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| 06:34pm 21/12/2006 |
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the only thing i want to listen to these days is the album "broom" by the band called someone still loves you boris yeltsin. it's really really good. they sound kind of like beulah, especially the main singer's voice, but less trumpet-y. the album is only half an hour long though and i want more more more.
so i have a nice little zit next to my eye, on my temple i guess. i get zits so infrequently now that they're a novelty and so i just keep poking it because it hurts. at least it's hidden by my big froofy hair. man i love my parent's hard water.
i went back to my apartment for the first time since the cleaners have been in there and it's just a huge mess. i know they had to take stuff off the walls and floor to get clean away the smokey smell, but it was just really discouraging to walk in there. what makes it worse is that before they came, i went through all of tim's stuff (i.e. cds and dvds) that he had been shoving under my couch and against my wall, took everything out of their multiple bags, and stacked everything neatly. the stacks took up a 4x4 space on my floor; i'm estimating about 150 cds and 60 dvds. he was supposed to take them to his house before the cleaners came. well he didn't get it all, so now it's all over my bed and couch and desk. so there's just piles everywhere, and i'm leaving on saturday, and won't be back until the 30th, and then classes start on the third, so i feel like i don't have much time to straighten it all back up. i guess i'm frustrated. |
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| 10:14pm 12/12/2006 |
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i answered the phone at my parent's house tonight and it was my grandma and grandpa calling. my grandpa said "oh, they managed to smoke you out of your room?" oh grandparents, you are funny.
we are going to florida to celebrate their 60th wedding anniversary. so my mom has been compiling pictures for a presentation or something, and i just love some of them. they just look like iconic images of different eras in america to me. anyway i think they're cool.
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| 02:01pm 11/12/2006 |
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yesterday, as i was lounging on my bed watching man vs. wild, i heard someone's smoke alarm going off for fifteen minutes, but dismissed it as a cooking mishap. then tim, who had been taking a shower, came in my room and said, it smells like something is burning. i remembered that jess said she was baking bread that day, and thought maybe i should check things out. i went down my stairs and saw that the whole staircase and second floor was filled with smoke, and finally realized OH SHIT THIS IS A REAL FIRE. and i had images in my head of jess putting the bread in the oven, falling asleep, and then passing out from the smoke. i called her and determined that it was not her burning baguette, it was actually the first floor apartment below her place. so i stumbled around my apartment, trying to figure out where my purse and phone were (my phone was still in my hand), and felt why you're supposed to stay low in smoke, because NEWS FLASH that shit hurts your lungs and throat. i put slippers on and went down the fire escape (i got to use it for its real purpose!). tim came down a few minutes later.
jess was already in the parking lot, looking like an aerobics instructor in a tank top and cropped leggings, with an awesome wet 80s hairstyle because she just got back from swimming. one of the guys who lives in the front first floor apartment was there too. within a few minutes, fire trucks arrived (jess had called 911), and a bunch of burly, manly firemen were standing around checking us girls out, while a few of them busted through doors, broke windows, and supposedly did some fire-stopping stuff, but who knows because no one told us what was happening. within a few minutes, i guess they put out the fire, because smoke stopped coming out of the windows. chris, our building manager, arrived, and eventually talked to this craggy-looking guy wearing a fancy hat who i assume was the fire chief or something. chris told me from this guy that there hadn't been much fire, just a lot of smoke, so our stuff was probably fine, but we couldn't go back in yet.
okay, now a little background on the guy whose apartment was on fire. he's an older man named jim, who works two(?) jobs, including one at arby's and one selling computer parts online. he has some strange habits, like leaving food in the backyard for the squirrels and other rodents, and likely has what chris (the building manager) calls a "collecting disorder" and also "electrical disorders," which may have been the reason for the fire. once i caught a glimpse into his apartment and was shocked by the mass amounts of canned and ready-to-make foods he had. i think he had shelves or something, but it looked just like a solid walls of food, because it was crammed into every available space. so i would guess that's part of his "collecting disorder." as for the "electrical disorders," jess told me chris mentioned that jim tended to overload the outlets, maybe with the computer stuff he sells. but all in all, he just seems like a lonely, slightly odd man. this is really sad for him.
