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Monday, May 12, 2008

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    Across the Universe
    Let It Be
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    End of Another Year.

    As of 9 o'clock tomorrow, I will be halfway done with college. Isn't that a scary thought. Just two more years and I will have to be on my own for the first time ever. It's terrifying and exciting all at the same time.

     

    I can't get over how different next year is going to be. First of all, Megan is going to be in London all year long. Ouch. I'm going to miss her so much. It just doesn't seem like Grove City if she's not around. It's funny how I went into freshman thinking "Don't worry, your roommates don't have to be your best friends. You just have to be nice to them." And now I'm sitting here at the end of sophomore year thinking that Megan is my best friend. Honestly, she's the first to find out about anything. If I'm upset, if I'm happy, if I'm anxious, if I'm annoyed, if I'm crazy, she's the one who gets dumped on. We just have so many inside jokes and it's just so easy to be me around her. I know what she's like to live with and I know we get along well.

    And I'm nervous about my rooming situation for next year. Yes I'm excited because I love all the girls I'm with. But I'm worried that I'm going to ruin our friendship by rooming with them. I'm just terrified that I'm so obnoxious to live with that I'm going to drive them crazy. I just don't want things to be boiling under the surface. Uggh. This is probably just me getting worked up over something that will be just fine.

    I just really can't believe that I won't be seeing Megan for a whole year. That's so ridiculous to me. But I really am excited for her. She's going to have a blast.

    Also, assuming that all present relationships go as planned, Katie and I will be the only ones without boyfriends. Bah.

    Oh, and Tyler, Shane, and Jeff will all be the apartments next  year. I'm never going to see Tyler. Ridiculous.

    I just feel like I'm going to spend all of next year just trying to survive until senior year. So weird.

    Home is going to be weird as well. No Alex, no Lesley. WTF?

    I just want to stay at school with my friends.

    I need to study for Spec Mind. I haven't even picked up that book yet. Uggggghhh. I'm going to be so glad when that class is over. It's boring and annoying and it's been driving me crazy.

    I've been living to see you.
    Dying to see you but it shouldn't be like this.
    This was unexpected, what do I do now?
    Could we start again please?

    No more chemistry, ever again! Woot! Now onto physics and both of my math requirements...

    Miss A.M. Cragooooooooo rocks my world. This is the first hilarious email I got:

    So I’m sitting here listening to the Phantom of the Opera sound track while having a rather large ADD moment  in the middle of studying Diff. Eq. and I randomly thought:

    Meghan’s middle name matches the name of the name of the main lady in Phantom of the Opera.

    That’s pretty cool.

    I wish I was cool enough to have my middle name match the name of the main character of something.

    WAIT!

    My middle name matches the name of the main character of the Nutcracker!

    SWEET!

    Oh man…Meghan’s middle name matches the name of a character in a musical and her life is a musical and English people go hand in hand with musicals! My middle name matches the name of a character in a ballet and my life is basically a ballet and I go hand in hand with dancing stuff! *gasp*

    That is so like us to be all complex and junk.

    I must let Meghan know of this spectacular revelation…

    *picks up computer, opens outlook, clicks new, starts typing all this*

     

    …aaaaand that brings us to this very moment J. 

    I figured you’d enjoy that random spurt of ADD…especially since it doesn’t involve me touching anything I shouldn’t. 

    I hope your studying and your finals are going well so far!!

    We should do dinner tomorrow.  I have a final at 2 that’ll run no longer than 4:30.  Let me know if you’re planning on eating (I know how finals can be…eating just takes up too much time to matter that much lol) and if you’d like to join me at…saaayy….5:30 in MAP since it’s open tomorrow J.

    Enjoy your (music of the) night!!

     

    -Cragooooooo-

    And this is the second:

    Dinners are good.

    Parties are better.

    Dinner parties are best of all. J

    All of those aforementioned people as well as Orlando Bloom, The Dali Lama, President Jewell, Curious George, Oprah, Jason Mraz, and all four Telletubbies are all welcome to join us.  That Justin Kredible guy can come but only if he brings that bowling ball trick as well. 

