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Posted on July 25, 2008 @ 3:20 pm
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I absolutely love getting into arguments with guys. In fact, I love it even more when I'm not romantically involved with these guys, and yet our arguments are the typical couple quarrels. It's even better when I actually have feelings for these guys. Fan-freaking-tastic.
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Posted on July 21, 2008 @ 9:28 am
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this is what i get for saying i'm back when i'm really not. so basically, a lot of shit has gone down since i last left any word on this amazing website. i became consumed with facebook and that's not a good thing. anyways, hi everyone who still reads this amazing livejournal. lol.
so first things first: i changed my major. gasp, i know, right? i'm now an english major (which is ironic because i applied to every other college as one, and to bu i was like, "ehhh....engineering). i guess that makes me cool, in fact, it does. i'm still going to graduate on time, which is freaking amazing. but yes. that's the first thing that happened. it was actually right after finals when i found out i bombed physics and would have to retake it in the summer time. that wasn't exactly something that i wanted to do, but i also discovered i had no passion for what i was learning. i was so stressed half the time that i barely enjoyed my freshman year (i mean, i did socially, but academically, no)
secondly: i stopped talking to tim. i sent him this agonizingly long email that said how much i cared about him, but didn't feel like being led on anymore. i deleted him from my aim name, msn name, myspace, facebook, and blocked the shit out of him. oh yeah, and deleted him from my phone too. it's been two months since then and i'm happy to report that i'm doing okay. he treated me like crap, and it annoyed me. who says that they love you but want to marry their girlfriend? he does. what a tool.
thirdly: there's someone else. i don't really know where it's going, but i know i like him a lot. it's kind of sudden really, we've been talking for the past couple weeks excessively, and well...we have a lot in common. he's younger than me, but i don't seem to mind all that much (although i do make a point to mention it to everyone who asks me who i'm talking to and what's going on with my life). either way, it really doesn't bother me. it's just something new. i was always into the older guys because i thought they'd be more safe, secure, and mature. hahaaaaaa. lemme choke on my own words for that one, right? either way, he's nice, and he likes me for me. I find it difficult and kind of confusing that he does, considering i'm not pretty or anything like that. but he makes me smile all the time and my heart skips a beat when we talk.
i'm just worried that he'll realize i'm not great at all. that i'm just this annoying short nineteen year old who has no life at all.
but he's just so amazing. god, he's cute too. and here i am, completely smitten and i don't know what to do. just thinking about him gives me the goosebumps and makes my heart race.
fourth: i'm in school for the summer, taking a writing class. it's actually going pretty well for me so far, and i'm enjoying what i'm doing in the class. it's a good class too, something that i didn't think i'd be that interested in, but am.
fifth: my dad got a new job that he'll be paid a hella lot more. this is important with the economy as it is and i'm really happy for him. he's going to do well at it. plus, now my mom and dad work at the same place so the commute for them won't be that bad. things are looking up for my fam back in maine.
so yeah, that's what has been up in my life.
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Posted on May 05, 2008 @ 2:30 pm
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Sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth. I became consumed with work, life, and all those other delicious goodies. It has been a strange first year at college, filled with ups and downs, twists and turns, and maybe a bit of a loop-d'-loop. Overall, I don't think I would trade what I've learned for anything in the world, minus a billion dollars. I need moniez to pay for college after all. (: In case you people aren't in the loop, I'm in a sorority, and I love it. It's a service sorority and what we do is we bring service to the band. Yes, I am a band geek and proud of it. Yes, I love music and it is a part of me.
Anywayz.
So, I'm also the alumni secretary and the historian. the twenty-fifth anniversary is coming up, and that manes a lot of work is going to have to be done. Oh boy, I'm excited for it. I think it'd be great to get in touch with all of the alumni because they are a huge part of tau beta sigma, and we love them all. (:
tangent,
three finals.
tuesday, chemistry,
wednesday, physics,
friday, calculus.
