tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55758502012-02-07T12:11:05.679-05:00<i>Writing is not like painting where you add. It is not what you put on the canvas that the reader sees. Writing is more like a sculpture where you remove, you eliminate in order to make the work visible. Even those pages you remove somehow remain.</i> - Elie Wiesel The Big News:http://www.blogger.com/profile/07138845123832291349noreply@blogger.comBlogger2341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575850.post-20985907113934023052007-06-06T10:50:00.000-04:002007-06-06T11:00:17.382-04:00

Danny and I went to play pool last night. He's tried many times, unsucessfully, to teach me how to **correctly** play pool. I've tried many times, unsucessfully, to master sexy pool moves. So far I can't even manage to hold the pool stick, let alone look sexy while doing it. I do everything wrong. My finger position is incorrect, I wobble the stick right before I make a shot. I have this

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Today was the 2007 class of Xavier’s first day of being in the real world. Finals have ended, the upcoming days will be full of celebration, and graduation is just a week away. And here I sit, now out of college for a whole year. I should be ecstatic, proud of my accomplishments over the past twelve months, excited for the following year. And yet, instead, I am envious of the current

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So I don't have to talk to you through my blog ... what's your email?

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This was from awhile ago... the end of March. I had been seeing someone and we hadn't been hanging out as much... well, I'll let the story speak for itself. (I emailed the scenario to the guy I was seeing, hence the usage of "you"). The Adventures of a Coffee Mug ThiefSo I went to grab my coffee mug yesterday. As I was hiking up your stairs to the porch (me and my heels and your stairs... arg

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Someone named Chris commented on my Barbie and Skipper post. I'm wondering who Chris is. Identify yourself! (Okay, with more than your first name, please.)

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From Straight Up and Dirty by Stephanie Klein. (I found this hilarous.)The Difference between Skipper and BarbieBarbie had fragrant sweet-smelling plastic hair, shiny, flowing like a river, while Skipper, her kid sis, was unscented and forced to wear overalls and bangs. Barbie got insane proportions, a 1950s waist and slim, sculpted calves leading to her always-pointed toes. Always. Clearly

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Yes, I know. I should more often.I moved the TV into the living room. It's a big step, I admit, but it had to be done.I finally feel like a big kid who sits on her couch when she comes home from work instead of a college student eating, sleeping, watching TV, and doing work in bed. *(And yes, that's all that goes on in my bed. I was just complaining about having the TV for company wasn't I?)

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The only cable jack in my apartment is in what I've converted into my bedroom. Occupants previously used the room as the living space, but with my phobias of being too close to the terrifying heater and un-curtained kitchen windows, I've squeezed my bed and most of my furniture in the front room. Which means my little tiny TV sits on top of my dresser and is in perfect view from my daily perch on

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Food Consumption in the past 48 hours...A box of Girl Scout Thin Mints.A bag of M&Ms.A Boca Burger. (Healthy? Perhaps, until you add...) ...with pickles, mustard, ketchup, and American processed cheese.French fries.Pretzles.A "wrap." ...tortilla shell, lunchmeat, more cheese, mustard, tomatoes, lettuce.Cheerios with strawberries.Whipped cream with strawberries.Pasta. ...

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I'm in a workshop this semester... creative writing. I enjoyed this assignment so I decided to post it. The prompt was "write a one sided phone conversation." Tell me what you think. -MB~~~(Don’t answer it.) I have to answer it. Hello?Hi…No, no. You didn’t wake me.(Who is it, baby?) It’s Josh. Hmm? Oh no, just talking to the cat. He’s lying next to me. Mhmm… well you aren’t here… so he

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Art Center Exhibit!  

