SeraphimRhapsody
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2005 13 July :: 3.26pm
flower in the vase and almost missed mom's birthday and my phone still has no screen
=osagelady has added Street Fiddler to their favourites. Jul 9, 2005, 12:17 PM
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My first favorite! YAY!
I need to add more to DA....hmm...
been cleaning and gathering stuff
and seeing doctors and appointments and things
not cool stuff
I, Robot is a rocking movie
and Coldstones is evil for taking away cake batter icecream
thereby taking away Birthday Cake Remix
thereby stealing my comfort food away
:(
it was better than popcorn for a while
I really need to give all these gifts out...
they accumulate with all the holidays and birthdays that I forget to give them out on.....oops
Dad and Katie come home...Sunday? sometime
Mom's been driving me insane
very not happy I didn't get my time alone
suddenly extremely looking forward to college
meep
With love...
~*~
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beagle147
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2005 9 July :: 4.03pm
Got into Hume. A bit of a relief. I didn't want to have to take the bus to class. (Lakeside is far away from classes) Still don't know my roommate, they're emailing it Friday. Doesn't help me much, because I will be at UF friday for preview. That is IF I can get my immunization records. @_@
In other news, I am pretty effin sick. I lost my voice yesterday, but I figured it was from yelling at kids all week. Today my fever broke a hundred...and climbing. I'm trying to get better so that I can go to work on monday, though part of me knows I'm going whether I'm well or not. I'm already missing Thursday and Friday, and part of Tuesday for this stupid doctor appointment to get my medical records. Argh. I'm going to make like $75 this week. >:-( Meanwhile, I still have to go to the bank and cash like 10 checks. I have two paychecks, two checks for catsitting, and all my graduation presents. I apparently have an account at wachovia that I didn't know about, so I guess I'm going to deposit the money there. Monday, hopefully.
I really should go lie down, so this is all for now. Later, kiddies.
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Beagle147
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2005 6 July :: 6.03pm
:: Mood: elated
:: Music: "I Hate ToK" -artist unknown
D-Day.
I went to the library in the middle of work to go get my IB scores. And here they are, for your viewing pleasure.
Subject Grade
2005 MAY ENGLISH A1 HL 5
2005 MAY FRENCH B SL 5
2005 MAY HIST.AMERICAS HL in ENGLISH 6
2005 MAY PSYCHOLOGY EE in ENGLISH D
2005 MAY CHEMISTRY HL in ENGLISH 5
2005 MAY MATH.METHODS SL in ENGLISH 6
2005 MAY MUSIC GR.PERF SL in ENGLISH 7
2005 MAY THEORY KNOWL. TK in ENGLISH C
Additional/Extra subjects
None
EE/TOK points: 0
Total points: 34
Results: Diploma awarded
So there it is. Four years in one webpage. Rawk. I'm pissed/upset/confused about ToK and EE, but frankly, my dear......
(boo on you if you don't know the Gone With the Wind reference)
But let's hear it for IB Music! Time for my happy dance! Hehe, I rock my own socks today.
That's all for now. Real update coming soon.
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2005 3 July :: 3.14pm
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Go here. And give 5 minutes. Watch the trailer, it's really good.
And then I question myself. And question the world.
Damn. I'm so lost.
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2005 1 July :: 5.47pm
:: Mood: tired
I had to pretty much force myself to actually sit down and write this. And I'm not too sure why.
Pittsburgh was awesome, but it went really fast. We spent a majority of the visit prepping for the party, but that was fun. We went to walmart more times than I care to recall. Giant Eagle, Festival Foods, Target. Oh my. We lived there. But still, it wasn't annoying shopping, it was fun shopping. Although I did get pretty pissed off in walmart one day. I think it was thursday or friday. Gary drove me and Karen and my mom over to walmart to print out some pictures on the Kodak machine from our digital camera and also to make a copy of one picture. I had the idea of doing a sort of now and then thing because we had this picture of me and Gary when I was about one, making him about 6 months old in my crib. I thought it would be so cool to get a picture of us now and frame them both together. However, the Kodak machine wouldn't acknowledge our digital card. So we had to buy DVDs for the camcorder, since the machine won't accept a DVD with video on it, and the one we had brought with us had video from graduation. Then we went home and baked some for the party, then went back to walmart without my mom to try again with the DVD. After waiting in line at the Kodak machine, we found out that the Kodak machine doesn't take DVDs, only CDs. We had to go to the Fujifilm machine. Not a big deal, just a few steps away, but now we had to wait in line again. Finally got the DVD to work in the fujifilm machine, but instead of printing out pictures, it printed out receipts and told us to pick up our photos in an hour. Argh! So I said screw the fujifilm machine and made a copy of the baby picture in the kodak machine. Then, by chance, as I was checking out and paying for the kodak picture, I asked the photo guy if I should come back in an hour for my fujifilm pics. He told me they might be ready now, and checked for them. Thank God, they were there. Then I had to pay for them and we raced out of walmart because Gary had a game that he had to leave for at 4:20 and it was already 4:05. Crazy. I was a little pissed at walmart at that point, but it all worked out and the pictures looked awesome.
