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Thursday, August 27th, 2009
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10:12 am
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I had a dream in which Lizz encouraged me to start making those weird trendy little top hats . . .
. . . by crocheting them.
but as it turns out, there is already someone doing this.
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| Tuesday, April 21st, 2009
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8:44 am
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livejournal seems to harbor all of my bad news.
Patrick left.
People say I'm handling it well.
My parents and younger sisters are out of town while I'm supposed to be studying for finals.
I started to clean, and read, and I've studied a little bit.
I made plans with Jennifer and David to go to Niagara Falls in May. :)
In fact, Patrick was in New York, around Niagara Falls at times, for a week or so before he came home on thursday. He gave me a big hug, handed me some brochures and pamphlets for touristy things around Niagara Falls. He sat down, asked how I was, moved in closer and said "We should talk about breaking up" -right after I hadn't seen him for well over a week.
I'm depressed, maybe a little in denial.
A lot of me thinks that things didn't run their course properly, or all the way.
And I've also lost the vacation we were supposed to have. My plane ticket to use in the next 6 months that has to be overseas and worth about $1100- I don't see an opportunity for it. I'm not looking forward to the summer like I was before.
I'm not looking forward to a lot of things.
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| Wednesday, February 25th, 2009
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12:00 pm
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When I opened up livejournal to post it asked if I wanted to restore a saved draft. I said sure.
It says this:
Sam Bishop was elected Man of the Year: 2009 and oh yes, the party was fabulous.
Lizz even showed up- it was that good.
Other than that, I'm going to Japan next week for spring break.
I am figgin' terrified. I'm afraid of the airplane and airports, the train station and the train, how to pack, what to wear,
complete with the unfinished sentence.
Monday afternoon I got an email from Patrick telling me that he's stuck in the airport in Japan and that they want to deport him.
Long story short, they did deport him.
I picked him up from the airport last night.
I have no idea how to handle this situation.
This is the ultimate plan cancellation.
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| Sunday, November 2nd, 2008
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12:17 am
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Last night for halloween I dressed up like tinkerbell and went to the youmacon anime convention in Dearborn.
This morning I went to work.
This afternoon I went to lunch with Dave.
This evening I went back to youmacon; I did not pay for admission either night.
10 minutes ago I came home to discover my house toilet papered.
Nothing makes sense.
I don't even like anime.
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| Monday, October 13th, 2008
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7:11 pm
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I have been completely wooed by Magic Patrick; Literally, not figuratively, or internetly. In fact, he has nothing to do with the internet.
Remember how everyone I've been in a relationship with until now has pretty much stemmed from the internet? Probably not. Although Richard, Heroin Alex, and Chris Czub are blatantly from okcupid, Kevin was a set up from my cousin. My cousin who said "you should really meet my friend. His screen name is. . ."
I am now aware that I'm capable of meeting people in real life and liking them.
And above all, I'm capable of liking people again.
I appreciate his cheesiness instead of resenting it. I'm not ashamed of how he's so much older than me, or that he is, in essence, a professional nerd. And no one needs to know that he's a felon.
He's ridiculous. For example, I called him once and instead of saying hello he said "you are incredibly beautiful." He does things like that regularly. And last week he made reservations for us to go to a place in Ann Arbor where you rent out a themed room with a hot tub and mood music. He snuck in champagne and fresh pineapple. He's made an ongoing joke about the "250 things he loves about me." Always saying "another thing that would be on my list is . . ."
For no particular reason, today my guard dropped. I am in a relationship with him. I want people to know. It's okay to be happy and loved.
I didn't realize until recently how fucked up Richard left me. I've been terrified of commitment because he was. The only way I could have possibly wronged Richard was to keep myself at his level and pretend I had him at arms length as well. And I'm still a little scared that Patrick doesn't really care about me, but he at least pretends to, something Richard never did.
Patrick's about to leave for a 17 day "business" trip to Kansas city, followed by Berlin. I already look forward to talking with him on the phone at weird european hours and picking him up from the airport if I can. I even look forward to seeing him in two hours so we can go to goth night at Necto together, something I never imagined I'd ever do.
In other news, I just overheard my black roommate say, "Is it a felony? That's fucking shit. I thought 500. I thought anything over 500 was a felony. That's some fucking shit."
