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dentist is going to be hard to find. i might have to call them and be like, yo. where you at?
four hours until paper is due and it's still not done. uh-oh.
so many events are planned, so many things i want to attend, but i can't because i have class/theater something/other plans.
i can't wait until today is over.
(but then, the focus will change. something else, something new to worry about.)
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[19 Mar 2007|07:32pm] |
today i got my other two wisdom teeth yanked out. now my mouth is full of ouchiness. i can't eat solid foods yet and i'm not supposed to have hot liquids. so what can i have? (ice cream, oh ice cream...) they made the appointment to take my stitches out on friday, which is when i'm supposed to be going to the festival of the book. so i hope i can still make it, because i really want to go.
grr...i really need to look for sources. fucking six-page paper. i don't even know how to begin doing research.
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[04 Mar 2007|10:25pm] |
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we do this over and over. we watch the same movie twice in a row, then again the next night. we make the same mistakes over and over. we feel somehow connected, but not connected enough.
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[06 Feb 2007|07:26pm] |
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i wrote a really long entry about today but didn't feel like posting it. abbreviated version: classes went well. i'm going to be reading a shit-ton of poetry though, for my four english classes. but it shouldn't be too bad. hall meeting in 1.5 hours... homework? it's too early in the semester. bullshitting my way through...
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is it possible to be addicted to a person? yesterday i watched what the bleep do we know, and it had some interesting points about addiction. right now i'm very warm, but i don't want to turn the fan on. thank god i have class tomorrow. it will probably be boring, but i need it. although today i was productive. through meditation i realize i have much more fear and anxiety that have not been dealt with. or maybe it just arises in meditation because my monkey-mind needs to be doing something. anyway.
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[29 Dec 2006|11:05pm] |
inbox: 42
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i think it's fantastic. the guy that i may or may not be spending new year's with just friended me on facebook. hallelujah. and how odd. so he didn't forget me either. we will sit on the couch sipping coca colas, push his sister's friends out of the basement and hog the foozball table, watch our parents get completely trashed. and maybe, somewhere, there will be some mistletoe.
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[20 Dec 2006|05:20pm] |
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grades:
human biology: B
buddhist lit: B (YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!)
dance: A-
screenwriting: the baby is burning. no, really: A-
piano: A
haha. my best grade is in piano. hi-lar-e-ous. so my gpa dropped a little, but it's all good. (a B in buddhist lit: i'm so fucking happy).
and best news ever: lmu does offer dance classes in the spring. london in spring, here i come!
note to self: dig around in couch cushions until i find enough moolah to go abroad...
but i have a year to worry about that. now: tonight, the coffeehouse. hurray for creative writing teachers. hopefully marissa will be there. i called her to promise a horse-drawn buggy in case she needs transportation, but as of yet she has not called me back. oh wells. hopefully it will all be good, and i won't have any mental breakdowns again. but i am no longer dating jose, so it shouldn't be a problem. (i went through old lj last night. bad idea.)
i want to go downstairs, traverse the rocky basement (aka mess of shit) and somehow locate the piano and practice a bit. piano is my new writing. although i did write some poetry recently. shitty, but ah well. i will have plenty of time for that next semester, in advanced cw. and i am now enrolled in a j-term class, since i never filled out the internship paperwork. haven't figured out what to do about that. oh wells. the answer will come in time.
p.s.--what's with all my elementary school friends suddenly finding god? how odd, indeed. and i am polarizing, becoming more and more impatient to do my own thing...
but i'm not thinking about that. i will just bask in good news, and hopefully sleep tonight.
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[08 Dec 2006|10:31pm] |
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blahblhablhablhablhablhablhabblahblahblahblahblahblahhalbhallblahalalb
bored as FUCK
adapting a screenplay from highs school into a screenplay for now
it's nine pages long so far
i need like, fifty more pages
this song makes me impatient
BORED as fuck
don't want to stay, don't want to go
hungry
always hungry
bored AS fuck
internship tomorrow
lame
BORED AS FUCK
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[07 Dec 2006|01:52am] |
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ugh, two dance responses and a buddhist lit paper due tomorrow/today. no time for sleep, i suppose, but i'm going to sleep anyway. my legs itch like crazy. i need to write these papers.
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[26 Nov 2006|07:57pm] |
You are my sweetest downfall.
I loved you first, I loved you first.
chatting it up with rob. boring. waiting for em to come home. waiting for the contraband roommates, hoping for some furry cuddle time. trying to come up with a dance routine for buddhist lit. i might end up improvising. oh well. i'm failing that class anyway. but jl won't let me take an f for the class, so i guess i'll keep trying. seven hours at hollins and already i'm bored. oh well. i have things to do.
