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Tuesday, January 9th, 2007
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( Think Locally... )
Lots of shit has gone on. Subtle shit, too, not like gigantic crap. I hung out with Liz and Abby and Kendyl and Olivia and Dylan and the people at work, made some money and then blew it all on tattoos and shit I didn't really need (five different types of lotion? Honestly.) instead of buying the boots I've wanted for the past six or so months. Oh well.
That's pretty much...it. For now. Ya know. Bye.
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Friday, December 8th, 2006
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College sucks up way too much time. Really--you come back from classes and you have nothing to do from 2.20-5.30 when you go to dinner, and in that time frame, wherein you have no homework because you never do (that's a lie; I never have homework) , facebook has a tendency to get SO interesting that you don't do things that you want to do. That is, post on livejournal because it's been almost a month since you've said anything with any slight worth.
I'd say something interesting has happened, but I'd be lieing. Syracuse pretty much sucks the life out of anything that enters its boundaries. That rips for anyone who has to live here, but I guess you get used to it...unfortunately. The only thing, at present, that's keeping me going is knowing that I leave Wednesday morning (even if it turns out I have to switch trains in Albany in order to get to Worcester which I did not know because my father decided not to tell me that until today when I had a particularly unpleasant day). I have four finals: one Monday (German), one Tuesday (Psych), and two take home (Stats and Critical Writing) which I'm going to try to punch out this weekend between studying for Deutsch. It's not too bad, really, my finals schedule. I feel alright about ciritical writing--Scanlon likes the way I write, but unfortunately gives me A minuses for papers I shit on in two hours. Unfortunately? Yeah, I guess that's the right word to use; I've written some shit papers, but he likes them. Okay, then. Please pass me that well on the final, sir.
Maybe it's the weather, but being here really brings me down. I don't really get it, if it's really ME, my surroundings, or if other people feel this way about college, but I feel really inadequate here (as in an institute of higher education). There's always someone doing better than you 50-fold, someone who, because their family has connections, got the work-study job you know you're faar more capable of, or a friend who always ends up with everything you think you deserve more, who'll admit to things far more readily than you ever will. It's frustrating because, going through life where everyone tells you that you're going to do great things someday, you expect that at some point, the people that grade your work and have to evaluate you ar going to catch on and realize you're more capable than they thought. Unfortunately, that doesn't happen. Maybe it's just the cynical part of me trying to get out today, but I honestly feel that way.
Egh, don't read that, that was pathetic.
I'm desperately trying to think of Christmas/Holiday presents...and am coming up very empty-handed. Hints are welcome...
Last night, I got into bed around 11.30, and fell asleep around 2. I think some of it has to do with Kayley's needing the TV on to sleep. She took Nyquil (she has a cold) and it made her pass out around midnight; I turned the TV off around 12.30, because I didn't know that she had taken the Nyquil and assumed she wasn't very sound asleep. Come 1.45...my eyes are wicked heavy but I'm not drowsy enough to fall asleep. Get up, get the iPod, make a playlist of Keane, Tiger Lou, and Travis to try to fall asleep to...nope. 26 songs later I'm still wide awake. It was a miserable night. And right now? I'm tired, but the second I lay down I'm going to pass out and I have to partake in a psych study at six and write a summary for my Psych class. I'd sleep straight through it, naturally.
Days like this also give me extreme music ADD. Or Tardive Dyskinesia? Hmm...this question must be furthered...
I hate how Coke goes flat even in the fridge after only an hour.
( Random weather pictures. )
And now I'm through, I think.
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Wednesday, November 15th, 2006
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Naturally, I did not post. Don't have faith in me, darlings: I procrastinate.
Well Kendyl visited this weekend and it went well (der); she got a tattoo on Saturday, and Sunday she went home...it really didn't feel like she was here, since she got here Friday night and not much happened. Oh well. Break is coming up.
