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[11 Jan 2006|03:47am] |
I love Jon. He comes back tomorrow and I'm excited. When your partner gives your life meaning, does that mean that you are in love or pathetic?
I really do love him though, although ghosts scare me, no matter how friendly.
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| Amsterdam |
[10 Aug 2004|03:47pm] |
I bet that no one is checking my crappy journal anyways... but we had a few extra minutes at the internet cafe place so I thought that I would update and tell everyone hi. Europe is great, of course. We're in Amsterdam now, we were in Paris yesterday, and we'll be in LONDON TOMORROW> allrigh the shift key keeps sticking and unsticking so i'll quit worrying about it. anyways, this place is so strange. brothels are legal and at night women just sit in red light windows along the street half naked and guys window shop for the whore of their choice. then they go in and she closes the curtain and a few minutes later they come out. theres so many of them, too. drugs are everywhere, you can get a joint or some space cake for like four euros. you can buy shrooms too. everyone rides around on bikes, so we're going to rent bikes soon and try not to fill our bodies with so many bad things that we crash into the trolleys or fall into one of the hundreds of canals. today we visited a houseboat for stray cats. we're going to the wax museum and to Anne FRankhaus. freekydeeky dutch. the south of france was fun and i have a real life tan, i look like jen. but it'll be gone before any of you guys get to see it. oh yeah and im almost literally broke to the point where i might not have meals towards the end of the trip. teehee. oohh man europe is cool. BEN AND CARL- if you read this im going to try to bring some absinthe back still but no promises, they only sell it in certain weird places and i'd have to put it in a water bottle or something. theres lots of ron livingstons here.
love,
TAARAA (AS THE Dutch would spell it)
and JON WHO IS USING BEING IN AMSTERdam as an excuse to be a hippie
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| Here we go! |
[21 Jul 2004|12:22am] |
I don't know what the hell I'm doing, trying to keep a journal on and off. I'm not good at keeping up with my life and writing about it for everyone to see. But I'm going to be away for awhile and I figure that I can update in internet cafes and stuff and people can leave me comments so I won't feel completely disconnected on the other side of the Atlantic. So here it is, folks, back from the dead, my livejournal. I can't promise I'll update often while I'm away, but it's worth a shot.
I really can't wait to go and see Jon. I'm going to deplane (!) and see him standing there and run and jump on him and knock us over and be silly and giggly. I really need this right now. And when I come back I'll bring my boyfriend with me and I'll be happy and we'll be happy and everyone will hate us for our happiness. Assuming that we don't kill each other. It's hard to be alone with one person for a long time like that. In nine month or so of knowing each other, we've never had a fight... here's to hoping.
Lately at work I do nothing that involves either New Yrk Life or insurance. Today, for instance, I sat and read Pet Sematary for five hours. Doing nothing can be a lot more boring than you'd think. My cat is standing on the computer desk and blocking the entire right side of the screen, so if I mispell things there, thats why. He's staring intently at my fingers while I type like he's going to pounce on them.
The thought of having sex scares me. I think I'll be chaste.
This weekend my future roommates in my apartment at tech are coming down along with super cool Karen. It'll be so awesome and fun and amazing. Heh. I cant wait. We're going to get the Mormon to drink, go to the beach and talk about all of the stuff we need to buy for our apartment next year. More fun than you might think.
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[25 May 2004|11:45pm] |
I don't get it. I try. I'm a nice person to most everyone, mostly because I'm too apathetic to be mean. I do my best. I work out, I wear makeup and spend hundreds of dollars on clothes. I look at myself in the mirror. Why do you make me feel ugly? Why do you call me unattractive? What am I doing wrong? All of you. I think that I only have one person that likes me the way that I am, and he's an ocean away. Too far. If I suck so much maybe you guys should just stop being my friend and get it over with. Since I'm so horrible anyways. I know that I'm intelligent and not ugly, and anyone who wants to make me feel otherwise is of no use to me.
I can't stop crying.
I miss you so much and need you here.
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| Killing time |
[22 May 2004|09:06pm] |
So it's been summer for about a week. I think that it's going alright. I haven't been to the beach much (just because you live at the beach does not mean that you go to the beach everyday... or want to). My job is incredibly slack, I mostly sit and watch the tugboats and jetskis around the harbor in downtown Norfolk. I work in like the tallest building in Norfolk... probably Hampton Roads for that matter. Yeah, I'm special. I figure that I paid my dues at Chick Fil A, busting my ass everyday for $5.15 an hour. Really, it was hard work (I worked in the back making the food). And now I get $9 an hour to do nothing. Since I only work 25 hours a week I think that I might pick up another job hostessing, the one that my sister quit last week. Its just a coincidence that we have the same last name, really.
