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[May. 14th, 2008|04:57 pm] |
I am okay with my friends smoking weed, because if I were not okay with that, I would have no friends.
I am NOT okay with my friends dealing it. Like, I will turn in their dealers, and yell at them, and such.
Interestingly, this principle makes for VERY awkward conversations, because I'm apparently the only person who sees a problem with this at all. Everyone else just thinks I'm being an uptight bitch, and I should just cool the fuck down, because, I don't even know. Because if I turn in their dealers then they will have to find their weed elsewhere, poor babies. |
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[May. 13th, 2008|10:24 am] |
Why is bipolar disorder the new crazycakes get-out-of-jail-free card? You guys, it is SRS BSNS. Like that time my grandfather hung himself or that time my dad bought two firetrucks and tried to put a hot-tub in the tank or that time my youngest sister was trying to scratch her skin off because that's where the bugs were. It is not an excuse for screwing people over, it is not about a complete lack of self-control (we'll talk about the firetrucks later, shall we?) and also it is not TRENDY.
/rant. |
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[May. 9th, 2008|05:18 pm] |
I just donated blood for the first time!
Went with Jamie after lunch, because she was being a pussy and I have always meant to but never have, so goading her into it gave me motivation. It didn't hurt at all--I watched the needle go in, but I was sort of distracted because I was talking to Jamie about vampires and when they stabbed me, she screamed! I was so busy laughing at her I forgot to feel pain. Or something.
Anyways, that was groovy. My left forearm is all bestickered and bandaged (it's purple! :D ), and I got a little lightheaded but not enough so that I really had to hang out there or anything. Woo! |
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[May. 2nd, 2008|11:11 pm] |
Having female friends again means we're back into the habit of playing dress-up.
Which leaves me in a miniskirt, six-inch heels, and a black silk top. Um, what? |
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[May. 2nd, 2008|06:38 am] |
It's light outside, and I have not slept yet; been working on Stupid Film Class Stupid Homework all night, interspersed with yarning and porning. Now that I am finally on my bed, though, I can't shake the creeping feeling that the damn thing is going to collapse again when I come back to get some sleep after stupid film class.
Stupid broken dorm bed is right up there with stupid film class, I have to say. I mean, the first time the thing collapsed was a pretty WHAT THE FUCK moment, but if it does so again? Doom upon the maintenance staff. |
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[Apr. 26th, 2008|10:56 pm] |
DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT
FUCK YOU. FUCK ME.
Okay, done. Now, just need to put out an ad for a new, better brick wall to slam my head against. |
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[Apr. 25th, 2008|04:37 pm] |
Okay, sometimes I really do love my college. Two of the quad guitarists and one of the drum-circle guys have teamed up and are making very lovely music, and earlier the trumpetist was practicing something trumpety and exciting.
Also, it is officially spring now, and I can say this with such authority because the topless sunbathing has started in the quad. :D
ETA: Plus mandolin and now dancing! I love spring. |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2008|09:27 pm] |
My Personality
| | Neuroticism | | Extraversion | | Openness to Experience | | Agreeableness | | Conscientiousness | |
| You are generally calm, although some situations can make you feel anxious or tense, however you feel strong cravings and urges that you have difficulty resisting. You tend to prefer short-term pleasures and rewards over long-term consequences. People generally perceive you as distant and reserved, and you do not usually reach out to others. Familiar routines are good, but sometimes you like to spice up your life with a bit of adventure or activity. You are tenderhearted and compassionate, feeling the pain of others vicariously and are easily moved to pity, however you feel superior to those around you and sometimes tend to be seen as arrogant by other people. You are content to get by with a minimal amount of work, and might be seen by others as lazy.
| Take a Personality Test now or view the full Personality Report.
The best ugg Boots. |
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| my personal bubble, let me show you it |
[Apr. 17th, 2008|10:58 am] |
Dear guy in front of me,
Stop rubbing your dreadlocks. I have very good reasons to demand this of you:
1. You're white. Get over it.
2. They're sticking straight up, and I fear for my personal space.
3. I can smell them. The more you agitate them, the more distinct the scent becomes.
4. Life was really great when you kept the hat on for the first twenty minutes of class.
5. I can SEE the GREASE.
Thank you for listening.
-K. |
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| my livejournal doesn't understand me anymore (sob) |
[Apr. 11th, 2008|10:17 pm] |
So. Manic. Last night, and then tonight too. Not the today-in-between bit, weirdly, was very mellow. But now I'm hyper and lonely and kind of dancing and singing the same phrase over and NO ONE IS ONLINE and I'm actually at home for the weekend, because there is only so much of the dorm set I can stand, but now I am just as lonely here as I was there, because both sisters are in bed (one of them sleeping, the other playing... Halo, presumably, from the way she's cursing) and parents have just gone out to eat and are both too tired to deal with me, and the person I really wanted to answer her phone didn't (she never does, I don't know why I still try to call), and I'm just cooped up and jittery and boredboredbored, can't sit still to knit or read or work on anything, I want to DO something, and WITH someone, but no one can keep up, and.
Argh.
Okay, still not enough to turn myself in to the shrink, but I know I've at least picked up the oscillations of the general bipolarity in my genepool. Just the amplitude that saves me from the lithium at this point-- if something happens, tips me over, then, I'll be like the rest of my family. Little pill cocktails with dinner, and all that.
