Date:	2006-04-02 17:52
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Mood:	sleepy

Interestingly enough, my bout with the flu seems to have left me with the cleanest, smoothest skin imaginable.
Flu = no acne?

ALSO! - MARK I removed you from LJ because one of your entries was breaking my friendspage in a weird way. I was trying to reset my friendspage and it would not let me add you back. I don't know why, and it still won't. I'm sorry in any case, it was not a commentary on you at all, just my trying to find out why one of your entries was stuck at the top of my friends page and stretching it to all heck.

Date:	2006-04-01 17:44
Subject:
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Mood:	sick

For the past few days I have been the victim of a particularly nasty strain of virulant flu.
Fever - 102.
Delirium - high
Aches and shakes - oh yes.
I can barely leave bed for the bathroom, which I must visit every 10 minutes like clockwork, and everything comes out as neon yellow liquid.
I've missed 5 shifts of work, too weak to sit up for more than five minutes.

...that is all.

Date:	2006-03-30 12:34
Subject:
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Mood:	bitchy

My bitterness quotient is cheerfully high today!

This is a good review that addresses all of the questions and identifies the thesis well.

Oh? Well good then, I accomplished the assignment, right?
Wait, what's this grade you gave me?

However, your prose can be difficult to grasp at times.

This from the TA who told me that when students use large words, it makes reading papers boring.
So you downgrade my paper because of your short attention-span?

Date:	2006-03-29 15:31
Subject:
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Mood:	uncomfortable

I couldn't sleep, so I drew in charcoal until I could.
It's liberating to get so dirty in the creation process, to develop true grime as sweat mixes with dust mixes with charcoal mixes with fixitive mixes with snippets of hair mixes with saliva mixes with scored skin.

In the mirror afterwards, I felt Maori with my black-streaked face, willing the smudges to darken and permeate permanantly.

Date:	2006-03-29 15:20
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	awake

Ok. I admit it.
Love Is, in fact, a plastic pony.
I am a serious pony fiend.
My Little Pony, specifically, but some fakies too.
I've had this -great- adoration for ponies since I was six.
.....
Ok, let me re-say that.
I've had ponies since I was six, but my -obsession- started when I was 14.
At six I was trimming the hair of ponies but by 14, I had learned to love them respectfully. At six, love was a pair of scissors and a willing victim.

At 14 I had a friend, a Scottish friend, who has since been deported because her parents are absolute gits (kekeke), that I used to pony-hunt with. We'd compete and scoot about Chicago's various thrift stores and garage sales looking for ponies, and I managed to get more than 500 that way over the next 6 years. I had an entire shelving unit filled with them, all those lovely little colorful faces.
But when I turned 21, I decided that community college was worthless and went to a university instead. To fund this, I sold my collection. Yes, I sold my collection to pay for my first year of college. Those were dark, dark days.
-insert stormcloud-

But hoy! A beam of light, the third generation of My Little Ponies came to market, looking spectacular and pretty like the first generation had (we don't speak of the hideous evil of the Generation 2 ponies) and captured my heart and much of my disposable income.
So I am a collector once again.

At first I collected them mint in the box, telling myself I would put them into storage for the next 20 years and sell them for my own children's college experience. But little by little, I stopped buying them for storage and started opening them, putting them around my room, and fiddling with their hair when no one was watching.
And the cat was finally let out of the bag when I bought and set up on my television stand the Rainbow Island Carnival playset, complete with pony ferris wheel and roller coaster.
People know now.
People come into my dorm room to spin the ferris wheel and send the ponies whirling for good luck before exams now.
People come in to send the roller coaster around a few times, or kidnap a pony for studying company.
And sometimes, people come in to fiddle about with their hair, just when no one else is watching.



This is my MIB collection circa December 2005. It has since doubled with the help of my lovely boyfriend, who supports and encourages my collecting because it comforts him to know he's not alone while he collects Transformers.

"The surest way to make a monkey of a man is to quote him." - Robert Benchley

The stage is yours, Kong.

