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Monday, January 7th, 2002 |
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Remember never to say "Fuck you too. Fuck you with...a big stick or something." and then start crying. General impression is weak and quite melodramatic. But hey...if you come off as melodramatic... And Penn Drama Club strikes again. Only I wish this time it were a club. |
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Sunday, January 6th, 2002 |
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I so didn't notice before... but on the *NSYNC mini calendar Dee got me for my birthday, the days that are highlighted: January 1: New Year's Day January 21: Martin Luther King Jr. Day January 28: Joey's Birthday January 31: Justin's Birthday That's somehow so funny :-) |
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1) Riley and Priya spend more time in here. This pisses my mother off. She hates them apparently. 2) I got my books for school. 3) Roomie is back. Such fun. 4) Walked everywhere in the pouring rain. I wish it would turn to snow. 5) It's cold. 6) I think that's it....now time to dry my hair, brush it out, and braid it. Then find warm things to wear...ooh... |
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i've been here less than 24 hours and already i'm miserable. i can't wait to leave this place. |
Saturday, January 5th, 2002 |
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see the ideal situation for me would be to live on the beach or something. so i can see ize all the time but not live w/parents. went to the alumni day, and aside from talking with whalen, alexis, and possibly stacie just hung out with the same people as usual, and really didn't care otherwise. pissed 'cause matt said he'd let me know if he was going to school in philly and it turns out he's transferring and didn't tell. so yes. but alexis and i have plans or something. riley called me last night and we chatted for an hour, as opposed to when he asked me to call him and i talked for five minutes 'cause i had to go. then got into an argument online w/him which ended with me saying that i swore i wouldn't breathe a word of our calls to priya because god knew he didn't want her to know and him swearing that he'd tell her even though i know he won't, he's using big words again. he said he didn't know how to do nice things for me and he wished he could. so i told him i don't need his nice things. he didn't respond. i think he blocked me. whoa. he didn't. already i know i'm going to get back to dorm and just sleep for hours. sigh. :-/. but sleep is good. denise, you have to visit me. so i can hang out with you on south street and get away sometimes. please? pleaaaase? oh, and ![]() Take the What Will Your Result To This Quiz Be? Quiz by ![]() |
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Friday, January 4th, 2002 |
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quite tired. and for a cheap promise i broke my resolution. i'm a fucker. but anyway...it's okay i guess. in the end. read about virginia woolf. she's scary. has me scared. i'm bringing peter back with me to the lovely dorm, where riley most helpfully informed me he is, then rubbed in his good tea, then argh. some people. aah! koda, he said the other day i should get a snail as a pet. dude, i'd so call him mr. snail the randy little bugger. :-D okay, must get ready for alumni day! |
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Thursday, January 3rd, 2002 |
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I DIDN'T FAIL CHEM!!!!! So I got a C. BUT MY PARENTS DIDN'T CARE! But the dentist is an evil bitch. Hm. I don't really care about that one. Alumni day tomorrow and then back to dorm after that... |
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Riley the Saint [/sarcasm] is mad at me. 'Cause I joked about drinking or something, or the legal age of drinking being 18 in England 'cause I'm thinking about London as a spring break destination, or something. Fuck if I know. And he yells at me for repressing and he yells at me for not talking things over and he yells and yells but doesn't spare a moment to think that maybe...just maybe he too is being hypocritical, and should listen to his own advice? Changed layout on Anytime. Re-reading "All That You Can't Leave Behind". Need to go eat lunch with mother dearest. |
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Wednesday, January 2nd, 2002 |
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terri...making me take all these quizzes...( or maybe i have no life... ) | ||||
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![]() anyway, tired kinda, and shaky after karate. spent a good part of the day at rebecca's, got cool b'day gift, hung out, met rebecca's friend and friend's friend who really strangely bonded with rebecca's cooking mom, then came home, went to acme and got shit, then got transfer paper so i can (finally) make manny's gift, and got new bedclothes. then karate - i am sucking waaaay more than normal, but sensei was happy to see me - and back. i wanna do like 7 to 10 or something tomorrow. ooh. that'll be hella fun... |
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Tuesday, January 1st, 2002 |
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![]() Take the Which of Dan's Favorite Bands Are You? Test and ![]() Take the Which Empire Records Character are You? Quiz. |
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i left lj open. my parents found out. i'm fucked. |
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it actually wasn't that bad. Prayers galore. Of course, never coop up an allergic kid in a temple during the most important time when it's "bad luck" to sneeze...ARGH. My eyes were watering by the end of that. But came home. Good of this year: 1) met cool people - rg kiddos, college kids 2) graduated high school, went to college 3) got job Bad: 1) left IZE-rs 2) drama at college 3) now I actually have to keep my fucking resolutions. 4) tragedies Meh. All in all, less good than bad. But I guess I'm much luckier than others out there. So...happy new year, y'all. |