Last night was entertaining. I followed Anisha to Henry's house and spent the night drinking with them, Dan Smith, Amanda Dure, Meredith Cutchin, Hunter Braithwaite, Chris Brown's brother, and a lot of other random people that I'd always heard of but never properly talked to before. It was honestly a lot of fun. Those kids are definately ready for college, except when they get drunk the worst they do is make out with each other (thankgoodness). And Chris Brown's brother cried. He's not a bad kid, I just thought I'd bring that up out of spite. I woke up at 8:30 and left at 9 because I had to be back by 10am to talk to Jon on AIM. It's the last time we'd be able to have a conversation together until July 30th. From now on it's only emails and maybe one or two phone calls if I'm lucky. I'm trying to be ok being on my own, but it's going to be really hard. Summer is the best time to be around your boyfriend.
On a happier note, I do get to go to Europe to visit him for about 20 days in August. I'm using my dads frequent flyer miles to fly there for free. They only reserve a few seats per flight for miles users, so I called the other day to book my flights "ahead of time." Little did I know that everyone else's idea of early is a lot more than four months (me? late? go figure).
I'd like to take the 6:00 flight to Gatwick in London on July 29th.
Sorry ma'am, all full.
How about another flight to Gatwick on the 29th?
Nope, all booked.
Um, how about a flight to anywhere in London on the 29th?
Nope
28th?
No
27th?
No
26th? 25th? 24th?
Nope nope and a big fat no.
(thinking my vacation is ruined) Um... well dammit... how about a flight to Paris on any of those days at any time?
Nope
(going to cry)
OH WAIT... we have one seat on a flight to Paris on July 29th, but it's in first class and that'll cost you a shitload of extra miles.
(sad face convinces dad to say yes) YAYY!
So yeah, you're officially allowed to hate me. I'm flying first class to Paris, then Jon is coming down from England and meeting me and we're going to the train station. Then we're taking the train down to Marseilles, meeting his parents who are coming from Belgium, and sailing around on a 40ft yacht for a whole week. Damn I am stuck up. After that Jon and I are flying back to Gatwick and going down to Portsmouth where
I'll live in his flat for the next two weeks. I can't wait. I'm going to try to convince him to hang out in London for a few days with me. I had so much fun there last time and I'd like to see more of it. He hates London though, I guess for the same reason lots of Americans hate New York.
I'm not really sure what I'm doing tonight. I'm still tired as balls from last night but not too tired to not go out. Maybe Angela's house or something with JCoz. I'd like to hang out with Abbe sometime, too. She's probably having girl time with Erin and Dominique.
Mike's flight got delayed but Ben is coming back tomorrow. He got to see The Cure in DC, I'm jealous. Maybe me and him will go to the beach.
This is from Jeremy's journal, I find it amusing:
Apparently "Tara" is some Eastern Religion goddess or something. In Barnes & Noble there was "The Tara Book" that was a portable shrine to the goddess of Tara. It made me laugh, because one of her traits/virtues was being a virgin.
In Hindi my name means "star" or "one who gives light". I like that a lot, mostly because it'd justify me getting a tattoo of a star on my foot (Lyn Mandigo style). However, as Jon likes to point out (he learned from his Irish friends) in Gaelic my name means "Earth" or "dirt". Hence my nickname, Dirt McGurt. You know when they crumble up Oreos and put gummy worms in them? That's what Dirt McGurt is in England. Yeah, stupid limeys.
Annnnnnnnnnnnnd I'm off
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| So what... |
[18 May 2004|09:24pm] |
if i have nothing better to do at 9:30pm on a summer night than to sit in front of my computer and update my livejournal. I feel like an adult now, I work a real job in an office, come home, do nothing, then go to bed and do the same thing over again. I guess thats sort of a lie... I've only worked for two days and after I've gotten off I've gone to the beach every day. I've gone surfing twice so far but the waves blow seriously. Its not even that they're small, there's no force behind them either so you couldnt even boogie board if you wanted to. I'm not really in the mood to update anyone on all of the details of my life recently. Jon left on sunday to go to Belgium and then on to England. It was really sad seeing him leave, knowing that I won't see him again until August. I think that I'm handling it really well, distracting myself with work and unpacking and the beach and my sister. Anything is better than winter break when i had no car and i just had to sit around and feel sorry for myself the entire day. Everything is better in the summer. Erin told me that once, actually. Odd that i remember, but its true. She also told me that in relationships you have good months and bad months, which i thought was a crazy comment at the time, but ive found that to be true also. In other words, Erin is the wisest of us all. So yeah, i've been home 5 days and I've only seen my friends once, which is the night we all hung out and drank on Ben's dock. The rest of the time I was with Jon and the past couple of days nothing has happened. Except tonight but Ben's not gonna call me back and i need to take a bath or something because I smell like the ocean. I think the only thing that will get me through the rest of the summer is constantly checking my email to see if Jon has sent me anything else.
Sorry for the sort of depressing update, I'm not depressed, I just have nothing of interest to say so it comes out sad.
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| I wanna pierce my tongue |
[28 Apr 2004|09:09pm] |
it doesn't hurt it feels fine....