Goodnight
EDIT: I forgot to mention a second potentially concerning detail. so. . .
Potentially concerning detail #2:
He's 28 years old. Yeah. That's 9 years older than me. He was born in 1980. I didn't immediately know he was that old. I found out in time that if his age was a real problem I could simply stop seeing him, but it wasn't a big deal and I continuously find it's not a big deal. I even sort of like it.
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| Friday, October 3rd, 2008
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11:20 pm
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Today I caused a car accident because I was trying to catch magic patrick's attention while we were driving in separate cars on the freeway to tell him that we needed to turn around because I'd forgotten my phone. All of a sudden I notice the car in front of me was stopped so I had to stop really fast, which I did. The car behind me had to stop really fast, which they did. But the car after them didn't stop in time, and incidentally the car behind them didn't stop in time. I kept driving because I didn't know what else to do.
After I'd gone back to get my phone and was driving down the same freeway I saw all three cars being towed. I still feel really bad.
Speaking of magic patrick, I don't think I've mentioned him on livejournal before. We hang out all the time and go on adventures. I don't want to overwhelm my online journal with all the potentially concerning details that I've already learned to ignore. I'll let the internet in on these one at a time.
Potentially Concerning Detail #1:
He plays magic the gathering. . . .
. . . professionally.
This is how he makes his primary source of income. Magic tutoring, magic appearances and signings, magic article writing and forum participation, magic clothing lines, devising magic strategies, magic tournaments, etc etc etc.
The more I learn about exactly what he does to make money, they less embarrassing and more respectable it is.
On Thursday we adventured into the middle of some woods near where he grew up to explore some building that never got all the way built 70 years ago.
I jumped off of a 9 foot wall. I'm extremely proud of myself.
Pictures found on myspace and facebook.
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| Thursday, September 4th, 2008
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10:47 pm
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I haven't updated since I've come home from Seattle.
Did you notice I've gained 15 pounds since last summer? I did. My doctor checked my cholesterol, blood sugar, and thyroid just to make sure I'm a real fatty and not a medical fatty. I'm a real fatty.
I'm waiting on results for other tests because I'm firmly convinced that I have cervical cancer. My doctor does not agree with me, but when my tests come back next week with high grade lesions she's the one that's going to be all embarrassed.
My classes are Monday through Friday, so I don't expect a day off until Thanksgiving. This reminds me, what the fuck am I going to do with crewgiving this year? Pretty much the crew is dead. I'll probably invite everyone and let them sort it out.
Books were more expensive this semester than they've ever been. It's fucking ridiculous. I've dropped $450 so far, and I still need to buy my chem book. Also, I only purchased one book new and that's because I needed some sort of fancy code to use for my homework.
I'm also going to need to come up with $650 to cover a decent dent in my bumper from backing into a dumpster.
Thankfully I should be getting a good check from modeling in a couple weeks.
I went on a real date- scratch that, two real dates. That's certainly some progress considering I've been sitting around feeling sorry for myself for the past forever. I just don't know what to do with an attractive, charming, sensitive, affluent, felon who plays magic the gathering for a living and is too old for me.
I'm going to sleep because I have class at 8 am tomorrow morning.
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| Tuesday, July 29th, 2008
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9:43 pm
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I hopped on an amtrack bus to Vancouver last saturday. I ended up falling asleep in a way that didn't allow blood flow to my legs.
I went with my friend Stephanie, who is awesome despite her strong religious beliefs. Also with her roommate Yelena, and Yelena's friend Anna who is an obnoxious bitch. No lie.
I rented the crappiest hostel we could find despite Yelena and Anna begging to stay at a holiday inn. I found a hostel with mixed dorms for $10 a night, a rumored designated "sex room", and free beer on saturdays. We walked from the station to the hostel and it looked pretty much as expected. They confused our order for two rooms with double beds, so we wound up with a discount and one room with a double bed and a couple twin mattresses on the floor.
We checked out china town where I got an asian haircut for my non asian hair because the man cutting it couldn't understand that I only wanted a trim. It looks really shitty. But it was a $10 haircut, so I can't complain. There was some russian festival in china town and yelena and anna were really pissed because they were both born in russia and the people there didn't all speak russian. whatever. I bought a cell phone pouch with a little pig on it.
We headed back to the hostel for free beer time.