(  Block 'o' text )

Date:	2006-03-23 09:13
Subject:	I drink a little drama for youuuu.
Security:	Public
Mood:	amused

In order to earn maximum ire and those dirty looks I've come to treasure in Reavis highway Imeanhallway, I've been purposely leaving cosplayfiend off my friendslist.
But wrongs have been righted, and she is now among the favored once again.
I'm fairly certain puck40 is mad at me for something as he doesn't respond to nuffin no mo'. And if this isn't the case, well he best get on the ball and roll himself into contact. D=<
absolutcalm's little story about self-satisfaction denied set the theme for the day, that of Ur-pain-makes-me-giggle-snort, and taren_'s LJ dramafest reminds me of that silly Nicole cuntwipe festival a semester back. dewprisms even said the same "OMG DUNT USE BIG WERDS STFU u luuk stoopid when u use big werdz" stuff as Sticky Nikki. She/He sounds horny and bitter, which makes me sad because all people deserve lovin'.
Did all these people learn to flame on the CareBear Stare message board or something?
Please.
AOL '98' represent.

This is one of those days where my friendslist makes me glad to not be where I was several years ago. Each recent entry and individual situation has given me cause to snerk a little and remember when that little episode last happened to me. All this gloriously drama-crusted reminescing made me realize that I've really lived a lot these past few years, and put myself out there more than ever. I don't know if it has entirely made me a happier person, but I'm a busier person at least.

Now for drama.
LOLz0rz Mebbe my 80's ZZ Top Hat Will Get me Chickz0rz!


exile17 probably is, in all actuality, a whore. But on reading the actual flame war, a pretty fucking awesome one. ASS UP GIRLFRENNNN!

Date:	2006-03-22 16:40
Subject:	VOGUE!
Security:	Public
Mood:	amused

In honor of Therese's spectacular camera work and photo shoot...



That's right. I said it.

Date:	2006-03-22 16:23
Subject:	If you've got a moment and an eye for design...
Security:	Public
Mood:	bouncy

If anyone's got a minute, would you mind taking a peek at my two page newspaper layout and critiquing it?
Be brutally honest. It's the only way I learn.
I'm aware of the touching photo cutlines/headlines with the margin box.

Anything else I should be smote for?

Two page spread, in PDF form

Thanks in advance.

Date:	2006-03-22 14:48
Subject:
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Mood:	contemplative

Neptune Central was cleared out today due to fire.
Someone managed to set the soggy mudpile outside the east breezeway doors on fire with a cigarette. And then, somehow, miraculously, carried part of the spark into the girl's bathroom inside and set the trash on fire.

What is wrong with people?

I had a dream where some force (I couldn't tell if it was aliens, God, government, enemy government or whatever) but some force sent out a wave that prompted all the people susceptible to it to climb to the highest point they could find and jump. And to drag as many people as possible along with them. I was on a city bus standing beside my friend Priscilla from high school and sudden her spine goes rigid, she stares in a glazed manner, grabs my hand and starts dragging me off the bus while repeating this phrase over and over "Come. It's time to go." I resisted and shouted at her to stay where she was. People all over the bus were doing this, but they didn't try too hard to grab other people, just tugged and if they were resisted, left the people behind.

My dream cut to an aerial shot at that point of people clustered on top of rooftops, billboards, water towers and any other tall structure, all waiting silently. Then they started jumping. It was electrifying and terrifying at the same time. The dream then cut to the aftermath, where 60% of the population had managed to off itself within two hours, including 90% of the children in the US, who were simply led by their mothers up and off into oblivion. Another 12% died by the end of it from injuries sustained during the jumps.

By that time I had gathered all the special people in my life (re: people I give a damn about) into one house and we were stocking it with piles of food in case of some other event, possible war with the Chinese. It made me realize how few females I hold in any kind of esteem, as the house was filled with my closest male friends. I had no idea where Kristina or Sarah were, and it did seem as if a lot of women were affected by the wave.

I wonder why it didn't have any affect on me?

Date:	2006-03-21 16:08
Subject:
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Mood:	crappy

I said it before.
This really doesn't need to be said.
And yet I've said it again and again.
So I'll stop saying it and let someone else say it instead.
Until they too decide to stop saying the same damn thing.
Maybe if enough people get tired of saying it over and other,
the saying that we're saying will have been said enough times to say itself.
Do you get what I'm saying or do I need to say it again?

