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[Jun. 9th, 2007|10:03 am] |
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14 days and my year in England is over. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2007|01:22 am] |
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How is everybody on my buddy list at this time watching the Patriots game? |
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[Sep. 7th, 2006|10:57 pm] |
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I don't update anymore. |
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[Aug. 5th, 2006|08:53 am] |
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My official date of departure for England is Monday, October 2. |
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[Jul. 18th, 2006|05:43 pm] |
I finally figured out what the 4 H's are in 4-H: Hands, Heart, Help, and Health.
I wish I could have gone to 4-H camp as a kid. Seriously, those kids have it made. They swim and boat all morning and then in the afternoon head to pet puppies and kittens and then follow up their super-hard dfay by swimming the lake for an hour. It's awesome. They got to make butter the other day. I would have been ALL over that when I was that age. Scratch that, I would be all over that NOW. Anyway, I heart my job. I teach swim lessons or go boating from 9-12, get a 2-hour lunch break, run cloverbud swim, get another hour break, then guard during free swim. Sweet. AND I got a $700 paycheck last week. |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2006|08:35 pm] |
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Summer officially blows. |
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[Jun. 6th, 2006|07:20 pm] |
"Hey There Delilah" - Plain White T's
Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City
I'm a thousand miles away
but girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true
Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
And we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time that we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This one's for you
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me |
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[May. 29th, 2006|02:24 pm] |
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Please Please Please Please let it be Wednesday. |
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[May. 25th, 2006|10:27 pm] |
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Two entries in one day? Damn, I MUST be bored out of my mind.
Dear Other Half,
Get down here asap. I miss you like a dieting chubby kid misses cake.
I love you.
Love, Mary |
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[May. 24th, 2006|08:15 pm] |
I'm so miserable in my house I cannot stand it. Thus I have decided that I'm moving away from Staten Island the very first chance I get.
Seriously though, I've been moping around for three days and it feels like it's been an eternity. Perhaps I am a cold-hearted bitch, but I'm just not happy at home anymore. I suppose that makes me a terrible person but I can't help it. I love my friends here more than anything, but I also miss my life away from here more than I can even describe. Being home is like being in prison; I feel so restricted here for the most part. I am in desperate need of a happy medium.
I suck at life. |
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[May. 22nd, 2006|12:35 am] |
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Wireless rocks hardcore, especially when I can lay in my bed and be signed on to AIM and be writing in my livejournal at 12:34 at night and then simply turn off the light and go to sleep.
Today was one of the most emotionally traumatic days of my life. Now I know what it means to have a life-defining moment because I shared one today and it was the most incredible feeling I've ever had.
Then my car got smashed, but let's not get into that.
I kind of miss Worcester, not gonna lie. Actually, no, scratch that, I hate Worcester but I miss the last 2 weeks with a fiery passion.
I can't really describe how I feel right now. It's caught between blissfully happy and terribly sad. It's completely new to me; I've never experienced this feeling before.
Oh well, it's summer.
(You Fucking Sailor) |
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| I LOVE MUFFIN |
[May. 13th, 2006|12:21 am] |
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HC has moved to the number one spot on my ever-growing hitlist. They advertise midnight breakfast, which is supposed to take place every night before a final so that all the chubby kids, like me for example, can eat while they stay awake to "study," or just stay awake to eat (it's a way of life--and I would know. I'm a chubby kid). I have a final tomorrow morning, so why the fuck is there no midnight breakfast?
I want to start swimming again becaust it would be great exercise. There is, however, one tiny problem and that is NO ONE is allowed to see me in a swimsuit. Therefore, I think the Hart Center should have the Chubby Kid Swim Hour every day. I'm totally pitching the idea to the Student Government. There will be fun noodles and kickboards and all complete with a sign at the entrance that says "You must be THIS wide to enter."
Gah, I really want midnight breakfast.