SHOOT ME.
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Posted on February 05, 2008 @ 11:58 pm
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Quote from someone. "Recently a couple girls have been hitting on me. Girls that know I'm in a relationship with a young woman who fulfills my every desire. Seriously, I want to be married with kids in our own little charming cottage like... yesterday. Quite honestly, I am guilty of flirting back - however brief. Now when they send me those cute little text messages, or call me "Just because." I get like... super pissed. Like... You're not my [insert girlfriend name], stop calling me! And the real kicker, one of them has called me while she knew I would be on my date with [insert girlfriend name] for the past two weeks, then acted as if I were the one in the wrong when I said I have THREE HOURS this week with the woman I love more than anything in this world - material or otherwise, hang up. Next week if she calls, [insert girlfriend name] gets to answer. And [insert girlfriend name] will set her straight."
Number Uno. A couple girls? Damn. What a player.
Number Zwei. Married and with kids? Wow. And last month you confessed your love to me, by saying "I LOVE YOU". Followed a few weeks later with me crying on the phone explaining that I feel the same way, with you telling me that it was okay to say it back, so I did. Hmm.
Number San. Sorry that I don't keep up with the timezone differences, nor do I know your entire schedule by heart. MY BAD.
Number Four. How about, I tell your girlfriend all the things you've said to me? And how you planned on visiting to do what "boyfriend and girlfriends do". Like, oh, what were the examples you said? Holding hands, kissing, blah. And the last, but certainly not the least important, fuck me senseless.
Number Cinq. Or, how about we just never speak again. I'm done with these fucking mind games. I'm done with you flirting with me. I tried to avoid you over Christmas break, and somehow, you sucked me back in with your gentle voice and sweet words. What the fuck.
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Posted on February 05, 2008 @ 11:40 am
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Goddamn Boston College. Goddamn. Why do they have to break my heart further by beating Boston University in overtime? First fucking round. The last time BU lost in the first round was in 1994. They're supposed to be amazing at hockey. This is why we hate BC. This is why BC is known as Newton Community College.
My throat is scratchy from all the screaming and my stomach hurts from the gross food that I consumed at one in the morning.
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Posted on January 07, 2008 @ 8:22 pm
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he told me. he told me that he was planning on visiting on the 10th. he was going to hop on a plane, fly to boston, and spend a week with me. it was supposed to be romantic, adventurous, and just the two of us. it was supposed to be a surprise, but he told me because something came up. his license was suspended again and he had to pay the fine. unfortunately, the money that he was supposed to use for the train ticket had to be used to pay the fine. so now he's not coming. I tried to comfort him by telling him that I wouldn't have been there anyways, but he's still upset. I wanted him to come too, and it would have been really sweet of him to surprise me like that. I like him a lot. A lot a lot a lot a lot. Now he doesn't know if he'll be able to come some other time. maybe I'll go visit him on spring break or something to make up for it.
I just really don't know how to respond to this. He's too sweet to me.
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Posted on January 01, 2008 @ 9:39 pm
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So much crap, I don't even know. Boy troubles, mostly though. And life. Yeah, life. That thing that I live all the time. Ya'know, I wake up at around 12 in the afternoon, I sit in my pajamas all day long playing video games, drink tons of coffee, maybe some wine or vodka, and then I eat dinner and go back to bed at three in the morning. I don't pay attention to my sisters while they play Guitar Hero Three (but I kick their butts anyways) and then listen to my crazy techno/indie/rock/crap and dance in my socks on the slippery kitchen floor until I fall down on my ass and crack up laughing. I guess that's life.
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Posted on December 04, 2007 @ 10:05 am
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I don't know about this hole that I'm digging myself into. I like him so much.
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Posted on November 29, 2007 @ 10:46 am
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Cold shoulder. Ouch.