back to the story. laura picked up jess and i and we hung out at her apartment for a while. later we returned to our apartments to get some stuff for the night and it looks like a wreck. there is a pile of black burnt debris on our sidewalk, glass from broken windows, and liquid from jim's canned goods (which completely cover his kitchen floor) spilling into the stairway. basically all the doors were broken down (mine too, even though it was UNLOCKED!), so there's splinters and fucked-up doors everywhere. my place is probably the best off, being the top floor, but my stuff still smells like chemical/campfire, my door disappeared, and one window was broken. also they ripped down one of my curtain rods, which pissed me off because it took forever to put up since our walls are so crumbly and thin. i thought my stuff was going to smell okay because the shirt i got from the closet didn't smell, but the rest of the clothes from my drawers and floor stink.
basically though, i am thankful that the fire didn't spread and that everyone got out safe. i'm kind of glad we were there when it happened, because if we hadn't, it could have been worse, it would have been even more of a shock to arrive home to find the mess, and it was kind of a novel experience.
later that night, jess baked the bread she had been forced to abandon during the fire, which had risen considerably. it was pretty good, considering what it had experienced. we also ate a delicious pasta dinner, tasty little shortbread cookies, and dark chocolate raisinets (SO GOOD). then we played a dvd game called "shout about music" which i expected to be lame but was surprisingly fun, and my team won. it was a good night, fire aside. |
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| 06:08pm 13/10/2006 |
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i think that my attempt at growing herbs is cursed. the thyme was coming up beautifully, tons of tiny baby leaves, and then they all started dying. each day one section was flattened, as though a miniature invisible bulldozer was making way. the basil, for which i had cheated and bought a grown plant (those "living herbs" at the grocery store), was doing fine, until different sections started becoming limp and then withering. i altered watering patterns, i relocated it, and still it faded. now it's just a sad dead shell of a plant. the parsley took longer to come up, but was finally thriving. but then one day i came home and the pot had been knocked or blown over and a third of the soil had fallen out and many of the plants were uprooted. how does the wind even push over a pot? unless it was a malicious squirrel, which hey i can't discount completely, as there are some crazyass rodents in this backyard, who we suspect are fed by the old guy in our house.
i had an amazing dream last night about going to india. we went to an art museum there filled with glasswork and paintings. everything was incredibly beautiful and at one point i was staring at the skyline, close to tears overwhelmed by beauty.
then today at oxley's a group came in which included three monks. they were all wearing various shades of saffron draped cloth and socks and sandals and a couple had skullcaps. two of them had mochas with whipped cream and one drank orange juice with a straw. i loved them!
yesterday i was listening to npr and they had a guy who compiled a book called europe through the backdoor. and all of these things coming together, the india dream, the monks, and this book make me really want to travel. maybe next summer, even if i end up doing the one-year master's program and have to take classes, i can go to europe. i want to get away from here. |
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| 09:56pm 27/06/2006 |
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feeling glum and humdrum. i'm sick of working so much and then just sitting around my house. i forgot how trapped living in powell makes me feel. almost all my friends are on campus and i hate driving back and forth every day, much less more than once a day. and i feel like i can't ask people to come here because it's fucking boring and in suburbia.
basically i'm really looking forward to my mini-vacation starting next thursday. and turning 21 so i don't have to pay more to get into bars.
rick is still funny and cool. he is basically the only good thing about my working situation right now. he ended his last e-mail with: "Enjoy a wonderful summer and remember to go watch "An Inconvenient Truth". It could save your planet!"
then this girl wrote back and said, "I went to watch the movie with erin kubat over the weekend and it was excellent!"
to which he replied, "Remember to tell everyone you meet and tell Erin to tell everyone too. So who else is going? Quik!"
