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| Friday, April 7th, 2006 | | 8:59 am |
Griffin...or is it Cody?
This morning I awoke having had a dream. Not just a dream, but a dream I remembered...vividly. There was some talk with my a member of my family feeling left out, and there were some feelings of it being her own fault, which in hindsight I could often take a bit of advice from (I wasn't adopted, but I still can't get it out of my head, maybe I'm more crazy than everyone thinks). Then I went inside my first house, which happened to be where we were talking, though it was the new horrendously blue color. I sat down and started spending time with Cody, who I thought was named Griffin last time, and I really don't know why he wasn't just Ethan, except maybe I'm trying to fill a void with imaginary people, and this Cody/Griffin person is my little (step-)brother. Yes, that's right, I'm also highly confused. I have a little brother that exists LITERALLY only in my dreams, and last night his name was Cody. I remember seeing him before, but can't tell when, but that is how dreams go. He's about 5 months old (in the dream, though maybe in my collective dreams also, but I really don't remember him as much as I just recognized him). I sat down and started talking with him, and asked him some question to the equivalent of "What's something you've learned?" to which he answered "If you drop, you get a mustache." This, of course, didn't really make much sense, and my mind whirled with the possible possibilities that a 5 month old could be trying to portray with words such as 'drop' and 'mustache.' Anyway, after quite a while at translating and asking him to tell the story (with a very embarrassed Joyce there, and a chuckling Dad), I found out that he had been in the car (or a similar place) and had gotten hold of a magazine. He was told to drop it, and when he did they bought him a hat (which he was wearing, a crazy green, cat-in-the-hat-esque thing that in reality would probably have slid down to his shoulders before his body caused ANY friction). I was confused as to why he should drop a magazine, after all, it could give him reason to want to read. Then Joyce explained it very clearly. She said "It was a Hustler." And then I was extremely grossed out because I thought that meant it was hers, then I later thought it was Dad's, but now that I think about it, it could have been Vickie's, but it doesn't really matter, it was a dream. And then Dad burst out laughing, and I was totally confused, and then I woke up. Something in this room is still beeping, though not often. Maybe that's what's driving me insane. Maybe I have a drempt up kid brother because there's an annoying beeping that caused me to sleep in an emotionally uncomfortable way. Yeah, woke up less than a quarter hour ago...so I'm gonna go see if the world's still there. | | Thursday, April 6th, 2006 | | 5:57 pm |
Happy Disposable Day.
Ahh, with only 3 days left of break Cornell decided to celebrate disposable day today. We had disposable knives, spoons, forks, plates, cups, and it seems like even the relationships here are becoming disposable. After all, the people surely are. I got kicked out roughly one month ago, along with at least one other student. Supposedly Leland Levin has gone too far and has overused his warnings, so he might be disposed of, too. The only thing people can't seem to get rid of here is their immaturity...and their problems, but some of those are because of their own immaturity, and one cannot outrun oneself. | | Tuesday, March 21st, 2006 | | 11:35 am |
I'm actually still alive.
Found this online, liked it: Don't assume that guys won't care where you are, because we do. ________________________________________ ____________ IT MAKES US FEEL SO SECURE TO KNOW THAT OUR GIRLFRIEND ISNT OFF FLIRTING WITH GUYS WE'VE NEVER HEARD OF!! ________________________________________ ____________ Also, don't talk about your ex-boyfriends. We never have, nor ever will respect or like them, nor do we want to hear about them. When you do, you're asking your boyfriend to be jealous. You're asking your boyfriend to lose trust. ________________________________________ ____________ We don't care if you talk to other guys. We don't care if you're friends with other guys. But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there. ________________________________________ ____________ Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/ cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong. We'll stop trying to convince you. The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. ________________________________________ ____________ Yeah, you can quote me. ________________________________________ ____________ Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Smile and say "thank you." LET US PAY FOR YOU! DON'T "FEEL BAD" We enjoy doing it. It's expected. Smile and say - everybody together now - "thank you." ________________________________________ ____________ Kiss us when no one's watching. If you kiss us when you know nobody's looking we'll be more impressed. ________________________________________ ____________ You don't have to get dressed up for us. If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have, put on every kind of makeup you own. We like you for WHO you are and not WHAT you are. honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's. not all dolled up ________________________________________ ____________ don't flirt with guys when were not with you. We have eyes everywhere. And when we find out, we're pissed. Not necessarily with the guys you flirted with, more-so with YOU. ________________________________________ ____________ Don't take everything we say seriously. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it. Don't get angry easily. ________________________________________ ____________ Stop using magazines/media as your bible. Don't talk about how hot Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartny is in front of us. It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that. ________________________________________ ____________ Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful" I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with "Hey handsome!" instead of "Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy" or whatever else you can think of. on the other hand im not sayin i woulndnt like it ether ; ) ________________________________________ ____________ Girls, I cannot stress this enough: IF YOU AREN'T BEING TREATED RIGHT BY A GUY, DON'T WAIT FOR HIM TO CHANGE. DITCH HIS SORRY, DISCRACE-TO-THE-MALE-POPULATION BUTT, AND FIND SOMEONE WHO WILL TREAT YOU WITH UTTER RESPECT Someone who will honor your morals. Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest. Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes. Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel. Someone who will stop what theyre doing just to look you in the eyes....and say "i love you" ... ....AND ACTUALLY MEAN IT! Give the nice guys a chance **************************************** ********** Guys repost this if you agree Girls repost this if you think it's cute Every Guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the girls that read this will as well | | Wednesday, February 15th, 2006 | | 3:56 pm |
Broadway?
