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[Jul. 7th, 2007|03:30 pm] |
I think I live with Alex Cappello's twin soul. Seriously. They have the exact same voice and similar mannerisms. I'm literally freaked out whenever I talk to him. I want them to meet. I feel like a wormhole would form where they meet, like two parallel universes just united. Haha. It's funny because the guy I live with is a total acid-dropping, stoner, hippie freak and Alex Cappello is a truck-driving, hunting, conservative freak.
I am sooooo excited for tonight. We are having a room-to-room and Phillip and I are doing a "slutz" room. We are cutting out lots of pictures of Lindsay Lohan, Britney Spears, Paris Hilton, and Nicole Richie and posting them on the wall. Phillip is going to be wearing sparkling fishnets and a skirt and a vest. I'm wearing.... the same thing... lol. I'm excited to see what everyone else does. Then, at the end of the night, we are going to all sleep outside on the deck like a big slumber party. Sweet.
Yesterday was really fun too. We had a fire in the courtyard and burned such things as chairs, palm tree leaves, clothing, and other debris. We also playing indoor baseball... haha. I feel like a little kid. |
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[Jun. 16th, 2007|12:13 pm] |
omg
what
happened
yesterday?
where is my cell phone?
why are there dirty words written all over my room in chalk?
why am i sooooo sick?
fuck fuck fuck |
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[Jun. 12th, 2007|04:03 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Lima, Peru | ] |
| [ | music |
| | spanish stuff? | ] |
i miss being in an english speaking country!
the inca trail was cool, but it kicked my ass. i think im going to bring home some pisco. yum.
the andes are beautiful.
i miss cloyne.
rebecca is coming to live with me starting june 22nd i think. we are probably going to kill a lot of brain cells. yaaaay.
everyone should come visit me! |
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[Jun. 1st, 2007|01:54 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Hell | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  annoyed at my drunkenness | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Face to Face" by Daft Punk | ] |
I swear I'm still drunk from last night. Whoops.
Got really wasted and threw my friend's tamagotchi pet out of the third story window. I feel kinda bad about it.
Hooked up with an Irish guy, Rob. He's hot. And has a really hot accent. And cute personality. I definitely had a crush on him, but my in my drunken stupor was just like disgusting... Anyway, both of us are going away for a while and I'll see what happens when I get back. He actually left for Las Vegas last night at 4 am, when we were still roaring drunk. Alec was going with him and dropped acid right before they left. Luckily, they had a designated driver. It was pretty funny though because watching someone try to pack for a trip at 3 in the morning while on acid with only ridiculously drunk people to help is a riot.
I was sooooo ridiculously and embarrassingly drunk last night. WOW.
Anyway, my body is SCREAMING at me right now, and Racheal is coming to visit tonight so I might end up drunk or high again. Fuck. |
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[Apr. 20th, 2007|11:27 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Polly" by Nirvana | ] |
I'm going to be in Bakersfield tonight... fun times. |
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[Apr. 10th, 2007|11:20 am] |
Well, I got my co-op assignments and I'm very happy. This summer I'm living in Cloyne. I'm sure it will consist of lots of nudity and debauchery. During the year, I'm living in Casa Zimbabwe, which will be the same thing but a different location.
I AM SO EXCITED. Not only are the co-ops huge and fuuuuun, there are also tons of HOT guys and girls in them. Said my friend Rachael yesterday, "We are going to get so much ass." She got assigned to Casa Zimbabwe too, so we might be roomies! Co-ops have the best parties too... they are soooo chill. The last one I went to had a bunch of people randomly dressed as pirates and making us walk planks for shots of vodka. There were also people dressed as Spartan warriors who attacked us and made us drink wine and declare our loyalty to Sparta. Also, I saw some guy dressed as the Cat in the Hat, but that costume was never really explained to me.
Anyway.
I also saw STEVEN SHARRAT at a party on Saturday. Haha. Random! Steven's roommate invited us over and I had no idea that it was going to be at Steven's house. It's a small ass world, that's for sure. I guess he is a senior now, which is weird to think about. We're old.
Ok I gg study... peace. |
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[Mar. 24th, 2007|07:56 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  depressed | ] |
There are two things in this world that make me happy. One of them is poetry... especially the Beats.
The other is unattainable.
It's weird to look back at your art and think about what inspired you at the moment. For me, it's the same thing every time. Or, the same person every time. Hmmm... |
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[Mar. 22nd, 2007|05:06 pm] |
I am embarking on a journey to Bakersfield tomorrow morning. Some of y'all better be there when I get there. And we better hang out.
