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transomwhiplassI really take LiveJournal too seriously. Between the relgious friends-page checking, the RSS feeds, and the fact that I read LJ Drama for extra special amusement probably makes this a borderline obsession.
I was thinking about it on one of my long walks today and why this could possibly be - what draws me to the hive that is LiveJournal. First of all, a well known fact, I have a disgusting addiction to gossip. It really doesn't matter what kind, usually celebrity is enough to get me tripping, but even if I don't know the people involved, I can't help but cover my mouth and coo "ooooh scandal!" Second, I love to know what people do with life. I honestly don't know what the heck to do with mine. When I was in 7th grade, a philosophy dawned on me but then I learned from Mr. Filardo in 10th grade English that it wasn't really an original thought, well.. some old guy thought of it first. It's that philosophy where you believe you are the only person living - everything else ceases to exist when you aren't present to witness it. Sure, there is a consistent story line but it is a figment of your imagination. The reality is that everything is a dream so you exist in the dream and as the dreamer. However, everything else is a false reality.
Well, I don't really believe that anymore, or at least I don't think I do. Still, it completely piques my curiousity - are people still existing without me around? I guess everything I read could be part of a "storyline" but, I don't like to think that way. However, I still get inklings to check on the "storyline" in the cases of total strangers.
Oh, but cheers to killing your angsty-bitch adolescent self earlier on.
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Life Report:
I'm bitter at my Italian professor. I love her to death but her inexperience is taking a toll on me now. For that, I bitch. I've been studying so much for that class because for this totally weird reason, I care. Oh my God, that's unheard of! However, I missed some dumb things on a quiz so now I'm all crestfallen over like, 4 points. Oh, but the real reason I'm upset is that she keeps going off the syllabus and giving us extra assignments. The problem is - she wrote one on the board yesterday during the quiz, I think, and I didn't notice. I emailed her the assignment so things are ok. I'm just.. resentful. I've been a total control freak since I got here. I don't leave campus or commit to anything when I don't have control over how much time I have to spend doing said activity. I've been busting my butt in Italian to much success, it just sinks my boat that I can try to be totally in control of the situation and just like that, lose my grasp on reality because of a freaking tiny assignment.
I went to the Alpha Phi Omega meeting today. For those of you late-tuners, yes.. Greek by name, yes.. Greek by tradition. Actually Greek? No. It's a co-ed service organization. There is a pledge process but it unfolds more like Fish Week at St. Agnes combined with Service Day than a haze-tacular adventure! It was pretty freaking weird. At the end we had to sing. Uhm, yeah. Still, sadly, I think I'm going to join because I have no friends. ::tear:: Cry for me, Argentina.
No that's a friggin' lie. Those keeping score will note the following tallies:
Friends - II
Condoms - II
I went to my physics tutorial. My group seems nice. There are two other girls and one boy with a really ethnic sounding name though he looks white/American. He had Franz Ferdinand hair - WOO. I think he had a Marilyn Manson button on his bag - ::cough::. He had nice eyes and his nose was really strange - it looked like maybe he had broken it. It skewed off to the left like some imaginary finger was pushing on it - it totally fascinated me.
Well, that's enough of that.
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Sarah's music reccomendation of the day. Yesterday was a combonation of Franz Ferdinand and Delays. Today, Interpol. My favorites include: "Untitled," "NYC," "Obstacle 1," & "PDA."
Their songs provoke a range of emotions. Part of me wants to, again, do a funky-sorta dance. The other half just wants to sit around and meditate/bob to the music.
On my way back from theSuper Friends APO meeting, "NYC" just popped into my head.
So yes, there you go. Go listen to them.
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I filled up a root beer bottle with water. Now, surprise surprise. The water has a vague taste of root beer. Just thought you should know.
Oh, you should also know:
My physics professor is a bad motherfucker. Dude, this guy is the reincarnation of Isaac Newton, well if Sir Isaac was funny. He is British and has this crazy, long, curly hair. The likeness is shocking. I know you are jealous (that is only if you haven't taken Physics with Mr. Burris. That man, is a very cool teacher.)
