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the end is the beginning is the end

:: 2005 26 September :: 8.42pm

I got the part I got the part! I'm gonna be the lead in "Still Life", a dramatic play about... oh what the hell, I got the lead I'm in! I'm in the Troupe! No amount of exclamation points could portray my excitement right now! *hippity hops*

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nerdalert

:: 2005 25 September :: 6.46pm

shitty
so i was driving home thursday bc my classes were cancelled on friday and i had a dr apt friday too. so im just past ypsi and all the sudden my engin is reving and my spedometer is slowing going down, so of course in my head i am thinking, "awesome". so i coast off 94 at the next exit.....metro airport, which makes me think "awesome" again. so i roll into a parkinglot which just happened to be a post office and call my mom. she comes and picks me up and we go home. the next morning her boss has one of his buddies go pick up my car with his tow truck and brings it back to the scs area. the guy in the shop calls my mom up and tells her that my car is basically dead, it woudlbe pointless to put any work into it because in the next month or so there are a few other things that are gonna crap out anyway. when im told this, once more "awesome" goes through the head...

so now i have to get a car, but i have no money and neither does my mom or grandma, so i have to get an auto loan, which means i will have to make car payments every month which means i will literally have like $20 to spend on having a life ie: anything that i want to do i cannot do. so im sorry to say that if you want to hang out with me, you will either have to come get me, or hang out in boring ass albion and do things that cost no money because i will have none.

on another note the lock-in was alright, it wasnt quite what i was expecting it to be, but that might also be because i was a little on the down side from the past events of the weekend and wasnt as energetic as i probably should have been.

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moana

:: 2005 25 September :: 11.01pm
:: Music: Radiohead - Everything In Its Right Place

Profound insight...

Lately it feels like there are too many pictures and colours in my life, and not enough words. *writes*

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moana

:: 2005 24 September :: 4.27pm

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moana

:: 2005 24 September :: 3.15pm
:: Music: U2 - Beautiful Day

Last Wednesday, Khayra and I went to internet city for lunch. While walking along the man-made brooks and streams, I spotted an eyesore: a phone recharge card, blindingly white, tossed in the water. Being the good samaritan I am, I stepped into the stream thingy and took it out. Then I proceeded to hug a tree. Less than 5 meters away, I spotted yet another eyesore: a discarded white plastic cup. I had to wade in the water to get that one out. And I made sure to hug another tree.

Khayra thinks that is the oddest thing I've ever done.

Poor clueless thing.

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WhitePony

:: 2005 20 September :: 1.16am

Holy Shit! 30 Seconds To Mars have a cover of Bjork's "Hunter" on their new cd. I don't have it yet but I was listening to clips on cdnow.com and I heard a snippet and holy shit, thats so rad. I'm gonna have a boner for weeks.

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moana

:: 2005 20 September :: 12.38am
:: Mood: dread
:: Music: Team Sleep - album on repeat

The only thing I could honestly say I hate about my classes is the fact that I'm doing a whole portfolio of self-portraits for Freehand. That's a series of seven portraits, all of me. I could think of a better subject or a more willing model.

Not that I can't look at myself.

But staring in the mirror, then putting down on paper every line, every smudge, every detail I pretend not to see?

I'd rather not.

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moana

:: 2005 19 September :: 9.30pm

Revamped the woohu layout. Check and see if you like it, Danielle, and it's all yours! (minus the marquee at the top of course).

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moana

:: 2005 18 September :: 8.57am
:: Music: Interpol - Public Pervert

This is officially my favourite song off this album.

I'm aproaching a small time company that sponsors unpublished writers.

I wonder what'll become of that.

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moana

:: 2005 17 September :: 1.12pm
:: Music: something arabic my roomie is playing

my turn!

I'm obsessing over mangas lately. In the past three days I've read both volumes of "Onegai Teacher", one volume of "Death, at Death's Door", one volume of "Genshiken" and two volumes of "GTO, Great Teacher Onizuka". I have also had a Bleach marathon, where I spent the majority of the day in my PJ's and watched eight episodes of Bleach, back to back. Not that Nareen (my roommate), Yasmeen, Tasim and Rodell didn't try to lure me out with invites to malls and Hard Rock.

But I just got my priorities straight.

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moana

:: 2005 16 September :: 1.13am
:: Mood: natural high
:: Music: Goldfinger - Spank Bank

A pointless post - Orientation Part 2
I jumped in the pool with Hisham, Sean, McGrady and Tasim. By the time I talked Talha into burning "Switch" (by Will Smith) on a CD for me so that the DJ could play it, most of the people were already gone. Better late than never, I suppose.

The End.

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moana

:: 2005 15 September :: 3.03am
:: Mood: pleasing laurence
:: Music: Cartoon Network

One of my greatest fears is finding that I am ordinary. I am utterly dull to look at. My clothes make no bold fashion statements. My hair is nothing spectacular. My face, like the rest of me, is above average but hardly the best.

I am above average at a lot of things, too. I'm above average at math, at science, at English, at art, at mechanics, at cooking... but I am not the best at anything.

I know my personality is trying to compensate the short-comings of my physique, which may explain why I'm such an extrovert. If I don't open my mouth, if I just shut up and stand there, I am utterly unremarkable.

And that is why some people will forget my face before they forget that thing I said to that guy when they were also there.

My skin is not my distinguishing feature.

So I don't even bother to try being the best.

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nerdalert

:: 2005 13 September :: 2.02pm

well my day has been excellent so far....worthy of posting even..

i had to wake up early to go to albion high school to help out in the special education class. i wake up and look at my computer and i have a message from derek saying "hey, what are you up to later tonight?" so already the day was looking good.

then im driving back from the high school and what comes on the radio? 500 miles! bonus number 2 and its only 10am!

Then my class is easy and flies by, and then after my pek exec. meeting we're going to set up a bank account for pek and we see a sign that says hungry howies pizza....3.99! so i was all over that, its fricken hungry howies.

Then the best part yet...i check my mail and i have a package....its from hilary's mom. so i open it up and whats in there....a book called "walter the farting dog"....along with the suffed animal walter who makes farting noises! one word can discribe that alone....amazing

then on top of all of that...i only had 1 class today because my team sports class was cancelled!

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moana

:: 2005 9 September :: 3.57am
:: Music: Radiohead - There There

So what's the deal with headboards?
I mean, in all honesty. What is the purpose of your bed having a headboard? Does it hold the bed up, does it serve as a bruiser for sex, what does it do, what's the purpose of its existence?

I proposed the possibility of the headboard's existence could be attributed to differentiating between the head of the bed and the foot of the bed.

Although in all honesty, it is the onl difference between the head of the bed and the foot of the bed.

So why is it there?

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