January 2011
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PCN 2011 Heads Retreat.
I’m sure I’ve said this multiple times to a few PCN Heads about the retreat, but I feel incredibly empowered and inspired right now.
This was my first team building/student org-hosted type of retreat ever so I wasn’t too sure what to expect though I could assume certain things. Anyway, it was marvelous. Hearing everyone’s stories really did help me see people in a different way. Not different bad...
i wish
i were just as articulate in my speech as i am in my writing; but i’m always afraid that the things i have to say aren’t worth a damn and all those words, all those thoughts are incomprehensible and unnecessary. it’s all just wasted breath.
then again, i’m no more sensical in my writing than i am in my speech.
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"quandary"
what a douchebag word.
just say question, asshat.
um, okay.
so, this asshole always visits my floor and he’s unbelievably obnoxious and loud as fuck. like seriously, what the fuck? WHAT. THE. FUCK? like, visit and hang out with your friends on this floor, sure. whatever. but, BE FUCKING COURTEOUS ABOUT THE FACT THAT NOT ALL OF US WANT TO HEAR YOUR ASS RANDOMLY SCREAMING THROUGHOUT THE FUCKING EVENING. no. No. NO FUCKING WAY, ASSHOLE.
and like,...
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i just have to say it.
i don’t want to, but i might be. ughhhh.
fire alarms and davidson.
so the building i live in—unit 2, davidson— has a sucky history with fire alarms this school year. why? i don’t know. maybe someone doesn’t know how to crack open a window when he or she is smoking a cigarette or pot or whatever. anyway, it’s really irritating.
today the fire alarm went of around 8:20ish am. which was kinda okay for me personally because my first...
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this winter break, i...
visited a friend in santa barbara
got tipsy in an L&L
went to/was sorta in a debut (as a candle)
had the worst hangover of my life thus far (hangover + roadtrip= death)
went to the gaudiest “midnight” mass evaaar for christmas eve
went to new orleans
was a bridesmaid at a wedding
spent new year’s eve doing absolutely nothing
visited BHS x2
watched trashy television
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yay. dorm life.
i went into the bathroom like two minutes ago and one of toilet seats in one of the stalls is covered in what i assume is puke. i’m glad i can have these kinds of things greet me back to berkeley. dorm life is the way to live, yo.
butnotreally.
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travel itinerary
i’ve never so traveled so much in life. -____- the one time i actually really would have loved to stay home for winter break and see friends, i went every which way but home.
basically, right after i finished finals, things went like this: berkeley ——> santa barbara (17-19) santa barbara—->bellflower (19-23) bellflower—->las vegas (23-25) las...
canary.
right now i’m thinking about this short story/one act play by susan glaspell called “trifles” (the short story is titled “a jury of her peers”). there was a plot, but i’m not really too interested in divulging all that occurred. if you feel so inclined, google it. anyway, in both writings, there’s this line one of the characters says—i know what...
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two things.
first, monologues are funny creatures. i went to a scene-fest thing for my old high school thespian troupe today yesterday and i had all these thoughts about monologues that i no longer find extremely interesting to talk about anymore.
second, there’s something about production that really interests me. i’ve been thinking a lot about scriptwriting lately. maybe one day i’d love...
“A Buffy movie without Joss, I would crap on that. Joss was Buffy.”
– Alyson Hannigan (via totesdefsbrill)
truuuuth. anyway, whatever happened to the reboot? is the project dead or still unfortunately festering?
LOLOLOL.
tanthony:
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this song.
please say honestly you won’t give up on me
eww, when i try to express my sincerity
Me: Robert, I miss and love you. :(
Robert: Are you drinking again?
i promise this isn't a common occurrence,
but i’m in one of those moods where i want to tell the people i love that i love them. this seems to happen more and more often, especially now that i know it isn’t as easy to see everyone i want to see all in one place. if it isn’t bellflower i miss, it’s berkeley.
ewww. when did i start having these weird ass fluffy feelings?
leukocytes:
if I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside
on my fingertips and at brain edges
and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.
-Charles Bukowski
i’m usually no bukowski fan, but i liked this.
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i know i'm not the same
but i’m wishful and i’m strained and strange and though i won’t complain i know i stray i know i stay
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texting bobs
him: My family is waiting for forever.
me: For what?
him: To tell you we love you. We're all messed up. Tell you tomorrow.