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Having conversations with a two-year old is like asking questions to a Magic8 Ball. "Odessa, should I have pizza for lunch?""No way."She's adopted in her two years a level of confidence that I in my 22 years have yet to find. Every response is said with enthusiasm, she is always positive her answer is correct."Odessa, what color is this banana?""RED!"Her accuracy is about as good as the Magic8

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The disadvantage to being single is what I call the B-word. You meet a guy, fall desperately in like or a nice case of lust, and life seems quite ideal for a few days. You have one proper date, dinner and a movie. Everything seems wonderful.Then come the convenience dates. You don't have a lot of time so he comes here, you go there. You watch TV and make-out, you talk and make-out, you

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It's funny how after being single for so long, people just assume you'll always be on your own. I'm the single girl in a household of five 20-somethings... I've got the single room, (perfect for entertaining male guests,) the single lifestyle of late nights and the occasional smokey bar, and the single wardrobe of pointy heels and lacy bras. But, spoken women of the world, listen up. There is a

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The Flyer for my Upcoming Art Course...

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She standsOn the edge looking downAt the world all around herAnd jumps Fluid motionBody archedEverything disappearsHer hands touch the water firstShe plunges to the depthsAnd turns She feels the lightReality breaksAs she risesTo complete the dive.

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Closing time - every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end...~In this book I'm reading two female characters, Katie and Ellie, are talking about Ellie's past... and a dating relationship she once had with the male lead, Dr. Cooper. Katie knew that Ellie and Coop had broken up back in college, but her next question was surprising for Ellie. "Who quit?" Katie had asked. Instead

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(For Paul... if he ever reads this... I was wrong. I've only been blogging for three years. Since April of 2002. Oh well, feels like forever.)Odessa (the little bugger that I nanny) has gotten to the age (15 months) where she likes to copy people's behaviors. So I was sitting on the couch while she was playing and I was reading Plato's Symposium for Aesthetics class. She decided she wanted to

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Yesterday was a sad day. My beloved hard drive passed away. In an age where our computer's have replaced pet rocks, this news has caused me much distress. Years of emails, AIM conversations, term papers, quotes, past blogs, pictures... they all went down the damn shitter because I'm the idiot who did not back up a damn thing on a CD.I went from sad to pissed quite quickly.The funeral is

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Easter Vigil Mass with the Life Teen Crowd for Erin's Confirmation  

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Craig, MB, Chris, and Zibba at the Hofbrauhaus for Emily's 21st Birthday  

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I signed up for Hello! and didn't know what picture to post... so I thought I'd add one of my birthday... I believe it's right before I start to pass out... =)

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My 21st birthday....  

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What is the longest time you ever waited for someone or something?Why did you wait?~~~Ponder that. I'll get back to you.

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I've had enough of the jokes about me and my "men." No more "Which one is this?"No more "And we're on number...."Actually, no more men. Don't quote me on that.

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Carrie Bradshaw in Sex and the City knew that her love life was dry when she started comparing men to her socks. I on the other hand, realized that my love life was non-existent (despite the outward appearance of something happening in that department,) tonight as I sat on the couch watching Carrie Bradshaw write about socks. My roommate Emily's boyfriend is in town. He goes to college up in

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I think I've come full circle.Now, I could be imagining that. Especially since I'm sitting alone in my room on a Friday night (with no plans) eating chocolate. Sure does sound familiar, but in a non-circle-ish way. There is also no implication that this is the end ... I'm sure I will begin another circle just as I finish this one off. Ok. I should warn you. I'm on cold medicine. And I had a

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Do you ever wonder why?

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Why does everything in our lives have to be so complicated?Why can't we just accept things for what they are and not have to continually analyze them and worry and make ourselves sick over every little detail?Leave me alone on this. I'm happy gosh DAMNit. For once I'm trying very very hard not to analyze my life and ESPECIALLY my relationships. And when I do analyze them, let me do the

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I have become one of those women who post song lyrics on their blogs instead of blogging themselves. Figures. Brian complimented me yesterday on being attractively happy. I suppose I didn't realize how unhappy (and therefore unattractive?) I had been. Since Mickey asked me to join the retreat leadership team... things have been changing. Perhaps it's just because I've been getting back to my

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Anna Nalick - Breathe (2am) 2am and she calls me cause I'm still awake Can you help me unravel my latest mistake I don't love him and winter just wasn't my season. Yea we walk through the doors so accusing their eyes Like they have any right at all to criticize Hypocrites you're all here for the very same reason. Cause you can't jump the track We're like cars on a cable And life's like an

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Ben Harper - Forever Not talkin' 'bout a year no not three or four I don't want that kind of forever in my life anymore forever always seems to be around when it begins but forever never seems to be around when it ends So give me your forever please your forever not a day less will do from you People spend so much time every single day runnin' 'round all over town givin' their forever away but

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Kris wonders why I haven't posted lately. I'm living life, quite amazingly. Muahahaaa.

