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2007 22 February :: 12.40pm
Amsterdam was awesome. I want to live there or at tleast go back.
London is alright. It has a different vibe than the rest of Europe. I don't know.
Getting re-used to the keyboard is a pain.
Nick I am online and you aren't. Oh but I just realised that it is almost 8 there. ha ha that is why.
Stupid time difference.
Anyway, having fun, going to a musical tonight.
I love you.
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2007 20 February :: 5.47pm
You Are 92% Control Freak
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You are a total control freak, yet you often feel out of control.
If your life isn't "perfect" - it really gets you down.... more than it should!
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You're An Alcoholic
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Time to go back to step one.
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Your Political Profile:
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Overall: 30% Conservative, 70% Liberal
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Social Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal
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Personal Responsibility: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal
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Fiscal Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal
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Ethics: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal
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Defense and Crime: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal
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2007 19 February :: 11.42pm
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2007 18 February :: 11.45pm
:: Mood: creative
I could use an honest opinion and some feedback. I'm submitting this for a scholarship in a few days and have driven myself crazy with tweaking every little detail.
Thanks,
Michelle
A Night Out
She began preparations in the sunny afternoon, considering her pores in natural light. Covering, clogging them with her make-up as the light dimmed, and the fluorescent lights casted unnatural shadows around the room. She hummed a joyful tune while applying white shadow under the arch of her brows to highlight them. Concealer was dabbed under her lashes to hide the bags created from a previously long night. The hair was teased, relaxed, curled, and twisted into submission by long fingers stained yellow. A glance in the mirror assured time well spent.
She strode out the door by the light of the moon, subtly wavering in each step. She rode to the party in the darkness of a promising night, her face shining with possibility. She rolled down the window and breathed in the cold, harsh air. She lit her cigarette and gratefully inhaled equal parts smoke and icy air. Nicotine surged to her brain as the street lights raced by, caressing her face in a steady rhythm.
Arriving, entering, and swaying under the light of a miniature disco ball, the night climaxed around her. The hair had given up hope and the concealer went on strike. She stumbled around the room and became a victim of vulgar insults she no longer could comprehend. She laughed if off with a wide-mouthed grin and another cigarette. She fell out the way she had entered and took up transitory residence in the leafless skeleton of a bush. Later, he saw her by the flicker of his flame and the glow of his non-filtered cigarette.
The body was cold to the touch, but a slight groan assured an inhabitant. She entered once again, not on her own accord, to a stiller house. He carried her down the flight of stairs to his bedroom, basking in the warm glow of candle light. He left her there, in darkness, and slept in the other room.
She was revealed by the new sun, filtered through a topaz curtain, that cast a long shadow with deep valleys of lifeless-blue heliotrope.
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2007 15 February :: 8.47pm
:: Mood: aggravated
Down we go away...
Meeting in fourty five minutes.
I attempted Suduko and a Crossword in USA Today last night. I failed.
I'm itchy all over from taking too hot showers. I thought I lost my pin, but it was on my white blouse.
I'm going to miss Grey's Anatomy yet again for the meeting. I have to walk all the way to the school of music. In the cold. In heels.
My gloves have frogs on them and I have an amazing techicolor scarf (courtesy of Grandma).
I will be home by five o'clock tomorrow night. I expect to see you then.
Michelle
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2007 15 February :: 11.02am
My parents are adorable.
I talked to my mom and dad yesterday. I mentioned to them both that I am usually on msn messenger after dinner so my mom got a hotmail account and had my sister teach her how to use it.
AND THEN my mom offered to buy Nick Vonage so he could call me.
AND THEN my dad said that after he goes to China and everything, he'll stop by and see me. Like Europe is down the street from Taiwan.
I love them.
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2007 14 February :: 9.05pm
I am pretty sure France is trying to kill me.
So far,
I have almost gotten hit by billions of cars (that is sort of my fault as I pull the European and just walk out in the middle of traffic).
I fell down on the bus and now have massive zombie rot on my leg/thigh (so massive that I cannot lay on that side of my body).
I just almost fell out of the 24 yr old's bedroom window (He left his shutters open when he left and it is really windy so I went to shut them. I grabbed one and I sort of left it there and went to stuggle with the other shutter which the wind had an excellent hold of. In my stuggle, I leaned out to get better leverage on the left shutter and the right one swung around and hit me in the arm. Another bruise.)