Everyone there was really nice and from all over the world. It was pretty crazy, with all the free beer and whatnot. A german named Felix showed us how to get to a fireworks show, which was alright. We then went to some crappy clubs and finally at the very end of the night I met a nice british guy who would I suppose be african-english, so not to say african american. His name was Richard. He should already be back in London. We're facebook friends.
My friends and I left the club. On our way back we ran into some guys who wanted my opinion as to whether or not one of their shirts was fuchsia. It wasn't. Fuchsia shirt guy had a big crush on Stephanie so we all went to Denny's together. Denny's is more expensive in Canada. So is everything else. We made it back to the hostel after 5 am. I slept.
Day two we had to carry all our stuff on our backs. We did some shopping and ate at an overpriced trendy loungey place where we ordered an overpriced pitcher of sangria, just because we could. Then we went wine tasting, again, just because we could. I actually do like sangria, but I still hate wine. Wait, I did like the white wine we tried that was 70some dollars a bottle, so I guess there's no future to that.
We walked back to the train station. The only time we used public transportation was on the way home from denny's because it was raining and we had about a mile and a half to walk and it was 5 am. So a $4 taxi split between the four of us was no big deal.
I probably walked over 10 miles in that 48 hour period.
Remember Danny? The law student, eagle scout, international middle school teacher, math/philosophy major, who wanted drunk texts from me?
I texted him on the way back saying "I'm not drunk, but I'm on a greyhound so it's practically the same thing."
He offered to pick us up from the bus station, in a suit. He had attended a wedding earlier, but it's more fun to pretend he dressed up to be our chauffeur with his giant 199x volvo. We dropped my travelmates off and got mediterranean food. I ended up defining rule 34 and lolcats to him. Upon describing the components of a lolcat he said "OH! My students used to send me those all the time!" I didn't ask why on earth 7th graders would be sending their algebra teacher icanhazcheeseburger links.
We ended up at some park/beach/lake/dock thing walking around talking and being sarcastically sad that we won't really get to know eachother.
At least I've proved to myself that I don't have to automatically hate every male that expresses moderate interest in me. Someday soon I may even be capable of putting it into practice.
Pictures of canada soon.
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| Saturday, July 26th, 2008
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12:50 am
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I hate popcorn. I have almost always hated popcorn. I've tried to like popcorn before and I just don't.
Today I went to an event titled the Capital Hill Block Party. While there:
I watched Girl Talk play a set.
I saw Les Savy Fav.
I got hit on the head with both a condom and a dildo.
I talked with a lovely boy who was a law student. He majored in Math and Philosophy, and just got back from spending a year teaching 7th graders at an international school in Beruit, Lebanon. He told me that going to graduate school for math is like eating 5 tuna fish sandwiches a day, 5 days a week, for 5 years. I'm never going to see him again because tomorrow I'm going to Vancouver BC, and by the time I'll get back he'll be gone on a three week hiking trip. "What are you, an Eagle Scout?" "Actually, yes." He invited me to drunk text him sometime.
I saw Vampire Weekend.
I was groped by two people during the set. WTF?! Vampire Weekend is not sexy. So random guy and random girl, you creeped me out; contrary to popular belief, people don't always want you grabbing at their hips.
I ran into Danny the eagle scout again and he tried to tell me how to catch the right bus.
I went to the bus stop and made friends with four Urban Outfitters employees. They used the word "snatch" and it grossed me out. Strangely, I prefer cunt to snatch. I took their picture for them.
I watched the bus drive right past us. I don't know why. Maybe it was too full.
I was escorted to another bus stop by a boy in a tie-dyed wolf shirt. This is possible.
I answered a call from Danny making sure I made it on the bus.
I got off the bus and started to walk back.
I realized wolf shirt is following me. Legitimately following me.
I almost picked up my phone and put 911 in just in case I needed it.
I asked where wolf shirt was going- he was just wandering. He invited me to get burritos. I declined. He invited me on a bike ride. I declined.
I told wolf shirt I was at my dorm and ready to part ways. He almost didn't leave.
I purposely left out the part where I mention the BEST POPCORN ON EARTH.
While on the bus i was thinking "dude, I'm hungry." I pulled out some free popcorn some organic foods booth forced onto me. I opened it up. Took a bite. I almost died of awesomeness. It's Popcorn Indiana gourmet kettlecorn popcorn and it's delicious. It's sweet and salty and wonderful.
