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| 09:00am 27/04/2006 |
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Okay, so, my dad reads my livejournal. Cool.
Friends-only. |
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| 01:36pm 26/04/2006 |
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I just pwned my midterm. |
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| 03:16pm 29/03/2006 |
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Maile is home! She came back with a machine she has to breathe out of, but still.
Kristy, Natalie, and I saw a movie at the Regency last night. The skeazy Mexican behind the counter didn't make us pay, which worked out well because the movie was not worth my three dollars. Madea's Family Reunion. The family reunion didn't happen until the very, very end, and it didn't make sense. Nothing in the movie made sense. It was a black drama, but I didn't really notice it until Kristy made it known that she counted all the white people on one hand. There were three in the whole movie, in case you were wondering, and they were suspended from the ceiling in a church. There were about 19 thousand characters, too. I was probably so confused because I couldn't keep track of anybody. The only two worthwhile characters were played by Tyler Perry, the man who wrote, directed, produced, and did the music for the movie. He played an old man and an old woman. Sidesplitting comic gold ensued.
Favorite line: "My momma was a REAL whore. She sold me for 10 dollars and a FIX!" |
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| 06:41pm 28/03/2006 |
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My mom picked up a feral cat from the streets right after I left for college. It had babies under our house that she also decided to keep. They all look alike, and for the past seven months, I thought there were three of them. About five minutes ago, I put three of them outside, turned around, and saw one sitting on the table. I literally thought that I went insane until my sister told me that we have four cats. No one ever tells me anything.
It doesn't help that their names are Momma Kitty, Big Momma, and Fluffy 1 and 2. No, seriously. |
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| 04:05pm 28/03/2006 |
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Maile is in the hospital right now. She's been there the past few nights and will stay a few more. There is something wrong with her lungs. She has an IV and is attached to a respirator. It's a really scary thing to pick up your baby sister and feel her struggling to breathe. She's been on an inhaler for a couple months now but I guess it isn't working. I've barely seen her since I've been back because my mom had to take her to the emergency room the day after I got here. At least I got to spend a few hours with her. She slept on my chest and it was lovely.
Oh yeah, by the way, I'm in Ventura, doing nothing. How unusual. My phone broke my last night in Santa Cruz. It was perfect timing. |
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| 03:47am 25/03/2006 |
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music: I FOUGHT THE WAR BUT THE WAR WON
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I saw Metric at the Fillmore with Amy and Ryan tonight and ohmahgahhhhh it was soooooooo gooooooood. I can't even put into words how amazingly AMAZING that show was, but maybe that's because it's almost 4 a.m. and we just got back. San Francisco is a lot farther away than people lead you to believe. Anyway, I'm covered in beer because there was a bar and everyone at this show was at least 25 except for us. The entire venue basically spilled their drinks in my hair so now when I hold it up it gets stuck. P.S. I decided that once you age past 22, excessive tattoos don't look good on you anymore. We saw Island open. They're made up of 2/3 of the Unicorns plus several more new guys. They're not that good. I felt like I was at the Unicorns redux but they were worse. Poor substitute. Bring back the Unicorns, I say.
We're leaving for Ventura in a few hours and I still have to pack. I'm so tired. Uhhhhboooooomb I can't get over how close we were to the stage. |
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| 09:47am 22/03/2006 |
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music: "When They Come" Devendra Banhart
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I'M DONE WITH WINTER QUARTER!!
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I'm really excited to go home. Saturday! |
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| 04:30pm 21/03/2006 |
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mood:  happy music: jamming in Joel's room through my wall
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I received an A and a glowing evaluation from my writing teacher.
HAVC has been taken care of and I'm probably (hopefully) going to get an A in my Music and Politics class tomorrow morning.