Date:	2006-03-21 15:51
Subject:	HOSNAP YOU'VE KILT MY KITTEN!
Security:	Public
Mood:	amused

Jigga what now, soldier?
The drama must end,
lest the Emo eat us all.



Behold I bring to thee a babe in arms!
Behold this babe becomes a man at arms!
Behold this man at arms becomes a man with arms around a woman!
Behold this man in line at Borders to buy self-help books.

Flibbity flabbity cinsarnit fiabu barbgrawwwrr.

LIBEL I SHALL SMITE THEE!

^^^
The above is a cut quote from one of my copy marking exercises.
It got a chuckle and then a command to delete it from my professor.

Date:	2006-03-20 03:27
Subject:	Disagreement = Racism. Conversation = Racism. Writing Assignment = Racism.
Security:	Public
Mood:	bitchy

Even though many blacks migrating north had an unfounded illusion of the equality, unhindered chances for social betterment, and acceptance by northern whites that awaited them, the Great Migration should be viewed as a necessary step for blacks trying to insert themselves into a meaningful social structure they had so recently won the technical right to enter as full human beings deserving of gainful employment, shelter, education, and choice.
Lovely little thesis, so hard-won from 300 pages of badly-written "historical documentation".

I always feel so pretentious trying to write about the black experience, while not being black myself. Pretentious and a little worried some black person will come up behind me, notice what I am writing about and publicly call me out on it, assuming me racist automatically. Why the concern about such a silly thing? Well naturally, because it has occurred more than once. Yeah. Here. In America, in school, while trying to write a term paper on some aspect of the black experience. More than once. I got given shit, screamed at, called names, labeled a racist, threatened with physical violence, and had my property vandalized by indignant blacks who thought it improper for me to write my class assignment on "their" experience.

These days, after many experiences with this ridiculous generalization, it has come to my attention that American blacks may be some of the most bigoted, racist people on earth. I have regrettably come to expect any confrontation with a black person these days to begin with whatever the problem is being attributed by them to my having to be racist due to my skin tone and disagreement with them on whatever point, and end with my resisting the urge to send a fist into their forehead for engaging in such stupidity. Never have I heard such heinously intolerant statements against other ethnicities, other genders, other lifestyles, and other religions than out of the mouths of American blacks, specifically black women, and specifically black Christian women. I have never met any demographic group so quick and willing to judge others while decrying similar judgements of their own standards and character. I have never personally been treated more poorly than by that demographic as well, especially when including unprovoked attacks on my person and character.

Reverse racism is not only real, it's tolerated, encouraged and justified by nearly every black organization. Screaming "racism" is the new crutch of this generation, to win arguements, to win settlements, to win in general what fails to be won by conventional means such as logic, truth, and simply being in the right. Using a self-imposed denigration of one's race as an ad hominem attack on another demographic group to guilt them into capitulating to one's demands, how does this help the American black cause?
How long will failure be attributed to some imaginary oppressive force eminating from the skin color of everyone of a lighter tone than themselves rather than a failure to take responsibility for their own actions and ambitions?
How does this make American blacks anything but suckers playing into a government-sponsored second-rate citizen position, where blacks are being trained to accept the idea of needing an extra helping hand to achieve what everyone else works for?

How do people sleep at night with this nonsense going on?

And how long until this tirade gets some shit screaming "racist" at me?
Go watch the fuckin' Bookdocks MLK episode.
I thank whatever providence there is that I know some very important exceptions to my generalization, otherwise I might have developed a complex over the years towards this richly cultured demographic of people, rather than a severe intolerance for stupidity and people that use ignorance as an excuse.

Date:	2006-03-19 20:03
Subject:
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Mood:	cold

Oddly enough, I am now once again on speaking terms with kelsiarei.
Raise your hand if you didn't expect that to happen this soon.



In other news, Kevin's frequent traipses off to Ryans with little warning and always during my only freetime for the day are getting on my fucking nerves. He'll saunter in as I'm going to sleep or work and be all pissy that he didn't get to hang out and somehow it's my fault.

Ahem - Waaaah. I don't want to do my paper. But I will. And it'll be fucking spectacular.