---
I was thinking about my once, and possibly future Catholicism. I'm glad I went to Catholic school. I'm glad that the Catholics were the ones that made me want to take a hiatus, not some cult or crazy protestant group. Even though I don't like the idealogy all of the time, it's strangely comforting to know that there is something to fall back on in case this "I don't know what the hell I believe in"-amnesia/apathy sets in any farther.
They are talking about the possibility of Roe vs. Wade being turned over. I remember Ms. Fritsch telling us that it was the worst court decision ever made, not in the rights.. but in HOW the decision was made. Apparently the supporting evidence/reasoning was really skewed. Obviously something was fucked up if the same woman who was named in the case now wants it overturned.
I spent a couple posts a month ago talking about my stance. Just a reminder - I could never have one, but I don't want to make that choice for anyone else. That's not to say that I would just shrug it off if someone I knew had one. I am very much pro-life, if someone I knew was considering it, I would try to talk her out of it. If she made the decision, I would cry for the child and probably go off for some serious soul-searching before resolving communication (if at all) with the person. However, I acknowledge that the rights need to be in place. America can not go back in time to the coat-hanger abortion period.
Today, faced with the upcoming election. I've acknowledged that not all of my opinions fall cleanly behind one party's lines. It's frustrating. I hate my moral compass.
I just killed a freaking hour. Today was Maya's birthday and she & some friends were going to go out and do "something" - like I said. I am now a control freak and spending X-number of hours out with Y-inches of homework was creating a film of cold sweat to develop and terror to collect behind my eyes.
For some reason, I feel better when I procrastinate if I'm not having any fun at all. Again, another round of cheers to self destruction.
With that, I'm alone and hungry because my roommate is attending this other meeting I couldn't go to and I haven't eaten all day except for huge handfuls of granola. I am now wary growing wary of "rabbit food."
Right now, I'm craving grapes and the freaking raisins are making me bitter because they ceased grape-dom without asking my permission first. That made no sense, probably because of the hunger. If it made sense to you, put down the drugs and go get some fresh air.
I was thinking about it on one of my long walks today and why this could possibly be - what draws me to the hive that is LiveJournal. First of all, a well known fact, I have a disgusting addiction to gossip. It really doesn't matter what kind, usually celebrity is enough to get me tripping, but even if I don't know the people involved, I can't help but cover my mouth and coo "ooooh scandal!" Second, I love to know what people do with life. I honestly don't know what the heck to do with mine. When I was in 7th grade, a philosophy dawned on me but then I learned from Mr. Filardo in 10th grade English that it wasn't really an original thought, well.. some old guy thought of it first. It's that philosophy where you believe you are the only person living - everything else ceases to exist when you aren't present to witness it. Sure, there is a consistent story line but it is a figment of your imagination. The reality is that everything is a dream so you exist in the dream and as the dreamer. However, everything else is a false reality.
Well, I don't really believe that anymore, or at least I don't think I do. Still, it completely piques my curiousity - are people still existing without me around? I guess everything I read could be part of a "storyline" but, I don't like to think that way. However, I still get inklings to check on the "storyline" in the cases of total strangers.
Oh, but cheers to killing your angsty-bitch adolescent self earlier on.
---
Life Report:
I'm bitter at my Italian professor. I love her to death but her inexperience is taking a toll on me now. For that, I bitch. I've been studying so much for that class because for this totally weird reason, I care. Oh my God, that's unheard of! However, I missed some dumb things on a quiz so now I'm all crestfallen over like, 4 points. Oh, but the real reason I'm upset is that she keeps going off the syllabus and giving us extra assignments. The problem is - she wrote one on the board yesterday during the quiz, I think, and I didn't notice. I emailed her the assignment so things are ok. I'm just.. resentful. I've been a total control freak since I got here. I don't leave campus or commit to anything when I don't have control over how much time I have to spend doing said activity. I've been busting my butt in Italian to much success, it just sinks my boat that I can try to be totally in control of the situation and just like that, lose my grasp on reality because of a freaking tiny assignment.
