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.
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.
Today Mike and I took his eight year old daughter the mall.
Never again.
Those are the only words I can find to describe the experience.
But it made me feel like we were a family.
Put weird feelings in my heart.
But I love him to death.
Christmas is coming, and I have all my shopping to do yet!
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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.
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."
We wear our scarves just like a noose
So tomorrow we are going to Chicago so I can get my French visa.
Emily was going to come with us but she has to work on Saturday so she can't. Which makes me more depressed than you can ever know.
In other news, I received a letter telling me who my host family was. I emailed the last two students who had that family and they both said that was the best family in France. I am excited.
anyone have any plans for 4am on friday morning?
i need somone to come get me from dorr and then find a ride back to dorr on sunday at 2pm, i can throw $10-20 at you for gas depending on where your coming from.
Things I hate:
My keyboard randomly changing to Dvorak. WTF, keyboard? I'm trying to write a paper at the last minute and you were fine TWO WORDS AGO. Seriously. Plus you are only using Dvorak in Word? And only on this sentence? WTF? Did I press the wrong keys or something? I closed Word and you better work when I open it back up or I'm taking you out.
Why I love Emily:
I have to or else I will have no friends in France :p
She's going to France
She introduced me to The Decemberists and my newest love Regina Spektor
She has a doppelganger
Regina Spektor
She is just the best person in the world
...uh...minus you guys?
She rocks, Emily does.
Jess (or anyone else), what was that play that we watched at Rob's house with you, me, him and Zack? Remember, the guy in the flesh colored speedo dancing around? We read it in AP lit, too. I think we should watch it again.
What play is that? I was just reminded of that for some reason.
It's cold as hell outside. Just got back from tromping in the snow and building hopping to avoid it. Last biology lab! It was pretty exciting. We had a group quiz, and no one but me knew how to do it.
Next week is exam week, and then I return on the fifteenth!
My mother sent me flowers today in honor of my birthday. It was pretty neat.
Happy Birthday to me in less than two hours. Nineteen. Nothing too special, just another year fulfilled. I think I'm getting to that age where birthdays become less and less special, and that's sad.
Sorry, kids, no rantings or substantial writing tonight. I haven't got the brain power for it now. It's hard enough typing as it is.
i dont remember much of last night. i got my ass kicked a few times though heh heh heh
man, what a night.
I played twister, and mindy's face was right next to my ass and i yelled that i was farting and she was freaking out about me farting and yelling for me to stop and the funny thing is, i never farted.
Okay, nice little speech class, teacher doesn't teach us anything, gives us a study guide, I study the study guide, I take the exam.
I did better than the class average of 31/100.
I got a 41/100.
Now, the best grade I can get in that class is an 86%. Great.
And I hate that girl in U-Band, too.
Fucking bitch. The director moved her because I asked her to.
And she says, "Why did Sarah move me? Is it because you don't want to sit by me?"
My reply was, " I'm not going to lie, I don't like sitting by you."
"Well," as she glared at me like I was the most horrible person on earth, "I didn't want to sit by you either. You know, most of the things I said to you WERE true."
Yeah, I guess getting your head out of you're ass is pretty hard when it's as big as yours, bitch.
Whatever.
Now I remember why it was a good thing I didn't go into music. It's so I don't have to deal with bitches like that for the next five years.
[Edit] Test may not be as bad as initially thought. After talking to Jessie, I realized that, since the test was out of 50 multiple choice questions, I couldn't have gotten an odd score, it would have to be even. Therefore, I may actually have an 82. Have to discuss this with the teacher, but I believe I am right. Everything else I'm pissed about, though.
On the verge of the big final speech. I guess I wasn't thinking when I choose my topic (pro-choice) because I realized this morning that most of the people in my class are quite conservative. And, i'm pretty sure I picked it because I found out that another girl is doing pro-life, and I couldn't really sit by and let her do that without putting my two cents worth in, and so here I am, all dressed up and ready to talk about abortion.
I know what some of you are thinking: Baby hater! Murderer! Fetus Killer!
Except, that's the exact reason WHY I'm doing this speech (that, and my teacher allows it). Being Pro-Choice, is NOT being Anti-Life or Pro-Abortion, it just means that I recognize the societal need for abortion in some instances. It doesn't mean that I think every woman should have an abortion.
Well, I think I got that out of my system. I guess I just needed to rant and defend myself a little before I went out there and whatnot.
And the ironic part, is that I'm not even graded on the topic, or the content, but on my delivery and organization.
In other news, the dorm was very loud last night, as I believe there were lesbian fights and perhaps a little wrestling going on. At least, that's what it sounded like at three o'clock this morning.