I've been battling some weird now three-day-long headache/bodyache, and I swear if this breaks into the flu over break I'm going to go ape and kill the entire city.
That being said...
Aww. Ain't we adorable?
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Thursday, November 9th, 2006
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Honestly, I have been meaning to post. I've just been very stressed lately, and quite honestly, nothing really happens here; the stuff that does happen, I don't feel comfortable posting. That being said...
Kendyl's coming to visit tomorrow.
12 days until I go home for Thanksgiving Break. :D Fuck yes, bitches.
I got a B on my Critical Writing pre-write.
My photos are nicht so gut. Eh. I'm depressed about that class.
I'm not getting much sleep. Or rather, I'm not sleeping well; I sleep deeply for about seven hours, then I wake up and am still exhausted.
I have eaten two meals a day for about three weeks. I've been living off noodles and dinner everyday.
Purling just isn't working out, for some reason...
Oh well. What can you do? It'll all get better when break is over; time away from college will be good, if even just for a few days. A break is much needed, much appreciated, and well-treated.
I'll hopefully say something a little more up-beat tomorrow. :)
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Tuesday, October 31st, 2006
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| Time: | 12:17 am. |
| Mood: |  exhausted. | | Music: | Kay on the phone.. |
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( Night, yinz. )
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Wednesday, October 18th, 2006
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Tuesday, October 17th, 2006
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Soooo my brithday came and went amidst a headache and pouring rain. They got me a Fom pillow (it's heart-shaped, but looks like balls when you turn it upside down; and imagine when it gets stretched out?) and an H&M gift certificate. We went to dinner, they gave me a cookie cake...good friends.
I'm kind of tired, but like a physical tired rather than a ready-for-bed tired. Hm. Go figure.
so....uhm...i completely forgot what i was going to post. hm.
night.
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Monday, October 9th, 2006
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last night was a good night; got to see some concordians and bedfordians. i didn't get to talk to kendyl, though, which sucked. I lost my phone (it was on the bathroom floor apparently) so I was kind of out of the loop for a little while. She's probably coming up to le moyne in the next coming weeks, though, which is good.
today was good, too. Liz and I trekked to Harvard and there was an Oktoberfest kind of deal thing going on. We kicked around, went into Boston, kicked around some more, created havoc at Alewife for about 45 mintues...then we both watched She's The Man, at our respective homes, which was a little funny...
oh, and my birthday is next tuesday. plan accordingly.
uhm..other than that...kind of tired, mostly bored, bummed that i have only one more day.
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Thursday, October 5th, 2006
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Not. I've never liked scabs. Especially on my punch--no siree. Oh Jesus--yestrerday, it killed alllll day, from when I got up consistently until about 5 when I took Naproxin. It was horrid. The entire side of my face hurt.
TWO DAYS. I'm so excited. I don't know how I'm getting back still, but I'm going home, and that's all I really care about. :)
My stomach hurts. I need to eat something of substance, ie, not caf food. It gives no nutritional value ever at all.
NIghtie night, kiddies!
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Thursday, September 28th, 2006
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Well well well...
I got my ear dermal punched. :D
I've been planning on this for a few months, actually, but it's illegal in Massachusetts (although the Pinos said they would do it); it is in most states, because a biopsy punch is used and therefore considered a medical procedure. In NY, though, it IS legal. So I called Scarab, asked about it, John (the piercer) said he could order the punch. I never called back until Monday, which was about three weeks after I had asked, two after he had gotten it in. I said I'd come Wednesday, and Kayley and Jen came with me. Kayley is my official hand-holder, after having held my hand through the nose.
The punch was painful, it feels like a razor going through your body (which is precisely what it is). I've heard that the when it exits, it's the worst part, but the initial was the worst of it. John had said before that we'd be able to hear my cartilage--Kayley and Jen made hilarious faces--and that sometimes it's v loud. To me, it sounded like a styrofoam cup getting crunched up, but I think he was bummed; apprently, it usually "echoes." He had to hold my ear for awhile to stop the bleeding--we're talking like 20 minutes--but my ear canal had filled up with blood, making everything sound really weird. Once he got me a little cleaned up, he had to take the blood clot out...which took a minute. And some digging. Then I felt a gush of warm liquid and i went "I can hear now!"
