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09:08 pm
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but I'M ON A SHIP!!!!!?
ok, so it's only been what, a few months? it only means that you've been spared the many stories of the numerous adventures that have taken place recently. so here's a rapid update to present day:
1. kevin and i went to germany and austria, yes we had beer....(but it tasted like berries there, i swear). it was fun, it was cold, it was very german
2. kira and i did an internship with doug and john. we took lots of pictures and felt awkward, bored and lazy most of the time
3. i had a successful lacrosse season
4. i adopted a new child....canon eos 20d
5. class trip to virginia beach where we saw a preview of the end of the world...right sara?
6. i graduated and have thus concluded that life as i have known it is over, that's right...FIN
7. a whole bunch of other shit that wasn't all that shitty
ok, so here we are...today! well, kira, trevor and i hiked to rhode island. not in the most literal sense of that term, but oh, it was still just as much of an adventure. we went to the sailboat, took pictures, ate fruit, brought the dingy to be repaired by the man, saw the newport mansions in ten minutes, no i mean it, ten minutes, and then still amazingly had time to go back to trevors to have a private concert. and even with all that we still had time for religion and other philosophically intellectual conversations.
and so i leave you with this thought....
what is the difference between a:
castle
palace
manor
mansion
?
Current Music: billy joel
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10:02 pm
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radioactive erica!!!
so for those who don't know, i've had a pain in my arm for the past two years and no doctors know what it is. so i went back to the orthopedic surgeon today and he says i have some fluid in my shoulder and then he wanted to give me all these injections. and so on tuesday i get to miss school again for the gazzillionth time to go get radioactivated!!! thats right i'm going to get injected with radioactive technetium diphosphonate and then get a bone scan. keep in mind this is after extensive x-rays, blood work and MRI's and doctor WU (yes kira, the one) says that exploratory surgery might be the way to go. damn me for being too interested in the science of it all to care less that my arm is screwed. on a lighter note, it is bringing entertainment to my sister. she finds amusement in sitting next to me and telling me that she wouldn't be able to love a one armed sister if they had to amputate my arm. ha! talk about sisterly love.
i'm going to the university of rochester next year.
gattita, never convince me to leave my AP bio book at school again! that was a bad plan
shlagg passed inspection with one working window and one amazing monowiper and so my yellow german handi-craft proves to be my best travelling companion yet!
speaking of german...two weeks from today kevin and i will be in munich!!! (and kira will be in london, we must not forget)
-all this means though is that i will be multiple weeks behind in AP English
going to the beach the day after a blizzard is the best thing EVER. try it sometime
for my senior project i am researching religion (first half on the brain, second half on the philosophy) and so i'm on the second half. i'm reading bertrand russell and william james...any other suggestions?
and so i'm supposed to go to mt. wachussett tomorrow for the special olympics. will i go?? or will i just go to the theater and help load the set? either way, the night will cease with some boston magic
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09:03 pm
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tickle MY fin...
so the pops were a'poppin
you know kira and i went only for the keithness of the night, though the sing-along's, the scrooge reading and the santa with bad martha stewart jokes were all a holiday bonus.
i liked the classiness of the night -- the way we were dressed up and almost had champagne, made me feel like an aristocrat in some weird unaristocratic sort of way. maybe it was when kira yelped out a cat call for the clarinetist -- he was cool, but i'm not sure if he was boy-band-cat-call-cool. or maybe it was when we passed the ritz and talked about it and jared asked if we could go to the cracker place. and then of course the chinese food afterwards was good. i mean nothing beats a nice bowl of egg drop soup. though, i find it funny that kira asked me what all the things floating in her soup were...i mean...it couldn't be egg or anything, right? as kira proposes -- it's boiled baby. and so the night ended on a glorious note of fortune cookies and strawberry candies...i'm "a person of culture" and kira "will be happy with her wife"...yes, that WAS her fortune.