 | You scored as Rent. You are Rent! You love without judgement and you love with no regret.
Rent | | 85% | Les Miserables | | 75% | Fame | | 70% | Brooklyn | | 70% | Wicked | | 60% | The Lion King | | 60% | Dreamgirls | | 50% | A Chorus Line | | 45% | Miss Saigon | | 40% | Avenue Q | | 35% | The Phantom Of the Opera | | 20% | Once On This Island | | 20% | Big River | | 15% | </td>
Which Broadway Show Are You?
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Only 35% for Avenue Q??? :: Sadface :: | | Wednesday, February 8th, 2006 | | 11:57 am |
Most helpful website EVER!!
I was reading LJ and someone mentioned http://del.icio.us and I became interested. You can bookmark all of the pages you want and just use that instead of memorizing all of the URLs. For me this is very nice, since it allows me to put all the pages I go to at one website, and then I just need to remember screennames and passwords. This website is really nice if you don't have a single computer you normally use, or if you have a computer that many people use, since you don't need to worry about going through the favorites list or through the list of recent websites visited. And being that it spells an actual word and so is easy to remember, it's all around a highly helpful website. Remember it. Use it. del.icio.us | | Friday, February 3rd, 2006 | | 7:00 pm |
| Your IQ Is 105 | 
Your Logical Intelligence is Below Average
Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius
Your Mathematical Intelligence is Exceptional
Your General Knowledge is Below Average |
Wow...that's unexpected. | | Friday, December 30th, 2005 | | 4:17 am |
| | Wednesday, December 7th, 2005 | | 10:49 pm |
1 semester down...almost
Cornell: Where everyone goes insane at least 2ce a month. I got an email saying I need to fill out so forms before I'm allowed to attend classes next semester. Working on it. Went email crazy on my dad, sent him some info that parents literally SHOULDN'T have. Ever. A girl is venting to me and a friend right now. Best I've felt in a while, just helping by listening. Cody asked me today if I was going here next semester. Wonder where he got that idea...wonder if it's a good idea. Stresses are high here, all around. Sex, grades, everything's getting in the way of everything. I want to see one-acts this January. I almost need to. Teresa has a part! So does Kristi...and other people I'd gone to school with. I haven't even set foot on MN soil since June-ish. I miss them all SOOOO much. And I need to talk to Ebith. I need to see me some pigeons. | | Sunday, November 20th, 2005 | | 9:04 pm |
Omen Westcot
Triggers or syptoms? Testing my safety web, trigger or syptom? Eyes feeling like rocks, trigger or syptom? Sleepless nights? Visions of violence toward friends and others? Seeking seclusion? ---------------------------------------- --------- How far back did this start? Today is bad. Friday I saw the edge coming. But my journal entry prior? ---------------------------------------- --------- There was a famous ice-skater, doing a beautiful show. Above a lake, ice replaced with glass, crystal clear. Fish and lake below, ice-skater on, sky, clouds and birds above. It was harmonic. It was beauty. But then the glass broke, and the crowd failed to realize, noting that the skater was a professional. What's left for the ice-skater? What can he say? Surely not "That wasn't there before." Perhaps this calls for a simple, "Oh. SHIT!" to clue the crowd into the fact that this wasn't planned. ---------------------------------------- --------- Oh. SHIT! | | Sunday, November 13th, 2005 | | 4:56 pm |
Small campus check
I think I have a paper due tomorrow, but I can't check on these [the OC] computers. So I'm either going to hijack someone else's, or I'm going to end up at the library late tonight when I finally get enough...motivation. Been lacking that a LOT lately. In other news, I'm now going to see how well livejournal actually works as a outreach device by timing how long it takes until someone reads this and questions it to my face. So it's pretty much up to Johnathan, Lauren, Roxy, Heather...anybody else? Maybe Jordan. Don't think that Kat or Cara actually read this...so...yeah. Timer starts at exactly 5:00pm on Sunday. | | Tuesday, November 8th, 2005 | | 11:56 pm |
Everyone hears EVERYTHING on this campus.