I went to the Alpha Phi Omega meeting today. For those of you late-tuners, yes.. Greek by name, yes.. Greek by tradition. Actually Greek? No. It's a co-ed service organization. There is a pledge process but it unfolds more like Fish Week at St. Agnes combined with Service Day than a haze-tacular adventure! It was pretty freaking weird. At the end we had to sing. Uhm, yeah. Still, sadly, I think I'm going to join because I have no friends. ::tear:: Cry for me, Argentina.
No that's a friggin' lie. Those keeping score will note the following tallies:
Friends - II
Condoms - II
I went to my physics tutorial. My group seems nice. There are two other girls and one boy with a really ethnic sounding name though he looks white/American. He had Franz Ferdinand hair - WOO. I think he had a Marilyn Manson button on his bag - ::cough::. He had nice eyes and his nose was really strange - it looked like maybe he had broken it. It skewed off to the left like some imaginary finger was pushing on it - it totally fascinated me.
Well, that's enough of that.
---
Sarah's music reccomendation of the day. Yesterday was a combonation of Franz Ferdinand and Delays. Today, Interpol. My favorites include: "Untitled," "NYC," "Obstacle 1," & "PDA."
Their songs provoke a range of emotions. Part of me wants to, again, do a funky-sorta dance. The other half just wants to sit around and meditate/bob to the music.
On my way back from the
So yes, there you go. Go listen to them.
---
I filled up a root beer bottle with water. Now, surprise surprise. The water has a vague taste of root beer. Just thought you should know.
Oh, you should also know:
My physics professor is a bad motherfucker. Dude, this guy is the reincarnation of Isaac Newton, well if Sir Isaac was funny. He is British and has this crazy, long, curly hair. The likeness is shocking. I know you are jealous (that is only if you haven't taken Physics with Mr. Burris. That man, is a very cool teacher.)
---
I was thinking about my once, and possibly future Catholicism. I'm glad I went to Catholic school. I'm glad that the Catholics were the ones that made me want to take a hiatus, not some cult or crazy protestant group. Even though I don't like the idealogy all of the time, it's strangely comforting to know that there is something to fall back on in case this "I don't know what the hell I believe in"-amnesia/apathy sets in any farther.
They are talking about the possibility of Roe vs. Wade being turned over. I remember Ms. Fritsch telling us that it was the worst court decision ever made, not in the rights.. but in HOW the decision was made. Apparently the supporting evidence/reasoning was really skewed. Obviously something was fucked up if the same woman who was named in the case now wants it overturned.
I spent a couple posts a month ago talking about my stance. Just a reminder - I could never have one, but I don't want to make that choice for anyone else. That's not to say that I would just shrug it off if someone I knew had one. I am very much pro-life, if someone I knew was considering it, I would try to talk her out of it. If she made the decision, I would cry for the child and probably go off for some serious soul-searching before resolving communication (if at all) with the person. However, I acknowledge that the rights need to be in place. America can not go back in time to the coat-hanger abortion period.
Today, faced with the upcoming election. I've acknowledged that not all of my opinions fall cleanly behind one party's lines. It's frustrating. I hate my moral compass.
I just killed a freaking hour. Today was Maya's birthday and she & some friends were going to go out and do "something" - like I said. I am now a control freak and spending X-number of hours out with Y-inches of homework was creating a film of cold sweat to develop and terror to collect behind my eyes.
For some reason, I feel better when I procrastinate if I'm not having any fun at all. Again, another round of cheers to self destruction.
With that, I'm alone and hungry because my roommate is attending this other meeting I couldn't go to and I haven't eaten all day except for huge handfuls of granola. I am now wary growing wary of "rabbit food."
Right now, I'm craving grapes and the freaking raisins are making me bitter because they ceased grape-dom without asking my permission first. That made no sense, probably because of the hunger. If it made sense to you, put down the drugs and go get some fresh air.
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Date: 2004-10-06 09:30 pm (UTC)Lori pettit -200 lbs. OMG.
Anyway, yeah my chem teacher is this crazy German guy with long straight gray and silver hair. He wears the same outfit for the whole week and the same shoes (sandals with black socks) everyday.
Crazy.