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[Nov. 11th, 2009|03:08 pm] |
When you're in a fraternity, and see a brother struggling with a giant box of baked goods, and know: A) that there are other things to be carried, meaning if she does all the carrying alone she'll have to make more than one trip; B) that she lives not far from here, but on the third floor of her building, and C) that there are three doors she'll need to unlock between here and there...you should help her, right? Especially if you know everything she's carrying is for the fraternity's bake sale.
Even if you don't feel compelled to help her, you should at least have the decency to NOT STAND RIGHT NEXT TO THE STUFF and talk to another brother while she makes her trips back and forth, balancing boxes precariously on one knee while she opens the five doors in her path.
Thanks, guys. Really feeling how our fraternity is built on Leadership, Friendship, and Service here. |
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[Sep. 6th, 2009|12:22 pm] |
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"Love is great, love is grand, but love ain't chemotherapy—it's not going to magically turn some sick fucker into a healthy fucker." --Dan Savage |
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[Aug. 22nd, 2009|11:26 am] |
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I've been moved in and settled for over a day now. It seems I underpacked. Hrrrm. |
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[Aug. 20th, 2009|01:51 am] |
Oh dear lordy me, how did I get so much shit?
Mom informed me that she's going to repaint my room and get rid of the bed I've been sleeping on once I'm out of the house, so I've been attempting to put everything I own into bins.
I put off packing up my closet so Jo could take a look through my stuff, but then Avivah was here and wouldn't leave and I hadn't pulled the things I was going to take until a few days ago. So here it is, the night before I leave Lexington, and I'm attempting to make all my possessions storable. It's not been going well.
I have:
2 bins full of stuff I don't want at all anymore. (At this point, the bins have overflowed and now look more like a mound of stuff.)
1 bin of miscellaneous stuff I'm taking with me.
1 bin of stuff I don't want to take with me but don't want to throw out.
1 bin of clothing/towels and my laundry hamper full of clothing.
4 bins full of clothing I'm not taking with me.
1 garbage bag of shoes I'm not taking with me.
And I still need at least 2, probably 3, more bins--my closet is not yet fully emptied, and I haven't been able to clear off my desk or tables. The bins I'm using for my dorm stuff will have to be used for my books.
I really wish my mom hadn't sprung this "I'm going to redo your room while you're gone" thing on me a week or so ago. Thanks, Mom. I could've left it up to her to her to pack my things away for storage, but I wanted to do it myself and go through my things so I A) wouldn't leave her anything she wouldn't want to see and B) could get rid of stuff I don't want anymore as I went. Besides, if I put it in boxes myself, at least I'll know what to look for when I come home.
Before I leave tomorrow, I have to:
1. Check my printer and make sure mice haven't been nesting in it.
2. Pack up my laptop paraphernalia.
3. Pack the things I've still been using up to this point. (Note to self: your backpack would be a great place to put that stuff.)
3. Load the car.
4. Buy more bins.
5. Finish clearing out my room.
6. Shit, I need to do laundry tonight. END TRANSMISSION. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2009|10:01 pm] |
Just got a spam email that contained an excerpt from The Conquest of Canaan by Booth Tarkington. This is why I love America the Internet. |
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| Crappy Granddaughter Is Crappy |
[Aug. 12th, 2009|04:23 pm] |
I will not feel guilty for accepting money from my grandparents
I will not feel guilty for accepting money from my grandparents
I will not feel guilty for accepting money from my grandparents
I will visit my grandparents when I visit Lexington
I will visit my grandparents when I visit Lexington
I will visit my grandparents when I visit Lexington
In other news, people who don't know how to draw blood should not be allowed to draw blood. Most of my arm hurts now. |
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| Lexington Craislist Missed Connection |
[Jul. 14th, 2009|11:15 pm] |
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This is a complete long shot, but I was driving around new circle and looked over for a split second and saw you. I think you were a hot blonde or a mailbox, i'm not sure. You were walking somewhere. I think you would have seen me for only a moment, if you had been looking. But I don't think you were. If it helps, you had shoes on. Traffic was congested but I was driving a 93' toyota camry, barely running. I drove by really quick and you didn't see me. Then I got hungry and went to taco bell. The tacos were delicious. Then I had to wonder to myself if any of this had even happened. I don't even think it did. I just wanted you to know I think you dropped something. I'm not sure. I told you this was a long shot. |
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[Jul. 14th, 2009|02:36 pm] |
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Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. I hate using the phone. Just left a message for a nurse and finished with "Sorry" when I meant "Thanks". |
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[Jul. 1st, 2009|03:40 pm] |
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"Where the fuck is the beef in the Twinkie?" |
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| What I'd say if I were completely honest |
[Jun. 22nd, 2009|12:47 am] |
"You want to know why I can't meet your gaze? It's because you look at me. At me. Not just at what you've decided is there.
