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[Mar. 6th, 2008|12:07 am] |
So.
I expect this very well may be the last entry I make on this lj.
I've been tossing the idea around in my head for a bit, and I think I've decided to end this here. And start up a new journal with a different name.
I didn't understand why someone might do that and not just continue with the same journal, but now I get it. There's so many dead journals I'm friends with, the interests page is wayy outdated, and I just feel like I'm not the same person who started this journal four years ago.
I'd love for everyone to come with me to my new journal. It's been created for a while now, in fact, it was destined to be my writing journal before I gave up on that. For my own paranoid reasons, I won't openly state what it is (though depending on how well you know me, you may be able to guess...let's just say I'm not original when it comes to naming stuff).
So if you wanna keep up with my life, comment here and I'll add you there. And, just so you know, I totally want all of you to move to the new journal, but I don't want to force it upon any of you. I haven't commented anyone in AGES, but I read everything all the time. I'm hoping a new journal will inspire new habits.
So yeah, I'm making this way more melodramatic than it deserves. But come. I'll make cookies. (And then eat them all, since I have no way to send them to you =X) |
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[Mar. 4th, 2008|11:20 am] |
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| | "Boston and St. John's"--Great Big Sea | ] |
http://www.irish2000fest.com/entertainment/lineup.asp?page=1&mnuENT=1&page2=4&
OH MY GOD.
GAELIC STORM AND GREAT BIG SEA AT THE SAME FESTIVAL.
OH. MY. GOD.
I NEED TO GO TO THIS THING AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
CAPSLOCK PWNS
Seriously though, two of my favorite bands that nobody knows in the SAME PLACE at the SAME TIME. AT AN IRISH FESTIVAL. I've always wanted to go to one of those (and not the half-ass ones I've danced at). It's about three hours from here. So by September, I have to find someone with a car who has the same taste in weirdass music that I've got.
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yeahthatsnotgonnahappen. =((((( I WANNA SEE GAELIC STORM, DAMNIT! They're doing a concert in a place that's ten miles from my sister's school. TEN MILES.
So if I'd gone to Purchase or stayed near the city, I could see them.
But, it gets more interesting. They're also doing a concert in POMONA (fgljersseo right near the college) and Pittsburgh, which is where Carnegie Mellon is. WHAT THE HELL, COLLEGE GODS? WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME?!?!? |
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[Mar. 2nd, 2008|11:34 pm] |
Exactly one year ago today, I made this statement in my lj:
"Oh, and I got into Geneseo. So theoretically, if I get rejected from all other colleges, I'll be going to Geneseo."
Back when I was upon my private-school-bitch high horse. But, perhaps sensing what was to come, I added:
"They have this kickass mondo Science program. I'm happy."
And yes, this place has made me happier than I ever was at home. It's a matter of taking the average of my highs and lows, and figuring out how I am. And, right now, even though I'm kind of in a low point, I'm still glad to be here. And don't want to transfer anymore.
(though I doubt you knew I was considering it.) |
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| you were no angel, and i was no sin |
[Feb. 27th, 2008|11:07 am] |
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| | "Awake"--Josh Groban | ] |
I'm like a little kid a lot of the time. You know how little kids could have the most craptastic day ever, then one good thing happens, but that one good thing is what they remember?
So even though I got a 70 on a geo test, bombed the shit out of my math quiz, dropped my clean laundry in a puddle of melty snow, got snowed on, got more or less ambushed by four guys in an unfair snowball fight, endured an awkward dinner sitting next to the guy who wants in my pants, was scolded by my mother for doing "decent" in college, nearly started crying in front of someone, and didn't start my essay...it was a good day.
Unexpected hugs (from non-creepers) make me indescribably happy.
I have a serious crapload of work to do, but first it's survey time! Cause I haven't done one in a longass time.
Oh, and my hair's back to red, yayness! No more inch-long roots. Huzzah.