    At 5:30, we eat like kings!!

    …or at least college students who have mediocre meals forced upon them by bon appétit.

    Meet in the lobby…be there or be <> (parallelogram).

    …and I agree, you probably do see my boyfriend more than you see me lol.

     

    Laterz love,

    Cragoooooooooooooooo

    I might love her lots and lots.

    I suppose. I should study. So I can get some sleep. So I can finishing packing tomorrow. Ugh tomorrow.

    Jason's CD comes out tomorrow!! Yay! Everyone should buy Jason Mraz's We Sing, We Dance We Steal Things CD!

    I need a fix cuz I'm going down.
    Mother Superior jumped the gun.
    Happiness is a warm gun.

    Can you tell I've been a bit ADD?

    The study session I had with EmC was pretty ridiculous.

    Stupid Spec Mind.

    I'm out. Have a nice summer, since I'll be in no internet land.

    Rawr. (that means "I love you" in dinosaur)

Saturday, May 10, 2008

  • Humor Me.

     

    "Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love."

     

    Amen JKR, amen.

     

     

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7ga9oYEi5o

     

    My crappy attempt at trying to figure out the lyrics…

    "I Sing" from the musical I Sing:

     

    "I sing because my future's uncertain.

    I sing because my song's still unsung.

    I've a lot yet to learn and I pull back the curtain

    I sing, I'm abrasive and young!

     

    I sing cuz my heart is still beating.

    I sing cuz my story's untold.

    Who know's where it's leading?

    My hairline's receding.

    I sing, I don't want to grow old!

     

    I sing cuz we're barely beginning.

    I sing, someone show me a sign!

    Who knows if I'm winning?
    I'm in the first inning.

    I sing cuz my life's on the line!

     

    What do I do when there's no one around?

    Tearing my hair out and hitting the ground?

    I'm ready for action, I'm always on call.

    I'm on the attack but my back's to the wall.

     

    There's so much to sing for and so far to come.

    Either it's real or it's nothing at all.

    I sing cuz I’m lonely.

    I sing cuz I'm free

    I won't be the only one singing for me.

     

    I rise at six and send the fax.

    I call the pricks at Golden Sax.

    I'm lucky if I make it out by ten.

    I get tickets for my bosses and I wonder what he paid

    So I try to cut my losses and I auction them on E-Bay.

    Then wake up and do it all again.

     But I'm climbing higher in the corporate ranking.

    Please let me retire from investment banking.

    When will they loosen the noose on our throats?

    Oh, my ulcer's been growing, my pulse overflowing.

    I can't call this sowing my oats!

     

    I sing of the Protestant ethic,

    My boss, Manifest Destiny,

    The good ole boy network will help you to get work

    But who's going to help you get free?

    I sing.

     

    [I’m skipping the next girl because it's about how she sells her body to buy material things… Anyway, not my favorite part of the song, so we'll continue.]

     

    I’m Barbara Streisand in the body of an elf.

    I never liked my thighs, I feel bad about myself.

    There's twelve unfinished screen plays

    on my shelf collecting dust.

    I don't want to temp forever,  no it's Miramax or Bust!

    I feel like Laura Efron when I start out,

    Then I grab the teflon, and I server my heart out.

    I like to cook, I love to eat

    I crave domestic bliss.

    But no one ever told me,

    At my girl's camp in the Catskills

    There'd be years like this!

    I sing for the stupid StairMaster

    I sing for the workout at brunch

    I sing about futons and Cesar's with croutons

    The Snack-Well and Prosaic for lunch.

    I sing.

     

    We went to Vassar, passed a class or two.

    Did a little Ridalin, can we stay through?

    I tried my hand at show busi-

    ness and we'll call you, don't call us.

    So I traded in my toe shoes

    for a Torah and a Talus,

    I teach something and I take what I can get.  [I'm butchering the Hebrew here]

    For the children of Manhatten learn the Hebrew alphabet

    I sing for the Carnegie Deli.

    I sing for pastrami on rye.

