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Name: Drea_the_Playa
State: California
Interests: Environmental policy, women's history, design, social dance, running, camping, movies, travel.
Expertise: Procrastination and one-liners.
Occupation: Research Analyst
Industry: Environmental Consulting
Message: message me
Member Since:
1/15/2004
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| Sooooooo...
Surprise surprise! Xanga and I decided to give it another
go. If our relationship continues to stagnate as it has...uh,
pretty much since the beginning, perhaps the day will come when I throw
in the towel. But today is not that day! Not yet.
Besides, I couldn't end with that Hello Kitty guitar post... I
owe my dear readers more than that.
Let's see, what's new... Well, here's what was on the docket for this evening:
1) Go swimming.
2) Book hotel for nights in Honolulu.
3) Draft letter.
4) Apartment hunt.
5) Create pre-TNT exercise plan.
6) Make to do list, for good measure.
Here's what I've actually done:
1) Made rice.
2) Updated Xanga.
How can this be?! Ah well. The rice was pretty rockin',
frankly. And I've been meaning to post for infinite time.
Clearly May is off to an auspicious start!
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| So last month the Stanford magazine ran a cover article about global warming. Such articles often inspire heated debate. Of course, as a staunch democrat, environmentalist, and Earth Systems major, I am definitely in the camp of scientists who believe we've got a serious problem on our hands. The rhetoric of the skeptics has consistently failed to win me over. That is, until this letter to the editor in the November/December issue opened my eyes to what is really going on:
“ [referring to global warming alarmists] Their goal is to take us back to the Middle Ages with a slow-paced lifestyle so that the socialists (monarchs, dictators, priests) can regain their control over all the people. Behind this global warming concern is a bunch of Marxist-minded imbeciles who, although small in number, want to rule the world. They have managed to kill off hundreds of millions of people of the last century in an unsuccessful attempt to dominate.”
--LaMar L. Briner, '51
My God, what have we done?!
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| Quote of the day:
"Please remove plastic bags from your children because of risk of suffocation."
--Packaging on my newly acquired jar openers
Hahaha.
In other news, I have a new man: James Blunt. We met at the Jason
Mraz concert last week. Ironically, the flames of our
relationship are fanned by a heart wrenching breakup song: Goodbye My
Lover. Good thing I'm not currently breaking up with anyone--I
think the song would destroy me. So sad! But so good!
Speaking of love, my faith in the triumph of initially improbable
relationships has been renewed. I wholeheartedly recommend the
new Pride and Prejudice. That Mr. Darcy... If only modern
banter and declarations of the soul were so eloquent! Hear hear
for love triumphant.
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| A ha! A Xanga post! And only…seven months to the day since my last entry! Who says I never update?!
Let’s see…where were we. January, yes, I remember. Back when New Year’s resolutions were fresh and 2005 promised to be the year of serious thinking. I planned to get all of those nagging questions figured out: what to study in grad school, what future career path to aim toward, what to do with my free time in the interim…the classic meaning-of-life questions for us recent grads.
And what headway I’ve made! After half a year of introspective contemplation, I am pleased to report my findings:
Things I Know Now: Realizations of 2005
1) If I could date a hip-hop artist, it would be Usher.
Now, my great love of “Yeah!” is no secret. Since the song is basically about Usher getting down on the dance floor, it lends itself quite nicely to the imagination. Man, it’d be quite something to be his shorty in da’ club… Those dance skills make him my hip-hop homie of choice, hands down.
Shortly after coming to this conclusion, I ran to the living room to tell Julia. She looked skeptical and said, firmly but not unkindly, “But you’re a girl.” I was flabbergasted. Surely, in the long list of factors keeping Usher and me apart, this was the least of my worries. In fact, I thought it was pretty much the only thing working in my favor.
It turned out that she thought I said be a hip-hop artist, not date one. A couple weeks later, however, Julia’s comment indicated she might actually be able to predict the future. Usher, I am sad to report, came out as bi. Hmmm. The competition just got a lot stiffer.
2) Practice does not actually make perfect.
I loooooove singing the in car. I sing to every type of music: 90s and Now (97.3), the Greatest Hits of all Time (99.7), Light Rock Less Talk (96.5), Today’s Hip-Hop and R&B (106.1), etc. And I sing all the time. So earlier this spring, I got to feeling pretty confident. Like maybe I could carry a tune after all.
I happily busted out this newly honed skill when the girls and I went karaoke-ing. Little did I know that the session was being recorded on the sly. Upon hearing the CD, the truth came crashing down. I’m still terrible! All that practice, and for naught! My only conclusion is that I can’t actually hear myself in the car, over the pounding stereo and roar of the wind. It must be easy to confuse one’s self and the real vocalist under such conditions…
3) I have a one-track mind.
No, not like that. Please. I mean in the sense that I am not easily distracted once I am concentrating on one particular thing. For example, one evening I was running in the foothills when I suddenly noticed a three-foot long snake stretched across the path right in front of me. I leapt backward (which must have been quite the sight to see) and stopped. After looking at the snake for 0.05 seconds, I realized that it appeared to have two heads: one on either end. In another 0.05 seconds, I saw that the snake had a piece of white fabric wrapped around it’s middle. Then I noticed that the grass had been mowed recently. So in less than two-tenths of a second, I decided that two snakes of a similar size had been cut in half by a riding lawn mower. A prankster had then tied the two front halves together with a sock and stretched the snake across the path to trick runners like me.
So I jumped over the two-headed snake and kept on running. And it wasn’t until I got in my car to drive home (i.e., I wasn’t focused on running anymore) that I realized that couldn’t possibly have been the case… But it was too late to return to the scene and investigate properly. | | |
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