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Posted on November 25, 2007 @ 12:29 pm
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I never went home for Thanksgiving. It felt awkward being home on a three-day weekend in October. I think it would have felt more awkward staying for almost five days. The bed never felt the same, my room had lost its personal touch, and my pets barely acknowledged my presence. I went to my gram's house to spend the night and then my family came down for thanksgiving at my aunt's. It was pleasant. We apparently had an organic turkey, which is supposed to be really good for you blah blah whatever. Turkey is turkey, no matter what you do to it. Either way, the food was good, the people were okay, and I watched so much college football.
Saturday.
Saturday rolls around and I'm back in Boston, chilling, drinking my D'Donuts coffee and munching on my bagel. Madison Square Garden was hosting this huge hockey event of one of the oldest college hockey rivalries - Cornell versus Boston University. So, naturally, the Pep Band was invited to tag along. I signed up to go, thinking that it'd be a great chance to hang out in NYC (I've never been there before - har har point and laugh at the tourist). I get to go. I hopped on the bus and we drove down. It took us only three hours to get there, so we had plenty of free time to chill. I call up some people, no answers. Oh well. A whole group of us headed to Time Square. That was fun. It was very bright. I made a nonchalant comment about how much the electricity bills were - people lolled. I guess it was funny. We stopped at that Charmin Bathroom place, but the group disbanded and Taco, Rob, Rob's girlfriend, and I headed towards Radio City Hall, and Rockefeller Center (Totally spelled that wrong - don't care). Too bad the tree wasn't lit up by the time I was there, but it was still pretty cool. Oh snap. It was rolling towards 6 and we had to head back. We went to Madison Square Garden, got our shit together, dressed (I did not wear my pep band stuff down - ew gross) and then headed inside.
Holy shit was it fucking huge.
18,200 people were there. It was awesome. I was glad the Dog Pound showed up too, in all their face paint and cheering glory. My favorite cheer of the night was when the Dog Pound decided to shout "We found Waldo!" because the Cornell Pep Band had long-sleeve shirts exactly like Waldo. The Boston University hockey team won, in fact, they kicked ass. We sang Hey Baby at the end, people got a kick out of that, and then we realized it was 10:45. We weren't leaving until 2am. Sweet.
Dean Elmore said the band was invited to Stout's which apparently is a bar on 33rd St. Do dooo doo we walk our way there and find out that the deal had gone sour and we weren't allowed in. Well shit, that's not fun. We decided to head out to eat at the Hard Rock Cafe which was sweet. Ate a burger. Delicious. Then we walked around for a little bit. Joe wanted to see Grand Central Station, so we went there. I made another comment about the benches and where they were. They lolled. Oh boy, another funny. We headed back towards MSG and climbed on the bus. I made a couple phone calls during the day, no answers, oh well once again. What can you do about those sorts of thing. I fell asleep on the bus, we got back at BU at 5:45am. Shit. Dorms don't open until 10am and I had work at 12pm. Well. My big sister tells me I can sleep on her couch. I take her up on the offer. We lug our crap across Beacon Street (which is kind of far from West Campus) and then I crash on her couch. I wake up at 10:30 and realize I should go to my dorm. I went in and went up to the fourth floor. The room was clean. I remembered that we had cleaned it. I set my stuff down, grab some clothes, and shower. I needed to get the face paint off of my face. It's 11:30. Shit. I have work in a half hour. I scramble around, charge my phone, charge my laptop, and then left. I got to work at around 12 (which is when I was supposed to start), and am working until 8 tonight.
Shit, I hope I don't crash.
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Posted on November 22, 2007 @ 11:00 pm
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oh boy. now I know why he's been avoiding me.
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Posted on November 05, 2007 @ 9:02 pm
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Eugene O'Neill is haunting my doorknob. He refuses to let anyone get into the room now.