So it's girls night, which means we're going to attempt to do a power hour. The last time I tried was SuperBowl night. It went like this: Tara and Jon start drinking at 7. Although I skipped some shots, I was definately drunk by eight. In all my infinite wisdom, I convince Jon that it's a good idea for us to walk up to 7-11 and buy some more 40s so that we can keep drinking. By 10 I'm wasted... come to think of it I have no idea who won or was in the game. Oh well, it was a good night anyways. Since Jon can't drink for the moment because he digested his liver I haven't attempted a power hour since... unlike Ben's suitemate who completed two and had to go to the ER. This should be fun!
I wish KPax could stay here next year... you can sleep on our couch Karen! BJ still needs a roommate, you can live with him. It's never too late!
Ben has this on his profile. I'm not sure if it's true, but I like it anyways, so here it is....
"Beach people love life harder than anyone else. We have a tendancy to be excessive in our behavior. You won't see us drink one beer, be in the water for just one hour, or get just a little bit of sun"
Actually the more I think about it, it is sorta true. At least for Ben and I, who have sunburns for most of the summer... and remember that one day we were swimming and bodyboarding at the beach for like 4 hours even though there were billions of jellyfish out... and we were covered in jellyfish stings... ha yeah that was great. And as for the drinking, I guess we'll see this summer :)
The South Pacific is going to be badassssssssssss
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| Tummy tummy go away. |
[28 Apr 2004|12:08am] |
I think I'm getting sick or mono or allergies or something. Sometimes I livejournal hop and end up reading peoples journals I don't even know. Those punkemos who all have the same icon thats just either a black and white picture of their eye or their face in semi-profile with their hair in their eyes. And their posts are like this:
Trung and crackers.
And then 35 of their 150 friends respond to that for some reason that I will never understand. I'm just not cool like that.
The Nanny is funnier if you actually date a British guy who thinks he's better than everyone else and uses strange words. Sprinkles are called "Hundreds and Thousands" and those little cat doors are "cat flaps". I think thats cute. And theres candy floss and jumpers and trousers and hundreds of other words pronounced or spelled wrong. Vitamins.
This commerical for Humira just listed tuberculosis as a side effect. Wow. Talk about risk taking.
Movie review: Devil in a Blue Dress
I'm sorry, but if I have to see one more crappy detective movie in film class this semester I think I'm going to do something very, very bad. Luckily it was only an hour and 40 minutes long. Don't see it.
Movie review: Wild Things
More than the lesbian scene, it was a very interesting movie as it had about 80 of those surprise moments that make you go "woah... but wait... I thought she... and he... ahh!". It's fun being rewarded for not falling asleep. A better Denise Richards movie, however, is Starship Troopers. What a gem. Thank you Bryan Nelson.
Alright, for some reason it seems like lots of people I know or am acquainted with are getting married. Is it just me or is that fucking weird?
Rich people really, really get on my nerves. I'm not going to say anything else because I don't like pissing people off or creating drama. That's all.
I hate math. I've taken this class twice now and it looks like I'm going to fail it again. All A's and and F. I have no left brain. Left.
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| Line my eyes and call me pretty. |
[22 Apr 2004|11:12pm] |
Things that annoy me #1:
Ok. Let's say that you're walking to a door to get into a building. Your dorm, a classroom, Taco Bell, whatver. You're still fairly far away from the building but there's someone ahead of you who is just entering the building. Upon seeing that you will also be going in the door, this "good samaritan" decides to stand there and hold the door open for you. And then you feel guilty because they're awkwardly holding the door open for you, so you have to jog to the door when you would have prefered to walk at your own pace. I mean, I open damn doors all day long, its alright, I could have gotten it myself. Thanks.
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| ALRIGHT ASHLEY |
[20 Apr 2004|11:16pm] |
For some reason she thinks that my journal is funny and bugs me to update. Where did I leave off?
This weekend was really fun, since I don't want to summarize all of it and you don't want to hear all of it, here it is in a nutshell.
"We're going to finish this popcorn!" -Bart
"I smoke now" -Angela
Katie telling great jokes
and Jon telling greater ones.
Good times.
I've started working out again. I'm going to run for half an hour everyday. I did that for two days but, of course, I over exerted myself because I get too excited about getting in shape. So today I swam instead which felt really good on my sore muscles. I don't think going to an indoor pool will ever be the same for me after doing three years of swim team. The smell of chlorine, jamming all of my hair into a swim cap, putting uncomfortably tight goggles onto my head... it just reminds me of how much I hated swim team practice. The act of swimming is fun. Being in a pool or an ocean and swimming is fun. Being forced to swim up and down a single lane for two hours is not fun. Plus swimming is the least social sport ever because your head is underwater the entire time. And the meets are five hours long on Saturday nights. I think that Districts and Regional meets were literally over 12 hours long. Yeah. Not fun. Ben, I have no idea why you seem to like swimming so much... enough that you do it in college. That's commitment.
