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sputnik

:: 2005 5 January :: 12.49pm

HUMEROUS AND SAD- BUT TRUE
Dan: Me and Jessi were waiting for you at the locker but you never came.

Becca: I had stuff to do.

Dan: We must never let the thought of you grace our minds again.

Becca: NOOOOO!

Dan: Don't worry. She'll probably forget by tomorrow.

Becca: AN ELEPHANT NEVER FORGETS!!!!!

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stinko

:: 2005 5 January :: 12.18pm

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Dan Reed is the most awesomest hobby in the world!

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holiday

:: 2005 5 January :: 10.29am
:: Music: Straylight Run- Another Word For Desperate

Repetition makes an impression...I WON'T BE AROUND HERE FOR TOO VERY LONG...
This overwhelming feeling is crushing me. All these things are happening at once. I didn't go to school today. It's not good but I need time to finish things. I will probably have to work till 10 or 10:30 tomorrow night. I also have SkillsUSA try-outs tomorrow at 2:30. It's right next to work, so I'm not leaving. No rest. No rest. Keep running. Wow this sucks. This job is hard, too. Well, not so much hard as it is tiring. And skills is making me tired too. I'm just going to burn-out. I know I will soon. It's all just going to collapse. I can't wait to be out of school. But that will be a while. How am I going to do it... Doctor's appointment today. Stupid damned kidneys. Oh I'm screaming inside.

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onceagainistandalone

:: 2005 4 January :: 2.31pm

ok.
i can't hold it in.
i can't live here.

everynight i lay awake for at least an hour thinking of everyone and every place.

i laugh sometimes when i think of certain situations.
3 in the morning, and im laughing uncontrollably into my pillow.

i hate michigan, but i love you. (consider "you" to be you, the one reading this)

i can't be away.
i must stay until august, for this job...
then i think im moving back, but ill get my own place and what have you. i think thats a good idea, because im going fucking insane out here.

so, until we meet again..uh...bye i guess.

love,
matthew james hinton.

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onceagainistandalone

:: 2005 4 January :: 2.21pm

yeah..i worked all last week so i didn't have a chance to come here.

nothing much happened..got some christmas stuff, a digital camera! woo.

and i think...

i think you'll find out when it happens dammit.
hahaha.

love,
matthew james hinton.

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blondie17

:: 2005 4 January :: 1.41pm

so westons back in my mind. that didnt last long. i will be wearing his shirt tomorrow, garrr.... havent talked to or seen him in a long time. i keep dreaming that one day hell turn to me and hell want what i want. see what ive seen all along.....that we could be good together. great together. and id do anything for him. doesnt matter what cause im pretty sure id do it if he would like me just a little more. i like him. i like him a lot. gar !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!i fricken give up! this sucks. i hate the feeling of not being wanted.especially by someone whom i think is a god!!!!!

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crazygirl

:: 2005 4 January :: 12.40pm
:: Mood: tired

i met a new beau.
i like him a lot =)

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sputnik

:: 2005 4 January :: 1.13pm

Well, yes I couldn't take one hour of my time over vacation to keep up with the happening news in this here site. What ya gonna do about it?

I really am disliking this whole school thing and I'm really glad this is my last year. I think I missed everyone butam disillusioned by my regret of having to return here to see you all. I really am enjoying only one class so far and band really stinks like rotten garbage that no one will go near because there must be a dead animal of some sort in there cause it just is really really stinky.

I regret to inform you that there may be aslight change to my entries because I am bored with the old original way of thinking. I just think it really sucks. I will now randomly tpye words of anger or frustration with no intention of them being true.

WORDS OF ANGER OR FRUSTRATION WITH NO INTENTION OF THEM BEING TRUE.

there. I feel better.
Ya I'm crazy!

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stinko

:: 2005 4 January :: 12.15pm

i'de probably build her a cake or something
gaaaaah

it is the wierdest thing when you are completely happy.
why is that?
i guess no one thinks it exists.

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crazygirl

:: 2005 3 January :: 6.02pm
:: Mood: anxious

every time i go to update my journal, i type.. and i type.. and i type.. then i get to the point where i've said all i want to say and i think, oh, this is retarded, and it never gets updated.. only the small, irrelevent comments that nobody cares about get in..

huh.

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holiday

:: 2005 3 January :: 12.32pm
:: Music: Senses Fail-Buried A Lie

Stuck in my head
Crap. Work.