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Moral of the day: Don't bake cookies and clean house unless you know for sure you are having company.

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It's strange how songs get "stuck" in your head, and you find yourself humming to a certain tune and singing a certain lyric over and over again... but you don't know what song or who sings it.... Well this morning, I find myself humming the sole lyric: "How stupid could I be." Granted, that phrase fits in perfectly with my life, but this morning it was even more ironic. So here we go, the

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And so it begins. I've become the only single woman in my apartment. Ally has Scott (all the time since she is never home....) Heather has Luis. (Also all the time since her roommmate Ally is never home....) And now Emily has her Scott. (Not all the time unless you count hours online and over the phone.) And so, that leaves me. I feel like a New Year Resolution should be to get out of

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Why is it that people ask you the annoying question "How do you feel?" when you turn a year older? Just because it was my birthday does not mean I feel any differently than twenty-four hours ago. (Excluding this birthday when I had the exclusive experience of 21st birthday drunkenness/hangover.) What a stupid question, honestly. Here's how I feel now that I've been twenty-one (versus only twenty

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My birthday toast with Fida Aziz (an old junior high friend who has the same birthday,) was interesting... Sex on the Beach shots from a bartender at Macaroni Grill who hadn't made (had?) Sex on the Beach in awhile. My lovely calendar from Tom. (Chip-en-Dale.) The pj's from Denise that I ended up wearing much later in the evening and obsessing over the bow on the front of the shirt. The card

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I just found out this evening that Billy Bob, or whatever his code name was, is flying out to meet his new girlfriend's parents sometime soon. And that she will be moving to wonderful Cleveland in April or May. When I was in elementary school, one summer Kris and I were playing soccer in her backyard with some of the neighbor kids. Soccer is what drove us apart in fourth grade, (she was into

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Don't you hate that phrase? It's like, okay I know I am amazing. Just skip that part and tell me what went wrong. There is a line forming of people waiting to tell me "I told you so." Go ahead. I'm actually in line myself. I think the best part of him telling me was the when he said that if things didn't work out between the two of them, (when she realizes she doesn't want to move to crappy

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My mother said that my sister wanted clothes for Christmas. At first I thought she was talking about Kel, but no. Lindsey all of a sudden is into clothes. (??) This was the sister that only wanted a dog, (which she now has,) and refused to wear pink. This is the sister who worshipped Eminem. This is the sister that says "duh" and "whatever," rolls her eyes, snorts, and flairs her nostrils.

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"When I was little girl, I used to spend hours looking for ladybugs. Finally, I would just give up and fall asleep in the grass. When I woke up, they were crawling all over me." - Under the Tuscan Sun This is how I feel. That I'm searching and searching for ladybugs and I just need to give up and get on with my life and then maybe, just maybe I'll wake up and they'll be crawling all over me.

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Meh. My new word for "I'm not feeling good but I can't put to words what doesn't feel good." Perhaps it's the bronchitis. Perhaps it's the cough medicine talking. Who knows. (The cough medicine last night liked talking about threesomes and $100 Create-Your-Own-Dildo-Kits... so who knows.) Girls who put yellow smiles on their AIM profiles should be hit in the head with a brick. One smile is

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Let's say you have two suitor-ettes. One lives on the other side of the country, but who's counting the miles? The other is from your hometown, but currently goes to school in the southern area of the state. Now let's say that your name is Billy Bob. And the girl on the west coast, she's named Suzie Q. And the girl from you're hometown, Carrie Ann. Now, Billy Bob tells Carrie Ann all

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Have you ever really listened to Cake? They make me smile. (Short Skirt, Long Jacket.) So I felt like blogging, but I really not sure what to say. I envy the blogs that are more daily journals... I feel I should head that direction instead of continuing on the infrequent obscure blogging path I've created. On that note... I ... well, um... went to class today? I talked last night online