He also showed us the piece of ear that was removed, and I told him I didn't want to keep it, so he threw it away. Kayley was making the BEST faces ever, and Jen kept saying I had "mad balls" and shit along those lines. He also took pictures of it for his portfolio, which made me feel special. It stung for like four hours afterward, but it's fine today. I've only hit it a few times, and even that doesn't hurt. I was told that if I hit it really hard in the next 3 or 4 days, it will start gushing blood like when it was punched. John ALSO said that it'll bleed in my sleep, so my pillow will be covered in blood and it will look like i got shot in the back of the head--but no such luck, it barely bled last night. Overall it wasn't a terrible experience, and when he pierced it, he had his crotch in my face (again), so it's not like it was horrid. :)
And my nose is getting better--yaaaaaay no more nasty bumps! Well...it's there but not as angry.
My cold is going away, too, which is ver ver good.
Uhm...yeah. I passed in my shit critical writing paper today, which i'll probably get a bad grade on for two reasons:
i extracted it from my ass in about an hour
i complained about my professor after class--and he was outside the door.
So ya know. Ya know.
Oh well. What can you do? It is my first paper of the year, so I'm not too bent out of shape about it. I have many more chances to redeem myself.
( PITTURES!!! )
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Saturday, September 16th, 2006
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| Time: | 11:46 pm. |
| Mood: |  lame. | | Music: | so sweet--johnathan rice. |
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Kayley went with her mother and brothers to her aunt and uncle's house for the night. They took me out to dinner, which was sweet of them; they're good people. I like them.
I'm feeling pretty gnarly right now, i don't know what's going on. well, I do, but that's not it. My head's been hurting consistently for the past few days, as has my throat. Blah, I don't want to get sick. Maybe it's because i have the World's Most Fucked Up Paper to write before tuesday, maybe it's because I lost my first roll of film (ever)...who knows. Alls I know is that I feel like shit.
So...yeah. night.
Currently Watching...
Lazy Sunday UK (We Drink Tea. Very stupid, entertaining nonetheless because the one kid just looks like he's having a seizure
Long (15 minutes) TBS making a funny. I laughed several times. There's a great interpretive dance scene I must say, and I think mustard was involved. In a bathroom.
Jeff Richards loving sheep.
Showering has never looked so hot. Well...when I realized that it was in fact Adam Lazzara wrapped up to his tits in a towel, NOT the girl, showers never looked so hot.
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| Subject: | Dumpaa |
| Time: | 4:05 pm. |
| Mood: |  bored. | | Music: | Ghost Man on Third--TBS. |
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Well, it's Family Weekend. My parents couldn't come, which is a bummer on many levels, but I was planning on using my father to help me with a paper for critical writing that no one understands. Oh well...I'll find a way to pull one out of my ass.
I've been feeling kind of gross lately, like a general crap feeling. Headaches, stomach aches...it's probably just the food.
Uhm..not much else to really report. I'm sure something will happen that's worth talking about.
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Friday, September 8th, 2006
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| Subject: | Lord. |
| Time: | 11:08 pm. |
| Mood: | Tom Chaplin..... | | Music: | "Dare"--Gorillaz. |
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Honestly, I've meant to write something pretty much everyday, but I haven't arsed myself to do it. So we'll just do it this way:
-college...going alright.
-my roommate is chill. It's so good that we're getting along.
-everyone thinks it's amazing that I don't drink and are all convinced that they're going to get me to drink.
-i got my cell phone back today.
-there's no reception on campus.
-i got my nose pierced sunday.
-i was going to get my conch dermal punched tomorrow, but it's a long story. so it's a no-go.