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stinko

:: 2005 3 January :: 9.33am

being at school makes me remember how much i hate it.

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blondie17

:: 2005 3 January :: 8.53am

well i forgot about weston for atleast four days!

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holiday

:: 2005 2 January :: 7.19pm

Love
I love him
I want everything.
I want it all to happen too soon.
Rushing everything.
I just need to be with him.
He doesn't know how much I need him.
Independent, yet to live I need him.

You take in everything with a certainty I envy.

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holiday

:: 2005 2 January :: 7.15pm

When the sun came up,
we were sleeping in
Sunk inside our blankets
Sprawled across the bed.
And we were dreaming
There are moments
when I know it.
And the world revolves around us
And we're keeping it
Keeping it all going
This delicate balance
Vulnerable
All knowing
(SING LIKE YOU THINK NO ONE'S LISTENING)
You would kill for this. Just a little bit.
Just a little bit.
You would.
(SING LIKE YOU THINK NO ONE'S LISTENING)
You would kill for this. Just a little bit.
Just a little bit.
You would.
Sing me something soft. Sad and delicate.
Or loud and out of key. Sing me anything
We're glad for what we've got.
Done with what we've lost
Our whole lives laid out right in front of us.

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holiday

:: 2005 1 January :: 7.39pm

Best New Year's EVER!!!
I am not going to get into details. It was one of the most special nights. I will say this...a lot of people got sick at that hotel. And our next door roomies were keeping me up...And there weren't any refrigerators!!!! And I think Char is home now YAY!

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holiday

:: 2005 1 January :: 7.37pm

If Maverick were to speak a language, I'm pretty sure it would be French...for some reason.
And Charlie...I'm about to feed your fish! Get home!

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holiday

:: 2004 28 December :: 6.46pm

Char, I found an apartment!

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holiday

:: 2004 28 December :: 6.26pm
:: Music: Modest Mouse- Dramamine

I said what I said and you know what I mean...
Oh man. Why am I so sad? Gah. It's like I want to rush everything.
I just want it all to happen now. I have this feeling inside me too. And it's weird. And I just need to talk to you.

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holiday

:: 2004 28 December :: 4.16pm

I guess guys have to feel all tough and act like jerks around their friends and stuff. I've heard that from somewhere before...

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holiday

:: 2004 28 December :: 3.40pm

We have one thing everyone in the world strives for. And it is priceless. And it will always be ours.

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holiday

:: 2004 28 December :: 3.36pm

There is one thing, one VERY important thing you have to learn before you die.
Time is the only thing controlling this life. Why?
That is not the one important thing you have to learn. It could be, but I don't think it is. I just think before we die we have to learn something. Something that could help us after death. In another life. No one really knows what happens when you die.
Have you ever wondered how big the universe is? If it ever ends, or is it infinite? If it has invisible walls, where once you hit them, you bounce back? This book is making me insane.

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crazygirl

:: 2004 28 December :: 1.29pm
:: Mood: discouraged

and i wonder how i never got the burn. if i'm ever gonna learn how lonely people make life.

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spud

:: 2004 23 December :: 11.15am
:: Mood: better
:: Music: BNL - Gordon

I can't believe nobody else on this entire website is interested in guacamole ...

yeah. i'm over you, durr. total yesterday's bullshit.

spanglish was really totally awesome last night. i have a new respect for adam sandler (and i'm grateful he has escaped from the happy madison rut).

in other news, here are my U of M essays:

Christopher Lee Best
At the University of Michigan, we are committed to building a superb educational community with students of diverse talents, experiences, opinions and cultural backgrounds. What would you as an individual bring to our campus community?

I, as an individual, would bring many talents and experiences, along with an eclectic set of interests, to the community at the University of Michigan. I enjoy many sports, whether I am a spectator or an active participant - sports such as soccer, hockey, and football. My biggest contribution would likely be in the form of music. I love listening to music, I enjoy playing music, and I have a serious passion for making music. Whether it is through my voice, drum, piano, guitar, or some instrument I have yet to learn, my thoughts and feelings are often best communicated and understood through music. And when I am able to share sweet sound with others who also appreciate its beauty, I experience a level of ecstasy I have yet to find anywhere else. In addition, I have a way with words, so to speak; meaning, I possess an extremely broad vocabulary and the lucidity to wield it commandingly. I am rather adept when it comes to mathematics as well, and also find myself exuberantly making various calculations. Although I am not always the most expedient, I am conscientious in all that I do, and have the focus, determination, and ability to lead others in creating a meaningfully crafted end product. I am a worthwhile addition to your campus community and learning environment.
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Christopher Lee Best
College of Literature, Science, and the Arts (LSA): What led you to choose the area(s) of academic interest that you have listed in your application to the University of Michigan? If you are undecided, what areas are you most interested in, and why?