i really just like that he spelled quick like quik. and is encouraging everyone to see a movie about global warming. |
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| 04:38pm 04/04/2006 |
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so here is the bad news for those who don't already know:
i'm not going to india this summer. the program was cancelled because a few people dropped out of it and it was too much of strain on the budget. i'm really disappointed and kind of at a loss as what to do now. i have to live at home. i might work at oxley's. i would like to travel somewhere. my dad suggested going to mexico, because he knows people there from his company that i could possibly stay with. i don't know!
after working 40 hours last week, it feels awesome to come home at four. i guess ubx didn't need me this week so i am back to just oxley's. rick FINALLY talked to me about getting my raise, i thought he had already finished the paperwork but i guess not. he said i had a disarming personality which i thought was nice. oh man, apparently he was in a COUNTRY WESTERN BAND when he was younger called "ricky barnes and the hoot owls" and made a couple albums!!!! they were playing it in the kitchen one day and it was pretty hilarious.
two reasons tim is perfect for me:
-he said "sometimes i like to lie back to back with you and pretend our spines are fused together" which is weird and funny
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| 05:45pm 15/03/2006 |
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i think i just chafed my tongue with a sun chip. like rug burn, you know? it reallllly hurts.
well i awoke on my last day of stress this quarter to a glorious jackhammering outside my window. then i did my stupid revision of my philosophy paper, went to work but rick said i wasn't really needed, so i studied for then took my stats final. it was more difficult than i expected, like all of my finals were this quarter. my grades are not going to be winners.
GENNA i had the saddest dream about you. you were visiting me, and we were having a lot of fun and stuff. but then you were showing me all these little scraps of things that reminded me of inside jokes and things we did together and i started sobbing so hard. and i was like, i have these friendships and then they sort of dissipate and i pretend it doesn't bother me but it does and you are the only person that really understands. and i woke up so sad.
this is my spring break plan: go to harrisburg, PA to meet tim's parents, go to washington DC to visit my sister, go to philadelphia to hang out with tim's friends and eat cheesesteaks. we leave tomorrow and i'm pretty excited.
now i have to pack because i take forever! |
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| 01:41am 28/02/2006 |
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by the end of this week i need to have written three papers, totaling at least 21 pages. so far i have three pages, for two different papers. i consider this great progress. maybe the thing i hate most about writing papers right now is that my hands get so cold when i'm typing that i have to blow on them so that they can move again. then i feel like i'm living in the great depression and we ran out of coal to feed the fire. or something.
i am very concerned about my gender class paper because i do not know how to dissect or construct a logical argument. if anyone feels confident in their abilities to do so, please help me. i need to have five pages analyzing the arguments of an article called "women can't be warriors" by wednesday.
all that rick's last e-mail to me regarding my schedule said was "cool."
these days i feel mostly scared. |
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| 09:05am 20/02/2006 |
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for someone who supposedly hates planning ahead, i sure obsess about the future a lot lately. mostly about two subjects: going to india and my apartment next year. i don't even want to tell you how many times a day i think about the colors i want to paint my walls.
oh man. i can't believe this is actually a question in the tutorial quiz online at my textbook's website for my human behavior class--
One of the most widely used tests to determine if a person has been exposed to the AIDS virus is called:
a. ELISA
b. LOUISA
c. SUEZA
d. SISTA
e. ESTHA
is it offensive to think this is funny? look at those options. SISTA???
i also like this question--
Peck theorizes that successful adjustment in middle adulthood includes:
a. Sexualizing in human relationships
b. Valuing physical powers
c. Emotional impoverishment
d. Mental flexibility
e. All of these choices
i like the phrases sexualizing and emotional impoverishment. sometimes i feel pretty emotionally impoverished.
coffee. what a genius beverage. who was like, hey i think i'll grind up these beans and pour some hot water over them. like why don't we have vanilla, the drink? they are beans. okay those beans are a little tiny. but what about pinto beans? i'd like a hot cup of pinto please. what does a coffee plant even look like? i'm so confused. anyway back to coffee, the bean drink that actually exists. honestly whenever i drink it i feel smarter. or at least more alive.