Since you've probably all already heard of would have soon enough...we'll get there in a little bit. First comes poetry. Magnet poetry time!!! I like your loving And I miss you celestial I am pussy pet Nighttime firm pants snake squeeze & inspect the package or feel the nutstem (and, just in case you think I'm hormonally crazed, I made those a few weeks back) So...last night...nudity...my room...Phase 10 (NOT POKER). Matt came "Yeah, uh, I got a noise complaint." M "Okay, we'll be quieter." O "I'm gonna need to come into your room." M "I think we can get it quiet on our own." O "As the RA, I have the right to enter any room I feel the need to." M "My question is, are you going to exercise that right?" O "JUST LEMME COME IN SO I CAN SEE THE NAKED PEOPLE!!!" M Yeah. That about summarizes...wait. Somehow or another I made a comment about Purple's 2 inch penis retort. (Normally when someone mentions his size as 2 inches or so, he replies "Some girls like it that wide.") So instead he said "Some girls like it that wide...I can't really say that while I'm naked...cause you can see..." Yeah. Cornell==Strange...but fun...until Roxy comes over asking about strip poker. Who plays that, anyway??? | | Monday, November 7th, 2005 | | 10:44 am |
The warm, fuzzy kind of guilt.
Well, I feel...sadly happy. I probably shouldn't feel as good as I do, especially since I just did poorly on a test worth 10% of my final grade. But this weekend was good. Sunday, I went to Dows looking for Jami, who wasn't there. I left in the direction of Pfieffer, and got about to the stairway door, at which point a girl (Last name starts with a B...something..ova) walked out of the bathroom in a towel. Normally this is sort of nice, but she was walking towards me, I was confused, and intrigued. She walked directly at me, not swerving to go into a room. :: insert feelings of "???" :: I held the door open for her, and she thanked me. (Now, I want it to be perfectly clear that the towel started just after her armpits and ended...where it was necessary). She then started walking UP THE STAIRS. I felt guilty, but a warm, fuzzy kind of guilty. Then the day turned to shit. So after all that I wandered into a girl's room and promptly (within one minute), heard the words "We should play a strip game." And soon after 2 girls and 2 guys began playing Strip Phase 10, a quite good game. I got to the end of the tenth phase having only lost 2 articles of clothing, whereas they were both naked. Yeah. Night went on. Quoth she, "What the CRIPPLE???" (Big hint...it was, in the company, hilarious. Yet it wasn't intentional.) Pizza's done, I go bye-bye. (ENGLISH MAJORS!!!) | | Sunday, November 6th, 2005 | | 2:33 am |
My Eyes Bleed With My Emotions
Oi. Emotional baggage is overloading me. The only way I can think to describe it is by a quote I can't even remember. It's something a supporting character said somewhere. They asked the hero something like "But who will be there to save you?" If anyone can find this quote, they get mucho mucho brownie points...and maybe more. But that's only if they'd actually want it...cause...yeah...I'm done. | | Saturday, November 5th, 2005 | | 3:25 pm |
Reply...and stuff
"If you read this, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your blog and be surprised (or mortified) by what people remember about you." And if you're still reading, I went to the Jordan party last night. I had a little fun, but my friends seemed to enjoy themselves, so it was good. And in other news, I broke up with Angela. Oh, and Spooner apparently had a hangover. I'm here with Jam-Jam. | | Thursday, November 3rd, 2005 | | 6:12 pm |
WaR sux SUPPORT OUR peace
(Title from Kiosk) I do believe I'm now officially insane. Hiding it? Yes, I am. I need a personal day. A PRIVATE personal day. I need me with me time. I don't want people to worry and such, but I'd like it to be noticed that I'm not where they would expect. Why do I write this here, then? Because I doubt that any people's read it, especially of the Cornell College chapter. Heck, I could probably write about nuclear-ly cleansing half of Cornell, and people wouldn't even bother to point out the problems of using nukes on so small an area. Yet I write, in a vain attempt to squeeze any hope of humanity out of the digitized personalities we try to make our own. Do I fit in here? Am I trying to? Is college what's right for me anyway??? Should I quit? Would it really be quitting if it's what's best for me? Would that constitute moving on/upgrading? I'm highly confused, but not even bothering to look for answers. Also, this relationship isn't fitting. Should I struggle to get it to? Is it because of my current state? Is it her? Maybe it's a combination, but I still don't want to end it. Reason I don't want to end it? I don't want to hurt her...and I don't want to lose her, but mostly I don't want to hurt her. | | Tuesday, November 1st, 2005 | | 6:28 pm |
"Purple isn't colored."
