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:: 2006 17 December :: 7.05pm
:: Mood: complacent

It's amazing that I don't update as much here as I do when I am at school. I blame that on two things : Having a life and friends here, and having a dial up connection that takes me five minutes to get to the woohu main page.

Christmas tree is up. Charlie Brown Christmas is on the telly. I've been bombarded by nonmusical Christmas songs for the past month. I baked cookies Friday. I went Christmas shopping yesterday. I wore my grandma snowman sweater the other day. And it still doesn't feel like Christmas. I guess it's just not one of those things you can't force.

I'm free until Wednesday. Get ahold of me and we'll romp.

Michelle

:: 2006 15 December :: 4.52pm

You know why I love my school?

I got an email from my Spanish professor asking us if anyone was going to Traverse City and could deliver a package for her. She gave us her cell phone number just in case we were.

sike-a-delic_grasshopper

:: 2006 14 December :: 1.57pm

So I'm finally done with exams. I still have a paper to write though, and pack, and find something I lost that is of great importance. After that I get to go home. I better get crackin'

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:: 2006 14 December :: 12.41pm

One more exam to go. Get car. Check out with RA. Drive home.

Jenny - Are you going to be at the middle school concert tonight? I am...you should come. If not, we need to get together this weekend!

Rueben - I probably won't answer my phone until I start driving home around three thirty.

Matt - I tried to call you last night, but it was busy.

Jessie - Feathers.

:: 2006 13 December :: 11.54pm

Tyler Epps
I miss my cousin. I don't even remember the last time I saw him. It had to have been at his mother's funeral in 1999. We're really close in age so we were inseparable for the longest time. Mom says no one knows where he is anymore.

I used google to search his name and found a picture of him. It's from March. I'm going to cry. I never realized how much I missed him. He's all grown up with facial hair and everything... Apparently he was still really good at basketball. Hey, Tyler. Ty Ty. I miss you.

Just in case you google yourself: this is Rachel, your cousin. You should contact us or Mike or someone. What are you up to? How is everything?

I need to learn how to google bomb.

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:: 2006 13 December :: 10.36pm

First Steve Irwin and now Peter Boyle.

It's a sad year in Celebritytown.

:: 2006 12 December :: 6.40pm
:: Mood: accomplished

I cleaned my room today. I took out two bags of trash from my side of the room alone. It was pretty crazy. Well, now I'm all packed up and ready to come home for some holiday fun! Call me, email me, send me poetry, I don't care, but get a hold of me if you want to hang out! I'll be back on Thursday, and then I leave again on January 7th (except this time, Rueben's coming with me!). It's all quite exciting.

I figured out that, if my English exam went well, I'll end up with all A's for the semester. Pretty good, I figured.

Ah, well, I miss you all, and hope to see you soon!

Michelle

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:: 2006 12 December :: 12.28pm

Hannah Cotten got in an accident last night...

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:: 2006 11 December :: 10.34pm

I was way too excited then quickly depressed today.

I saw Emily (!) whom I missed dearly which made me excited.

I also saw, for probably the last time ever, Micah, Tim from my creative writing class, CG and everyone in my creative writing class. Then in French I will have to deal with seeing Marah for the last time. Ever.

Stupid semester abroad. You screw up all my goodbyes.

I am thinking of totally not doing this paper for marketing but I sort of have to. It's all of my grade. But he wrote 0 notes on the one I have to rewrite (except for "good" and "okay maybe") so I have nothing to improve.

Exam week has me stressed and excited and sad. I miss people already.

:: 2006 11 December :: 7.18pm
:: Mood: cranky

Exam. Today. At eight a.m. I'm so tired.

It really wasn't an exam. It was extra credit for showing up and completing a survey about the class. We also got to listen to Woody Guthrie sing "This Land is Your Land."

Oh, and my professor read us "The Night Before Christmas."

I'm so glad the government is paying for part of my college.

My English exam was harsh. We'll see how I did. It unfortunately reminded me of AP lit with Mrs. Dolbee. I couldn't stop thinking "ample support."

Now I'm tired and I'm pretty sure I forgot to lock the dorm door. Oh well. I don't really have anything anyone can steal now, anyway.

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:: 2006 10 December :: 5.47pm
:: Mood: contemplative

I'm procrastinating again. I've read over all of my English material, and now I need to go back and intensively anaylize and take notes with possible essay questions in mind.

I don't really want to. But I don't have anything else better to do.

Blah.

I'm sorry I take up your friends page, but I'm pretty sure that if I don't update on woohu every day, I'll go into withdrawl. Sometimes I don't have anything important to say, but I still update. I've updated more now, than ever, and I attribute that to 1. I have access to high speed internet day and night here and 2. I don't have much else better to do.

Loser.

The former Chilian dictator Pinochet died today. Ninety-one. After he overthrew the democracy of Chile, he did great things for his country. He kept them out of communism and the like, however, he had a blatant disregard for humanity. He maimed, tortured and killed thousands in the name of national security.

Why didn't the U.S. go after him? I'm not saying that it was wrong to prosecute (and mind you, NOT persecute) Sadam, but for all of you head strong, Pro-Bush Republicans, doesn't it make you think why the U.S. chose him to prosecute, and ONLY him?

Just wondering if anyone out there was still thinking.

Michelle

:: 2006 9 December :: 6.16pm

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SO BORED.

SOS.

SO BORED.

I think I might has witness the phenomenon know as 'the sun' today. However, it was only for a brief period of time.

Six more days, bitches. Six more days. Six more boring, heart renchingly stupid exam days before I come home.

SO BORED.

:: 2006 9 December :: 3.30pm
:: Music: Shankill Butchers - TD

A wicked wind will blow your ribbons from your curls
96 Works.
Including:
Three novels, One play, Many 'short' stories, Many poems, a Joyce.

My British Literature class is over and I was making a list of the works and the page numbers for the class so I could refer to them during the final on Monday. I'm a little intimidated, it's worth 25% of my grade.

Ah, well, I'm going to reread them all today and tomorrow, because, well, I haven't got much else to do. It's really quite boring up here on the weekends if you're not out getting trashed, or high, or raped, or going to church, or hit by cars, or getting put in jail, or vandalising homes, or, well, you get the point. The highlight of my evening last night was watching the guys across the hall get busted by the RA's, and then watching them down the rest of their alcohol in case the RA's came back.

No, Thank you, John

" I never said I loved you, John:
Why will you teaze me day by day,
And wax a weariness to think upon
With always "do" and "pray"?

You know I never loved you, John;
No fault of mine made me your toast:
Why will you haunt me with a face as wan
As shows an hour-old ghost?

I dare say Meg or Moll would take
Pity upon you, if you'd ask:
And pray don't remain single for my sake
Who can't perform that task.

I have no heart? - Perhaps I have not;
But then you're mad to take offence
That I don't give you what I have not got;
Use you own common sense.

Let bygones be bygones:
Don't call me false, who owed not to be true:
I'd rather answer "No" to fifty Johns
Than answer "Yes" to you.

Let's mar our pleasant days no more
Song-birds of passage, days of youth:
Catch at today, forget the days before
I'll wink at your untruth.

Let us strike hands as hearty friends;
No more, no less; and friendship's good:
Only don't keep in view ulterior ends,
And points not understood

In open treaty. Rise above
Quibbles and shuffling off and on:
Here's friendship for you if you like; but love, -
No, thank you, John."

-Christina Rossetti, 1862