So today is my "here's everything wonderful you'll never have" day. I made friends with a stranger who doesn't have a facebook and I'll never see or eat that popcorn again. :(
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| Saturday, July 19th, 2008
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11:10 pm
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I'm too lazy to update my previously written entry.
So to break some sort of record and create three livejournal entries without leaving my seat:
Today when I arrived at Bite of Seattle the band that was playing was a Journey cover band. I even called David so that he could hear it.
I just now realized that my away message today was "I wish I was listening to Journey." The festival gods must have been reading my mind. :)
I fucking hate Journey.
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10:49 pm
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10:27 pm - RIP CAT TRAIN :(
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Cat train is not a ringtone on my new cell phone, which is an LG Voyager. So, I must mourn the death of cat train while celebrating the birth of my new cell phone, which is so awesome I need a name for it. Any suggestions?
I salsa-ed it up last night again. A bunch of people from my group went that didn't go last time, and they all thought I was really good, but in reality I just look good because Salsa is a dance where guys do all the work and the women just do what the men shove them into doing.
The weird guy wasn't there. My friend from last week wasn't there either; the justin sane lookalike.
I did dance with a 50 some year old brown guy with a braided pink mohawk and terrible breath. It was unfortunate, but an experience none the less.
Today I went to an event called "Bite of Seattle." It was somewhat of a tastefest. I collected tons of free shit, including a small backback that says "Aquafresh" on it for being an awesome toothbrusher. I also ate stuff, but that's seriously undermined by the free shit. If anyone is in need of advertising rubber bracelets or frisbees or keychains, I've got 'em.
I can't believe I've only got two more weeks. I'm not ready to leave. :(
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| Sunday, July 13th, 2008
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10:10 pm
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First off, the other day I got on okc and made some hugely optimistic post about how I've found some sort of inner peace and self love, but that's far to boring for livejournal.
It was inspired by salsa dancing. I salsa-d like there was no tomorrow.
Twice people/instructors in this program have asked the group of 80 if anyone blogs. Both times I've been the only one to raise their hand. Both times I've been asked what I blog about. What do I blog about?
If you weren't aware, on okcupid I actually do blog. I write multiple times a week usually. Nothing too lengthly or meaningful. Occasional stories or happenings. Often fears/paranoias.
This isn't even a diary. I have a diary. Nearly all of my diaries are red spiral notebooks with the word "literature" written across the front. This used to be coincidental. Here, it's a notebook also with "literature" written across the front, but it's black instead. Entries are tucked between notes about when to apply to dental school, how much the DAT costs, passwords, email addresses, grocery lists.
I visited a migrant camp where a clinic was holding a health fair. We walked door to door informing people that we would be testing for diabetes and blood pressure and that there would be gifts for participating. I didn't speak spanish so I just smiled. As I'm not trained in pricking fingers I held a puppet with a big grin up to small children and helped them practice teeth brushing on it. once they practiced they earned a glittery toothbrush of their choice and some other cool teeth cleaning products. They were all covered in dirt and berry juice. Quite obviously children as young as 3 or 4 had completed full work days crawling around picking strawberries. And they were so happy, living in tiny sheds in the middle of nowhere.
I went to Pike Place and started souvenir shopping.
Got a chai at the first starbucks.
Went through an upside down pyrimid shaped glass-walled library.
Ate Pho. Do we have pho places in michigan? I've never seen a basic pho place anywhere. It's pretty delicious.
I started to learn how to really swim.
Salsa dancing was also incredibly exciting. About 10 of us got all dressed up. We were late for the lessons, but in time enough for me to pick up the basic step and spin. I think I can keep up with salsa-ing because the male is the one who really needs to know what he's doing. They signal for when the female should spin, and in what direction. It seems as if no one rejects anyone in dancing and couples only dance one song. Many guys probably between the ages of 19 and 55 helped try to teach me.
I even asked one guy to dance.
Yes. Me. I asked someone to dance with me.
Alright. So he was the weird kid who was either an employee or a far too often regular. He wasn't cute in any light. But he was just dancing circles around everyone. I asked if he's teach me a little. And he did. If he, or anyone, taught me anything it was just do the basic step and spin where they push you.