-i miss home.
-i miss everyone.
-we went to Tully's (a restaraunt--if you find yourself in Syracuse, find one and go there). Not having cafeteria food was great, but i ate so fast i feel ill
-i went to bed at 15 to 4, got up at 8ish, then got up around 9. I've been up since then.
-i like my classes.
-i'm really tired.
uhm....i don't know what else to say. one day at a time, huh?
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Sunday, September 3rd, 2006
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| Time: | 2:03 am. |
| Mood: |  tired. | | Music: | Conversations, and my clock (and i smell corn..?). |
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( It's laaaaate. )
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Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006
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Oh my God.
Snakes on a Plane = AHHHHHHH.
Dancing in the movie theatre to the music video = AHHHHH.
I had an amazing night. Seriously, all the really amazing nights happen right before the end of something, and I hate it because you can't go back.
But that only means it gets better. And it will.
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Monday, August 21st, 2006
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| Subject: | Tired. A little out of it. I wanna see Snakes on a Plane. |
| Time: | 4:24 pm. |
| Mood: |  bummed.. | | Music: | "10 Dollar"--M.I.A.. |
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Hm. Well.
The last week has basically equaled craziness. Too many parties, too many hours spent at work, too many hours i could have slept lost. But my tattoo's healed, now, and it's damn fucking sexy.
I'm starting to get the "but I don't want it to end" feeling. I was going alright and everything, but I'm just kind of bummed now. I hate goodbyes, and my theory is because we moved so much when I was little that I related saying Bye to people as being final. And my dad going to Iraq really didn't help much, either, because that just sucked. I've always had a hard time with goodbyes. I hate this.
To move to something not so sad (I'll save the leaving rant for another day), I bought two cds, three shirts, got a haircut, and I can't get my nose pierced because the cash just ain't flowin anymore. Bummed, yes, but that just gives me a reason to go into downtown Syracuse when I get there--find Scarab Body Arts, pop in, and be like, "Yo, put it in me."
Put it my NOSE.
I'm addicted to M.I.A. now. I'm in love. Addiction. And I was surprised TBS's cd is as good as it is. I was skeptical. But yes, it is good.
you fuck my man and wreck my home,
i'll get my bro to rob your phone.
Question of the week:
Thunder storms: yea or nay?
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Thursday, August 10th, 2006
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So the tattoo actually happened this time, which is great because I think I'm an addict. And having Liz there was great, because she had little faith in me. : ) We had to bum around a little bit beforehand because we were about an hour early. We grabbed some sustenance, then popped in, and i think Brian liked the idea of brownies instead of cash for a tip.
Honestly, I was expecting pain a lot worse than what it was. The first few lines were not bad at all, but then he had to stop to fix the cord; in that time, it sarted hurting, and then he started again when it was starting to feel v uncomfortable. It was super uncomfortable when he got to the v underside of my arm and closer toward my pit b/c the skin is like baby skin there. I think I was tensing at one point because he laughed and went, "You loved that, didn't you?"
And he said it was neat. And when Liz asked him at a brief break how I was, he said I was "perfect." See that, Liz? Perfect. I got to watch Gladiator, though, which I've never seen. All in all, the most distracting thing was how he had his arm on mine (the arm rest thing made my hand rest on the counter); my hand kept going numb and I have these red marks on the back of my hand and wrist where the edge dug in. And the worst pain was actually about two hours after, when I had washed it an everything. It felt like someone was running their finger down it, and then there was poking-pain in one spot.
And the ride home was great; Mary and Liz are frightening when they're together. I don't think Mary took one single breath the entire day. I could hear her over the gun. :D
I'm happy now, though, which is always good, yeah?
Anyway, it's hot in here, i'm a little frustrated with the ointment (ointment doesn't wash off v well), and I'm getting tired which isn't good because I'll just wake up in a moment or two and i have work at noon tomorrow. Yuck. I don't know how well ointment is going to work THEN.
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