The shrines were so much fun. We had three posterboards each for pictures from birth to present, then we set up a table in front of the fireplace for awards, momentos, etc. I have pictures, it was really cool. The cake was awesome too. It was a little crazy. Poor Norm at Giant Eagle. We had on opposite corners two-tone roses. Two corners had green and white roses, and two corners had blue and gold roses. Then in the middle we had "Congratulations Lauren and Gary class of 2005." The left side said Go Gators and the right side said Go Titan Baseball. We thought it was going to be very "chacha" but it turned out beautifully. I have pictures of that too. ^_^
Lessee...trying to remember what else. This is why I wanted to write this before I forget anything else.
The party was really fun. It was a little awkward at times, because there was a bit of time when only Gary's people were there. They don't know me, and the concept of a joint graduation party was a little beyond them. Poor Gary, he had to explain it like 50 times. Soon enough though family showed up, and they were really happy to see me and my mom. It had been 4 years since we had seen most of them, and a lot of family members have fallen ill or died in between. Everyone's getting older, and it was important to see people for a good occaision, not for a funeral. I was sorry that Allison couldn't come, she was at Virginia Beach. Paul came though. He's really cool. Into dogs almost as much as I am. XD He has a blue merle great dane named Octavius. His roommate has a great dane mastiff mix...I think it's name is Brutus. Joan and Bill were also there, and Joan is trying to plan a "cousins" trip to Disney Land! (Joan is my mom's cousin.) Linda lives out in Arizona now, and it's only a few hours drive to Disney Land from there. Naomi was there, she got a ride with Joan. Glen has been in the hospital for a while now, and Naomi is not well after Ruthie died with Glen sick. She seemed to be ok though, and in surprisingly good spirits. Aunt Bea was there too, with Carol and Paul. Aunt Bernice wasn't there though because....I have no idea. But apparently Debbie is crazy and it's really getting to Aunt Bernice. Whatever, I always knew Debbie was psycho. But it's really....disturbing? weird? something...Aunt Bea looks almost IDENTICAL to Memaw. I mean, I know they're sisters, but still. Lots of people had commented on it, because it's kind of weird when someone's been dead for seven years to think you see them. Apparently Carol looks a ton like Aunt Alice, and that was a big deal too. I think that's all the family people that were there. Joan, Bill, Carol, Paul, Paul, Naomi, and Aunt Bea. Yeah, ok.
People were really generous too. I got a card from Ruth Sumpter, who I don't know who that is. But apparently she was invited and didn't come, so she just sent us both cards. Allison gave me a gift separate from her parents too, and she wasn't there either. Gary and I each had baskets set up for cards/gifts. I ended up getting a little over $200. Aunt Pam and Karen also picked me out a graduation charm for my bracelet. It's sparkly. XD
The Burdetts came to the party as well, minus Justin. : \ I was really kind of anxious and nervous to see him, but he had to work late. The rest of the family was there for about two hours, then a few hours after they left Mrs. Burdett came back. After that my mom, Mrs. Burdett and I spent a majority of the party in the living room or on the deck catching up. The neighborhood has apparently changed a lot. These kids on the corner house became heroine dealers/pharmacists. I don't remember them, but apparently they were nasty little children and my mom and mrs burdett called it that they would be no good adults. Mike Seaver is like 30 now and has a family of his own. He is like the only other person I remember from Cashley Ct. Anyway, it was really really nice to see them. Comforting. It's cool to hang out with people who have known you forever. Mrs. Burdett was like my second mom. Me and Justin were together 24/7. She and my mom still joke about planning the wedding. How would that be for irony....we did get married when we were five. Then again, we also went trick or treating in June. And sold rocks. I defended those last two, seeing as how people actually gave us stuff on both accounts. It was using our cuteness to our advantage. So anyway, key piece of information: Justin is on facebook. I facebooked him as soon as I got home and we started up a conversation. Haven't carried it over to IM yet. Seems we keep missing each other. Always away when the other one is on. He is going to Penn State, information science and technology. Kind of makes me regret not going to Penn State. But it's not like we would have had classes together or anything. Hopefully we can reconnect through online and periodic visits. I'll try to see him next time I'm in the burgh. I'd also really love to see the old house. Right now there's a family in there with two young-ish kids, one of which has downs syndrome.