People respond to incentives. My incentive for running is that I spent $40 to sign up for Sand Soccer in June. For those of you who haven't played or seen sand soccer, visualize this: It's 80 degrees out, probably hotter. The sun is hot as hell. Have you ever tried to run on the sand? Not the hard sand by the water, but the soft sand that you sink in. Alright. Now imagine running in that for half and hour to 45minutes, chasing a ball around. It's a normal soccer ball. Oh, but wait. You have to play barefoot. The sand is 100 degrees. The ball is really hard. People's toenails are really sharp. Since you're only wearing a bathing suit, if the ball hits you on the body, it really hurts. You have to play lots of games over the course of a weekend. People break their feet and get compound fractures and dehydrate.....
So basically I'm running because I'm scared of sand soccer. I've played like four times before but now I got junk in my trunk.
JonWAJ3053: my junk is gonna be all over your trunk
What a cutie, huh?
Jon Stewart just spent about 2 minutes explaining the site www.rottentomatoes.com which is Mike and I's favorite movie site. It's great if you want to see a movie but don't know if it's good or not. I just feel cool because Jon and I go to the same website.
Wanda Sykes is funny.
Movie review: Kill Bill Vol. 2
In my opinion, it was better than the first one. Some people found it boring, but I was sucked into the story. A lot less killing and more explaining. We find out about Uma Thurmans past- one of my favorite parts of the movie. And, unlike so many pictures these days, it ends on a happy note. There's closure. Some movies think that they're so damn smart by ending on some ambiguous note and making the audience "think". Thats ok sometimes, but it gets annoying. Great ending, great action, great movie. Go see it. Go see both of them. If you want to kill a few hours and be entertained, these are the awesome movies to get the job done.
Movie review: North by Northwest
Alright. If you're going to demonstrate to a film class that Hitchcock was one of the greatest directors of all time, don't show this movie. Show Rear Window. Show Vertigo. Show Suspicion. Hell, even show The Birds. BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD do not show this movie. I'm so sick of fucking spy/ police movies. I do not recommend this unless you want to waste about 3 hours of your life.
Movie review: City of God
Great movie. You haven't heard of it because its a foreign film set in Brazil, which means its in Portugese and subtitled. No, Portugese is not the same thing as Spanish. This picture is about the gang wars outside of Rio de Janeiro. Sounds like a movie I wouldn't like and you wouldnt either, but it really opened my eyes to how some people live and reaffirmed my desire to do something in the world. That's why I minor in International Studies and Political Science. It's why I read the news everday and keep taking languages I'm really bad at. It's why I take economics even though I hate math. I want to make a difference, and that says a lot because I hate people that say self righteous shit like that.
Jon's here now. I'm guessing he wants me to get off the computer and go cuddle in bed with him. Naked.
Congrats to Lauren on going to ODU next year!!
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| Reluctance |
[19 Apr 2004|12:06am] |
I don't really feel like updating. Typing seems to be a daunting task. I found my livejournal from two or three years ago. I was a lot more coherent and funny then, now I just sort of ramble and lack the necessary skills to make my life seem interesting enough for you to want to read about it from day to day.
Ah, bullet form- perfect if you lack writing ability and want to make it seem like you meant it to be that way.
Friday: I had to wake up at 5:30am to drive out to JMU to pick up Katie. I miraculously woke up that early and awake enough to operate an automobile. The radio sucks, especially in the morning during those horrible morning shows with all the sound effects and voices. Egh. So I meet Gordon, my brother, and Katie at a McDonalds, have breakfast... there's always old people in fast food restaurants in the morning. They go there everyday and it's like a little club. I can't wait. Seriously, it seems like it'd be fun.
Maybe it's because I missed out on 'lunch time' in high school.
So I drive back, go to my single class, take a shower. Then Jon and I take Katie
Hm. You know what. I don't feel like typing the rest of the weekend out because I am completely apathetic. This'll be part 1, I'll finish later.
Funniest part of last night:
Bart: So Eric, what kind of drugs are you into?
Eric: I've done ecstasy
Bart: How many times?
Eric: Um, like every weekend. I just took some tonight. It's wearing off now though.
That's not even the best parts of the conversation... all I have to say is that Eric Kennedy is by far the coolest, most random person I know. Free Sonic all summer!
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| Things work out. I don't. |
[15 Apr 2004|11:46pm] |
So it ends up that my sister gets to come anyways. Yay. My mom's boyfriend is taking a camping trip this weekend up to West Virginia, so he's taking Katie with him up to JMU where I am meeting them at 8am. This means I have to leave at 6am. Note the current time. I normally go to sleep at about 4am, so this should be interesting. I really don't want to drive that far, but it not that bad I guess. I'd only be sleeping anyways. I was happy that Jon was going to go with me so at least I would have some company, but that looks like it won't happen anymore. Oh well. I just took some cough syrup that Schiffert gave Abbe at the beginning of the year... it completely knocks you out. More than Nyquil. I just took a lot of it and I'm already starting to feel weird. Maybe its the placebo effect but I don't really care, I just want to be able to sleep soon. I'm downloading Kill Bill Vol 1 from LimeWire right now. I'm looking forward to seeing the other one tomorrow night.
