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[02 Nov 2008|10:47am] |
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Test
I especially like the one asking: "Being a pimp is a nice thing to be."
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[12 Feb 2008|09:21am] |
I'm kinda all nervous and excited. Really excited. It's weird.
First day of work! Ever! Actual work! With a clock-in and shifts and everything!!
It's called the Green Bean Coffee Cart. Yep Coffee. It's fair/equal trade coffee! Go sustainability.
And go $7.50 in my pocket for each of the 4 hours a week I never used anyway. WHEEEEE
( Minor Problem: We're dressing as Gede for my awesome-tastic Vodou class today.... he looks like an undertaker. So basically I'll be a goth on my first day at work.... Oops. )
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[24 Apr 2007|12:04am] |
SSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
it's quiet time
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[06 Jun 2006|10:56pm] |
HAPPY 6/6/06!!!
^_______^
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| so that explains it |
[30 Apr 2006|04:20am] |
Expectations.
That's the sole reason for the distress.
All the upsetness and stress and disappointment...
Bloody hell it's all because of expectations. You think you know the person well enough to assume what they will do. Or you hope they will do something. Or you just figure that's what would be done. It might be what would've done. So why didn't they?
They may be fair.
But when they're not carried out. Half or full..
That's when it hurts.
It's very hard. This new way of looking at things. And people. Expect absolutely nothing from them. Expect nothing from them. Not even much of what you would do. Not reciprocal.
Expect nothing.
And you shouldn't get as hurt.
Maybe.
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| blame kai-chan |
[24 Apr 2006|05:36pm] |
Once you are tagged you MUST write a blog about your 6 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next six people to be tagged and list their names.
1. I don't like having nothing to say.
2. I've never really liked soda. Or chocolate. But it seems I don't like chocolate because I'm allergic. Ah well, I'll still eat it because hey, it's chocolate!
3. I'm also allergic to my dog of ten years. But only for the last four. I didn't tell anyone for two years because there's no way in hell I'm giving up being with my puppy.
4. It means the world to me if someone made me something. I don't think there's anything that speaks to me more. I even cherish mix CDs made for me.
5. No matter how many times someone hurts me, or act a certain way, or have a record, or whatnot, I continue to give them another chance. I don't know why.
6. I eat sugar straight up. Like I'll down sugar packs (I'm still gonna compete with you Dimi). Or will eat spoons of brown sugar. It's good stuff.
I tag whomever is reading this.
We'll say......Amanda, Lauren, Jeanna, THomas, Dimitar, ummmmm and you!
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[08 Apr 2006|04:21am] |
highs and lows
do you even understand?
I dont mean to act this way.
I don't want to respond like I do.
I don't want to feel like I do.
Blame me anyway. It's not like you can understand.
Even if I explain.
Like you could believe me.
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[04 Apr 2006|10:28pm] |
for some reason the inner child within me is skipping around singing songs
please smack me soon..
...and remind me that boys suck.
always.
but this feeling is.....so good.
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[29 Mar 2006|02:58pm] |
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it won't stop hurting
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[24 Mar 2006|06:45pm] |
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Have I mentioned I'm a horrible person?
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[16 Mar 2006|02:16am] |
http://public.fotki.com/SeraphimRhapsodyDeuce/
for you Amanda!
:)
<3
that would be pretty much all of my pictures...almost 1000 of them
oh
I need to put prom up
and I guess I have some I've stolen from other people I can put up too
hmm tomorrow I guess
until then, these are all of the ones I've taken
I don't plan to keep these up forever...
maybe a month at the most
pass the word but keep it a bit quiet
if there are specifics anyone wants off immediately let me know
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| Flipping is the word of the day. |
[11 Mar 2006|02:05pm] |
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Already I can't take this.
Here one hour and there's words against me.
Here one day and they inform me..
I don't talk for a reason. Those traits you people hate about me. My lack of communication. Lack of connection. Lack of talking. TALKING! It came from somewhere you kow. One isn't just born with those. Well, not often. No. They taught me those. They taught me how to not talk and then just inform people by sudden occurances.
Yeah. So dad's retiring. 6 weeks. 6 months. 6 years. 666. Something.
Oh. And we're moving. "If he can get a job, he will."
He can get a job.
You know what's funny though? He's burned out. Tired. Funny because tired is not in his vocabulary. Depressed. Not that I should tell you people that. But what do I care? It's not like he shows it. Not like he'll admit it. Oh no. If it's not said then it doesn't exist, eh?
But what's funny...he's tired because of everything going on. All his meetings. All the stuff with new center they're building. Something about some rules from the hospital they changed. College expenses? Mainly it's the meetings. The way I see it, he has his job and he has the new center. Lot there, but yeah, manageable. Meetings? He's in like 5 organizations. Writes weekly for some international thing. Like I even know. All I found out last time I was down was apparently he's El Presidente of AART. Something big. American Association of Radiological Technitions. Or something. But was I told? Oh no. You'd think that'd be something big and fun and family-encouraged. Psh.
So it's these meetings and organizations killing me. Making us...move. He WANTED those organizations. He wanted to be involved..leave a mark. Stupid. Oh the wars.. Oh the trauma.. Just for the selfishness. And NOW WHAT?! I don't like in Central Florida. I just don't. It's not going to happen.
Dude.
Change? Me? No. I'll freaking not come down from school.