Also, I chatted with some awkward kid in converse and a punk band tshirt who resembled a jittery Justin Sane of Anti-flag. He said he didn't dance with people too often because he was shy. I didn't really ask him to dance but I made eye contact. If you make eye contact with someone between songs you're instantly trapped into dancing with them. He was from Iowa and working at some book store. I didn't find out what really brought him here.
It seems as if this place is filled with people from outside, other places. Who suddenly wound up here and felt like they belonged. I wonder if I'm one of them. In Detroit it's so rare that you meet some 20-some year old and they say "yeah, I moved around from the east coast to the west coast and somehow Detroit was just home." Or even an any-some year old.
I always knew I wanted to leave Detroit someday, but I wasn't really positive about it I didn't really know why, just that it was what I was supposed to do. For all I knew, every place had some areas that look like Detroit. Some streets of boarded up and burned down and crack filled houses. Maybe people in all large cities don't walk around downtown at night.
And here, everything is alive. There are trees and bushes and plants and grass growing all over, throughout campus, downtown, everywhere. I can hardly see the building across the street through my dorm window because there are too many trees. People smile at you everywhere. Everything is clean. Every trash can has a corresponding recycling bin.
Also, It's not cold or hot and there's no humidity.
It has rained once, I've been here three weeks.
Suddenly, I cannot wait to see the rest of the world.
I climbed part of mt rainer and I have an upsetingly painful sunburn on both of my legs. But that's seriously just about my only concern.
That, and the only people who I really talk to from michigan are Hajimatt and my mom.
Everyone is welcome to give me a call anytime after 9pm eastern time.
Fuck proofreading.
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| Sunday, July 6th, 2008
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1:38 am
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I went to see Tilly and the Wall tonight and it was fabulous.
My friend Stephanie came with me. She has never been to a non-christian concert before. We rode the bus there. I ride the bus all over.
The opening band SUCKED.
Imagine:
Gravy Train
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Homosexuality
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two members (keeping one guy and a fat girl)
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A guy that jumps and dances like the singer of Phantele
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VHSs of pixelated cats
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Any instruments
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A cassette player plugged into the sound system
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some 14 year old with fruity loops on their computer
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Elephant Kiss?
So, I hope that description was accurate.
The second band was awesome. Some guy that Stephanie and I were talking to from North Carolina who was there with his parents and little sister said they reminded him of Vampire Weekend, but "good." I actually like Vampire Weekend, as well as Birdwatchers United (the band we saw). They had free pins that I noticed before the show, but I didn't pick any up because every time you pick up a free pin for a band you've never heard, they end up sucking. They sold out of pins and CDs, otherwise I surely would have picked up both.
Birdwatchers United also warmed everyone up for some serious dancing.
Tilly went on and I was thrilled. I was dancing up a storm. A guy in a batman shirt taps my shoulder and asked if I wanted to follow him to the middle of the crowd. I asked why. He said because no one was dancing over there. I agreed. We didn't really inspire anyone to dance, but it was more fun in the middle.
I danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced. And I felt wonderful. Usually, by the end of a show I'm tired and want to go home, but I really just needed to get away from the dorms and organic chemistry and the people in my program and lectures on diversity.
Batman-shirt was also going to the university district, so he showed us which bus to get on and what exit to get off.
Last night I took a cab back to the university after the fireworks. First, this cab was fucking sweet. They call themselves a "Black Car Service." They drive shiny black cadillacs with cushy seats and tinted windows. My friend Shariff said that all the black car drivers listen to metal, but ours was listening to Against Me! He said that his band had played at some bike collective anarchist vegan place in Detroit once. The Trumbullplex? Yup.
It's funny, batman shirt mentioned he'd been to michigan, saying his band played some weird house show kind of thing in a backyard with a stage on some crowded street with a bunch of bikes. The Trumbullplex? Yup.
Now I sleep.
God put down your gun, can't you see we're dead?
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| Thursday, July 3rd, 2008
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4:28 pm
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I decided that images take too long to post.
So far they've got me busy just about 24/7. In fact, even days off are busy.
For example, tomorrow is a mandatory trip to the beach. WTF?!