I can't decide yet if that's a bad thing or a good thing. |
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[Apr. 10th, 2008|10:33 am] |
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Broken hot water heater in the dorm. Apparently there were two hundred cold showers had this morning. I'm convinced this is a plot by the administration to dampen the debauchery. |
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[Apr. 8th, 2008|11:33 am] |
Why do people always mix up "No news is good news" and "No such thing as bad publicity," especially when they always seem to mean the latter? I've been doing this, too, and it's kind of irritating when I catch myself at it.
In other news, apparently people actually read this! Can't imagine why, frankly... still, handy, that. Sort of.
I'm beginning to hate my music class a lot less. Really, spending a couple hours on the internet while the teacher plays folk music? Notsobad. |
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[Apr. 7th, 2008|02:06 pm] |
I was totally about to post some witty quip about Freud, but I've since realized that I am still bann0red from ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/community.gif) fandom_lounge. Not that this is a complaint, I'm just... pouting.
Loudly.
I actually forget how long the ban was supposed to be, this is a bit off-putting. Damn. |
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[Apr. 2nd, 2008|10:55 am] |
I feel like there's really only one person in the world I can trust anymore, and that person is completely off their rocker right now.
Hm. |
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[Apr. 1st, 2008|08:59 am] |
A running list of who has RickRoll'd me in the last twenty-four hours:
-Bunny comic
-Fandom Wank (twice)
-Livejournal
-Makani
-Wikipedia
-My cousin
Uh. Happy April Fools' Day, everyone. |
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[Mar. 31st, 2008|08:15 am] |
Back from Yukon. I thought I'd never stop shivering. At least the Canadians (of severely northern BC, where there are bison, btw) were nice when they teased me for over-bundling. "You know it ehn't that cold out, ya?"
"I'm Californian."
"But it's really not that cold out. You gonna take off your mittens to eat?"
"No."
Also:
"Kirby, wake up."
"Hrghmwrble?"
"Get out, you have to help me set up the tow rope."
"Hrghmwrble?"
"I drove us into a ditch. Come on."
"..."
And that was my spring break! In other news, first day of classes today. Can you hear my enthusiasm? It leaks out my eyeballs. Audibly. (I really am looking forward to linguistics, at least.) |
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[Mar. 20th, 2008|11:01 pm] |
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Okay, so, it's not realistic at all, but Dad and I are aiming for somewhere in the Yukon, for our big spring break trip. Anyone want a postcard if we make it? |
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| Anonymous Broadcasting |
[Mar. 14th, 2008|07:55 pm] |
Raid Radio, including music and live updates from raids around the world. So far the songs I've heard include something in which the chorus is "All we want to do is eat your brains," followed immediately by the theme song for Pinky and the Brain.
Tune in now!
ETA: Zombie song is Re: Your Brains. Woo! |
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[Feb. 23rd, 2008|12:29 pm] |
:(
Okay, being banned sucks, but the really sad part is that it just took me eight tries to type that smiley. (Or, rather, frowny.) Why am I awake? |
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| this icon is what I look like in syntax class |
[Feb. 22nd, 2008|12:41 pm] |
I love mocha. I really, really do. It's one of my least healthy habits, both bodily and fiscally, but gosh I could just drink like five of these a day. Hot chocolate is too sweet and too rich to drink all the time, and coffee is too bitter, period (though I love the smell of it), but mocha is absolutely the best of both worlds.
It's a social thing, too; I get mochas when I'm walking back from Linguistics with Tracy, and we stop by the cafe on Science Hill because neither of us ever got enough sleep the night before, and we both want an excuse to get whipped cream on top of something. We debrief that morning's syntax discussion over our mochas (sometimes iced, if the weather is appropriate for that sort of thing), and we gossip about our classmates because, really, Alison is a stupid bitch and we all wish she'd just shut up in class and stop leading us off track with something that sort of sounds clever, but will take the entire lecture period to get us where we're trying to go-- and, really, Mark is a douche because he's the only one taking the class who doesn't care about the class at all. The rest of us, if that syntax professor told us to jump we'd first ask how high, and then propose at least three new theories on how gravity works in such a way that allows us to do so. Mark won't work with the groups when we get together to do the homework, and he'll completely ignore our (elegant, compact) theories in favour of something blunt and clunky. He's not a linguistics major, and has freely admitted he's only taking this class for the humanities credit. Therefor, he is clearly a douche and must be shunned.
It's absolutely fascinating how much we're obsessed with this class, though. We're all taking it pass/no-pass, because Professor (rightly) insisted at the beginning of term that a letter grade could not possibly sum up what we would do in the course, and he'd rather do a detailed written evaluation for us. Despite the P/NP aspect, we're all absolute slaves to this subject. (Except aforementioned douche, obviously.) We spend hours debating our homework. We have recurring dreams about prepositional phrases. We call each other up at random hours to spout sudden theories that we have had about how to fix the latest snarl. When Professor starts getting energetic in class, all our hands shoot up and we talk over, around, through one another trying to argue about which clique's theory best explains the phenomenon. We ask hard questions. We stop in the middle of other classes to write down sentences which bring up some point of the grammar that we hadn't thought of yet. And we're doing all of this, not for the grade but for the sheer joy of having Professor right "excellent work, insightful ideas" on our homework, or getting him to hop up and down when we bring something up during discussion. We do this because we want to be right, because we want to be good at it. Almost everyone in the class is declaring a linguistics major, even if they'd never have considered it before.
None of that has anything to do with the mocha, though. Which I still love. |
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