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[09 Jun 2004|06:10pm] |
man. orientation kicked my ass. not because it was scary or i was nervous. mainly because the "academic advising" never really happened. they gave us a scant list of course names/numbers with no descriptions, made us share a course catalogue, and said to pick a schedule. i wanted a first year seminar--the effect of war on children OR a study of democritizing nations like iraq and afghanistan--but it was all full. fuck that shit. so now i've got 17 hrs and 8 am classes. i still like my schedule though. i'm most excited about spanish and international relations and anthropology. although women's studies should be interesting as well. and the music course--all we do is listen to masterpieces. and for english, W00T! i'm taking some piddly one hour communications course. i win.
man. i saw all these kids i hadn't seen since elementary or middle school at unc. liza cassidy. matt clark. hey guys. random. many of the kids there seemed like they might suck. a lot.
man. new york tomorrow. we're rolling out at 5 am. and will return on thursday.
what's my problem? i started every new paragraph in this entry with "man."
boring lj entry. oops. sorry. i can't think of anything redeeming to type...so i guess that's all.
and ps
DECEMBER:
Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in
games and interactions.
Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in
organizations. Fun to be
with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves
attention. Loves to be loved.
Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short
tempered. Changing
personality. Not egoistic. Take high pride in
oneself. Hates restrictions.
Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical
What does your birth month say about you?
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i like to think, "HEY WOW A LOT OF THAT IS ACCURATE!" however...it's called the barnum effect, kids.
read on:
The Forer or Barnum effect is also known as the subjective validation effect or the personal validation effect. (The expression, "the Barnum effect," seems to have originated with psychologist Paul Meehl, in deference to circus man P.T. Barnum's reputation as a master psychological manipulator.)
Psychologist B.R. Forer found that people tend to accept vague and general personality descriptions as uniquely applicable to themselves without realizing that the same description could be applied to just about anyone.
how do ya like them apples?
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[04 Jun 2004|08:25pm] |
these past few days have been full of firsts.
i ate a sugar cookie with a chocolate penis drawn on it (thanks kyle.)
i saw pulp fiction, and it was awesome. and i got to watch it with a bunch of awesome ladies and gentlemen.
i heard someone actually snicker in real life--it was awesome, because usually people only snicker in books.
i tried on really expensive jeans at a boutique. (seven! cindy! seven!) i'm getting desperate for some jeans. i mean, really desperate...i'm not asking for too much, really.
DARK, BOOT CUT JEANS WITH NONE OF THAT STUPID WHISKERY BLEACHY STUFF. MUST HAVE BACK POCKETS. PREFERABLY NOT LOW RISE. that's all i'm asking for. sheesh.
i saw harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban. it's been the best out of all the movies so far. (even though it left out some really meaningful parts of the book. but that's understandable--no one wants this to turn into a 4 hour movie.) call me weird, but alan rickman as severus snape is HOT.
i have purple sheets on my bed, it's awesome.
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[27 May 2004|11:43pm] |
i'm going to the camp house for memorial day weekend.
( ess tee you eff eff )
raise your hand if you think shrek 2 is awesome. because it certainly is. everyone is in that movie. that cleese guy from monty python, antonio banderas...everyone. it's hot.
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( WHAT A JANKY WEEKEND! )
i get to see mean girls today. how exciting.
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so. at the senior luncheon (was it supposed to be a fiesta? why were we wearing leis? why were we listening to rap and eating hot dogs? get your themes straight, people. anyway.) they gave away door prizes. the dean won a paper shredder.
but I WON A REFRIGERATOR! and al-don was kind enough to carry it to my car. it's reclining in the front seat right now.
life is good. i'm done. i have a mini fridge. graduation money is starting to trickle in. i amended my work schedule. lots of hours, lots of money, lots of jose wilson. hah.
tonight is the senior roast for drama. and even though i quit SWEAT...they're roasting me. they've got some sort of pimpin' car service to come pick us up. how hott.
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[19 May 2004|12:36am] |
high school is over. it doesn't feel as awesome as i thought it would. maybe i'm preoccupied. mostly i think it's because i haven't fully realized how awesome this is yet...it has to sink in. maybe it will hit me after graduation.
also, i need to stop having such horrid, pounding headaches. i've had one every day at the same time of day for the past several days. i dont understand. i want it to stop.
in other lame, pointless news...i think i will work full time this summer. so i can have money.
sometimes, jim and missy chance really bring the w00t.
matthew chance was on cnn tonight. he brought the w00t.