ok after some google image research, i've learned that coffee plants have what look like berries. well this is just getting more and more bewildering. hey did you guys know that bananas are really berries? i think someone told me that. actually whenever someone tells me something weird that seems believable (which in my case of extreme gullibility includes everything) i basically engrave this information in my brain and live my life based on it. like i eat breakfast every day because someone told me that if you don't, your metabolism is cut in half. that sounds pretty true though. but people could easily fuck with my life in this manner. i think i talked about trying to spread mass amounts of false information with someone a long time ago, maybe dayna. that sounds like fun. i'm not very good at lying though. most of the time.
AHHHH THERE IS SO MUCH LEFT OF TODAY TO LIVE
TWO DOWN, EIGHT MORE HOURS OF CLASS TO GO |
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| 04:52pm 18/02/2006 |
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news:
-i am going to india for sure this summer! i was accepted to the social work study abroad program
-rick used the word "fecalicious" to describe the dirtiness of the espresso and smoothie machines
-i am getting a raise at oxley's for working 400+ hours, finally
-i am questioning my life despite my current contentment
-i made buttermilk biscuits for breakfast, and am thinking about homemade pizza for dinner
-i have rejoined the online time/life-wasters facebook and myspace
-i started doing my taxes and what the fuck have i spent all my money on
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| 03:26pm 08/02/2006 |
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my boss at oxley's is pretty hilarious. let me share a few highlights from his last e-mail:
"Hey all. Weren't those cream filled donuts yummy? I ate three.
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Everyone needs to have a hat/visor on when we're at work. Lets keep up with our hats folks. If you lose your hat we do have some hair nets. They are very fashion forward hairnets direct from Paris.
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lets leave the caramel sauce in the bottles that it comes in from the store. Why should we hassle with emptying sauce out of a perfectly good bottle into a somewhat crappy and ancient one? Whos idea was this?"
ok those might require actually knowing him to understand why they're funny. but also recently he implied that by being hard-working at oxley's we are really fighting against terrorism, then sang god bless america and tried to get us to join in (don't worry, he was not being sincere). he wears a chef jacket and checkered blousy pants every day. he rides a motorcycle to work. he discusses snowboarding with this freshman guy all the time. he is basically my idol.
there are several groups of asian guys who are frequent customers at oxley's. there are two things about them i love. 1) one of them always buys the coffee for the others. i think it's nice, and not like the typical "oh i'm a man, i buy for myself." 2) when asked what size coffees, they always say "tall size." never just "tall" or "small." i think it's cute, for some reason. anyway i saw one of them on the street the other day and he was carrying a coffee cup which was clearly not from oxley's and i felt like he was cheating on me. WHY IS HE DOING THIS? AM I NOT SATISFYING HIM? nooooooo
today i saw the most accurate ass banner ever. by ass banner i mean things written on the ass of sweatpants. this girl's said "NASTY" and it was right about where the asshole would be. finally, some honesty in this treacherous world.
oh man. so there is this guy i made out with once last quarter. let's call him c, because i'm now paranoid that everyone will find out what i say about them in here. anyway after that first incident he never called me, right? then i saw him at larry's a few weeks ago when i was pretty toasted, and we talked a little and he was like "i was too scared to call you" to which i drunkenly but pretty bluntly answered "i think if you really wanted to call me you would have by now." then as i was leaving he was like "wish me luck getting the courage to call you" and i was like yeah right. but then a week later he did call me to have lunch at his place but i had just eaten and was going somewhere else. so then today he called again and wants to have dinner next wednesday at his apartment. and now this is just an awkward situation because i don't know how to tell him that i already have a boyfriend and kind of just want to say that he's too late and he should have fucking called earlier, idiot.
