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2006 18 November :: 2.11pm
:: Mood: cranky
It's like when you eat all of the marshmallows out of the alphabets box and all you're left with is the dry, tasteless, cardboard-like letters.
I figured out all the classes I need to take to graduate from college. From my calculations, I have to take 17 credit hours every semester to get out of here in four years.
Sometimes I feel like the world is just trying to screw me over on purpose.
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2006 17 November :: 6.11am
:: Mood: anxious
Life..
I've realized that life really does have ups and downs. There are moments when I'm the happiest I've ever been, to moments where I contemplate death. It's really early in the morning and I'm getting ready for school. Right now, of course, is not one of my happiest moments. Not only because I'm going to school, but I'm not feeling good and Solo & Ensembles are tomorrow.
Tomorrow I might be happy in the morning or completely stressed out or just nervous. I'm not sure yet. Last year when I was doing a solo, before I actually performed, I was freaking out. I was so nervous I was scared I couldn't sing. I went in and seriously sang those songs the best I had ever sang them. Right when I got home, I had the worst fever I had ever had and I couldn't get out of bed because I was so sick. All the stress had built up inside of me and released by giving me a fever, apparently. Ms. Romero, Anjane, Leslie, & Tomlin had called me with the results though and told me I was the only soloist that got a superior... that made up for it all. lol
Anyway, this year (I don't think) will be as good as last year... I might go to school late... I'll write later.
♥
I love Alyssa
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2006 16 November :: 4.55pm
Headache.
Stomach Ache.
Tontie.
I love the tinkling sound of frozen water droplets bombarding the dead brown leaves that hang lifeless on the tree.
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2006 15 November :: 5.55pm
Poised, Ready, Forgetful.
Forgive me, for I have been cranky.
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2006 14 November :: 8.30pm
A very emotional night.
Add that to the fact that I'm pms and irritable and I have a ton of homework to do and an exam tomorrow...
and that makes me a mess.
The girl that sits next to me in U-Band is such a bitch. So I talked to the director after rehearsal and asked if I could move. The director told me that she would move the other girl and that she knew the girl was a control freak and said mean things to me.
Stupid me. If it wasn't for all these hormone things, I wouldn't have started tearing up. But I did.
Goodness, sometimes I'm such a huge baby.
Michelle
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2006 13 November :: 1.38pm
Well, shit.
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2006 12 November :: 8.10pm
:: Mood: contemplative
Trash is gone.
Homework:
Yeats
Seven page paper
Lab Report
Exam Wednesday
That is all.
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2006 11 November :: 8.51pm
Someone got their nipple pierced today.
And it wasn't me.
[rants about big boobs]
me+last night=upset stomach
I'm a math genius.
Michelle
[edit]
Trash still not gone. Smells awful.
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2006 9 November :: 4.59pm
:: Mood: Freaking OUT
I pretty much want to throw up right now.
I had an inkling. I thought I was just be over sensitive. It couldn't possibly be true. I was wrong.
God. Eww. Disgusting.
So it turns out that everything is just...
I don't even know.
I feel like such an idiot. Stupid Stupid Stupid.
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2006 8 November :: 10.33am
49 to 49
Stayed up until two a.m. watching election results. Very tired. I hate TAIT. It's stupid.
Awake, but not happy about it.
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2006 7 November :: 1.28pm
I have a fairly large biology exam at three. I think I'm fairly prepared. I taught five kids from my lecture the material we've been going over for the past four weeks in three hours last night.
I marvel at how some make it through the education system to higher education.
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2006 6 November :: 10.07am
:: Mood: content
It's actually quite warm out today. I trudged to my computer lecture only to sit there and stare at the powerpoint on the screen. I don't even take notes in that class, and as usual, we got out fifteen minutes early today. I trudged back to the towers and went to the computer lab. I read spark notes on "To the Lighthouse" by Virginia Woolf. It's one of those novels you can appreciate, but not like in the least bit. I read twenty five of the prescribed eighty pages. Spark notes saves my life. I have little patience for novels. I'm more of a short story/ poetry kind of girl. Then again, if this novel actually had a plot, then maybe it would be more interesting. Stream of conciousness is admirable, but leaves much to be desired.
Michelle
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2006 5 November :: 5.12pm
Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot.
We see no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes, guy, t'was his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England's overthrow.
By god's mercy he was catch'd
With a darkened lantern and burning match.
So, holler boys, holler boys, Let the bells ring.
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the king.
And what shall we do with him?
Burn him!
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2006 4 November :: 4.09pm
In the computer lab waiting for laundry.
My intent is not to offend anyone.
I write what I see, what I think, what I feel.
I understand those aren't the same things the rest of you see, think, or feel.
Michelle
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2006 3 November :: 2.39pm
:: Mood: mellow
They say drugs are a crutch. Some people use them to escape reality. I take that back. All people use them to escape reality. Their reality. They’re an escape from failure, from success, from whatever you don’t like about your life. But there are so many other crutches that aren’t even acknowledged. Food, exercise, writing, reading, or self injury. A parent living out his or her dreams through their child. It’s anything that creates an escape. Our world, our reality, is full of these crutches that we use to hobble away from the reality we created for ourselves.
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