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For old times sake... a rewind through blogger history... Vino (1/24/2004) I had a few dreams last night that Chris brought me a bottle of red wine. I woke up and had to think for a few minutes where I stashed it... remembering after awhile that it was a dream. Is it bad waking up at ten thirty and wanting to drink the whole bottle of wine? Freak (12/24/2003) My sister, the seventh grader who

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I should be making dinner right now. I promised the girls I'd attempt some eggplant parmesan... but it's just not going to happen. I made chicken cutlets (big Italian family thing,) last night... all on my own, sans recipe. Everyone actually liked them.... (which reminds me Mr. SB... if you come down here I'll cook you dinner.) So anyway, I felt the need to call my dad and tell him all about it.

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Steve and I were talking today about "my book." He swears that if I never write it he's going to... but he's not ready to get started on it because he's not quite sure how it ends. After all, I'm still alive. I haven't come to any point in my life that would be a wonderful ending for a book. ("College student stays lost in the confusing world of men, household politics, and GPAs?") I don't

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I've been thinking lately about appearances. Not exactly how we look physically, but how we present ourselves. Does anyone really know who we are? Women at the bookstore think I'm the baby's mother. My roommates think I'm a soccer mom. Professors think that I pay attention and I'm a good student. I don't know why this is bothering me really. It just is. Who am I? Will anyone really know

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There's a difference between being honest and using honesty to deliberately hurt someone. Just to clarify.

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Don't be nice. Be honest. That's my advice for the day. I'm tired of people being nice, pretending they agree when the really don't... saying things they don't mean just so they don't hurt my feelings. I feel like I'm being nice right now. How about I try that honesty thing. Shut the fuck up if you're not going to be honest with me. It will make my life easier, and then you won't have to

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It's funny, you stand there in the middle of the street for so long, and you finally decide to move out of the middle of the street, and a little car runs you over. The whole time you were dodging the semi, you never thought to dodge for cars. Figures.

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No, not the vegetable. The noise you make when you get run over by a semi-truck because you were standing in the middle of the street. You ask your now flattened self, why was I standing in the middle of the street? Your detached head replies: "Because you thought that you wouldn't be run over like the last ten times you stood out here." Moral of the day: If you stand in the middle of the

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Here's me, being an idiot. A Conversation: Brother: Dunno what to tell you about [that guy] though. Little Sis, aka Me: I'm not going to do anything. I'm going to be my usual practical self and be rational about things. (Long Pause.) Me: Well maybe that's not my usual self, but you get it. Brother: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA Brother: Oh, wait...was that my out loud voice? Brother: I'm

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My father has a list of topics he runs through during each phone conversation that takes place between us. The usual... how are the grades, find any scholarships, talk to your advisor - get some advice... like any obedient daughter, I don't have to listen anymore to know which response to give to each command. For some reason tonight we began talking about the "household." My father seems to

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On campus this week there was an exibit called "Eyes Wide Open." Across the walkways and greenspace there were shoes and boots representing the lives that have been lost in the Iraq war. You walk to class, to dinner, to a meeting and all you see are these shoes. Shoes of civilians - heels, sneakers, little slippers from a child. Shoes from the troops - with US flags and small namecards. Joe,

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Sports bras are ugly.

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Something's seriously wrong when you lose the ability to blog. It's even worse when SBS finally put you back on his links. ~~ In what remains unsaid, the story unfolds.

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My roommate yesterday asked if I ever stopped reading. Perhaps when I decide to start living life instead of just reading about it.

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I always wondered about those panty hose with Extra Support. I now know why. Thanks for the support with the caving-dickhole-problem. Let's just say I'm not good at listening, I hate taking advice, and I really need to learn for myself... but I'm trying. That's about all I can give you right now. Atleast he's keeping up his end of the deal right? It just sucks that it's so easy for him to

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(This is for Kimberly. She's going to love it most of all.) Psychological Psychology really is physiological psychology. Makes more sense that way, but also makes it much much harder. It's going to be a cheery semester, with a three month research project on The Biology of Suicide. Not to worry, the - tanning bed tan pop the collar of your brand name polo while you write in your color coded

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We adopted a dog yesterday, he comes home Friday. No, I'm not lying. Any ideas on a name? I feel like I should take part in the naming of the mutt, even though I'll only be living with him for an evening. Kelly refuses to agree on the name, she's going to call the dog Bob (the fourth). Everyone else refuses to call him Bob since all of Kelly's fish named Bob have met an unfortunate death.