Also, I had a meeting with an academic advisor today and was informed that I've been a sophomore for the past quarter. Whoever made college made it way too easy. |
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| 03:15am 20/03/2006 |
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music: "FNT" Semisonic (ya know, from the soundtrack)
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10 Things I Hate About You will never get old. |
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| 03:11pm 15/03/2006 |
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music: "You're Gonna Lose That Girl" The Beatles
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I always forget to shower the week of finals. My hair hasn't been washed in five days. It's not like it matters all that much; it's not like I have a boyfriend or anything. I'll shower tonight I guess. |
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| 11:41pm 12/03/2006 |
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I love how Arseniy feels compelled to announce his arrival home from his weekend by entering the apartment yelling "bitches" and then stomping around outside of everyone's door, interrupting my train of thought that I've been busy trying to get started for my writing class final. I don't know who he is yelling out for when it's midnight on a Sunday and his roommates are either sleeping or up doing homework. I speculate that he is calling his ever-present delusions that tell him the people he lives with actually care that he is here. |
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| 12:15pm 11/03/2006 |
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There was a thunder and lightening storm last night, followed by snow. I'm scared the world is ending. |
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| 11:12am 07/03/2006 |
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I've just been fucked out of all the good classes for Spring quarter. I got the last enrollment time possible, and then when I went to enroll, I had a hold from the Health Center. They lost my immunization records, so I had to go fix it. In the meantime, all the classes I wanted/needed closed. I have to crash classes now so I can get my GEs. I do not want to be one of those fifth year seniors. I was forced to enroll in Geologic Principles. I'm taking a fucking class on fucking rocks. God fucking dammit. I fucking hate rocks. I hate the Health Center. People at this school are always fucking with my shit. It's not even noon, but I feel the need to drink, cry, and listen to Bright Eyes. I think that's a Facebook group. It should be if it's not. |
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| 10:39pm 03/03/2006 |
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Water polo is a pain in my ass. We had a game tonight and there are five more to come before the weekend is over. I'm still being punished for missing the tourney in Sonoma last weekend. Having my coaches passive-aggressively spite me makes sitting on the bench that much more pleasant. I think I'm getting another fever from the cold. Last night at practice I was wrestling for the ball with one of my teammates for the ball and she informed me that I was boney. Great, now I have a complex on top of everything else. I have to get up at 5:20 tomorrow morning. I'm tired just thinking about it. |
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| 02:17pm 24/02/2006 |
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I'm in Ventura. I can't describe how happy I am to not be in Santa Cruz for my birthday. No offense, Santa Cruz. Ryan and I got home at one this morning. We were supposed to be in at nine, but we missed our plane because we were taking pictures of ourselves at the terminal. No, seriously. It sucked, but I needed a new myspace picture anyway so I guess it all worked out. |
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| 12:45am 22/02/2006 |
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I am currently trying to write a paper with Arseniy and Drea yelling at each other about who does what chores for our inspection on Thursday. They can't decide what constitutes as a hallway and what is considered a bathroom area. One screams "bathroom!!" and the other responds with "HALLWAY!!!!" and then a door get slammed, reopened, and they start over again. I signed up for kitchen duties, so I'm staying out of it. I knew this was going to happen, which is why I chose the kitchen. Its area is not as ambiguous as the bathroom/hallway. I don't think they're ever going to come to an agreement since the architect hippies that designed this communal living space made the whole apartment a goddamn bathroom. They obviously did not have an Apartment Living Agreement in mind during the blueprint stage. Oh, I think they stopped fighting. Uhm okay nevermind there it is again. Drea is just screaming now. I think Arseniy is accosting her with the mop. He is demanding that she unlock her door. I would die if someone touched me with that mop. It's like seventy years old. Where is Florian? I should call the CSOs to stop this madness. Yeah okay it's like one in the morning. Why are they doing this now? They need to hurry up and figure this out. I have to pee but I am not about to enter this warzone. I didn't sign up for this. Someone needs to cancel my subscription because I am over their issues. |
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| 06:10pm 18/02/2006 |
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All surrounding areas of Santa Cruz are snowing right now. It's coming really close to snowing here, but alas, 39 degrees is just too warm to make snowflakes. Tomorrow's weather predictions are just above freezing. I will be playing water polo (as in, watching from the sidelines) in the sleet with only 34 degrees keeping me nice and toasty in the pool. I'm really glad that the heater in my apartment only blasts cold air from the outside.
Too cold to type. Must conserve energy. Very hungry. Even more unhappy. I want L.A. Now. |
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| 09:31am 16/02/2006 |
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mood:  cold
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Half the team was late to practice this morning because they had to scrape the ice off their cars. |
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| 09:03pm 13/02/2006 |
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music: "This Will Never Happen" Herman Dune
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My team did a panty exchange before practice today to help each other out of the funk we have all been put in because of Valentine's Day. It worked like a Secret Santa thing. DC drew my name, so she came to practice with this gift bag. She said she put it together with my first Fish Rap article in mind because she read it before she knew me. Inside my bag was a jar of Nutella, three pairs of underwear "in case things got really messy," and condoms with Planned Parenthood paraphernalia written on them. I love DC. I love my team. This makes me feel better about spending my eighteenth Valentine's Day alone.
On the subject of love, I spotted some guy I had never seen before at the 9/10 dining hall tonight and decided he is going to be my husband. Rose laughed at me, but I'm serious about this. |
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