So apparently he's tired.
And apparently feng shui is her new passion.
Masks.
God it took me long enough and now they're trying to pass off with them.
I want my car. And I want to drive away. And I don't want to be here.
Fun.
Yeah, I knew I'd start updating again when I got here. Nothing else to do. And so much to write about. Goodness.
I just love how I'm informed of it all. Nothing's told. It's like finding it in the mail randomly.
Oh, I finished Wicked on the plane. First book where I've ever liked the adaptation better. The play was so much better.
But if anyone wants to read it they're welcome to take it from me.
And in happier news, I brought down Space Cases. If you want to par-tae with it they're up for grabs. You can borrow them for the week or we can all watch or whatever.
I just want to go.
I was stable for a month. If someone's proud of that.
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[15 Feb 2006|01:25pm] |
I know why I'm like this. And why everything breaks down. And why I have to wait to the last minute to do something. Or even beyond the last minute if there's no final deadline. Dead. Line. Dead.
But you wouldn't believe me if I told you. Not that I can tell you. Such shame.
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[03 Feb 2006|10:18am] |
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Hey guys. Alright let's see....things are finally starting to calm down some....
Classes!
So I've got 3 classes and Health and all the music stuff, which actually increased since last semester. -.- I'm insane.
Soooooooo
There's Bio! The second half. This one is all genetics and people still ask me what the hell I'm doing in bio since I'm not premed. I like....bio... but not this stuff! It's really yucky and the teacher goes too fast and talks above our heads and his slides have no information on them. Meh.
NBB! Neuroscience and Behavioral Biology. YES! It IS as cool as it sounds! It's the first requirement and it's really fun. We learn about monkeys and evolution and adaptation and brains and stuffeth. The female teacher who's taught this class for like ever has it down solid and her slides and perfect and she moves seamlessly from slides to movies and clips and things, she's amazingly smart and a great teacher. She has a teaching partner from the Anth department who's this guy. And this guy is kinda really cute with, as Sara Gonzales-Rivas (friend on my hall) continues to tell everyone, has a reeeaaaally cute butt. He's really cute though because he's all really nervous about teaching and standing in front of everyone and selfconscious about not having things together like the other teacher it's just so cute! But he's really smart too and you can tell that he knows everything about what he's teaching he's just not confident in himself yet.
I love this class.
Then there's Classical Mythology which has been at the top of my list to take since I got here. I switched out of the horrid Music Theory class for it and it's really cool! I've been told that the teacher, who is as loosely structured and tangem-random as they say, spends more time on art history of the ancient Greeks then on actual mythology but so far she's been good. The class has been really interesting so far and I like it a lot. Today's the first Friday lab meeting with this other guy who's a grad student. I really like him but there's this girl in my class who drives me insane. We'll see how it turns out....
And Health! Just Health. It's a requirement. The teacher is THE MOST enthusiastic person I've ever met. He wants so badly to communicate the health lesson's he's trying to teach. I find it admirable but yeah, it might grow old pretty soon. OH! Last time this other teacher came in and OHMYGOODNESS. I have to find this link to show you guys. It's amazinglyinsane. And quite hilarious. Just...yeah. You'll have to see it.
For music I'm still doing Wind Ensemble. And now I'm in Orchestra cause they're cool and playing The Planets. And I'm in percussion ensemble but can only be there for an hour so I'm only in 3 songs.... And I have private lessons. And a reqiured music major class (still gets me the lessons for free!) which was reeeeaaaally cool yesterday. Some Latin American version of the Christ story. I'll find a link on that too cause it looks SO COOL!
Kay. Time to run to my labs.
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[26 Jan 2006|09:28am] |
So I get to go to Savannah again. My favorite place in the world.
Some of you will remember my rants about my FAME group going at 5 in the morning last semester.
Now I'm going with the band. 4 hours. Noon. OMG.
We're playing at some convention thing. Not my cup of tea.
I don't think I can do this band thing for much longer. Ensemble probably. And hopefully lessons but that'll cost if I'm not still the major. Whatever. I'm just getting to be really tired of this band stuff.
Savannah's quite the last straw. And it runs into rush which is a huge hassle. And I miss a bio quiz that I can't make up. And I miss making my PE Health lab work with the cute latin boy. Grrrargh.
So I'll be back....later....like tomorrow nightish.
I know you'll all miss me like no other. But try and bear through your day!
I'll..try...to enjoy..Savannah.... *coughchokedie*
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| somethingsomethingsomething |
[22 Jan 2006|07:35pm] |
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So rush has me out of it. Yeah, I'm writing. I have a story or two in my head but they scare me. They scare everyone but meh.
I've always been blah about rush but meeeeeeh. Only my lowest 3 called me back and I really don't have interest in them...but they are a social network with parties and things....but do I need to have them? I can just have friends....but at the trend of my new friends and all they're not the party-going type. Ick.
Really cold today. Like coooold.
Hungry now.
Ummmm Haven't done any hw at all ever so far.
Finally switched out of my Music Theory class for Classic Mythology. Dunno if I'll want it but I guess I'll try it. Have to take something like it eventually so now works.
Headache and heartache and my eyes hurt and people suck and I don't even know.
I want to go to CVS but it's so freaking cold. And dark now. Colddarkcolddark.
Yeah. I'm an interesting person. Letmetellyou.
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