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I don't remember when I stopped enjoying swimming. I remember the kid who had chicken pox who still came to lessons, I can recall gracefully diving into the deep end. I know the butterfly, and the breaststroke. I loved the backstroke. I could never float though. Even at a young age I couldn't trust enough and give up control - I'd begin kicking my legs and fear would take over and I'd sink

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My mother was mad at me yesterday. Mad probably isn't the correct word. Furious. All over something she herself called petty. When it comes down to it, it doesn't matter why she was mad, just how she was mad. She was downstairs in the basement and came storming up to yell at me. I'm upstairs in my room, so she stood at the bottom of the steps yelling random comments my direction. She's never

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When you walk into Third Federal, the first thing you see is yourself... on our security TV. It becomes entertainment when kids come into the branch. Some, frequent bank robbers, already know of the TV, and come in dancing. (They also know where the suckers are, and leave skid marks on the floor when they round the corner running.) Others don't notice the TV at first, and don't believe it's real.

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Very funny quote.  Even funnier website.    "What good does it do to know that Joe and Jane are married?  The news we really need is who's breaking up - so we can go and console and hit on them."  (Flint Wainess, co-creator of BreakUpNews as quoted in Newsweek's article  Till Blog Do Us Part.   On the same topic, (even though the connection will not be quite apparent to most,) I went to

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Memo:   Don't ever tell me about the "amazing" asses of other girls.   Don't ever accuse me of "looking at the guys' junk in their spandex."   EVER.   Now does the world understand why some women are destined to be single-ites?  They meet men like this.    ~~~   I'm writing a book.    This has a very good chance of being in it.

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This is your life Are you who you want to be? This is your life Is it everything you've dreamed it would be, When the world was younger and you had everything to lose. (Switchfoot, "This is Your Life") Happy Birthday Blog.

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Why is it that once your boyfriend/ex-boyfriend/boyfriend/guy you spent five years mooning over/ex-boyfriend/boyfriend breaks up with you for the FINAL time and promises to be your best friend it almost always ends up being a lie? Let's face the music and dance. Newsweek's cover article this week was about women and infidelity. "The New Infidelity." (Scroll down.) Breaking statistics on how

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Tonight's movie, (which became tomorrow's because I was distracted,) said, quote: "Rated R for strong violence and sexual content, and for pervasive language." Pervasive reads in Webster as "something that pervades." (Didn't Webster learn in second grade not to use the word, or a form of the word, in it's definition??) Pervade. That explains the language in tonight's movie now doesn't it?

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Perhaps I should apologize for taking a un-notified hiatus. Perhaps not. I realized somewhere pre-hiatus that I no longer had an opinion worth writing about. My stories no longer seemed funny, my days dull. My opinion usually someone else's, verbatim. Today, I have an opinion. I also have a story. ~~ Kel and I did movie night tonight. Did you ever wonder why on the back of

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When I titled this Blank Canvas I never realized just how blank it would become. ~~ I'm not liking my summer job so much. My boss thinks I'm a no-good ditz, which, according to psychological studies, causes me to be somewhat of a ditz, in the bank world atleast. One day I tried putting in the date for the account number, and my last fiasco was when the customer, wanting a balance on his

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I'm lacking the enthusiasm to write. Blah.

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(By the Dixie Chicks) I took my love and I took it down Climbed a mountain then I turned around And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills Well the landslide brought me down Oh, mirror in the sky What is love? Can the child within my heart rise above Can I sail through the changing ocean tides Can I handle the seasons of my life Well, I've been afraid of changin' 'Cause I built my life

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It has been ten days. That's all I can bring myself to say. This summer is going to be very long.