Maybe the right side of my body is just not meshing well with France.
Anyway, I love you.
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2007 14 February :: 2.41pm
:: Mood: busy
I just finished my American Government test. At least a B+ if I count out all the the questions I think I got wrong. A multiple choice and essay test was a nice change from all the paper writing I've been doing lately. It just burns me out sometimes.
Anyway, all I have left for the day is University Band, which isn't really a class at all.
It's Valentine's Day, afterall.
We decorated our door last night for a contest in our hall. It was fun, but I didn't go to bed until two.
I called the middle school and set up an observation day on Monday March 5. I still have to do one at the high school too, but, Pilar wasn't in his office when I called.
I have to do ten hours of observation this semester, and then thirty more for canidacy into the Teacher Education Program. Of course, I'll probably end up having to do thirty more, because I have to have at least thirty hours in a school that is more than twenty percent non-white, is urban, and at least twenty percent of the kids get free or reduced lunches. I figured one of the Grand Rapids Public Schools would work just fine for that.
Anyway, uband in an hour, valentines, teacher ed. It's all just a bunch of hooha.
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2007 14 February :: 8.55am
Well our first class was cancelled which means I got up at 6 to take the bus at 7 for NO REASON. We don't have class until 10.
The weather here is awesome. It rained the other day but then cleared up and was beautiful.
I love you all.
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2007 12 February :: 12.17am
:: Mood: cold
Sometimes I just want to scream out in warning.
Sometimes you have to learn it for yourself. It's painful. It's heart-wrenching. But it must be done.
I should be going to bed, but my eyes are wide-open. My searching is inconclusive, and I'm sure someday I'll die because life has become stale.
Like stale popcorn that tastes of textured air. Air that rushes in and turns my lungs beet red. Textures like the mucous in a lung with emphazema. Stale. Old. Hindered.
Who could have calculated her thirst that night? Not a one, not even herself. She began preparation in the sunny afternoon, considering her pores in natural light. Covering, clogging them with her make up as the light dimmed, and the fluorescent lights casted unnatural shadows around the room.
She strode out the door by the light of the moon, subtly wavering in each step. She rode to the party in the darkness of a promising night, her face shining with possibility.
Arriving, entering, and swaying under the light of a miniature disco ball, the night climaxed around her. Later, he saw her by the flicker of his flame and the glow of his non-filtered cigarette.
He carried her down the flight of stairs to his bedroom, basking in the warm glow of candle light. He left her there, in darkness, and slept in the other room.
She was revealed by the new sun, filtered through a topaz curtain, that cast a long shadow with deep valleys of heliotrope.
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2007 11 February :: 11.03pm
I am slowly getting pictures up. I remembered that I have a flikr account.
I am getting tired of naming them. Here they are. I am going to bed soon so I am stopping for the night.
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2007 11 February :: 9.49pm
:: Music: Take Your Medicine by Cloud Cult
You can take it in stride or you can take in right between your eyes
Cloud Cult released a new album! First priority (after chili dogs, cheesecakes and mad makeouts with Nick) once I get back. I hope not all that stuff happens on the same day because I am getting bloaty just thinking about it. Gross.
Anyway, you can stream some songs off their website so that is what I am doing to distract myself from my 8 o'clock class tomorrow (which requires me to get up at 6 and catch the bus at 7:03).
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2007 11 February :: 9.24pm
I went to two bars on Friday and a mod concert yesterday. Yes, I am still not drinking. Europe and the legal ability to drink won't change that.
I have been here just over two weeks and people are right, three weeks is the charm.
I am to get my first France period this week. I know you didn't need to know that but it is just one of the many things upsetting me. I would be so happy without this women thing. I think I am going to be constantly pregnant once I am married. Good plan.
I had couscous for the first time today. It was delicious but it is messing with my organs. That might be the impending woman doom though. The food here is beyond good. I will never be able to eat pudding cups or American desserts again.
I am going to eat a chili dog the second I get off that plane. Oh and a cinnabon. I am not going to be able to live this long without a chili dog. mmm Chicago style chili dog... Oh I also miss cheesecake and cake.
France is the best place ever but it can never be perfect without you. Everything is so beautiful but I can't enjoy it knowing you aren't and can't see what I see.
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