Movie Review: Kill Bill Vol 1
I thought that this was a very good movie. I do not like excessive gore and death and blood (for this reason I have not yet seen The Passion) however the sheer volume of blood and death in this movie just makes it ridiculous. It's so detached from reality that it wasn't too disturbing. My favorite part was the artsy shit. I don't pretend to know anything about directing or cinematography, but there were tons of bright colors and stunning sets. Most movies about death and revenge are dark and boring looking. This movie would be interesting even on mute because there's so much visual activity. And the best part is an awesome cartoon/anime scene thrown in the middle of the movie. I'm not a fan of anime either, but it fits. Bottom line: you should see this movie, it'll at least entertain you for a couple of hours. You'll want to see the next one though. And that'll take another couple of hours.
I've decided to start calling movies 'pictures' but never 'films'. Pictures sounds old fashioned, but films sounds pretentious. Jen says I use that word too much. Maybe I'm just being grandiloquent.
Calling them 'talkies' would be a lot better than 'pictures', come to think of it.
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| Oh yeah... |
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Jon took Abbe to Matt's so that he can stay here tonight and make me feel better. Maybe that's not the actual reason, but that's what I'm making it. So yeah, don't worry about me. Cuddling will help the healing process.
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| At least I still have my arms. |
[15 Apr 2004|12:43am] |
I'm sad. I'm not sad often. I thought that my sort-of-sister Katie was coming to Tech this weekend to visit me. I had everything all planned out and I was really looking forward to seeing someone from the family again. And then tonight 8 hours before she's supposed to leave, I find out that her ride can't go and therefore she can't go either. Sigh. There's no one to be mad at but it just really upsets me. I saw something like this coming... I just wish I could have been told earlier. So now my weekend is shot and I'm upset. I felt really bad telling her that she couldn't come. I know she really wanted to. My other sister is in the Bahamas on a cruise with a friend and my brother is staying with my dad, so if Katie could've come it would have been like a nice mini-vacation for her. I guess it's back to the hum drum then. Angela and Bart are 'coming' this weekend also- we'll see how that works out and if it actually happens.
The first thing I'm going to do when I get back to Virginia Beach is buy a wetsuit and a rashguard, put the rack back on the car, grab the surfboards and my sister, and go down to 60somethingth street to surf. My best memories from last summer are sitting out there with her, right after sunrise. The dolphins herd schools of fish close to shore to feed, so we'd be surrounded by thousands of little pencil fish. You could reach in the water and scoop them up. The the dolphins would come. They would get so close you could almost touch them if you really wanted to, but when you're in the water with a huge creature thats eating, it's actually pretty scary. You could hear the dolphins screeching even though they were underwater, and you could feel them as they swam underneath. And yes, they do jump just like in Sea World. It's not like either of us are any good at surfing. We have boards that are 10 years old. We can stand up on waves and ride them in, but thats about it. No fancy Blue Crush stuff. But for me, the best memories are just laying in the water waiting for the waves and talking, looking at the dolphins. Memories like that people would pay for. Thats what summers about. And then after surfing for hours but not doing much, we'd go to WaWa or IHOP, covered in jellyfish stings and sand in our hair. Sometimes we'd go in the afternoon, too, when the water feels like a bath and the sun is setting and couples are walking along the beach.
Nostalgia comes to those who feel sad.
I guess that's all I have to say about that.
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| A sober, yet fun weekend. |
[11 Apr 2004|09:28pm] |
Yes, I did have fun this weekend. Even if I didn't I'd probably say I did anyways so that people didn't think I was some loser who enjoyed sitting around alone all weekend. And I do enjoy that in small doses, by the way.
Friday:
RLundy405: did ya have a bunch of british orgasms or somethin
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So yeah, Friday was the best day ever. I woke up early (more than 20 minutes before my class starts) so that I could study for my bigass Christianity test for my Religion class. You see, I should have studied the night before like a normal person, but instead Jon came over and a 'quick visit to say hi' turned into about four hours of cuddling and talking and eating ice cream. So I stayed up till 4 doing that and I literally got no studying done. That brings us up to me waking up half an hour early to study then study more while I walked to class. Studying while walking: you get the joy of feeling like your studied while retaining no information at all. On another note, theres lots of tour groups going around on campus right about now, I wish I had the balls to do something interesting or memorable or funny. But instead I just walk past them and study, which is probably closer to my real personality anyways. So I took my Christianity exam, did ok I think. Then went to Jons room and took a nap with him for awhile. Then, after showering, we were off to find: THE RIVER. I hear about THE RIVER every now and then, some place 15 minutes away where college kids go when its warm to swim and drink and hang out. Getting there was interesting since I've found that college guys give the most vague directions ever. "Yeah, turn at the gas station, go down for awhile, make a right somewhere, then drive around till you find the railroad tracks." Riiight. I wish I brought my camera, the New River is so beautiful. There's railroad tracks right next to it and we saw 3.5 trains. I love choo choo trains. Then we made a romantic 45 minute strenuous death climb up a 75 foot rock face where any step could mean plummeting. Like seriously, I was scared. But the view on top was worth it, a stunning view of the valley and the mountains and the river and the trains. We sat up there for awhile.... it was very nice. Then we literally slid/fell down, because that was the only way to go. We don't hike trails, folks. So my legs are scratched up and my shorts are dirty but it was worth it. The whole time while I was scrambling up rocks on my hands and knees I kept saying "haha I feel like a mountain goat". And HOLY SHIT I looked up and saw a real live mountain goat. Complete with a beard and horns. I didn't even realize that there were mountain goats in the Appalachians. We didn't get back till dark, then we ate fine dining food at West End.