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Posted on October 29, 2007 @ 3:03 pm
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Red Sox won the World Series. What a big surprise. I was glad that they defeated the Cleveland Indians and swept the Colorado Rockies. The Rockies had it coming for them anyways. Really now. Twenty-one out of their last twenty-two games? Besides, National League is like Babe Ruth compared to the American League. It just sucks. So, Yi-Jang, Kirsten, Christina, and I decide that we're going to go outside. While Kirsten and Christina were putting on make-up (really now - cameras galore), I'm bouncing up and down, opening up our dorm door and peeking out to see who else is leaving. I'm anxious. Of course I wanted to go out there into the streets of Boston and party. People were climbing streetlights, trees, and buildings. People were crowd-surfing, moshing, and dancing. We were chanting Yankees Suck, BC Sucks (Why, because we're BU kids), and Ole! A few people had brooms that they were waving around in the air.
The shitty part was the cops. They were everywhere. They blocked off Kenmore Square and the rest of Fenway. Buildings were shut down. People were going crazy. The streets were sticky with beer and champagne, and the air smelled thick with pot, cigars, and cigarettes. When the cops started to move, they were using their night sticks and shoving people. I saw some kid fling himself at the cops and the police started to beat him down. They were grabbing random people from the crowds to arrest them and holding them down onto the ground with their night sticks. There were cops on horses too. They were pushing the crowds all the way up to Copley which went on until three in the morning.
Parade tomorrow at noon. I'm not going to my writing seminar class. The Red Sox Parade, the Dropkick Murphys, and Jon Papelbon dancing is just far more important.
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Posted on October 25, 2007 @ 10:53 am
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Why I love Boston:
-Red Sox
-Newbury Street
-Fenway
-Red Sox
-Boston University
-MBTA
-Yawkey Way
-D'Donuts
-Freedom Trail
-Boston Commons
-Government Center
-TD Banknorth
-RED SOX
basically. the red sox are amazing.
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Posted on October 22, 2007 @ 3:19 pm
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I decided to go to D'Donuts instead of class, so I walked all the way to Kenmore Square and jay-walked inbetween construction and racing cab drivers. Two large black men were sitting outside of D'Donuts and watched me as I walked up the ramp. They were wearing L.L Bean jackets, as if preparing for winter, and one of them was pacing back and forth while he smiled at me. "Hey baby, how you doing?" The one sitting looked like he could be the other's father, and was just sipping his coffee and smiling at me too. The one who was pacing back and forth just continued to do so until I went into the building. I wondered if they noticed that my shirt was actually the name of a porn magazine and figured that it was a walking billboard across my chest for sex.
Either way, I bolted across the street as quickly as possible after I left D'Donuts with my shitty breakfast bagel.
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Posted on October 21, 2007 @ 12:15 am
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I brought Mike and Ike's to work. In the four hours I was there, everyone had something from the box. It was delicious.
I got a care box. No, not a package - but a giant box. In it was candy (bleh), a mug, socks (heck yes), and some sun chips. well. that's not so bad. I'll just give all the candy away to poor college students where espresso shots fail them.
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Posted on October 16, 2007 @ 3:30 pm
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Sufjan Stevens, how I love your music.
Am I full of myself?
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Posted on October 10, 2007 @ 8:51 pm
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work has its perks. I do my homework. I chat with people. I get to be the really cool one behind the desk chatting up the guys in graduate school.
and I get paid for it all. yes.
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Posted on October 06, 2007 @ 8:36 pm
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I decided to weigh myself this morning. I don't know what compelled me to do that. I guess it's because my 'rents were telling me how I looked different. Well, I guess that's a good thing. I lost twenty pounds in a month. It's pretty cool. I went shopping today too, and bought some cute things. I could look better in them though, but they but yeah. were nice enough. I'll just keep on doing what I'm doing.
Who wants to buy me a belt? I kind of need one now.
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Posted on September 24, 2007 @ 6:52 pm
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I'm either a very good arm rest, or someone just loves to put their arm around my shoulders, all the damn time.
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