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[23 Nov 2006|03:59pm] |
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i'm sad. it's thanksgiving and my fishy died. mom wants to bury him. i just want to get rid of his tank so i'll stop looking at it. i'm trying to pull myself together. i'm on the verge of tears, but i can't actually get to crying. it's ridiculous. megan called. she said "is brittany or eric there?" i talked to her, then gave her to eric. then ran away. mom said, who was that? megan. oh...what should we do with your fish?
grandma called. evidently eric told her he's dating megan. she talks to me: so i hear eric's dating a girl from your school. do you have any classes with her? yeah. did he meet her when he came to visit you, or what? no, my brother doesn't visit me. i brought her home for fall break last year, that's when they met. oh...funny how things work out, isn't it? why yes, i do believe it's fucking hilarious.
i had a dream i saw dan again. i was like, oh shit, did he see me? evidently i was working at amc still, and they had this new way of cleaning theaters. they weren't really theaters, they were bedrooms. and in each bedroom something had been messed up, and the first one of us who found the mistake got a point or something. it was ridiculous. these dreams have got to stop.
so i've taken to leaving ridiculous messages for people i'm secretly in love with. person. i'm trying to find a discreet way to see him before i leave again for my women-only bubble that is hollins. i have also taken up the art of cartooning. it's ridiculous. everything is ridiculous. if i get ahold of a scanner, i'll post some. i made this bomb-ass representation of my brother. it's absolutely hilarious, and almost cheers me up every time i look at it. i'm debating whether to dance or cartoon for my buddhist lit project. yesterday i decided on dance. today i decided on cartooning. who knows, tomorrow it will probably be juggling ping pong balls as i make banana bread with my feet. actually, that's kinda gross. but cartooning keeps me in a light mood. it makes me see how ridiculous everything is, how ridiculous my overreactive reactions are. last night i wrote a poem. i want to be as large and important as an earache. oh how ridiculous we are. i want to go run in the rain, but i'm cold even here in my heated house. walden. i must finish it. but after i finish my jigsaw puzzle. and write my six page paper that i haven't decided on a topic for. my poor fish. i thought i was such a good fish mommy. oh well, there's nothing i can do now.
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[15 Nov 2006|12:16am] |
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i am all for people who respond to emails.
at lunch em and i filled out the spiritual question of the week, or whatever the hell it's called. For what are you grateful? we wrote random shit: hippies, the eiffel tower, honey mustard, kites, pilgrims, actually having cups in moody, brownies, showers, um... spleens.
decided not to audition for the play, and just do crew instead, with the slightly-socially-awkward john (was it john?) and the rest of the peeps.
tomorrow: back to rbt. need to fill out paperwork and shit. today i ran out of chocolate and that's depressing. but, we're almost home. with some mishaps guarenteed, indeed.
on a sidenote: brittany loves asian people. orrrrrr.... something.
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[31 Oct 2006|12:20am] |
inhibitions gathered, signalling sick, forming walls again. somewhere was safe and now the trees are stripped and the open fields are exposed. i didn't count the tulips. this is so ridiculous. that's the sixth time i've written that. where is my other journal? half-chewed under the bed. fuck chinchillas. i'm tired of finding my shit chewed.
i can't afford to buy light for 200 dollars. nor can i afford to fail these classes. yeah, okay. now what? let them trample me, trod the ground, it's good to pack in the mud, really. too much florescent lighting and stale air. yeah, let them trample me. i'll never be in a relationship. i'm not comfortable. i'm not a sex object. please don't. no, i don't want to see you over thanksgiving break. i just want to run. can't we talk? anyone?
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[20 Oct 2006|07:54pm] |
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why does everyone know more about my personal life than i do?
note: jl = okay and understanding
off to dance gathering. maybe antonietta, maybe cry.
hope.
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[09 Oct 2006|10:27pm] |
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mmm... today i am living a dream. lasst night i had some crazy dream about swimming pools and social something or others, and i couldn't find my parents? and something else happened, i wish i could remember what it was. but i do remember, quite clearly, my real-life friend doing something (i don't know what) and i had my back to him and he leaned over and kissed my neck and i was so ecstatic i wanted to say something witty to make him keep kissing my neck. but instead i said "that's sexy" and it probably sounded sarcastic. but that one moment, with him, i've been living it over today. mmm... yummy. and i remember now what else happened in my dream. i got a job at the movie theaters and they didn't train me, so i had to jump right in behind the concession stand, and some employee tried to buy pretzel bites from me and gave me a dollar seventy-five in quarters, and i couldn't figure out the cash register because it only had two levels instead of three and so many buttons (with so many combos). and then i saw this supervisor-type person and i thought it was rob, but then i realized that i was working at a different movie theater. i wish i could remember my emotional reaction in that second that i thought he was rob. but then my other friend, with the neck kissing. in real life i've been trying to convince myself i don't have a crush on him. but i think i do. oh shit, amc, we are such whores.
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[03 Oct 2006|01:35pm] |
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hooray! dance is fantastic again. no offense to shawni, she's a great dancer, but i feel kind of small when she's around. but now we've switched teachers, and antonietta is absolutely amazing. eating space, leg swings, etc. does she know christine? she should. and kristin too, for that matter. maybe they studied the same thing. i should ask. but yes. she = amazing. and i feel good at dancing again, even if i do fall. and random: the people from roanoke ballet company emailed me asking if i was looking for internship opportunities. hell yes i am! i contacted them at the end of august, and randomly they email me now. sweet ass. i hope they offer me an internship. that would be amazing. life circles. crazy.
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