On my application, I declared that I was undecided in my primary areas of interest. This indecision is derived from my consideration of two different variables: skill (ability), and curiosity (interest). I have so many skills, and am equivalently curious, in such a plethora of fields, that it is extremely difficult for me to decide on one, or even narrow it down to two. In no particular order, my interests include English, Film & Video Studies, Mathematics, and Music. If I were to choose English and Mathematics, I would most likely desire to pursue a degree in education, primarily based on past experiences that have proven those subjects to be the easiest for me to communicate to other people. However, if Film & Video Studies and Music were my preferences, then I would be likely to choose a more industrial profession. Regardless of my projected career, the reason I am most torn in this decision is because my overall talents and interests in each of these four areas are all very high. Therefore, I choose the option of allowing myself a little more time to state my final preference. I am not fully prepared to declare a particular affiliation due to the amount of weight with which this decision has been encumbered.
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Christopher Lee Best

[C] Some writers suggest that by tradition science is concerned with truth while art is concerned with beauty. How might these two endeavors be the same? How might they be irreconcilably different?

To make an initial clarification, writers are not infallible, as they are subject to bias and prejudice, just like the rest of us. Conversely, writers are not exempt from making accurate assessments and solid judgments from sound perspectives. So, perhaps the most honest reply is that they are an amalgamation of both cases - never to be fully trusted, nor to be callously disregarded. But those souls whose occupation is the manipulation of language are not terribly pertinent to the query with which we have been posed.
The current concern is the relationship between science and truth, in juxtaposition with that of art and beauty. Allowing, as ever, for extraneous incongruities, one could claim that science and art are unique and different interests, solely concerned with the equally distinct truth and beauty, respectively. Scientists have spent entire lifetimes seeking the true basis of life, the most sublime particle of matter, only to discover that as they learn more, the truth they find is that there is no such creature. From mol to molecule to atom to nucleus to proton & electron to quark & meson, the inevitable progression continues onward to infinitesimal minuteness. Artists have spent entire lifetimes trying to emulate and accentuate the most beautiful forms that can be found in nature. The human figure, the plants and animals, the ocean, the land – all that we can see – possesses beauty, a harmonious sort of aesthetic pleasure that we can somehow transfer into a medium through which that pleasure may be synthetically derived. My personal preference, regarding beauty, is toward nature’s symmetry, equality of direction and weight - the ultimate compromise. If it is true that “beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” then there is symmetry to the truth behind our physical makeup. The fact that all naturally occurring molecular structures achieve magnetic neutrality through the balance of equally opposite charged particles, which themselves are composed of even further equally opposing particles, leads me to believe that the chemistry of matter gives us a truth of duality that is extremely beautiful with its simplistic symmetry. This incongruous exception shows that the truth really can be beautiful, and beauty can really be true.
In keeping with that inherent dichotomy, there are also times when the contrast between truth and beauty is stark, and reconciliation between them cannot be achieved. Let us this time use a fictional example, where the crazed scientist Dr. Frankenstein so feared his own mortality, that he sought a scientific means of escaping death. In reality, those scientists who have striven to simply extend our life expectancy still have found that human mortality is inescapable, an unchangeable truth of our existence. Death is something that we all must face, and it is a truth that none but the most peculiar human minds can define as beautiful. Going in the opposite direction, some of the most beautiful art is found in its abstract form. Whether derived from aural or visual stimulation, abstract art is beautiful (deemed so once again by our mysterious ‘beholder’). But, however beautiful, the basis of abstract art is that it is portraying something that would not naturally occur, and is often not even plausible in the physical realm, thus necessitating the title ‘abstract’. Consequently, this beautiful abstract artwork is, in terms of reality, irreconcilably untrue.
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that was fun.

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spud

:: 2004 23 December :: 11.08am
:: Mood: enraged

dear durr,
my request was simple. and since you didn't acquiesce to my request, you are a little bitch. no, you're a HUGE ASS, MOTHERFUCKING SCUMBAG BITCH WHO GAVE ORAL TO A MOOSE IN THE BACK OF AN ESCANABA TAXICAB!








... bitch.

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