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Wednesday, May 12th, 2004
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8:30 pm
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| Saturday, March 20th, 2004
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5:33 pm - 3/19 - a day that will live in infamy
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| Sunday, March 14th, 2004
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10:06 pm - Jen's new LJ...
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| Friday, March 12th, 2004
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7:59 pm
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7:03 pm
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( Today... )
Yes, those are lecture notes, and yes, I began to take notes on my dream. There was apparently a green car, someone's grandfather, and someone saying Hello Hello Hello...
Long story short: I am going to lower myself to higher standards. I've got a poetry paper due on Wednesday and IT WILL BE DONE BEFORE THE WEEKEND IS OVER!
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| Wednesday, March 10th, 2004
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7:57 pm - oh hell yes.
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3:08 pm - Heeee*eeee*eeee.
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12:43 am
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If I hear one more person use the word "retarded" in a context that does not follow "clinically" or "medically," I will start kicking asses. Or something. It's not a term for "stupid" or for things someone doesn't like, it does not make your point clearer by means of profanity, and it makes the person saying it sound like a simple-minded redneck. The same thing goes with the word "gay," which people use in (not so ironically) the same exact context. Gay and retarded are not the same thing and are not interchangable, and are not there to cement the sentences of the ignorant. Stupid is only barely permissible, but since it's already deep in language as a term for something people don't like, there's not much we can do about that.
Seriously, I am so tired of people dismissing the struggles of huge groups of other people in order to sound, like, cool and stuff, ohmigod. STOP.
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| Tuesday, March 9th, 2004
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4:01 pm
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I feel bad! I went to the (belated) conference with my poetry prof, and the reason he's giving me a different assignment than the rest of the class is because he knows I can write more interesting topics than just image crap again and again. He knows this from my essays, from my responses in class, and also, "because you look profoundly bored." I don't mean to look bored! I actually try to look engaged in that class! I think he's picking up on the irritation towards the other students in the class who STILL DO NOT KNOW WHAT THE TARGET AND A VEHICLE OF AN IMAGE ARE after ten weeks. So, now I have to write a harder, longer paper, in less time. Before my ethics papers, and reading up for my other English final. At least I know I'm getting 2 A's. Two big fat gleaming A's.
More good news - I GOT INTO CREATIVE WRITING 176! Not such a big deal, but I've been trying for two weeks now to weasel my way into that class, mostly because I love Professor Johnson and I need that class for my BA, but today I found out for sure that I'm "definitely in the class." Thank God.
Now I have to get through the rest of this week (ugh). But I lost five pounds (yay)!
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| Monday, March 8th, 2004
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2:49 pm
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| Sunday, March 7th, 2004
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9:47 pm
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| Saturday, March 6th, 2004
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12:42 pm
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| Wednesday, March 3rd, 2004
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11:28 pm
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Does nonfat Ranch dressing taste like stomach acid to anyone else, or do I need to get a new bottle?
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| Tuesday, March 2nd, 2004
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7:19 pm
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I spent 130 dollars on food today. That makes me sound like a pig, but in a fit of self-motivation I emptied out my stuff from the fridge, threw it all away (did you know one of those quiches from Trader Joe's is 510 calories?? Fuck's sake), and went shopping. I bought vegetables I don't like, I bought soy stuff I've never tried, I bought liquid eggs and cottage cheese and V8 and whole grain bread and oat bran.
I don't want to keep looking like this all through my twenties, is my point. I look okay but I've gone through most of my life (since I was 13 or so) settling for the way I looked, convincing myself that it wasn't going to get better. Fuck that. I think I can lose forty pounds in six months. This is my official starting date.
This diet though, it doesn't allow for caffeine or alcohol. Shitcakes. That, my friend, is going to be the deal breaker.
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| Monday, March 1st, 2004
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3:46 pm
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I can't find the Oscar video of Mitch and Mickey. Very crying I am!
I seriously can't express how much I fucking loved "A Kiss At The End of the Rainbow." Like, I knew it wasn't going to win versus fucking Lord of the Rings, but still, the thrilllll!! "A Mighty Wind" at the Oscars, hoooo boy. Eugene Levy and Catherine O'Hara rock my fucking world, playing in character and everything...that made my night. Screw everything else. Except! Sofia Coppola winning (heeee) and Sean Penn and Tim Robbins, my liberal boys, both winning (heeeeeeeee) and Kiss at the End of the Rainbow...or, did I mention that already?