peace
Current Mood:  jubilant
Current Music: keith lockhart and his orchestra
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12:14 pm
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face the music and dance
yay! for having the flu...or something like it
( poor poor man....he cut off his tool )
Current Mood:  blah
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03:00 pm
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But there is a why and wherefore and I'd like to know
okay, so i have officially learned the location of heaven--orr, something like it-- it's at the university of pennsylvania and it is...are you ready...a cereal cafe.. ALL THEY SELL IS CEREAL!!! you can choose from over 30 kinds and a topping (even pop rocks) weird??.. the servers wear pajamas and there are tv's and computers around so that you can lounge and eat.... SWWEEETT DEALL
it's snowing and i'm in love with it
Current Mood:  hopeful
Current Music: lady - lenny
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10:05 pm
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Corn beef is lost without cabbage, a husband should have a wife
spent some lovely time at NOA today con la chica kira. then we went to see "closer".....never knew that online sex could be so darn funny -- it also made me realize how much i miss london
Why even in France the best upper sets do it, Lithuanians and Letts do it
In old Japan, all the Japs do it, up in Lapland little Laps do it
The Deutch in old Amsterdam do it, not to mention the Fins
Folks in Siam do it - think of Siamese twins
In shallow shoals English souls do it, goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it
The chimpanzees in the zoos do it, some courageous kangaroos do it
I'm sure giraffes on the sly do it, even eagles as they fly do it
Electric eels I might add do it, though it shocks `em I know
Why ask if shad do it - garcon de "shad roe"
The world admits bears in pits do it, even Pekingeses at the Ritz do it
The royal set sans regret did it, and they considered it fun
MarieAntoinette did it - with or without Napoleon
Parliament pleasure bent did it, mam'selles every time their short of rent did it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
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06:21 pm
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how 'bout a lil jill scott
I said,"You are beautiful,distress of mathematics."
I said,"For you, I would peel open the clouds like new fruit."
And give you lightning and thunder as dowry
I would make the sky shed all of its stars like rain
I would clasp the constellations around your waist
And I would make the heavens your cape
And they would be please to cover you
They would be pleased to cover you
May I please, cover you, please.
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06:51 pm
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i want to vomit...
i am so disgusted with so many things....especially people
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11:50 pm
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i am the best actress i know
i really am. and only i can know this because only i can truly know to what extend i wear a mask.
doesn't it kill you?
Current Music: been played
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11:36 pm
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the radio-soaked air stands still
you move towards the shadows
like you've done this before
you want to hide
but it just won't work for you
while the world could blend into the dark
you create morning in that corner
and it frustrates you
but the limelight is your home
your calling
though you feel all alone
everyone is watching
but you can't be sure
so you question
and ponder
what it means to be viewed
as a pinacle
in the eyes of the world
that you aren't even sure is true
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05:39 pm
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graveyards and laughter?
overall a lovely day...
becks and i spent a chunk of time in a few graveyards while i did my photography assignment. the journey was topped off with some good old plum tea (very sorry katherine, you weren't there to enjoy...good times in san fran ;)
'twas nice to play with my camera today after such a long time....it's like making love to an old friend. (yeah, it was a weird conversation...right bam?)
Current Mood:  silly
Current Music: NPR...in the graveyard
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11:07 pm
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the darkroom rocked today
way for the football game to be super wet and super cold. BUT the coffee house was HOT, so it made up for it.
...i left school today, and skipped class....weird
Current Mood:  chipper
Current Music: berklee saxaphonist
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04:07 pm
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.....but
i never thought i'd be the one searching for hugs and smiles, hugs and smiles, hugs and smiles.
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09:42 pm
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this is what was painted on an 8x6 white wall....
i sleep with my window open every night, even in the winter sometimes. i used to have an imaginary friend named breesa. i had the lead roll in the third grade production of lon po po. i have had surgery 4 times. i have been on the congressional tram. i hold my breath when i get the hiccups. i've flown first class once in my life and probably never will again. i have an eye-touching phobia. i've been to 2 weddings, one funeral and a hundred bat mitzvahs. i have placed my hands inside a cadaver (remember that next time you shake them). eddie murphy once snuck me in the back entrance of a ride at universal studios. i have gone caving in cheddar. i believe in alternative medicine. i wish i knew more about history. i was interviewed on the news once. i love camping. i am superstitious. i haven't been biking in 5 years. i don't like bright lights. i've been on juliet's balcony in verona. i have ridden a camel. the future excites me and the past sometimes scares me. i have walked in my sleep only once. i used to eat chicken noodle soup and watch bewitched every afternoon when i was 5. i cut off part of my knuckle in 6th grade. i am very intuitive. i won first place in the clare-manley poetry contest in fifth grade.i used to pick cranberries from my grandparent's bog and eat them raw. i have chummed for sharks. i have never gone skiing. i figured out santa in kindergarten but said nothing until 3rd grade. someday i want to attend an embassy party. i had a roommate once who didn't believe in clothes or showers. i want to snorkel in the great barrier reef. i love museums. i have a stamp collection. i love standing under water falls. i used to be afraid of fireworks. i believe in stem-cell research. i like the feeling of peeling elmer's glue off my hands. i want to read the perfect book. i used to have a turtle named helmet. i used to eat oatmeal with a giant wooden mixing spoon and pretend i was goldie-locks eating porridge. i've seen paris in person, and yet i've never BEEN to paris. i have had an alcoholic beverage at a bar with my mom. i will never go jet skiing again. i wish i knew how to do oragami. i love the smell of ice cream cones.
that's enough for now...there's sooo much more. how about you? tell me something....