anyway. i got an A on my gender class midterm, which i'm glad about because i really like that professor and class. she's my intellectual idol whereas rick is my quirky idol. |
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| 09:53pm 06/02/2006 |
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i dreamt that someone wrote something along the lines of "no one updates anymore (this means you carolyn)" in their journal. this is a little less exciting than other recent dreams of new groundbreaking flavors of ice cream and attempted murders.
so hey. after a humiliating discovery there was a half-hearted attempt to make this friends-only but i gave up after i realized it was going to take way too fucking long. then i lost the drive to write anything. i still don't have much to say but i can't just end this lj relationship, it's the longest one i've ever had (five years strong).
godddd happiness makes people boring, including me. i've settled into a pattern of days with repeated variables of class/work, tim/jess. although, now that i'm not working at ubx i occasionally have time to waste alone, which i missed. today from 4:30 on i basically have done nothing and it's amazing. i really just have a love of wasting time, and also sweatpants.
oh jesus i'm not going to squeeze out any more dullness right now. |
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| 04:13pm 13/11/2005 |
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sometimes i'm glad that i occasionally open spam because they contain unexpected funny things like this:
selenium try hardhat on in spontaneous it's try thickish in
a askew on in liquidate and see capillary it's it
bookbind thebut poinsettia some.
pandemic see eclectic on , pedigree , in swam but
and venusian be try sophie but , conant some the
eventful it'sit lighten on.
what a glorious poem. |
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| 01:27am 19/10/2005 |
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i really want to take this class called "philosophical perspectives on issues of gender" but it would mean i would have to take the 7:30 AM social policy class, and be in class for seven hours on mondays. and i haven't done that since like HIGH SCHOOL! AND WE ALL KNOW THAT WAS AGES AGO. but i might be willing to do it, because i really really want to take it and i think this might be the only quarter it's offered. jess you should look at the books for me and tell me if it looks good. PHILOSOPHY 336 GO! |
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| 10:06pm 20/08/2005 |
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okay livejournal is hilarious. it wouldn't let me change my password to cinamura because it is a "(reversed) dictionary word." however, arumanic does not appear on dictionary.com, and when i googled it, all that came up was someone's e-mail adress @arumanic.com on a website for a japanese cell phone company. |
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| 12:49am 06/08/2005 |
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( epic life discussions with smarter child )
oh yeah so. i figured out how to solve that problem. i don't feel like explaining it but it ends up being the mass of top block*[coeff of sf*(weight of top block+weight of lower block)/mass of lower block] which equals 23.52 N.
LONELY, OH SO LONELY
ryan needs to come back from california NOW |
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| 11:53am 03/08/2005 |
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A 200 kg crate is being pushed across a horizontal floor by a force P that makes an angle of 30.0° below the horizontal. The coefficient of kinetic friction is 0.200. What should be the magnitude of P, so that the net work done by it and the kinetic frictional force is zero?
CAN ANYONE GET AN ANSWER FOR THIS BESIDES 453? I CERTAINLY CAN'T
A 4.00 kg block is placed on top of a 12.0 kg block that rests on a frictionless table. The coefficient of static friction between the two blocks is 0.450. What is the maximum horizontal force that can be applied before the 4.00 kg block begins to slip relative to the 12.0 kg block, if the force is applied to the less massive block?
WHY ISN'T 17.6 RIGHT? WHY, WEBASSIGN? |
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| 08:49pm 01/08/2005 |
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so full. after accidentally not eating for seventeen hours, it seems i can't eat enough.
i haven't done a single interesting thing today.
it seems my unconscious goal in life is to prove harry (the one who met sally) right. um, yeah. i don't know.
okay there's a fucking spider frolicking about on the computer screen. good thing i don't care.
i had an interesting sensation in dreamworld today. i went back to bed for a little bit until i had to leave for class and had a dream. i was working at camp except i kept blacking out and was like, yeah maybe i should go to the nurse. and i think that the blacking out in the dream was because i was fighting falling into a deep sleep because i knew i had to get up soon.
maumee was fun and i can't wait for everyone to be back on campus (including me) so we can hang out more. because those are some funny motherfuckers. |
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