When I read on our schedule "Holiday at Matthews Beach" for tomorrow, I assumed it was optional. Our coordinator got in front of the group at one point and said "I expect each one of you to go to the beach. If for some reason you can't make it you need to call or email me because we WILL be taking attendance."
Dorm food is obnoxious. I probably gained a bunch of weight the first week because I was utterly stunned. By now, I'm mildly nauseated. But there is always fresh pineapple. I love fresh pineapple.
I've started going to the gym here with my friend. Yes, guys, I made a friend. Her name is Stephanie and she's a lot like me. Except she's really into roman catholocism. I mean REALLY: Church every sunday, prays before meals, has a celibacy ring. So I guess. . . almost nothing like me.
Anyway, Stephanie and I are real hardcore on this gym business. We've been working out every day. Even though we didn't make it to the gym last weekend, on saturday we went on a pretty intense hike, and on sunday we played soccer.
Also, I'm totally kicking ass at soccer. Not that I'm good. I'm just kicking asses, just about literally. I seem to have forgotten all real skill, but retained proper aggression. I'm getting statements about it.
This reminds me that I'm getting along real well with everyone. It's like I got here and turned on some charisma switch. Mostly because it's mandatory. I'd probably die if I wasn't getting along with everyone.
In fact, to keep up my awesome facade I should probably not be in my room by myself.
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| Monday, June 23rd, 2008
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12:15 pm
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Typed into MS word from the airplane:
I’m writing this entry from the airplane.
My sister told me airplanes had wifi now. Her crappy associates degree IT Working boyfriend confirmed her statement. It was bull.
The stewardess asked me if I was going home. I said I wasn’t and she kept trying to speak with me. When I mentioned my mother was scared of airplanes she said “oh, that’s where you get it from” I never said I was scared of airplanes, I’d just never been on one before.
Airplanes are as awkward and monotonous as all the movies portray. It’s also cold. And bumpy. No one is speaking. Some one sneezes and everyone sort of looks around to see if someone else is going to say “bless you” but by the time they realize that no one is going to it’s too late to do it gracefully.
We are experiencing some turbulence that she warned me about. I was holding onto Choke by Chuck Palahnuik. I started it today because I figure I should read it before they turn it into a movie. She said “at least you have a book. What’s it about?” I told her I wasn’t sure yet.
She asks to read the back. You should have seen her face. I thought about saying something from what I knew so far. Blah blah blah sex addiction blah blah blah. I didn’t even know what the back said. I’m glad it was more stewardess friendly than what I’d already read. Or maybe I’m not.
I have to pee but I don’t want to pee on the airplane. I’m also very hungry but I don’t want to eat on the airplane.
I traded seats with a guy from the emergency exit row. He wanted an aisle seat, I wanted the extra leg room.
The man I’m sitting next to closed the shade on the window and now I can’t see out. :(
Another man from in front of me just pulled a book from the overhead and brought it with him to the restroom. I understand, but it seems weird.
It’s too cold to sleep.
I dropped my carryon that had my laptop in it while I was preparing to go through security. Obviously, it survived.
The guy with the book left the restroom. He didn’t have the book. Fastening his belt in full view of everyone. And awkwardly standing outside the restrooms. waiting? But he was just in? Whatever.
I have never been so impressed with the way something television made seem. Everyone on here was on every flight I’d ever seen.
I don’t know if I’ve already been on the flight for an hour.
I wish I’d brought a sandwich.
The guy outside the restroom is still outside the restroom. He’s probably wondering if anyone is noticing that he’s waiting for two unoccupied restrooms. I am noticing.
Four more hours to go?
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I made it here. So far I have no idea what to think.
I'm sharing a bathroom with two toilets and one shower with 7 other girls.
The door to the balcony is locked, but I have a beautiful view.
Seattle has hills.
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| Tuesday, June 17th, 2008
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8:37 pm
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I leave for Seattle on Sunday.
I have no current work or school. I kept telling myself I was OMG SOOO fucking busy this week.
But this afternoon I ended up reading every single xkcd comic ever. All 400andsomething of them.
When I hit 50 I thought, "well I've been doing this for a while, maybe a few more."
I got the same thought at 150.
Before I knew it I was reading comic 365 thinking "shit, this is as many as I'd read if I read one a day for a year, and they don't even make one every day. Well, I might as well see how many there are..."
That was that.
I haven't updated. There's no real reason for that.