Most people, when they look at you, only look superficially because it's so much work to figure out what they're looking at. So they make up a person in their head, and when they look at you, that's what they see.
When you look at me, I feel like you're trying to see me, and it's terrifying." |
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[Jun. 15th, 2009|01:50 pm] |
*headdesk*
*headdesk*
*headdesk* |
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[May. 29th, 2009|10:56 am] |
My dad sent me the following message:
IdGdepuGaiggig gig idepurcheck
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I love that I was able to translate it. |
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[May. 23rd, 2009|08:56 pm] |
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When I told my dad my roommate was an equine business major, he said "You'll have a lot in common with the horses." At least I know he's just confused, and doesn't actually mean that. |
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[May. 11th, 2009|12:17 am] |
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Hah, I forgot I was on wetriffs.com until it was mentioned on my Twitter feed today. |
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[May. 6th, 2009|11:39 pm] |
I found some old junk on the computer and this made me laugh:
No, really, we got full credit for this poster. |
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[May. 5th, 2009|10:52 am] |
Oooookay! One big thing down in my life--my drug test came back negative so Beth at DAK told me to show up Monday ready to refile charts. Now all I'm waiting on is the cast list for Dark of the Moon. It's supposed to be emailed to auditionees today, but I highly doubt that'll happen. It'll probably hit my inbox Friday.
Things I'm going to do when I have a steady income again:
Get a professional haircut and dye job. (Gotta hear back about the show first, but I'm seriously considering going as blonde as I can get away with going, just 'cause I've never done blonde.)
Get my eyebrows waxed by Emma.
Go on a less ridiculous shopping spree.
Attempt to do my own grocery shopping.
Buy a minifridge (maybe).
Be all old school and buy my own CDs again.
Get a new hat. WAIT I CAN DO THAT NOW!
I'm going to take a shower and go hat shopping. |
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[May. 1st, 2009|11:51 am] |
I guess I should actually tell people, huh?
Eating has been a real struggle for the past couple weeks. I had to fight to get food down, and trick myself into eating complete meals. There's no physical reason for this; I just get a couple bites into my food and start feeling sick.
But about a week after I started having trouble with food, I realized my relationship with Ben wasn't what I wanted it to be. I wasn't happy. And, scarily enough, I wanted out.
After a lot of trying to convince myself that I DID want to get married, that I DIDN'T want to get married, and random babbling, I finally managed to snag a friend for a face-to-face conversation and talked it all out with him. There were some things I needed to say out loud before I could admit they were really true, and I needed someone objective to evaluate what I was saying. And after I'd said every damn crazy thing I could, I realized I needed to break up with Ben.
Instead of forming my own identity I've been defining myself in terms of my relationship with Ben. I need to know who I am without him before I know how much I can compromise without losing myself. In short, I've got some growing up to do, and I've got to do it without Ben. Without our relationship hanging over my head like the Sword of Damocles. Without the feeling that I'm just delaying the inevitable.
I need to make decisions for myself, instead of letting other people make them for me. I need to know where I'm going and what I want. I need to feel free to have adventures and make mistakes without feeling like I have to get someone's approval first. And I need to know if I'm ready to get married. Right now, I'm not capable of any of these things, and if I stay with Ben I don't know if I'll ever achieve these things.
I broke up with Ben Wednesday. In six months, we're going to meet and see where we are. No promises, no "We'll get back together", but if I'm in a place where I'm ready for marriage and neither of us has moved on, we'll try again.
This was really hard for me to do, but I believe it was the right thing. Natalie and Ryan, my "married couple" friends, told me it was far better to do it now than go along if I wasn't sure. And since I made my decision (the first I can remember making in our relationship) I've been able to eat more easily. I think I've been fighting this for a long time, and now I'm not trying to make myself want something I'm not ready for.
I'm okay for now. I get the feeling there's probably going to be a lot of crying, but for now I'm in the "I've got too much to do to break down" mode. That'll get me through the rest of school and then I'll do my crying after work and on weekends. So please don't worry about me doing anything stupid--this was my decision and I'm not going to go psycho.
The ring is resting in its box on top of my dresser. It's not going anywhere until I know what I want.
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[Apr. 23rd, 2009|04:02 pm] |
I am getting out of here
I am getting out of here
I am getting out of here
I am getting out of here |
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