I just realized I've been sitting here in just underwear this whole time.
Now I have a shirt.
Anyways, after a fun day of hiking and hanging out in the great outdoors, we spent the rest of the night watching movies in Jon's queen sized bed.
Ha, I sicken you, I know.
Saturday:
Woke up at 3, work at 4, nothing, nothing, hung out with Jon.
Sunday:
Woke up at 2, visited Jon at work, work at 4, nothing, nothing. That takes us to now. And go figure, Jons coming over.
I think I got him sick. I'm not better yet but I'm working through it. Thank you for your prayers. Ha.
I'm very unhappy with my body image at the moment, I really need to start running again but I'm scared I'll get sicker if I start now. Yes, I'm one of those normal looking girls who thinks she's fat. Oh well, so shoot me. At least you don't have to hear me complain about it in real life.
No one was on campus this weekend, they all should be coming back soon.
My back needs cracking. I need someone else to do it for me.
Movie Review: The Beach
Good for a movie that actually has no plot whatsoever. If it was based on a book, I bet the book is awesome.
I have neither a current mood nor current music.
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| Faking a long entry. |
[09 Apr 2004|02:16pm] |
Oh I'm happy. I have a friend on livejournal! If you look at my info you'll notice that I have like five friends, but no one has me as a friend. But then Angela joined livejournal and now I have one. Yippee. Here some funniness from collegehumor.com - the Ten Commandments of College. Everyone just got their acceptance letters and they want to know what college is like. This sums it up pretty well.
I- Thou Shalt Nap
And God gave unto Student a great gift, the gift of napping. God said to him, You shall spend half your day napping. You shall nap in class, in your room and in your friend’s room. And God said, if you don’t nap, you will not be able to stay up all night drinking. And Student said, Nap I shall, and it was good.
II- Thou Shalt Get Sick All the Time
Now God said to Student, you must be sick all of the time. And student said why. And God said unto him, you shall share drinks, stay up too late, drink too much and make out with people you don’t know. Therefore, God said, you shall be sick all year round. But God said, blessed are the sick for they have partied the hardest. And it was good.
III- Thou Shalt Write Witty Away Messages
Student asked, but God, how will I show everyone that I am funny? And God said unto him, thou shall write witty away messages. God said to student, you shall never just say you are in the shower, you shall say you are getting wet and wild…in the shower. You shall never say you are at class, you shall say you are sleeping…in class. God said, if you do not write witty away messages, I shall smite you. Blessed are the funny, for they will get many girls to be their friends but never hook up with them. And it was good.
IV- Thou Shalt Wear a Hoodie
And then Student asked God, God how do I look like a college kid. And God said unto student, you must wear a hoodie, for it is a useful garment. And you shall never wash it either. Student asked God what kind of Hoodie should it be and God said, you shall own one with your school’s logo on it and you shall own many others of varying colors and creeds. And Student was pleased and God was pleased.
VIII- Thou Shalt Join a Club and Never Go to Meetings
Student inquired of his spare time and God reminded him that he should be napping. But Student said he wanted to do other things. So God said unto him, you shall join a club at the beginning of the semester, but then never go to meetings. And Student asked why he should not go to meetings, and God told him, because the glee club is gay. And Student understood His wisdom.
AND MY FAVORITE:
X- Thou Shalt Gain Weight
And Student wished to hear the final commandment and God said he would not like it. But Student insisted, so God said unto him, you shall gain weight. However, God said, you will not buy new clothes, so you will wear sweat pants a lot.
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| I bent my wookie. |
[07 Apr 2004|06:08pm] |
So I'm getting sick. Technically I've been 'getting sick' for about four days now, which is rather annoying because I know I'm in for it. You see, when I get sick, I don't get sick like normal people. It doesn't matter if I have a stomach virus or a cold or the flu... I always end up with a horrible hacking cough that never fails to convince me that I actually have TB. There's been several times where I've gotten sick at the same time as someone else. We would be sick together and complain.... then they would gradually improve and I would remain sick for about another week and a half. I have no immune system. It's like my body is trying to develop AIDs or something. In fact, I seriously thought I had AIDs due to the severity and duration of my illnesses but it turns out I'm healthy in that respect. Then in November when I coughing up blood I was sure that I had TB. But I lived so I guess I'm okay. And now here I am, coughing again. I will have this cough till June if I get sick now. No doubt about that. Other than being a sign of the horrible things to come, being sick hasn't been that bad. I rocked my film exam on Monday. Yesterday I got an 87 on my World Regions exam, which pisses me off because I'm smarter than that. Yeah, I went there. So tonight I'm dragging Jon along with me to see a presentation about a trip Russia the professor went on. If lots of us go, he'll curve the grade. This means I might have to confront my Russian teacher from last semester. She's a nice lady and I actually went to her house, but that language is so hard I wasn't worth it to try another semester. Especially since my language requirement was fulfilled x3 in high school. She never liked me much. Tatiana wasn't good at completing her homework.