( yo mama ) |
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[Feb. 25th, 2008|02:55 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | "Black is the Color"--Gaelic Storm | ] |
How do I feel?
Kind of forgotten. Upset for no real reason other than every time I try to make peace with him, he throws everything to the floor and pushes me far away.
Lonely. Yeah, lonely works nicely.
And of course there's the ever present burning anger at myself, that gets stronger with every stupid thing I do.
...well, at least it'll keep me warm through the rest of winter.
Honestly though, and I know I've put this here countless times before, but if something about me is bothering you, then goddamn TALK TO ME ABOUT IT. I'm not a mindreader, and I absolutely suck at picking up on signals, so if you're angry with me for something I've said or done to you, let me know. So that the issue can be resolved and things can be sunshine and happiness once more. And I will do the same if you fucking let me. But if I've tried to talk to you and you've blown me off and pushed me away, I will get fed up and stop caring.
I don't like unresolved problems, but my life has become full of them. It pisses me off more than anything, honestly. |
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| let it be once more proclaimed... |
[Feb. 20th, 2008|12:45 am] |
I love juggling club! Seriously, everyone in it is so random and awesome.
And I'm getting betterish....yeah. It put me in such a better mood.
I seriously don't know why I'm still awke though, gah. Gahhhhh.
Someone's laughing like a squeaky toy. They're scaring me.
...yeah, I'mma do that whole sleep thing now. Word. |
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[Feb. 18th, 2008|12:53 am] |
Word. So last night was the final performance of Incorruptible, it went as well as all the other shows. Then there was the cast party afterwards. The crew was invited, and three of us went together because we're all freshies and didn't want to feel out of place. The girl whose house it was in lives in one of the townhouses, and ohmygod, I freakin want a townhouse. They're a-freakin-dorable. And bigger than I thought. So yeah, totally want one.
The party was a good time. Got drunk for the first time this semester. Which led to a really dumb move on my part. I think it's hilarious now, actually. Maybe I should care more about what a jackass I was, but I don't.
Honestly though, I really enjoy being single. It's just every once in a while I forget.
So, despite not falling asleep until around 4:50 AM, I found myself awake at freaking 9:30. Whatthehell. So I tried to go back to sleep, didn't work, then I showered, ate a healthy breakfast of twix, and at 12 headed on up to Brodie for strike. Which was more or less like light hanging in reverse, since I was helping "Mahk" (the crazy British lighting designer) take the lights down. "That's what she said" jokes came every three minutes. And they slowly morphed into "that's what your mom said." Good times.
I'm a hundred years behind on both work and sleep (dark circles under eyes are no good), and I just had a mountain dew so I won't be tired enough to sleep for another five hours or so. Haha, I'm smart. Ahhh. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|10:43 pm] |
I'm doing running crew for the vegSOUP, which is the student run play that goes up Thursday. The play's madddd funny. It's kind of boring though, cause there's no scene changes and the one time we need to move shit is after Act I. But it's a good place to do homework. The ASM was being snappish with us and one of the actors came over and apologized for her. It was nice of him, he's a very sweet guy.
But I missed juggling club because of rehearsal. Obviously. I saw Edd today in the union, and we hung out for a bit.
Oh, Ulysses got a package today, and he was telling me about it online, then he goes oh my god! I was like, what? He said, my mother sent me something besides ten pounds of candy. I was like, what? He said, I can't telll you I have to show you. So later on, he kicks on my door, I let him in, he gave me candy and then he pulled his pants down to show me the shiny red silk boxers his mom sent him. I was like, you're right, telling me over the internet wouldn't have had the same effect.
There's a broomball game at 1, and I think I'm going. Woohoo.
I keep buying shit from the vending machines when I miss dinner. Unhealthy, word. But yay for using flex! |
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| gahhhhh |
[Jan. 28th, 2008|10:05 pm] |
I MISS HIM
::facepalm:: |
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