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[16 May 2004|11:26pm] |
today...
went to mass with cindy. catholicFEST! things were going swimmingly, when all of a sudden...THONK! the acolyte (or altar server, for the catholics out there) passed out, banging her head on the marble floor. everyone remained kneeling for the duration of the ordeal. the priest cut some of the service, added in some emergency hail marys. i guess that's the contingency plan. must have been awkward for the paramedics, to stroll into that silent, waiting atmosphere, all those jokers just kneeling like it was going out of style, while an altar girl was all..horizontal at the front of the church.
went to winston salem to be in a jon bon jovi movie! we were hockey fans, and we felt "passionate about the world wide women's hockey league." tonight's match-up was between the swans and the foxes, or something. it was pretty lame, we had to get excited and go crazy, but we got free popcorn, hotdogs, and soda with CRUSHED ICE. the scene we were in consisted of busty sluts in short shorts stumbling around on the ice, posing as hockey players. then after 8 million takes, the REAL hockey playing girls came out. and we left.
played four squares!!! in sawyer's driveway. remembered all those rules from long ago. tree tops, bus stops, popcorn, etc.
listened to the fire theft and got milkshakes, and commented on how lovely it is outside. the windows were down, the air smelled like honeysuckle. tasty.
i dont know about you kids, but i had a good day.
ps-notice the things i'm NOT updating about. that's because i dont give a damn. i mean, i kind of do. but...whatev. what is done is done, no way to undo any of it or unsay any of it, we're not tony braxton, we can't "uncryyy these teeeeeaaaars" and shit. i guess i just defeated my own purpose by adding this little blurb in. but i wanted to jump on the bandwagon, you know?
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i want to lick henri cartier-bresson.
( LICK! )
etiquette is stupid. i addressed my graduation announcements. each annoucnement has to be put into two envelopes. the inner envelope is addressed to the same people as the outer envelope, except the inner is informal. instead of mr and mrs G M Randolph, you would write, uncle meares and aunt toddie. (fun names!)
and all so that they can think, "ew, i dont want to get this random relative something. psshs. i'll send some money." so they grudgingly send the money, because it's required of them. and when you get the money, you think, "score! free money!" but then the day comes when you have to grudgingly write polite, contrived thank you notes about how you'll be going off to college in the fall, blah blah blah, all because it's proper. how stupid.
two envelopes. ridiculous.
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[11 May 2004|11:25pm] |
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( biggest rant ever. )
jose wilson is awesome. he doesn't like hardcore. or screamo. or metalcore. but he does like breakdowns. and he did put me on takeout. and he also made me count down the drawer. and beaver used to drink out of the scoop that came in the box of dove laundry detergent 30 years ago. man.
psych exam wasn't too bad.
i should have been studying for the government exam instead of writing this lj entry. you know. brown v board of education. the pendleton civil service act. i'm pretty much screwed. we haven't learned anything at all in that class. it's mostly consisted of kids leaving the class early, punching holes in the walls, trying to convince the teacher to let us watch blow, or blatantly ignoring the teacher to talk about parties and drugs or to do crossword puzzles. or sleep.
i'm almost done.
depending on the outcome of the next election, kris udekwu and i might be moving to toronto. let us know if you want to tag along.
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what a tumultuous weekend. craaazy.
if you're tired of looking at prom pictures, i beg you, don't look under the lj cut. there are 13 pictures there.
( pr0m )
in other news, i got that scholarship. so all of the essay writing, interviewing, etc. was well worth it. the scholarship will cover...hmm, probably a little more than half of my tuition.
i got to give a "sermon" yesterday. even though i'm not a big fan of organized religion, it was a very meaningful experience for me to be able to share something like that with so many people. dad said some of the people in the choir loft teared up...and a few people mentioned me going to seminary. a priest once told me i should go...i was in middle school when she told me. why do people think i'm raring to get ordained? wtf.
worked on my senior project from 5 pm until just after 5 am. i thought about giving up. but it was already so late that i just stared at the clock in disbelief from time to time...then i'd snap out of it and continue to do a shoddy job of cutting and gluing. shoddy, i say. i'm about as good as a third grader. anyway. turned it in. it's over.
took some pictures this afternoon for kw. i'm supposed to do a triptych. technically, this can be 3 related pictures, or 3 seemingly unrelated pictures, or 3 pictures that actually match up to form one picture. KW insists that they match perfectly. this is practically impossible. anyway, psssh. i took some pictures of an empty swingset in the twilight. hope something works out with that. or else i'll just fail the assignment. oh well.
ap exams, and then i'm home free.
man, it's chilly tonight.
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[03 May 2004|01:47am] |
hey! i'm awesome because i'm still nowhere near finished on this senior project that counts for 25% of my english grade and is due at 8:30 am tomorrow.
maybe one day i will update about my eventful weekend, and post a picture or two.
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i watched made on mtv with my little brother. i'm not ashamed to admit it. but i don't understand it. why would some slef-proclaimed heavy metal kid (metallica, slayer, slipknot, korn, mudvayne. other unfathomably awful things.) all of a sudden want mtv to swoop down upon him and transform him into prom king? what the hell is the matter with you people? if you need mtv to fix your life for you, then you are beyond fixing anyway. that is taking the easy way out--to the max. mtv producers and cameras and style coaches and money instantly make you cool, or at least make people treat you as if you're cool. don't you think people at school lose all respect for you, for getting all...MTV'd? it isn't really you, it's what you can be with a lot of help. i mean, here's this scary metal kid in a horrible band wearing his hot topic attire, hanging out with the homecoming queen and her friends while his other metal friends get extremely upset with him for trying to "branch out" and "improve as a person." and finally, he wins the competition.
it's ridiculous. but i still watch the show, which makes me ridiculous too. i like watching that kind of stuff. i can't help it.
holy cow. i have to get a physical so i can turn in those medical forms to unc. i haven't been to a doctor in ages. i asked my mom once or twice for an appointment. but she said "you're healthy, you're growing. nothing's wrong with you!" and that's that. man. i'm going to have to pee in a cup and do other silly things, like parade around a pediatrician's office (i need to do something about that...too old for pediatricians now.) in a paper gown. and get stuck with needles.