ATTN: Do not take Russian for fun.
I learned the alphabet and some stuff like that. I can now ask you where the library is in 4 languages. And I know what this sentence means.
Морские пехотинцы США ведут уличные бои с повстанцами.
So now I can read the news at bbc.com in 2.1 languages. English, Spanish, and a tenth of Russian. I really want to take Arabic, which they don't offer here, so I'm going to take Chinese instead. Watch out for that in two years, kids. I'm sure I'll have some fun stories about failing that, because my brain does not understand languages but I keep taking them anyways in a vain and archaic attempt to understand the world around me.
Enough.
Bad movie if you ask me.
Right now 'the girls' are at the mall in the other other 'Burg. I decided I didn't need to go and do mall things for two hours when I all really wanted to do is drop off a roll of film and buy the Texas Chainsaw Massacre on DVD. I only own 6 DVDs and zero CDs. I don't really know how this happened. I think it has something to do with working for miniumum wage for three years. If I do buy a DVD, it means I must really like the movie a lot. Not even that, really, I guess it just means I get the urge to watch it over and over. Someone should keep me away from horror movies. They affect my life way too much and cause me to lose too much sleep.
So the girls are out malling. Sometimes I feel bad for being anti social, but I'm sick and would rather rest than walk around and have to feel like I have to talk. Because if I've learned anything about myself in my life, its that I don't mind being with someone in complete silence. But most people take this as a cue to speak. Then I have to respond, and that's when it all goes wrong. Because, ya know, I had nothing to say in the first place. And all my friends are so funny I'd rather sit around and listen to them most of the time.
And I don't know where Jon went. He IMed me and then 'went driving' somewhere. God knows what that means. I wanted to go, though, so that I could drop off my film and buy my DVD. Then again I should give him time alone since he spends so much time with me.
I've gotten into the habit of lying to people on purpose about my clothes to gauge their reactions. If someone compliments me on my shrit, sometimes I tell them I bought it at Abercrombie and other times I tell them the truth- that it cost 9.99 at Target. People like stuff more if you paid more for it and it has a little moose on it. I should write a senior thesis on that.
Good thing I dont plan on graduating.
If you have something from Abercrombie that you're getting rid of, cut off the little logo and mail it to me so I can glue gun it to my shirts and people will like me more, and for much more superficial reasons. I mean hey, you have to have all types of friends, right?
So everyones gone for the moment and I'm bored. If they were here, however, I would probably still be sitting in my room alone. Ironic.
No. Not really.
Today it was supposed to be in the high 60's and I swear it wasn't. Damn lying temperature.
I did laundry and I've been sitting on my clean clothes for the past 2 days because I'm too lazy to put them up and Abbe won't let me keep them anywhere but my chair. Does this mean I'm a dirty person?
I believe in the Yeti. Seriously. Let's go to Nepal. You drive.
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| but... I'm the least funny person I know |
[06 Apr 2004|05:22pm] |
Abbe's very interesting. She'll turn the TV on to something odd or annoying like TRL or Emergency Animal Vet 911 (or whatever) and then, for some reason I don't understand, the part of her brain that pays attention to TV will shut off completely. So we'll watch the spanish channel for 15 minutes before we both realize she's not watching it. Abbe does the same thing when she asks me a question.
"How did your test go today, Tara?"
"Good, I think I did okay."
-Five minutes later-
"Wait, what did you say?"
It's very amusing though, I'm not complaining. I have no attention span either, especially towards other people.
So Saturday night. ATO liquor party. In retrospect I'm glad that I didn't/couldn't wear a skirt because it was cold as nutsies outside. Jon and I had to go through some bullshit to get a DD, but the party was fun once we finally got there. I brought my disposable camera so I'm excited to get those pictures developed. It kind of sucks, having digital pictures. I like being able to TOUCH them. We went home early (at like 2:30) because we were both pretty messed up.
Ashley's pictures from that night:
http://community.webshots.com/album/131201089PdHhqq
She had her entire high school down for the weekend, including Jon's best friend Brenner.... none of us understand, either.
Abbe: "Hey do you know how to weave a net?"
Themed restaurants are the #68 reason that the 90's ruled. Thank you for enlightening my life, E!. These shows are the most addicting ever.
Sunday I woke up at 3 and went to work at 4. I don't remember what I did that night so it must not have been that interesting.
Movie review: The Limey
My personal bias aside, this movie is worth a viewing. Very interesting editing that purposely breaks continuity rules. Visually appealing, lots of color and violence. The main character is in Star Wars. Best movie we've watched thus far in film class, in my opinion.