We talked long into the night, and Mrs. Burdett was one of the last to leave, well after midnight. Sunday (the day after I got there....no longer in chronological order) we went to Trader Horn to buy candles and other random party stuff, and we found this swing, like one of those three person swings you put in a yard or porch, and we bought it for Uncle Paul for father's day. He liked it, but he still says that the best part of the present was that me, Gary, Karen, and Jeff put it together. We messed up a few times, but eventually got it together, and it was very popular at the party. We put it on the deck for people to sit and talk. Friday night (night before the party) we went out to dinner at Eat 'n Park. That was fun too, it was nice to get a break from cooking.
Wednesday after we picked my mom up from the airport we (mom, me, Jeff, and Gary) went to the Pirates game. I tried to buy a pirates shirt, just because it's cool, but there weren't really any good ones with the Pirate logo. My mom bought a Clemente shirt and we spent a bit of time walking around the Park. PNC Park is so awesome. I got my full dose of Pittsburgh-ness by having a Primanti brothers sammich (sandwich) at the park. The perogi (sp?) race spurred a nice discussion of Pittsburgh accents, which I discovered I have more of than I thought I did. "It's time for the Great Pittsburgh Perogi Race 'n 'at!" People dressed as giant perogis race around the stadium. It's fun. Gary and I were really rooting for Oliver Onion, but Saurkraut Saul took first. Oliver was slow, and Gary screamed out "Cut him! Send him back to triple A's!" It was really funny. Pirates lost, but we still had a good time.
Aside from Pittsburgh, things have been pretty uneventful. Work is really more exhausting than I planned. But it's paying off. And when I say paying off, I mean money. I got my first paycheck!! $229!! I was so excited. I have so much money now, it's crazy. I have money from work, money from graduation, and money from cat-sitting for Mrs. Demko. Hehe...But now I do have like 40 million checks to cash/deposit. I like working with the kids, but 21 5-year olds for 7 hours a day takes its toll. I come home every day and take a nap. I'm not getting much rest this weekend either. Saturday is Fishmonger's partay, and Sunday I'm teaching Sunday School. In retrospect, it was probably not a good idea to continue teaching sunday school while I'm doing camp. I'm starting to just get five-year old overload. The other day my mom was watching Nanny 911, and I had to change the channel. It was just too much to watch screaming little children on TV after having dealt with them all day. But they are cute. A few of them have gotten really attached to me and they hang all over me. They're crazy. They seem, though, not to understand the rules very well. They always want me to carry them or to sit on my lap. And they can't. They take offense to that too. Somehow, though, they get over it. There are a few of them that just walk right over me. They know exactly how to get me to do whatever they want. It's terrible. But nevertheless, those are my favorite kids.
I never used to believe when people said how fast time goes, but it really does. I mean damn, we're going to college this year. Scary. Soon we'll be married and have kids and jobs and white picket fences. And mortgages. Gah, I'm done venting for this entry. Over and out.
Never look back.
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SeraphimRhapsody
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2005 26 June :: 9.41pm
:: Mood: reflective
:: Music: Andy, You're a Star ~The Killers
someday.....someday has come
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs
I've been trying to figure out the name of that book forever!! I miss that book. Do you remember it? It defined my young schoolar years.
Yes, I finally found her again. Both of them. They were my best friends. If I've ever been asked who my best friends are, I'll still name them. (Take no offense, I don't like the labels so I don't narrow down any of my friends into that category. Just them.) I haven't seen them in.....10 years. 10. A whole decade.
And she was still ecstatic to hear from me. Ecstatic to see me. It's a good thing she's more decisive than I am. Yesterday after she sang for church I met her. I was walking toward Rotelli's on Atlantic to meet her I hit one intersection and BAM there's this girl walking down toward me. Something made me stop, but I didn't know, I wasn't sure. I was dumbfounded. She kept repeating "Kristen?" you know, to be sure it was me but it took me a good couple seconds to return to reality.
She looked different. But she was still Caroline.
It was weird....sitting in that restaurant talking to her. Every now and then we'd both stop and one of us would say how strange it was. But I loved it. I've not been that happy in so long.
Ever since I left I've wanted to see them again. Every year I'd plan to find them. Plan to hunt them down and reconnect with them. But I never did. I always doubted if they remembered me. If they would want to see me again.
It was second grade when I left. I always wondered if they'd ask why. She did. I hate why. I don't understand why. I've always regretted why. It haunts me.
We had a few awkward moments, but we found things to talk about. After dinner and icecream we hooked up with 2 of her friends from church. They were nice but I was at a bit of a disadvantage. We all sat on the stage and chatted. It was relaxing. But I couldn't help looking over at her still being stunned that it was really her.
I still can't believe it.
And when she gets back from Europe, I'll finally see Meerali again. I've missed her so much.
You never forget that very first friend. The very first best friend.
DID YOU KNOW ATLANTIC AVENUE HAS A COLDSTONES NOW?!?!!?!