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Monday, December 31st, 2001 |
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MY PARENTS LIED TO ME. They told me I had to be back by 10 so we could go to the temple, for some prayer thing. Up to the time I left they told me. So I come back at 10. Everyone's still in their like pajamas and shit. I say, "Mom, aren't we going to the temple?" She says, "Oh, your father says we should go tomorrow." This when she told me on the way out, as I was getting singles to buy cider for later, that she needed singles for when we were going to the temple tonight. She tore me away from the GREAT party with T cooking (apparently good, I wouldn't know) chicken, the Heath Ledger marathon, the great people, the endoplasmic reticular canines, EVERYTHING. I can't believe my family. I can't believe the lies they spin. I think I need to go to bed. |
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Sunday, December 30th, 2001 |
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A most joyous and happy birthday to dearest BB! Not only do you share your birthday with Jane Austen and Rudyard Kipling, my sister would probably like to include that it's her birthday too. Happy birthday to the little one too. |
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Thursday, December 27th, 2001 |
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Santa ClausFor you, Christmas is about giving and not necessarily receiving.Christmas Tree: 0/50 Snowman: 15/50 Santa Claus: 25/50 Reindeer: 5/50 Mistletoe: 0/50 Star: 10/50 Take the What in Christmas Are You? test by ![]() ![]() This amuses me. Because they say Mrs. Claus arouses me. Oy. |
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My mother is...argh. I just had this long argument with her on why Muslims and the Islam faith as a whole is not wrong. I thought she wouldn't get into that, especially when my family is at risk for prejudicial treatment because of our appearance. We were talking about burial processes, and I was saying something like, "Yeah, I always liked how Islam said 24 hours and you must be buried" and my mom FLIPPED OUT. So here I was, arguing my head off, getting pissed as hell, saying "how can you do this? how can you say this when there are plenty of nice people out there, when just a radical segment of Islam believes this?" She says some sick things that really piss me off, and I tell her that I'm pissed and I can't believe she said that. She says for ten months she carried me, and I said thank God her beliefs didn't pass on to me. And then she says stuff like oh Muslims (she didn't say Muslims, she said some Tamil derogatory word for it) sell Indian girls into Saudi Arabia, and I say "sure what about those families, those good Hindu families who throw their girls in the trash in Calcutta?" and then my dad pops in with "I don't want to get involved but just think about this, 1000 years ago it was 'a Christian is a Christian.' Hey, 2000 years ago it was 'a Hindu is a Hindu'." So my mom gets all defensive of Hinduism...ARGH. My mother's closemindedness bothers me SO MUCH. Why does she have to say that I must marry a nice Tamil brahmin? Why does she say that depressed people are scary and not normal (yes, I realize that depressed people are not normal. But like...not normal in a very freak type way)? Why can't she see that fuck it all we're HUMAN at the base of things and the actions of one individual cannot be the actions of the whole? I had thought she'd understand. I suppose I should just hope she finally understands one day, because I can't exactly change her views by shouting at her, but it's hard to think that I'll just have to be all passive about it. I said "I thought you would understand that you shouldn't blame the actions of one on all, because even us Hindus, people who look like us, are mistaken for Muslims, and called terrorists by closeminded people." What does she get out of it? "I'm not a Muslim!" ARGH! I'm going to go take a shower before I get even further pissed off. Daddy's on my side, though; he says he'll go get some books written by the Sufis and show Mom them. :-) Still...I'm still pissed. |
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Wednesday, December 26th, 2001 |
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I got a pretty black and white sweater at Kohl's and saw Brian... the IZE party was LOVELY. LOVELY LOVELY. No mental breakdowns! Secret Santa (thank you muchly MK) got me Yourself or Someone Like You and good lotion, Erica made me a box and got me a "Would you rather...?" book. Condom flavor recommendations: chocolate and strawberry good, didn't venture into bananaland, cola sucked (no pun intended), vanilla tasted rather artificial, as did grape. Ate entirely too much, drank a little wine cooler, got to see Terance psycho scary when he had build up of libido and discovered cure for it, and leid Dee while she was asleep. It's good to have normality. |
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Things done so far today. 1) okra cut 2) sweaters gotten. Yes, today has been a whole bunch of NOTHING. NO. THING. Woo. How am I gonna pack this gift thing...weh. |
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Okay, goals for today: 1) cut okra. Not really a goal, more of an obligation. 2) go to dry cleaner's and pick up my sweaters, so I can wear one tonight. 3) go to Kohl's and return the sweater that the family agreed was slutty. 4) package Secret Santa gift. 5) party at 4-ish. Right. Should probably go and get these done. Would be easier if I wanted to do them. Happy Boxing Day! |
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