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09:57 pm
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i'm shy, i'm vulnerable, i'm lost...and i can't do anything about it...
and it's times like these that it's easy for me to wish that i was religous
and on a completely different note...don't eat too much celery, it tastes bad
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06:15 pm
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Public Announcement:
i remember when i used to make people laugh, and when people used to call me when they needed a smile. what has happened to me in the past month? i feel like i don't talk anymore... since when have i been the wallflower?...i hate it. i'm hoping that once i get a grip on all my work i can go back to being optimistic and fun-loving. for it's obvious that i'm letting my stress impede on my life...today i broke down into a "sob-laugh" hysteria because my sister wouldn't let me borrow her sneakers, and all i wanted to do was go running. she got nervous because i was crying, but actually, i was laughing too (at the fact that i was crying about sneakers!) and so i couldn't breath and there were these weird squeaky sounds. that's when i realized that i'm no longer myself...i've never made a noise like that before!
so, please, just don't lose sight of who i actually am. the boring, complaining person i am right now will be gone eventually, and i will still need all of you there.
my prescribed solution...to start running again, and sleep more.
these unfortunately contribute to my number one problem....lack of time
Current Mood:  confused
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11:07 pm
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i want to go hike a mountain....
in fact, i think i'll try and do it soon, before it snows and while the leaves are all pretty
Current Mood:  distressed
Current Music: queen-bohemian rhapsody
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05:33 pm
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take me here...
Fantasies of the mind
The ones that take you everywhere and leave the world behind
Everything intangible now has a chance to be
A place of escape for even the stubbornest of keys
Where breath can smell like roses
and eyes look like seas
Hair can be free flowing
without the stiffness in which we find please
Lands where hands can be of satin touch
and everyone can play their luck
A Utopia that has no fare
and lullabies are heard everywhere
Where people float like ballerinas
and everything can taste like sugar
No right, no wrong, yet nothing in between
Something just so perfect, the eyes must be closed for it to be seen
Where possibilities have no limits
and mountains reach the heavens
Somewhere where hearts pump love and nothing else
A fantasy place where laughter kills ailments of any kind
Where voices sound of wind whistles and wooden flutes
A place where no conformities are set
And wooden chests hold treasures
but the soul still holds the best
Where fairies dance on noses and feed off your breath
A place where passage is hard to come by
and no guides are given how
Can one find perfect somewhere?
I think we all already have
When lights are turned down low
and heartbeats go a-slow
and children kiss their mommies
and elders say their prayers
A world is discovered
Where lives are made of crystals
and your thoughts are your heart’s greatest heirs
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07:41 pm
[Link] | Ok, so here's an interesting late night topic.
Situation: Girl plucks her eyebrows and must repluck them in a weeks time.
Conclusion: Eyebrow hair grows really fast.
Problem with this:
Girl notices however that she never trims her existing eyebrow hairs. As a matter of fact, they seem to never grow in length at all. Do eyebrow hairs automatically stop growing at a certain length? But men's eyebrows sure don't!
So, this is what the Rebeccas and Ericas of the world discuss.
according to keratin.com the daily growth rate of an eyebrow hair for a mature adult is .16 mm a day. And apparently the regeneration rate for a plucked eyebrow hair is 56 days for a mature adult....umm, i don't think so
~just something to ponder~
Current Mood:  contemplative
Current Music: santana
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07:43 pm
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you will be here tomorrow, right?
2 inches in and five inches down. the coordinates of your life. i can read you. i love your comic politics and the way you lift your pen. stay still. they're watching. people don't forget. new beginnings? not a chance. freefall. i miss your smile and the late night talks. departure. it all leaves, even me. nothing is different. remember the change. remember the love. the lack of. breathe. ink. replacement. that's the philosophy of life. erase and replace. we'll forget it soon enough. expansions of our mind, my ass. it all boils down to straight lines and corners. i'll fill in think blanks, thank you. "the stars at night are big and bright.." don't let go. hard floors, the only way to live. no lights, it'll hurt your eyes. silence. you'll wake them. don't hold back now. it's too late for restrictions. don't let this moment pass us by. there's always tomorrow. it's gone, but you'll be back - that much will always be true. "goodnight, i'll see you tomorrow."
i wish i could credit myself for these words because they truly represent something that i would write right now. but it seems haley's pen has won the race against mine. so, hats off to haley for this one!
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