PS. Robbie's mom saw my vagina today... awkward! |
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[Mar. 15th, 2007|12:33 am] |
| [ | music |
| | my ears are ringing | ] |
Armor for Sleep/Underoath/Taking Back Sunday concert was really really good. I am sad that I haven't been to as many concerts this year. I had a really good time!!! AHH |
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[Mar. 8th, 2007|04:33 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | "Rapid Hope Loss" by Dashboard Confessional | ] |
Things Robbie and I think should be included in the UC Berkeley brochure, since the one that exists now is clearly not accurate:
1. The homeless lady we saw shitting on the side of the street today
2. More hippies
3. More drugs
4. People hyperventilating and crying before midterms
5. Pre-med students sabotaging each other
6. Someone getting robbed
7. Sketchy-ass mother fuckers tagging the side of our house with black spray paint
8. That freshman kid who fell out of the third story of his dorm while on 'shrooms
Here's some advice I'd give to an incoming freshman:
1. Even if you major in whatever the football team majors in, you're still gonna cry and suffer through the academics here, and the other people in your class will be HAPPY when you fail.
2. Don't feed the homeless people/squirrels because they won't leave you alone. And feeding includes hallucinogenic mushrooms.
3. Take lots of drugs.
4. Everyone is assumed gay until proven straight. Except for the women, you can pretty much assume straight on weekdays and bi-curious on weekends.
5. The dorms suck if you want to have fun.
6. When on shrooms, make sure an open window isn't near.
7. Yes, it does smell like shit everywhere. Yes, it is human shit.
8. Attractive people don't go to school here.
9. Get really really drunk if you want to hook up with anyone, because everyone is too socially awkward to interact while sober.
LOL I have a midterm in an hour, but I don't know what else to do to study. I'm exhausted. I hate this school. |
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[Mar. 5th, 2007|07:00 pm] |
Top ten things happening in my life:
1. Getting a C in Bio 1A... ouch
2. Sleeping with my team leader at work (bow chicka bow bow)
3. Loving my chemistry class (bang bang)
4. Practically dating my gay roommate (we are like an old couple... we do everything together, but we don't have sex)
5. Making friends at work
6. Drinking/doing drugs on the weekends only
7. Going to two concerts
8. Being really excited for summer
9. Eating chicken (OMG AHH)
10. Getting used to being a psychology major (yay!)
I kinda suck balls at school this semester, though I supposedly have an A- in Chem, which would be amazing. However, I stopped sucking balls at life and I'm finally content with where I am. That's even better. Grades can go jump off a cliff. I realized that college is supposed to be fun and I need to stop trying to make it something it's not (high school).
Living at Cloyne in the summer is going to be amazing because the weather is going to be beautiful (just like it was today) and they have a gorgeous courtyard with a hammock and shit. I am going to be so tan. I hope I'm not speaking too soon though because I haven't exactly been placed there.
Ok, back to studying for chem again... maybe that A- fantasy will be true!! |
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[Feb. 28th, 2007|04:20 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | "Cha cha swing" or something i dunno | ] |
I like how other women my age experience PMS and I have existential meltdowns. I feel much better now that I decided not to be a biology major. woot woot!
anyway, I love life a lot more now. thank god.
also, only two weeks until the Taking Back Sunday concert. yummy! |
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[Feb. 26th, 2007|09:13 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | "The Compromise" by The Format | ] |
So... I work at the Calling Center at Berkeley and basically do fundraising for the school and stuff by calling the alumni.
Anyway, I really like the people there, and I kinda had a crush on one of the "team leaders." Well, he invited me to study at the library with him and I did. Flash forward like 3 hours and we're in my room having sex. Uhhh....? I'm not sure how professional that was. Anyway, it was kinda hot to do it with someone in a higher position than me. Check that fantasy off the list.
I've been a little reckless lately.
I think it's because of my lovely seasonal depression. I'm in a search for self-affirmation.
Gotta go write a paper on The Bluest Eye. Toni Morrison is a GENIUS.
P.S. Fun quote: "So, this guy came up with an idea for finding what catalyzes DNA replication while he was tripping on LSD in his truck. He's the only person to be honest about that, so it makes me wonder how many other scientific discoveries were made in that manner." --my bio professor |
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[Feb. 24th, 2007|04:59 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | "In Regards to Myself" by Underoath | ] |
Ummmm...
What did I do last night?
Here is what I remember:
1. twisting someone's nipples
2. kissing a random lesbian
3. playing beer pong
4. being asked to join in on a threesome
5. touching someone's penis through their jeans
6. asking Thatcher how I was in bed
7. rubbing my own nipples and pretending to orgasm
8. spanking myself
9. telling people "my BOOBS are OUT tonight!!!"
10. noticing that Karen wasn't wearing a bra
Here is what is still a mystery:
1. Why did I wake up on my friend's couch at his fraternity?
2. Why and when did I go to a "drag queen" party?
3. Who had sex with whom last night and why wasn't I included?
4. Who came to my party and who didn't?
5. Did I do any drugs last night? If so, what kind?
6. Whose nipples did I twist?
7. Did I make out with Thatcher? Or anyone else?
Ok, so successful birthday as far as I'm concerned. I woke up and didn't know where I was and when I got home, I puked my guts out and then passed out and haven't been able to comprehend last night's events ever since I woke up. Wow. |
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[Feb. 21st, 2007|11:00 am] |
| [ | music |
| | "Sleep on Needles" by Sondre Lerche | ] |
My birthday hella sucked. I hope this Friday (my birthday party) will make up for the fact that I wanna DIE this week. Thanks, Bio 1A.