I'm in the process of getting ready for an ass-rapingly good time during Mulrooney's final test of death tomorrow morning at 8:30. I know nothing, I don't give a fuck about Victorian literature, and the absolute last thing in the world I want to do is sit through his personal vendetta--against the fact that he had no friends in high school because he played dungeons and dragons--embodied in a final exam. It's going to brutal. Absolutely brutal. I'm sorry, Inspector Gadget, that you were a pimple-faced level 5 dungeon master, but I simply don't have the mental energy to tackle your exam from hell.
I have to leave Loyola 207 tomorrow and it saddens me greatly. My walls are completely bare and nearly everything's packed. My closet, however, is completely full, and that's going to be interesting, considering the fact that I have to be out of here by tomorrow afternoon. Awesome.
I didn't use up all my meals. In fact, I still have 44 left. Yay for failing. Must read Sparknotes to make up for all the books I haven't read. Yay for failing x2.
Chubby Kids Unite! |
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[May. 12th, 2006|07:09 pm] |
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I never EVER thought I'd be so thrilled to stay in Worcester for an extra week.
I'm SO happy. |
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[May. 11th, 2006|01:59 am] |
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All my friends are leaving and I'm terribly sad.
I don't want summer. |
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[May. 5th, 2006|07:25 pm] |
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Next time, I probably should NOT leave studying for finals until the day before. At this moment, I'm really kind of fucked and by kind of, I mean "I killed my GPA" fucked. YES. Go me.
I think my lj is dying. I've been neglecting it in kind of a big way.
My mission for the next 8 days is to use all 56 meals that I have left. I'm going to do it, even if I just buy chips. Holy schneikies, there's 8 days left until summer. (tear).
Last night's toga party = a togasmically good time.
Crossroads' seafood salad is definately not up to par today. That saddens me greatly.
I'm bringing back "Holy Schneikies," I just decided. Oh Chris Farley, how I miss thee.
Peace up, A-town down. |
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[Apr. 30th, 2006|05:43 pm] |
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Mr. Belding is old and fat and tells cheesy jokes. I'm not okay with that. |
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[Apr. 19th, 2006|11:56 pm] |
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I have an 8-page paper due on Friday and I have nothing of substance. Notice how much I care.
It's midnight and I'm eating cold french fries. Notice how I care. I had french fries for dinner too, and that's a whole lot of fat right there. No wonder I'm not on America's Next Top Model.
I've officially been offered to attend the University of York next year. Suddenly, I don't know if I want it. Why am I so messed up that I can't be completely elated?
That was a rhetorical question. I know the answer.
Easter break was lovely. In fact, I think it's safe to say that it was my favorite Easter ever. I have discovered however, that Yankee fans are really not safe anywhere in Massachusetts.
My brain hurts. The Scholar Gipsy makes me want to repeatedly stab myself in the temple. |
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[Apr. 17th, 2006|10:39 pm] |
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I want to run away. |
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[Apr. 4th, 2006|12:04 am] |
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I wish eBay sold Napalm. I would buy some and plant it conspicuously around the Cantor Art Gallery.
Napalm makes everything better.
I hate girls who order sugar-free, skim milk chai teas with a fiery burning passion. Tonight, I ordered one and died a little on the inside. I was one of those girls. Having served this god-forsaken beverage to every other girl who frequented the counter on Friday nights, If I were still working at Cool Beans, I'd refuse to make them. Unless I had napalm, then I'd happily serve and dash in that instead of nutmeg.
Not that I'm bitter or anything.
We spend nearly the entirety of Fashion and Consumption discussing the feminizing of American advertising, especially in regards to housekeeping in light of the Swiffer. All I could think about was how much I had wanted a dust buster for Christmas. Way to conform to American standards.
I wanted a City Market salad today like no one's business. I haven't been in New York since January. This is the longest about of time I've ever gone since junior year without experiencing heaven on earth at least once. It kind of pains me. |
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