This was major crucial news to me! I had no idea! So close.....so very close...
It's a perfect location too, corner of Atlantic and Swinton. Crazy.
There's this one person...one person. You know those people who make a mark on your life? And you for some reason have this very strange bond? Like it's someone you know you can talk to about anything and everything. But this one, I would never have figured we would have that connection. He's got to be one of my most randomest friends. But we do. He played a key part through a number of times in my high school life.
And for me, these people that mean so much to me, I feel the urge to say something to them. One phrase. One meaningful phrase. But's a very very very personal extremely meaningful phrase for me. And incredibly risky. If they don't follow through with it, everything will be destroyed. There's been a number of people who I can't imagine not having around, not being close to, but there has only been one time when I got myself to say it. Say it and mean it. Say it and mean it and hope.
I was so sure he'd stop. So sure he'd drift away, let time pass, let go.
But he's here. Why is he still here? I don't know if he has any idea how much it means to me when he IMs me out of the blue. Even when there's nothing to talk about. He's always there for me. Always online, always will respond when he can. I can ask him anything about anything. And I'm positive about that. Completely content about that. Anything of his personal life, his past, his family, his experiences, his knowledge. I don't know why he's so willing to be so open with me. I don't know why there's this bond. All of a sudden he could see inside me. He could see all of my secrets and all of my lies and all of my pain. And stayed there.
I asked him. I told him. "You can't ever leave me. Please, don't ever leave me."
Who wouldn't get scared of that and run? Who would understand the meaning behind that?
Who can guess at the points of facing death beneath that? The levels of leaving? The need for his stability in order to support my own.
Sometimes I can't even fathom it all.
But I am always thankful for him staying with me.
"What you're feeling is premature enlightenment. This is the greatest moment of your life and you're off somewhere, missing it. Our fathers were our models for God. And, if our fathers bailed, what does that tell us about God? Listen to me. You have to consider the possibility that God doesn't like you, he never wanted you.In all probability, He hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen... We don't need him.. Fuck damnation. Fuck redemption. We are God's unwanted children, with no special place and no special attention, and so be it. You can go to the sink and run water over your hand. Look at me. Or you can use vinegar to neutralize the burn, but first you have to give up. First, you have to know that someday, you are going to die.Until you know that, you will be useless. Congratulations. You're a step closer to hitting bottom."
Hooray for reaching the bottom. Let's plan a party.
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seraphimrhapsody
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2005 21 June :: 5.50pm
:: Mood: distraught
do all children go to heaven?
one of my kids died
he was 9 years old
what's the point of this?
atrocities like this should not exist
children should not die
no child should die
what did they have?
they were of the poor
they were of the pure
they were just children
it's not like they knew the true wrongs of the world
it's not like they're families didn't yell at them or beat them or force them into work as soon as possible
it's not like that was the only option to continue living
but he didn't continue living did he?
no.
he died.
and he was doing so well...he could've done so much better...
underneath his facade he was a sweet kid
he was a kid
just like all of them
and he died.
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SeraphimRhapsody
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2005 20 June :: 3.22pm
ultimatum
I like waking up to your yelling at me.
I like being told how worthless I am.
I like being told that my problems are my own fault and that I should deal with them.
I like being told that I have no point in calling.
I like being told that I shouldn't call when I have no reason.
I like being harrassed and cursed out just because you I was randomly chosen.
I like being yelled at as soon as you come home.
I like that the only words said to me are yelled.
I like being at fault for everything.
I like feeling lower than a dog.
Please, please continue yelling at me. Oh please, it makes the day so much brighter.
You see that sun? Look how brightly it shines! NoNO! Those aren't clouds. There's no rain. That sound? That's the birds chirping! Sure, sounds like a boom to you...but that's just the mockingbirds immitating.
Look at that beautiful day. Who wouldn't want to get up and enjoy that day?
Who says I have no reason?
Maybe I have something I want to need to say but can't? Can't get myself to say. What then? Maybe it's something important like I'm going to die. But you tell me not to keep calling. Fine then. I'll die without you.
Maybe I wasn't randomly chosen. Maybe someone still has it out for me. Maybe they're bringing back some old huge blow out thing. Doesn't matter, they brought it back from my memories for me anyway.
A dog. I feel beneath my puppy because I'm told I couldn't care for him. I couldn't take care of him.
STOP THREATENING THAT YOU WON'T GO ON THAT TRIP!!!
YOU WILL GO DAMMIT! Or I won't live here while you're here.
I will not be in this house with her alone. No dammit. I'll get a hotel room for all I care. Leave me the hell alone.
Please, please continue gutting me. I think the slaughterhouse appreciates the favor.
Please, please continue that underminding. I think the research programs will appreciate the experiments they can perform later.
Please, please continue.
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