Whenever we got home for break, I always notice that peoples away messages and profiles say something like "Yay I'm so glad to be home! I can sleep in my own bed and shower in a real shower!" Like most everything else, this annoys me. First of all, the showers here are amazing. When I go home and turn the shower on, the water takes 2 minutes to get hot. Thats a long time to be standing in your bathroom naked, hopping up and down to warm yourself. Secondly, here at Tech the water pressure is so high that if you stand still too long, the stream of water will literally cut a hole through you. At home the shower head is unadjustable... and I feel like there's always still shampoo in my hair because the water comes out at a trickling pace. Ick. And lastly, I share a house with five other people. If I'm in the shower for more than ten minutes (no exaggeration) someone WILL start knocking on the door and yelling at me to stop "wasting all the hot water!!!!". So overall, showers at home have lower quality. And as far as beds are concerned, I love my bed here. I have nightmares a lot because I'm a six year old kid. I still haven't gotten over Dawn of the Dead yet. Now that my bed is 7 feet off the ground, I can be sure that I'll know if zombies try to climb up to attack me. At home I don't have a room or a bed anymore, so I sleep on an oversized couch cushion on the floor of my sisters room. It's not that bad but the cats end up sleeping on my face a lot.
So yes, Virginia, there is someone who enjoys dorm living.
And I can talk to my neighbors through the wall.
Which makes for interesting stories if any of us has sex.
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| YEAH? WHAT? OKAY! |
[03 Apr 2004|07:41pm] |
Lil Jon in the house. I haven't updated since the beginning of the week. This in no way means that I've been busy or overwhelmed. In fact, I can't remember any specific time where I was actually doing something. Except those four hours at the Math Emporium. I got a 60 on my exam despite the studying... math just hates me. I strongly believe that math itself is an entity and it hates me. This week I also decided that I am going to win a Nobel Prize in Economics, because, as many of you are well aware, I am an economics genius. Heh. No really, I just want to be one of those stories kids hear, like about how Einstein failed math and MJ got cut from his 10th grade basketball team. Yeah, I overcome shit.
Not really.
Lesson of the week: Do not, I repeat, DO NOT, propose a 'business marriage' to my boyfriend. Yes, he is British and has an accent and is sweet... and he wants a green card so that he can work here and not have to abandon me for the summer... HOWEVER he does not want to marry you. So go away.
Last night Jon and I went to Outback and he paid, making it our first real date. Its about time. Then we came back here and watched a movie in the queen and chilled out. It was nice. Today I had to get up at the crack of noon to study and give Mike his film book back. My plan for this semester was to avoid actually buying books for class, therefore saving hundreds of dollars. Considering I have all A's (except for math, which is a fucking online course without a teacher OR book) I think that its working out rather well. So I sat and watched Jon work at Sbarro, studied, went to work where I literally stood around and talked to people while getting paid $7 an hour. People always give me that 'ick' look when I tell them I work at a dining hall, then respond with some condescending remark like "OH. Well I could never (bring myself down to the level) work there!" Hell, for a hundred dollars a week I don't mind swiping cards and scooping rotini into styrofoam containers.
On a happier note, tonight is the ATO liquor party, always a favorite. Its even better because I know almost all the guys in the frat and Abbe and Ashley are little sisters. Jon doesn't drink anymore due to his lack of gallbladder and pancreas, so its another fun night of taking care of trashed Tara. Yay. I'm fun when I'm drinking and he knows it. I should go shower now so that I can pick out a cute little outfit. I wish I could wear a skirt, but my right leg has chemical burns on it. Don't ask.
mmm.... burning flesh....
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| Just another manic Tuesday |
[30 Mar 2004|12:22pm] |
No, no, just kidding. My only responsibilty on Tuesdays is to wake up by 2pm in order to go to my single class. Last night I got ten hours of sleep. Abbe did wake me up at 10am playing fishy, the game that takes an hour and a half to beat, but thats alright because I really have no reason to complain whatsoever. I think after class today I'm going to drag myself to the math emporium to take a quiz.... and maybe an exam too if I can psych myself out for it. God I hate the math emporium as much as I hate math. And they won't let me get an Economics minor unless I take high level math courses... the man be holding me down.
Movie Review: Kiss Me Deadly
This movie sucked and made no sense, which is the running motif of all of the movies that we've had to watch thus far in Intro to Film. But Dr. Prince is the happiest teacher in the world, just ask Mike.
Jon had to wake up today at 6am to go to court for his reckless driving ticket he got while we were coming back from West Virginia. Theres no greater feeling than hearing the alarm go off at 6am and realize that you get to sleep for 6 more hours. I really like trips to WestVa, it's pretty there and we come back with gallons upon gallons of Everclear. 95% alcohol, 100% fun. They also have Big League Chew in WVa. Gimme a shoutout if you love Big League Chew. I think we're going across the border one more time, so feel free to give me your alcohol or gum orders now. Cats also live in the liquor store, so I could probably pick you up one of thems. Abbe and Ash and Biggs are eating food in the corner lounge and it smells good. Maybe if I sit out there with them I can scavenge some for myself....
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