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[25 Apr 2004|08:55pm] |
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the scholarship interview was pretty awesome. i chatted it up with the board of governors for the wood foundation. we discussed photography, j&s, american beauty, the episcopal church, and how no one wants to go to wake forest.
accidentally drove to seagrove and whynot. (yeah, there's a town called whynot.) made it to for the kids fest (after a slight fender-bender with sawyer) and had an awesome time--awesome bands and awesome kids and awesome over-use of the word awesome.
i made what would normally be a 2 hr trip home in about an hour. i think i'm in love with speeding down deserted highways.
there was a picnic at church (ridiculous of my mom to insist that i go. pssh.) today, complete with fried chicken, biscuits, and a bluegrass band. really random. but i like bluegrass, and always have. don't hate.
people kept asking me why i was so tired. i told them i went to a show last night. and they'd say, "oh! did you go to kenny chesney, or did you see jimmy buffet??!"
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so...syp is already full. no kanuga for me this summer. i'm pretty disappointed, and i never meant to wait this long to register. i could get on the waiting list, but i don't want to have things up in the air, because i need to register for ctops and other such stuff.
not many days left until it's all over. 21 or so until the end of school. but really, all i want is the end of stress-- namely, the ap exams and senior project. and it'll all be over in less than a month. i can probably get through this with a healthy dose of apathy in certain areas (mika, just let some things slide. you're outta here.) and a bit of motivation in others.
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[12 Apr 2004|10:09am] |
new york city tomorrow!
i watched some of the 9-11 commission hearings. condoleezza rice is an equivocator like whoa. ben-veniste was getting rather pissed. and she was getting sassy. kept going off on tangents about swatting flies, and strategical vs. tactical approaches.
( panties and poodles! )
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[09 Apr 2004|02:50am] |
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the young john kerry.
did you know he was a bassist in a high school band? and he snowboards? and he went to boarding school in mother effing switzerland? jeegal.
for some reason, we watched bowling for columbine in class today. tres random. and the teacher (who i've always suspected of conservative leanings) thought it was brilliant. i can't decide how i feel about it every time i see it. usually, i think it's awesome, but other times...i have to think. is it just me, or is michael moore to the liberals what limbaugh and o'reilly are to the conservatives? he makes some really astute observations, but he too is guilty of exaggerating and using spin to get his points across. most people don't take him too seriously, they just consider him a nutty mouthpiece for the "damn hippies...bleeding heart liberals..." etc. i think it would help his credibility if he weren't such a nutty mouthpiece. he's a smart guy, though. i'm down. i like him.
hey! i need to come up with my plans for the future. i am a finalist for the wood scholarship, and at my interview, board members will supposedly "chat informally" with me about the points on my application and in my essays, and my "plans for the future." i don't have any, as of yet.
tonight we watched the summer of sam. all these crazy NY italians yelling " 'ey! fuck you! go fuck yehself!" and this big scary talking dog. and cocaine. and abba.
i skeeve this place..
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[07 Apr 2004|12:05am] |
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hans blix, can we be friends?
"yes, the rumors that cheney is alive are somewhat exaggerated. it's mark twain in reverse."
"i think maybe we foreigners should have the right to vote in your next election, since we are so dependent on you."
shit. i have a scholarship interview in asheboro of all places, on april 24th at 11:30 am, of all the inconvenient times. so not only do i miss that really important euro exam thingy and have to make it up for 3 days after school, it also screws up for the kids plans. pssh.
in european history today, our teacher started to cry. so she just left the room for a good 20 or 30 minutes, and we all sat there, stunned and trying to suppress those damn nervous giggles that always try to escape at moments like this one. we'd all bombed our wwi tests, and she felt that she'd given so much, and we'd returned all her hard work with utter apathy. i felt awful. friday night, steph and i were supposed to study. but we got in bed and talked smack about the world instead. ironically, euro is the only class i really care about these days. it's hard to get motivated in english when the teacher is crappy and you have yet to learn anything.
q and not u was pretty awesome. against me! was also awesome, but besides kudzu wish, the accompanying bands...yuck.
this kid in photography today was talking about someone. he said, "that kid at the mall was such a fag!" i looked up from tinting my print, and said, "HEY!" He looked really startled. I kept looking at him, steadily. then someone else said, "oh yeah. she doesn't do that." he looked at me sheepishly and said, "ok...well then...sorry. but that guy was pretty..." and let his voice trail off to suggest the rest of his meaning.
i want to build a house and plant millions of cherry trees around it. i'm serious. the cherry trees look perfect right now.
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BORING!
( fixing problem... )
apparently, april 1st is not only april fools day but also i'm embarassed of my president day. awesome.
i am excited about tomorrow!!!
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