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[Jun. 13th, 2008|10:41 am] |
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[Mar. 4th, 2008|05:42 pm] |
In a week I have a paper due. Then, two weeks later, another paper. Then, the week following that, two papers.
Why, Universe?
No. Seriously.
WHY. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|08:39 pm] |
Mom: You don’t drink alcohol to get buzzed, you drink it because it tastes good.
Me: … This is an interesting world you come from, please, tell me more.
Except less with the polite teasing, more with the caustic anger that taints most of our conversations lately. Never having existed before, this generally causes my mother to fall into a confused, hurt silence until she politely moves on.
This hurt silence and dismissal only bothers me more. Awesome! Thank you, Craziness!
I freaking hate today. |
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[Feb. 10th, 2008|05:02 am] |
11:00 PM: Bed time.
12:00 AM: Still awake. Are you kidding me, body?
1:00 AM: Sleep!
2:00 AM: Y'know, or not.
2:30 AM: Screw this, I may as well fool around on teh intarwebs.
3:00 AM: Let's give this another shot, shall we?
3:30 AM: Fucking christ ...
4:00 AM: Fuck it all, I'll work on that damn paper.
C'mon, body. Work with me, here! |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2008|05:17 pm] |
In my seminar class we're discussing how we're all big machines to house our genes, in the hopes that we're successful and can pass them onto future generations. My prof outlined how the cells of the body all work together to keep it going, but had this to say:
Sometimes a cell decides not to cooperate with the body, and die to keep it going. This cell says, 'Screw this, I want to live!' And that's called cancer.
Maybe it's just how he said it. |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|12:49 pm] |
I think I may have been so sleep-deprived that last night I did not remove my contacts. Then, as per usual, this morning I woke up and stuck two in. O_o
No wonder I spent the whole morning wondering why I couldn't see properly! Good god, what a ridiculous thing to do!
More sleep Liz, srsly. |
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[Oct. 4th, 2007|03:01 pm] |
Mari, you wrote me hot ReGenesis porn on a POSTCARD! I worship you!
And you're absolutely right, getting news besides, 'Congratulations, you can vote!' is pretty much rocking my world right now.
I shall try to amend and send you a cute/kitschy postcard ASAP. |
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[Sep. 1st, 2007|09:19 pm] |
Ohoho, who's packed and ready to GO! I'm packed and raring to go!
Seriously, guys, the whole Uni thing has been an off-and-on stress for me for something like a year and a half, but I've finally got it figured out; my room, my classes, the money - all good!
I have not been so excited for something in - good god, forever.
Cannot WAIT!
Wheeeeeeeeee! |
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[Aug. 15th, 2007|11:17 am] |
![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) riddled, dahlink, what is your address so I can send you the beginning of Tokyo Babylon? |
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[Aug. 11th, 2007|08:51 pm] |
Okay, a question for any of those on my flist who go country-hopping. I was recently using my mac in Norway, and the Google Toolbar in it now only shows links that I can only assume are Norwegian. Like, 'Images' and 'I'm Feeling Lucky' - all in some alphabet I'm sure I don't recognize.
Like honestly. Переглядайте та впорядковуйте свою історію веб-пошуку? Not fair!
Help? |
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[Aug. 6th, 2007|12:06 am] |
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Not dead. Ha! See you in a week! |
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[Aug. 1st, 2007|08:07 pm] |
So I was able to get into most of my classes for the shiny and spectacular U of T, although apparently Japanese is a little weird and I'm going to have an interview and come up with some brilliant and not obviously bullshit reason for why I want to take it. 'I think it's important, in this era of globalization, to be able to speak another language, especially one with such business applications' is better than, 'shiny and I want it now', right?
And everyone cheer for me! They gave me my single room for Morrison Hall! Thank you, god, you know I could not have lived comfortably with another person. They would grate and grate on me until I snapped, and this is even if I liked them.
I kind of feel like I've spent the last year trying to figure a lot out about my life - who I am, my place in the universe, trying to make peace with the fact that I really didn't need to take a gap year, etc. I don't think I've actually figured anything much out, but rather have had chance to look back on my growth since the last time I took stock of myself, which I think was when I was fifteen, and I didn't even like myself much, then. So I'm feeling much more positive about life in general, and where it's heading. I've got plans.
One of the plans consists of going to my mother sometime before the end of summer, and informing her that I'd like to see a social worker. She will be cool with this, as she certainly doesn't want me unhappy, but god, I dread letting her know I'm not sure I'm okay. Gnar, mildly miss the years when it was possible to be all, 'Am fine, will be off freaking out about everything now, kthxbai!'
I'd kind of like my brain to be fine on its own, but a check-up's good for everyone, right? Validate me!
Tonight was good, fun gathering times at stranger's house's can be surprisingly enjoyable, even if half the people in the room slip into Norwegian seemingly mid-sentence.
Then we came home to discover we had left both the windows open and the lights on. Dear god. And so began the mass smiting! Half an hour later, there are squashed, dead things clinging to most surfaces and we're afraid of the kitchen in general. Comfort me.
Tomorrow we head into Oslo, the capital city of Norway, so that when people ask me what the country's like, I can actually tell them something beyond 'I just staying in someone's house all day'. Delight! |
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[Apr. 24th, 2007|06:36 pm] |
conser: I am despondent. For I broke and ate fried food today.
conser: It wasn't even my fault, not really!
krissonia: how so?
conser: Dan bought me food to pay back times I had lent him money - what was I supposed to do, not eat it?
krissonia: see
krissonia: food has money expense, and calorie expense
krissonia: although that food had high calorie expense
krissonia: it was free
krissonia: and so only the level of... say
krissonia: a salad with dressing
krissonia: plus
krissonia: the social compulsion
krissonia: removes the dressing
krissonia: you should have the equivalent guilt levels of a small salad
krissonia: oh god
krissonia: did I just say that? |
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[Apr. 2nd, 2007|09:11 pm] |
I've been feeling pretty melancholy lately.
It's a good word. I used to use apathetic, but I'm not. I'm just quiet and uninterested in most things. I think too much like this.
I've been on my feet for about two days straight, and wow, my feet hurt.
So I've been off them for the night and thinking pessimistically about the friends I want to keep after university, and how many I'll actually be able to.
There's six or seven people I'd like to keep, four I need to, and therefore think I actually will.
I feel good about this number. Four's pretty large.
I've never really understood these posts. They seem so damn narcissistic.
You'll forgive me, I'm sure. |
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[Apr. 2nd, 2007|07:07 pm] |
YOU ARE NOT ONLINE GUSHING AND SQUEEING ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU LOVE ED
WHATEVER ELSE YOU ARE DOING IS NOT WORTHY, NO, NOT EVEN SLEEPING - I DON'T CARE HOW LITTLE YOU GET!
ONE OF THE LAST EPISODES IS CALLED 'DEATH'. DO YOU NOT WANT TO KNOW WHY?
YOU HAD BETTER BE FINDING OUT!! |
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[Jan. 28th, 2007|11:27 pm] |
Me: So, Mom says she’s going to put carpet on these stairs.
Ian: Yeah, she woke me up one morning by falling down them.
Me: What?
Ian: No, I – I shouldn’t say it like that!
Me: What’s wrong with you!?
Ian: I woke up to the horrible sound of her falling. You know, because it was so traumatizing.
Me: You’re a monster! |
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