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Allergies are a beast. ~~ A friend of mine told me the other day that I hadn't been myself lately. I think it was a direct reference to the "me" before Xavier, and the "me" after Xavier. Also my father, and some select other people, still believe that by transferring I have "lost my faith." I'm not quite sure that leaving Franciscan (also known as "Heaven on Earth for Catholics,") would

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Quotables From a friend's AIM profile: When we find someone who's weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirndess and call it: love, true love. Other random quotes: Life isn't about finding yourself, life is about creating yourself. -Unknown You're going through hell. Keep going. -Winston Churchill May the road rise up to meet you,

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Neurotransmitters Firing Where did my shoutbox go? Why doesn't anyone blog anymore? The blogging world has become quite boring. It's May. Wow. Just found out I'm going to be mainly at the Brunswick branch of Third Federal... plan your lunch breaks with me! I aced Lab! YAY. Didn't think I could do it, but I succeeded my expectations. Reds game on Thursday, quite excited. It will be

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From the Bible Geek, a gentleman who picks out a Bible quote and sends out an email... haven't read a Bible Geek in over a year... Scuba had this one on his blog... hit a nerve. Read it for yourself: “See what love the Father has bestowed on us that we may be called the children of God. Yet so we are. The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him.” – 1 John 3:1

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Craziness from this weekend: Em, at the Pub: I'm so bad at starting conversations, I don't know how I'm going to... oh wait, I'll be inebriated. Em and Tom (Dubliner Tom,) in the backseat of my car, punch drunk: Soccer mom! You locked us in the car, we can't get out, help us get out! (They were serious. All they had to do was open the door.) The other Tom, giving advice: Well you are more of

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I began my blog search looking for a particular post. I found the one I previously copied, below, about my dream, and, almost a year earlier than that post, two years ago, I blogged this - the original post I was looking for: Something is not right - and I am in a mood. The Hopi Indians have a word they use when it seems the world is wobbling, and life has gone out of balance... koyaanisqatsi.

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I dreamt a dream last night... I was at Franciscan in my wing's hallway. I saw Sarah, and girls heard us and began coming out of their rooms. I must have been visiting... it seemed to be a year after I transfered. I had shorter hair (I know, shorter? How can it get shorter?) and it was styled similar to how I have it now, but it was lighter, hilighted. I was wearing this no sleeve turtleneck...

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Blogworthy Heather Quote (While in the library studying Anatomy...) Heather: Do you know that the first body part that starts forming is your anus? MaryBeth: So basically that makes you a little balloon? Heather: Nope, basically that makes you a little butt.

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Mom gave me some good advice yesterday. "Don't just settle because it's comfortable," was my favorite piece of her wisdom. ~~ The past two days have been hell - a few quizzes and tests, high stress with relationships, hot weather, crazy work schedule, Emily's car was impounded, I have a big Anatomy project, and then, a huge migrane to accompany me for my Friday night fiesta. I love my life.

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Popey Pope and the Shoutbox Argument It all began on Friday, April 9th when I blogged this: "Also, more importantly, what's with the Pope? I'm not to thrilled with his new addition to the euthanasia definition. "Euthanasia by omission" is what the Pope termed it, a medical treatment of feeding tubes for those in a vegetative state has now become "basic care." (USA Today) It's our moral

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Musings and Silk Stockings At some point, you start to wonder why you take off the Victoria's Secret red silk robe and replace it with an old Life Teen t-shirt and rubber duck sweats. Or why you pick up the old tattered Nancy Drew instead of last month's Cosmo when you have nothing else to read. Or, why you still close your eyes during the sex scenes in the racy foreign film your Spanish

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Randomness: Did anyone hear more about Shoutbox closing down? Perhaps it was an April Fool's joke. My hair is crazy. Shorter, (yes, it is possible,) with outrageous blonde highlights. I'll probably begin liking them when it all is grown out and needs to be re-done. It would figure. Oh well. I miss school and work. I hate sitting around being bored, when it is all I have to do. I would

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Dreams Chris always mentioned the things you don't talk about in bars. (It seemed that the conversations always leaned towards the unmentionables.) Politics, religion, something else I can't remember. Over the weekend, (after work at the bar across the street,) I met a co-worker's friends, Brit and Tom. Brit and I sat and talked for a few hours, and in conversation he asked me about my