Date:	2006-03-18 19:13
Subject:
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Mood:	cynical

V For Vendetta was better than expected, and more faithful to not only the comic it came from, but to the idea it entailed and strove to communicate than any other comic book movie I've seen.
In short, the movie was a necessary statement, one which Alan Moore distanced himself from. While I disagree with the principle of not standing behind one's work, I can understand why Alan Moore would not want to be attached to what has become a mainstream media work that will no doubt garner significant criticism by the anxiety-junkies of the conservatives.
I say it is not an act of shame that the movie brings to light the exploitible inequities and insecurities that a government can have, but that it is a shame that this government has come to resemble a work of fiction written more than twenty years ago about the far off time of 1997.

Consider the word terrorist and consider how, as the movie said it, words change to fit the meanings those in power assign to them. People willing to die for what they believe in, people willing to die to convey a message. There is no meaningless terrorism. No funds would be donated to any organization with the sole objective to propigate meaningless violence.

In the American revolution, we fought for freedom from an oppressive authoritarian system that milked our economy and stifled our growth. And consider past acts being revistited upon the perpitrator. Were not the indignant colonists, dressed as indians and dumping tea into the Boston harbour committing an act of terrorism in 1773?
Did not these people then spend the next two years picking off British troops, using guerilla or "indian" tactics against a formalized military system to throw their enemies into disorder and dissention? Did these people not fight a war for independence, ready to lay down their very lives in 1775 in an all-or-nothing series of battles against a bigger, stronger, more technologically-advanced enemy?

Were we terrorists, fighting for the rights of a fledgling nation?
Now, after a decade of embargos, inequitable social treatment, and several years of occupying and directly abusing another sovereign nation, are we not due for similar resistance?

This is why I study history rather than politics.
Mankind does not learn from its mistakes.
And inevitably, womankind gets bitter about it.

Date:	2006-03-16 13:02
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	amused

Minor goal in life - When I get a stable place to live, I must collect all of the Viking glass mushrooms.

Date:	2006-03-14 21:18
Subject:
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Mood:	cheerful

What weekend could be described better than one where the clearest memory I have is of running down the hall drunk, giggling because my pants were falling off, all the while trying to dig Uno cards out of my bra? A bottle of Southern Comfort was my personal baby during the weekend, there was at least 8 hours of Baldur's Gate played, 80 rounds of DDR, and several sessions of dogpile and tickle Emmy between Kevin and Sarah. At least 3 My Little Ponies were purchased, one British Ebayer hosed, and two inordinately large containers of hair gel procured for reasons unknown. The movie 'The Fog' was watched, and 'Howl's Moving Castle'. Both ended oddly.
Ryan's cat Kitty Pryde was visited and fed every day during the house sitting saga of Spring Break '06. This cat, having managed to jar open a kitchen cabinet to get at a bag of catnip within then proceeded to somehow pry open a kitchen drawer, AND unscrew the jar we sealed it in.
That cat was higher than Cheech Marin.

I am so happy my boyfriend has a job now. A job he actually likes. A job during which he can make money to feed and clothe himself with, and can fathom doing his own laundry during. Joy, rapture.

So after staying for 3 days, Sarah decided to take a personal day off work and stay one more day for a bit more Baldur's gate, more coffee and just one more Girl Scout cookie. Between the two of us, we went through two trays of peanut butter cookies, and one and a quarter columns of thin mints. PMS anyone?

Shhh.. it's 9:39pm, and the room is empty of people for the first time in a week and a half.
*rocks self*
Quiet.....need quiet....

Date:	2006-03-08 17:41
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	crazy

On Thursday, my boyfriend walked up and tapped me on the shoulder, surprising me with a visit.
He's been visiting ever since. And just last night, he found out he had gotten the job at Barnes and Noble bookstore. So we, the royal we mind you, may see more of him.
But this means I will be stranded in Dekalb for Spring Break, hosting his housing.
...insert grumblies here.

On the other side of town, surveys taken of the locals of Emzonia have said that the dreaded Indian History midterm was barely a downpour when a deluge was expected. Crops have survived, and with the exception of a severe bout of ADHD brought on yesterday by a stimulating new diet pill the residents inducted into their systems, all's well and it's a quarter until 6pm.