Heeeee. Made my fucking night.
( Cause I couldn't find decent pics of the performance last night. )
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| Saturday, February 28th, 2004
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9:50 pm - you stole my glow, a seasoned thief
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THINGS BOTHER ME. I AM USUALLY SWEET ABOUT SUCH THINGS BUT I AM TIRED AND IN A MAFIA MOOD. SO STOP DOING THINGS THAT BOTHER ME. FANKIES.
I want my cell. I left it in my car and I wannnnt it. But this weekend is going well, we're having fun. I fell asleep in the middle of the living room and got kicked in the gut for a while, ahhh family! Noa, did you get my last email?..
( quizzie )
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| Thursday, February 26th, 2004
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7:07 pm
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I think a Kerry/Edwards ticket is the best way to go. Thank God for Dean, because without him, this would be another Contest of the Boring Moderates. I can actually muster up a little respect for Kerry, much more than for Bush. He and Edwards have a good vibe between them - they share many beliefs and could be a very good administration.
We have to get Bush out. Things are so much worse than they were this time 4 years ago. I don't even know if we can survive another 4 years. Fucking Schwartzenegger is already making my life ridiculously hard with all his budget shit, and Kerry/Edwards have such good plans when it comes to the economy...sigh.
Larry King: How do you feel about Foreign-born presidents?
Al Sharpton: As long as they don't have a history as being Terminators.
Heee. That Al Sharpton, he so cra-zay.
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| Wednesday, February 25th, 2004
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6:04 pm
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I'm twice as stressed now and twice as greedy. I can get an M.Ed. in the same amount of time it would take me to get my credential, and that is really good. I really, really, really, really want my M.FA, though...
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| Tuesday, February 24th, 2004
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9:26 pm
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I think I have made a decision about my future!!
I want my MFA in Creative Writing. I really, really, really do. It makes me drool a little bit. But I am also realistic, so I know I need my credential too. The solution? I'll apply to grad school here, and do both programs, provided they let me do such a thing. I can have my credential and my master's in TWO FUCKING YEARS! Well, three fucking years from today. That is not all that bad. Plus, then I can go to interviews with a BA, an MFA, and a teaching credential BEFORE I AM TWENTY FIVE. My MFA will be in something I love, and it will make me seem less crazy for going to UCR in the first place (contrary to popular belief, it was my first and only choice) and less crazy for presuming to want to teach high school kids how to write. I think she's got it, by George, I think she's got it...
The downside is, I'll be in school a full year longer than I thought I would be. But I'll have my BA in four years and that's all that matters at this point.
Today in sculpture we did body casting and I made a mold of my face. It is so fucking creepy. It came out almost perfect (my nose is a little fucked up but that's what you get when you have plaster on your face for 40 minutes and you have to breathe) and it's scary to hold your own face in your hands. My lips came out nice and my eyes came out nicely too, even though they're closed and I look all dead. I want to smuggle it out of the room tomorrow (sneaky!)
I woke up this morning not-tired. I haven't been not-tired in ages. Figures that I have a class I have to wake up early for tomorrow!
Honesty now: Is it slackerish of me to only take 12 units (3 classes) if they're all upper division, all required by both college breadth and the College of Humanities, one of them is science which I will FUCK UP if I don't watch out, and I need more availability for work, which would be severely impacted if I took the fourth class - an English that sounds terrible and boring and is located in the most inconvenient place ever on the schedule - and rounded out 16 units? (Wow, run on sentence much?) Keep in mind, after this quarter is over, I'm a 3rd year senior and I'm a quarter ahead, so I can afford this sort of thing...
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| Monday, February 23rd, 2004
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10:43 pm
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I fucking hate registration. I always have to grovel to some professor I'm going to end up disappointing, I have to try for measly work hours around a schedule I don't want. I skipped my classes today simply because I didn't want to go. I'm becoming two distinctly separate people lately. I looked at UCR's Creative Writing in Performing Arts MFA and my God, I want to do it. I want to do something I fucking enjoy for once instead of settling. I'm organizing my whole schedule so that I can get out next year and I don't even know why. I'm heading face first into this life predestined for me, this teaching thing, because it's easy. I don't even know what I fucking want anymore.
I'm so scared about only taking 12 units next quarter.
I LOVE THIS: http://turnpikefilms.com/spots/nutrigrain.html
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