Alex moved to Boston and although we're on speaking terms we don't speak.
I'm starting to notice spiders in my house.
I have a small collection of disgusting spider photos on my phone if you're interested.
Can you think of any hard-to-remember items to pack?
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| Monday, May 5th, 2008
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3:05 pm
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I just found my "list of future boyfriend requirements," written in January of 2006.
I should just scan it, but I don't care enough.
Boy Requirements
3 sweaters of more
6ft.+
No Musicians
Simon
3.0+ GPA
Moderate self esteem
No gay Dan (IE. weird contacts, girl pants, neck beards, etc)
No bubble baths
No mental ailments
No all boy families (only child, or sister)
No twins
Hank hair
ability to grow facial hair (chops?)
no stupid band obsessions
little cigars are good (not a requirement)
No alcoholics
No heroin, opium, ecstasy, cocaine, crack, acid, speed, meth, shrooms, etc.
No Dave Guastella
GOOD TEETH
Impressive Hygiene
No firecrotches or gingers
no mullets
no eyebrow/septum piercings
car/license
$$$
cute shoes
no aids/other stds
no more than 4 previous sex partners
toleration for ska
toleration of subtitles
good views
no major sport requirements
common sense
british/australian accents nice (not required)
No cancer/not dying
no kleptomaniacs
must know or be willing to learn to skank
no midgets
no girls
cute clothes
internet
no crazy jesus <3
no chain smokers
no trailer parks
movie comprehension
no current girlfriend/wife
never been married
under 20; over 15
no porn stars
no hummers
no military
no turtles
no 187ever???
toleration for menthol
That was unedited. Even parenthesis were hand drawn.
God, I was dumb.
I was having a conversation the other day.
I have given up on love. I do not believe in soul mates, love at first sight. I don't even believe in "true love."
I believe in facades. I believe in putting on a show. I believe in beauty, simplicity, and superficiality.
How much you love me means nothing next to how well would you be perceived by my family on holidays, and how often we can pretend it means something to go on elegant dates and hold hands in public.
I'm ashamed at how inhuman I've become and optimistic about how aware I am that no one will ever be happy.
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| Thursday, April 17th, 2008
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12:38 am
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The warm weather and finals are conflicting for both my attention and my mood. Finals says "yo bitch, work on me and be miserable." Warm weather says "Good morning. Let's go jog in the park. You'll feel wonderful."
So I look to housecleaning, naps, laundry and they just shrug. So I think, until warm sunny weather and finals can get along, I'll ignore both of them.
I am not usually a personification advocate.
Seattle is approaching. I am starting to realize that I'm terrified of it. What do I pack? How do airplanes work? Will I get motion sickness? What if everyone there sucks? What if I don't make friends outside of school? What if I do make friends and then I have to leave them? What if I get overloaded? Will I like my roommate? Will my roommate like me? Will the food be edible? How will I fund everything until they reimburse me?
In the meantime, Tyrone moved in. He's a friend of my sister's. Yes, he's black, but he wears hollister sweatpants. He brought a small doggy named Pogo with him.
My dad's business is going through a really rough patch.
The business I work for is dreadful. I cannot stand a couple of my coworkers. One of the coworkers I got along with just quit, and another has a collapsed lung. Maybe when I leave I'll come back to a new staff that's a lot more chill.
I just used the word chill. :-/
/b/ has attacked bucket. I love it.
http://jonanin.no-ip.org/bucket/
You: Hello
Bucket: Cocaine with pcp, firearms, negro, hello.
. . .
Bucket: A robot is a food. Emo is a lie. And you are sexy.
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| Thursday, April 3rd, 2008
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10:35 am
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I went to check my account online yesterday and I was somehow overdrawn by $215. I thought "wait a minute, I haven't spent all my money plus $215 today, or in the last week for that matter." The recent charges hadn't even cleared my account yet. When I viewed the details one appears to be from an ATM, another some rockin' pizza place, a third from nightclub, all said BRONX NY. so I thought "wait another minute, I've never been to the Bronx."
I called my bank and said something like "What the fuck, bitches?" They said I'd have to wait for the charges to clear, accept overage charges, they'll run an investigation, shut off my card, send me a new card, return the money, return the overage charges and I'll live happily ever after. . . if I'm lucky.
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