Purple's done with the Haunted Art Studio...only one injury. Aaron scratched up his arms with some glass, I'm not sure how bad it was, but he's still alive. Kevin told me just before lunch today that his parents have now told him they want to go to parents' weekend, therefore meaning he should be here, and not in MN. I'm TOTALLY lost in my class, and not much liking it. Some other stuff, too, but I'm still too asleep to remember. | | Saturday, October 29th, 2005 | | 8:50 pm |
Open Foot, Insert Mouth (yeah)
Noticed I haven't actually mentioned it, so...I have a girlfriend. That's good. I like it. But she's in Kansas City and I miss her. It's good stuff. Jordan moved into Mt. Vermin today and I had wanted to help him move in, but they never came to get me, though I waited til 5:30. Boo-Boo-Kitty-Fuck. I'll try to find 104 1st tomorrow...or something. Busted up my knee pretty bad. Moral of the story: Don't wrestle the 6th place in nationals guy while on cement flooring...unless you're on a bed. Then it's fun...until he bleeds...rather than your knee. I have more to say...but seem to have forgotten it all. Currently Jamie and Dave are talking about proposal. It's amazing how...manipulative is the wrong word...INFLUENTIAL I am. I am highly influential. I am a relationship superhero. They've probably just about broken up (Jamie says once a week, I think more), but I seem to always fix it. Go me. And the Rachel/Drue situation...oi vey. Why can I seem to help everyone but myself? And yet I seem to always get through everything, even just barely...and most definitely not always on top. Boredom. Pain. I don't much be a fan of block break. | | Wednesday, October 26th, 2005 | | 8:36 pm |
Local superhero: Owen
I doth believeth that I am are be the local relationship superhero. Gotta go babysit, more info later. | | Tuesday, October 25th, 2005 | | 7:02 am |
Assignment for Found. of Edu.
The Voltaire Academy for Timeless Education (VATE) was created in 1978 for the purpose of opening future citizen’s minds to possibilities and changing trends. Many government institutes promoting education are teaching fads or temporary doctrine, yet VATE rises above this by offering it’s students not only a broad range of information, but teaching it’s students to daily challenge what they believe, think, feel, and value. The Voltaire Academy has students from all kinds of backgrounds. Students range from those that only drink Pepsi products to those that listen to country, and all the way to people without separated earlobes. VATE does not discriminate against anyone by use of any temporary prejudice, no matter how widespread or reasonable it may seem. VATE has a very broad range of topics of study. Offering classes ranging from “Founding Fathers or Only Human?,” a popular history course, to “Life in Base 3,” a required mathematics course, VATE has something for everyone. VATE allows students to focus their studies in one area with little interference, yet always offers support. From professional poker players, majoring in statistics and psychology, to a professional stunt double, majoring in trigonometry and gymnastics, VATE has been the school of choice for almost every career choice. The Voltaire Academy does require that all students take certain psychology, sociology, and philosophy courses to better understand themselves and others around them, and therefore promote a more communicative and less violent world. The Voltaire Academy of Timeless Education seeks to bring about a new renaissance by enlightening tomorrow’s leaders. Our student body is our primary asset, which is why they are required to be taught militant pacifism and the process of understanding reason. By teaching them this today, we are providing them with a better tomorrow. (Gotta admit, I'm pretty proud of this.) | | Monday, October 24th, 2005 | | 12:29 pm |
End of Daze
Soon I will be done with Found. of Ed., and so I'm mostly happy. I still need to do two more papers for tomorrow, but after that it should be easy. My final is two questions that I get more than 24 hours to answer (essay format). We watched Dead Poets' Society today and I lurved it (+5 brownie points for use of Lauren word). The entire time I was thinking: "Live free or die" and the like. I'll try to post his quotes soon. Other stuff happened and stuff, but people are waiting. |
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