I think I'm going crazy. |
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[Feb. 19th, 2007|02:10 pm] |
I bought a new wardrobe at H&M and Nordstrom for my birthday. I went a little crazy in H&M, but it is sort of my favorite store ever. Some things I bought:
emo shirt with flying hearts
light green sweater
black and white striped sweater
grey skirt with black skulls on it
circular pink earrings
broken heart all star converse
socks in all kinds of patterns
maroon and blue striped hoodie vest
grey and white sweater that could almost be a dress
etc!!
I also got Ratatat and The Rapture on CD.
I spent a lot of this weekend imagining my life in San Francisco post-doctorate with a little dog and a campy apartment and lots of wine and cheese and I think maybe it's not going to be so bad.
My mom took me to Whole Foods too and I got a lot of amazing and yummy stuff.
Unfortunately, I have to work today and I also have to study all week long for my stupid bio midterm. I don't even have time to enjoy my birthday.
I was doing a great job studying a little while ago, but I started to fall asleep so I'm sipping some amazing coffee (mint mocha flavored, wowza) and taking a short break. |
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[Feb. 17th, 2007|10:31 am] |
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I'm going to see Bloc Party! Yaaaaaaaay! |
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[Feb. 16th, 2007|11:36 am] |
I dont even care that it's almost my birthday. Haha. I keep forgetting. 20 is such a lame age, I just don't think I should celebrate it.
I have a bio midterm coming up and I'm really nervous because it's all pre-med people and I'm sure they're all at the library right now studying. Oh, and it's curved. Ouch.
I'm finally ready to declare my major though! Bio 1a is the last required class that I have. I am soooo excited. |
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[Feb. 13th, 2007|09:56 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Hell | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "I Never" by Rilo Kiley | ] |
Well people seemed to generally like the poem I wrote, which is awesome because I haven't even revised it yet.
So, Robbie and I planned to get drunk and go out to dinner together tomorrow night in celebration of our chronic single-ness and our growing simultaneous realizations that we're both going to die alone and be eaten by our respective pets (he's not likely to have cats since he's allergic). Anyhow, despite the unision we had that we were the only two of our friends suffering from being overly picky and clinging to relationships that don't really exist and are never going to happen, a growing number of our friends have asked to come along on our dinner.
Which thus leads to drama because that's my fucking life, of course.
First, Lindsay and Ellen wanted to come but Robbie told them "Fuck no." THEY HAVE BOYFRIENDS. Totally unfair. They are so not invited. Then, Cait wanted Robbie to go to dinner with her but (perhaps on purpose since I know how Cait it) forgot to mention my existence and made it seem like I wasn't invited and Robbie should ditch me and go with her. Well, right after that happened, Shreya called me and asked if I wanted to go to dinner with her and some of her friends. Of course, I love Shreya, but if we invited her after telling all these other people "no," then we'd have so much more drama to deal with, so now I have to call Shreya and tell her no. I wish we could invite everyone, but I don't get along with Cait or her little friend Reyhan and would absolutely ABHOR with all the might in my soul (no fucking joke, I can literally think of few more annoying people) going to dinner with them. Plus, I blatantly wasn't invited.
How petty is all of that?
And what's really odd is there are so many people whom I could be with, but I just don't want them. It's like... when life gives you opportunity, you don't even want it. Isn't that ironic?
All I want to do is wallow in misery, alone, with my best most heart-broken friend. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2007|03:18 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | My evil lair | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Paint's Peeling" by Rilo Kiley | ] |
Ok, so I'm taking a poetry class and I love it and I thought I'd be super emo and post a poem on here but first I want everyone to know that this poem is about a particular group of people, not everyone in Bakersfield. So don't think I hate you cause I dont. :)
Reflections on the 717 San Joaquin Train
We always leave on time
But arrive so late
And I never have enough to do
Counting cows, looking at the fleeting orchards flying by my window with
Bakersfield approaching or receding.
Damn the way it weaves in and out
Of my life. I hate that hole.
I hate the people—never changing
Just like the view out my window:
All these fields look the same and
They’re just sitting, waiting for someone to plant, then waiting for them to harvest
All the same, each year the same
Never moving, letting whatever go in and out.
And eventually the planters leave them empty.
That’s right it’s so empty
Your stupid life—drunk every night
You told me you tore up your house looking for
Substance.
Why?
Can’t you stare at your life with clear vison?
Can’t you walk one damn night without stumbling,
Sputtering, choking on your words, or
Hanging on the silence?
I wonder if you count the moments we’re together,
Hoping they won’t be too loud,
Because you stopped wanting to talk.
LOL I'm eeeeemo. |
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