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From my blog hopping, some wonderful writing: This is Chicago. Doors open on the left at Chicago: ...Chicago is crosswording on the El, poetry posted at Sheridan, chainsaw art on the corner and a different lecture every night. Chicago is the girl. The girl, the girl, the girl. Chicago is kissing forever, holding hands through two black gloves, seeing her smile at last. Chicago is happy happy

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Before I even begin my Anatomy story, I don't recommend Mystic Tanning. Secondly, Big Kids Only for this blog. If you still play the Penis Game in crowded rooms or on the bus, don't read this. (If you've never heard me say penis before, you may not want to read this either.) In Anatomy today we learned about the Reproductive System. Actually, the Lab was entitled "The Big Night." Now I

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Tidbits of my Sunday: XU lost. Phoo. I'm hot as hell. Sexy also, yes Kris, but it's midnight and still probably in the 70s. Heat rises, and I'm in the penthouse. Add one to the seven I was rambling about before, subtract one I already crossed off, and uncross all the others. Stubborn is in every one of their dictionaries. Damn them. Parents and girls are coming down tommorow. Party at

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Cranky as hell. People piss me off. Other than that, life is fine. Went out after work Friday night. Something else that pisses me off... I'm sitting with six or seven co-workers, most of us college students, drinking. We are all carrying on somewhat intelligent, normal conversations, as much as normal can be after a few red-headed sluts... (which I had nothing to do with I swear,) and

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Go XU! Emm, India, and I were watching the rally as the basketball players load the bus and head off to Atlanta (Sweet 16 games!) from my sixth floor window. The fans and cheerleaders were doing the school chants, and at one part they were spelling something. I turned to Emm and asked her what they were spelling. "Umm, Xavier?!" Yeah. I'm dumb. Another dumb moment from this afternoon -

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Standing at the Mailbox I walked away last night. Stood at the front door for ten minutes to make my impulse decision less impulsive. It has been fifteen hours. I've made it as far as the mailbox. ~ I bought new pens, the kind that ooze out ink in a black wave and often smudge. I started crossing off names a month ago. Bob: Stagnant. Earl:Irreparable. Las:Platonic. T.:Unrealistic.

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I'm still contemplating a book about my soap opera life. I hate drama, but I seem to attract it like men. Seven men to be specific. Most of them creating drama. *Long exaggerated sigh.* ~~ I finally made it to see The Passion. St. Patrick's Day, after I got off work, I was hanging out with Lee (one of the seven, I met him a few times through his brother Sam, my co-worker,) and we started

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Another passage from my Lenten black book: "Vengeance prevents us from moving forward, for it simply adds evil to evil. Jesus calls us to break the vicious circle of evil for evil, and to respond to evil with goodness, thus bringing creation closer to its destiny." Something even more thought provoking from yet another passage, quoting Einstein: "Looking at the colossal universe with all

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Just as priests are the all-knowing about marriage, Oprah and some adult co-horts are the all-knowing on teens. Does anyone else see the problem with this?

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Before falling asleep last night ("anoche," I have a Spanish midterm Monday, eak,) I thought more being stuck in the mud. More specifically about knowing what I want and feeling like I'm not... getting anywhere. So, while being distracted more than ever this afternoon while I tried to do my Anatomy, (also something I have an exam in on Monday,) I put on my music. My computer Media Player has

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I can't sleep. I just got back from work, it's three ten in the morning, and I tried going to bed but my brain is on overload. I can't adjust... I just spent nine hours running around at the Dub, and now I have to sleep? It's not happening. Chris noted my lack of posting and thought I was speechless. Perhaps I am. Perhaps I have nothing to say worthwhile. Actually, I was thinking about my

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I've been recieving random comments about my hair. (I cut it all off.) Random, as in from people I don't normally talk with. So, it's got me wondering. Is this a usual me thing, where people notice me and I never notice them? (They feel comfortable complimenting me where I don't remember their name?) Or! Is my hair that awful that people want to make me feel better by complimenting me

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