    I sing for my parents in Shortmas, New Jersey

    For Rokbataonmi ? [again, sorry]

     

    I sing for my wildest obsessions,

    I sing for the beauty in truth.

    I sing my confessions or manic depressions.

    I sing for the ideals of youth!

     

    I sing cuz I’m still optimistic.

    I sing, I don't know what I'll be.

    I'm not who I was and I'm singing because

    I don't know who am but I've gotta be.

     

    But what do I do when there's nobody there?

    And I'm throwing up, my fist's in the air?

    I'm ready for something and someone to call.

    I'm losing my mind but I'm having ball.

    I'm singing for love and I'm ready to fall. 

    Either it's real or it's nothing at all.

     

    I sing cuz I'm lonely

    I sing cuz I'm free

    I won't be the only one singing for me.

    I am not the only one who's singing for me.

     

     

    That was a pleasant distraction.

     

    If I had any talent at all, I would be at the University of Michigan as a Musical Theater major. I'm in love with their youtube videos.

Friday, May 09, 2008

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    Cold Spring Harbor
    By Billy Joel
    Everybody Loves You Now
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    What is something or someone you find completely overrated?

    Studying and Cummulative Final Exams.

    Totally overrated.

       

    I just answered this Featured Question, you can study it too!

  • Weekly Writer's Challenge Week 7


    This week's challenge involves a photo:


    Write a story or a poem, no longer than 750 words to accompany the photo.

     

    It had been one of those days. Shelia was sick of everything and bored to tears. She padded around her room, contemplating her next activity. Should she take a nap? The pillow on the bed looked very comfy but after laying down for a few seconds, Shelia knew this was no afternoon for a nap. She thought about taking a bath, even lifted a paw to her mouth and gave a few half-hearted licks. She was still bored. Two of her favorite activities were out and her pet human, Lily, was nowhere to be found. Shelia nudged the door open with her lanky body and wandered down the hallway. She lept up onto kitchen counter, sniffing around for morsels of food that had been left out by Lily. None. She dropped to her stomach, head on her paws, and stared out the window. There sitting innocently in a branch was the tastiest looking bird Shelia had ever seen in her life. She stood up quickly and watched it for a few seconds. The bird seemed to be settling down for a long stay on that branch. Shelia lept gracefully off the counter and raced to the door. It was closed tightly and Shelia hissed at it between clenched teeth. A light breeze ruffled her fur and Shelia remembered that the sliding glass door had been left ajar after dinner last night. She pranced happily to the door, slinked out, and trotted to the front year to find her bird. As soon as she spotted the puffy featherball, Shelia realized she had no way of getting to that bird. She cocked her head, breifly debating climbing the trunk of the tree but she knew the bird would feel her coming and fly off. Then she spied it. The telephone pole jutting up right beside the tree where the bird was perched. Shelia jumped up and began to belly crawl up the pole. When she was even with the bird, she leaned one paw out to swipe at the bird. It chirped a protest and flew to a farther branch. Shelia hissed again but caught sight of the ground below her. Very far below her. She let out a beligerant meow and clung tightly to the pole.

    375 words. Word.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

  • Taken? Don't go there!

    My promiscuous friends drive me up the wall.

    Boy with a girlfriend = don't go there.

    How difficult is that? I'll admit in the past, I have been attracted to men who have been in a relationship (and even *gasp* married). But that's as far as it goes. My attraction. I don't share that attraction with these men nor usually with very many of my friends (except that I've now put it on the internet and the whole world now as access to it). But the chances are if you're reading this, then you're not one of them. Anyway.

    Whereas I think it's normal to be attracted to people who are in relationships, it is never permissable to pursue a relationship with these guys. NEVER. Newly dating, dating for years, engaged, married, it doesn't matter, you just don't do it.

    Making out with them the night before they graduate from college and you're never going to see them again? Not a good life choice.

    plus there are other bad bad life choices to be made...

    Telling a certain boy that you have feelings for them while they are dating someone else? Just plain stupid.  

     

    I'm done. I don't want to hear any more relationship stories for at least a week and a half. So please, just spare me the details.

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