy Up!"
"COWBOY UP MOTHA FUCKAAAA!"
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Tuesday, October 7th, 2003
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I should be sleeping, but yet I feel I have nothing better to do than fuck around on the computer and listen to re-runs of I Love Raymond. I could be doing homework or I could be sleeping. NOT A HARD CHOICE!! argh....
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Monday, October 6th, 2003
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"They're the team for the NORTH EAST section of the country, people - no one here knows how to 'cowboy up'. 'GO SOX!' is good enough for me. :-)" -Sarah
"COWBOY UP!!!" -James
"Its about that time....Cowboy Up!!!!!" -Naomi
"REDSOX BABY!!!" -Chris
"Sox are gonna win in five.....No doubt about it!!!" -John
"RED SOX GAME COWBOY UP!!!!" -Greg
"GO SOX!" -Nate
"SOX so soon" -Kate
"GO SOX! 'Nothing comes easy for us and we don't want it to come easy for us. We're a blue collar-type team. We have a bunch of gamers.We don't make it easy, but we have fun doing it. We have the best fans in baseball, and nothing makes us happier than winning for them. We have the greatest pitcher in the world going in Game 5. Zito will be tough, but we'll just do the same thing we've done all year...cowboy up and win it for our fans!' ~Kevin Millar IF YOU ARE PART OF RED SOX NATION...COWBOY UP! And GO SOX!" -Tyler
Oh YES, It is a red sox nation!!!!!
COWBOY UP MOTHA FUCKAAAAAAA!!!!!!
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Sunday, October 5th, 2003
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Should I go for another lj? haha
who wants to check out my niftyness in progress? hhtp://www.geocities.com/noolard
click it
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Saturday, October 4th, 2003
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| Time: | 4:51 pm. |
| Mood: | bored. |
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Wow, my campus is ultra boring. I am thinking people should send some movies to me out of the kindness of their hearts.
If you don't then I shall dislike you, lots
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Thursday, October 2nd, 2003
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READ my crapass paper, you know you want to. Its not done, no insults
English Composition: 2nd paper
Professor Raschilla
10.01.03
“I NEED A TITLE”
“Intelligent she was not…at any rate, it was worth a try. It is, after all, easier to make a beautiful dumb girl smart than to make an ugly smart girl beautiful,” said the main character in Max Shulman’s 1951 short story, Love Is A Fallacy. The 18 year old college law student sought a girl to marry that would make him just like any other member of the lawyer crowd. All of the lawyers he had ever seen “were almost without exception, married to beautiful, gracious, intelligent women.” This man wanted nothing more than an ornament to be on his arm at cocktail parties, a beautiful wife to say something smart once a night was all a man needed. The 1950’s trophy wife was a product of centuries of sexism and anything but an improvement.
From early marriage arrangements where a man bought his wife from her family to betrothals, the decision to marry has long been up to anyone but the wife. Because marriages were about “the passage of power, property, lineage, and honor,” it was not uncommon for a father to choose a suitor for his daughter solely based on what would benefit the family name, or to pick a wife for his son based solely on what would benefit the family bank account. At the time marriage was an arrangement that had nothing to do with love and things would remain that way for centuries more.
Love eventually was considered a small “precursor to marriage”2 near the beginning of the 16th century, but remained viewed mostly as an inconvenience to parents in their arrangement of marriages. This theme was visible in many of Shakespeare’s writings. Romeo and Juliet (first published in 1597), “thrives on frustration and deprivation and becomes, seemingly, an act of rebellion against the repressive establishment.”2 People in love, such as Romeo and Juliet, were repressed by their families’ well-established reputations and by the political ties which could be born out of a union with one such as Paris. Marriage was a matter of reason, not of love.
The French romantic writer Stendhal described the distortion caused by love (or passion) in an analogy concerning tree bark. “He had observed the bare bough of a tree that had fallen into a salt pit and lain there for several weeks, acquiring a covering of brilliant crystals. Taken out of the pit, the shabby branch appeared at first glance to be a priceless objet d’art but it was actually worthless.” Stendhal is suggesting that when one is in love they allow their fantasies to replace reality and build up the object of their affection to the point where in their minds they are priceless, but in actuality they are “no more worthy of these fantasies than was the bare bough.”2 Stendhal’s theory of crystallization implies that a woman cannot hold interest in a man without her fantasies interfering, and that further reinforced the view that women were mentally inferior to men.
Comments/suggestions PLEASE!
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Wednesday, October 1st, 2003
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Watchin the 'Cos. Oh good times.
okay so its 12:03 on a wednesday morning and im the only one in the room! haha. Amber is in Kev's room gettin happy. and Steph is up on the third floor watchin something.
I HAVE CLASS @ 8:15!!!!!!!! ahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thats in 8 hours and 8 minutes! wooo! im definitely showering tomorrow morning. oh yes. so fresh and so clean, clean.
that is all I have to say. im gonna fall asleep to the 'Cos.
Sweet dreams my little hunny bunches
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Saturday, September 27th, 2003
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Just had my first mental breakdown since college started. Today is family day so both of my parents came and for the majority of the day I just walked around with them with a disgruntled attitude, I dont really know why. We went to the football game, walked back and I told my parents I wanted to get homework done, so basically I got rid of them before they had originally planned to go back. I just sat at the computer, gave each of them a kiss and watched them walk out the door and down the hall. Seconds later I got up, ran down the hall and out of the building til I caught up with my Dad and gave him a gigantic hug. He said Mum was still in the bathroom so I went back in and just waited in the bathroom til she came out of her stall and despite my efforts I started to cry. She knew exactly what was wrong and just gave me a hug. She kept saying that she couldnt just leave me here when im like this. I told her there was nothing she could do and just to go because Dad was going to get mad. She said she wanted to take me shopping or something to cheer me up and I said that wouldnt help. She really didnt want to leave but I made her go. I dont know why im like this right now. I didnt miss them for the past month and I've even been home twice already. Being around them makes me homesick, is that the opposite way around? Shouldnt NOT being around them make me homesick? Im weird. I felt horrible that I got rid of them early, but something in me just wanted them out of here as soon as possible and yet the second they left I started sobbing and running after them. The only reasonable explanation is PMS.
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complacent.
crushed.