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Sunday, January 21, 2007

Sun, 21 Jan 2007 01:21:34 GMT

duh

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Tue, 14 Nov 2006 16:38:05 GMT

Monday, January 09, 2006

Mon, 09 Jan 2006 18:08:45 GMT

yo, booyakasha

yeah, i got home from swim practice early YAY (thank you amanda)

i'm eating lettuce and listening to a cd i havent listened to in a while (London Calling to be exact) it seems to have lost its charm (the clash, not the lettuce, lettuce is awesome)

im cooking dinner tonight: some asian wrap with chicken and lettuce, but i only need the big floppy leaves to wrap the chicken in, so i'm eating the crunchy inside-ish leaves.

yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón
(i dont know spanish, its part of the song.... something about wanting you and infinite stuff and hearts, whatev)

Monday, November 14, 2005

Mon, 14 Nov 2005 21:16:46 GMT

i found a new word to describe me:

callipygian

damn right

Friday, November 04, 2005

Fri, 04 Nov 2005 17:55:35 GMT

Wow, Nidhi and I just took a mini-walk in the woods and it was soooo amazingly beautiful and Zen. Monday we're probably going to have like an all-day picnic kind of thing - should be fun. Before that we played football - we rock. Swimming meeting was today, try outs are the 15th, and I really hope I make it. My chem. teacher quoted another chem. teacher, and it is the most beautiful thing in the world (brace yourself)

"Atoms are like baby squirrels: you never see them, but you know they're there"

- Mr. Kinsey

Wow, anyways, I'm really excited about Monday (yes, I actually appreciate the beauty of nature). Good night and good luck.

Friday, September 30, 2005

Fri, 30 Sep 2005 14:03:44 GMT

HELLO I know it's been a while, but my buddies and i had a stroke of genius and i had to let the world know. We amde poems when one person would just say a random phrase and then everybody would have to rhyme to make four lines. It was fun, and here are two of our amAzing poems.

The tractor hovered over the hill
I watched it from the windowsill
I forgot to take my special pill
Now i have to buy a powerdrill

The tree cast a shadow on his foot
It made me want ot sing and toot
Lets all look at Sasha's boot
If it burns, it will turn to soot.

SMILE

Friday, June 24, 2005

Fri, 24 Jun 2005 13:18:02 GMT

wow, my mom might as well put me in a room with bars in the windows, i feel like im grounded or whatever and she finds nothing wrong. what the hell, i cant even go to this show on the first AND i can never leave upstate during the summer to go somewhere. Fuck man, frustration. (and yes lilil, this is my calous way of telling you that im not coming)

Monday, June 13, 2005

Mon, 13 Jun 2005 17:14:09 GMT

Global Personality Test Results

Extraversion	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Stability	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	73%
Orderliness	\|\|\|\|\|\|	23%
Altruism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Interdependence	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	76%
Intellectual	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Mystical	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Artistic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Religious	\|\|	10%
Hedonism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Materialism	\|\|	10%
Narcissism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Adventurousness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Work ethic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Self absorbed	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	43%
Conflict seeking	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Need to dominate	\|\|\|\|\|\|	23%

Romantic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Avoidant	\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%
Anti-authority	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Wealth	\|\|\|\|\|\|	23%
Dependency	\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%
Change averse	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Cautiousness	\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%
Individuality	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Sexuality	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Peter pan complex	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Physical security	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Physical fitness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	37%
Histrionic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Paranoia	\|\|\|\|	16%
Vanity	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Hypersensitivity	\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%
Female cliche	\|\|\|\|\|\|	23%

Stability results were high which suggests you are very relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic..

Orderliness results were low which suggests you are overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense too often of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.

Extraversion results were high which suggests you are overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense too often of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity.

trait snapshot:

messy, disorganized, social, tough, outgoing, rarely worries, self revealing, open, risk taker, likes the unknown, likes large parties, makes friends easily, likes to stand out, likes to make fun of people, reckless, optimistic, positive, strong, does not like to be alone, ambivalent about chaos, abstract, impractical, not good at saving money, fearless, trusting, thrill seeker, not rule conscious, enjoys leadership, strange, loves food, abstract, rarely irritated, anti-authority, attracted to the counter culture

apparently im vane - ha, who knew?

w/e found this on some xanga of some xanga of some xanga....

is it true? i dont know?

eh english/french finals on the day that is after today. (i cant even spell tomorow right, but i still ace english.... thats cause i like shiny words and my teach likes my style HAHAHA ha style ha

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Thu, 09 Jun 2005 21:33:12 GMT

Sorry 'bout this folks, i gotta post it to print it out in school

Aleksandra Shevchuk

GONDIR, KIN OF VOSLAG

CHAPTER 1

A KING’S TALE

“Suddenly, my eyes beheld a magnificent beauty. An iron-clad maiden appeared on the battle field, her great beauty seemed to glow and distracted me, and like an angel she approached me and my enemy. I knew she was coming for me and was ready to look death in the eye, unflinching, proving my manhood. Suddenly, as if on impulse she turned to King Voslag and struck him with her sword; it penetrated his heavy golden armor, and went in all the way to the hilt. Shocked, he fell to the ground, his world seemed to gray, and then all was dark… another great warrior was taken to the halls of Valhalla to await Ragnorak. Before my eyes the maiden, a Valkyrie, faded away, back to her father, Odin.”

A silence followed the telling of the great tale. Not often does a man avoid his fate, and not often are the prophets wrong. When he was still young, King Shrotim was fated to die in a battle against the elderly King Voslag. But because of a Valkyrie’s whim, he remained alive. Now, he enjoyed telling the story to the nobles and citizens of his kingdom, who listened in fascination every time.

CHAPTER 2

A FATHER’S retribution

“You disgrace me, as a Valkerie you swore an oath never to disobey your father,” Odin fumed, how could Brunhild, his own daughter, be so fickle and choose a young, handsome, but foolish man over an elderly wise and loving one? Hasn’t he taught her better? She was told that while the young one was needed in Valhalla, the elderly still had work to do at home. And would be more useful there than in Valhalla.

“I have no choice but to punish you, you have deceived the faiths and broken your oath, as well as disobeyed you father. Now you will spend the rest of your life in an enchanted sleep, until the right man will come and claim you as his wife. With him, you will spend your life, and die, as a mortal, for you do not deserve to live forever.”

“Father, great Odin, I only ask one thing of you, don’t let just any man marry me. Though I have disgraced you, I was still a great warrior and deserve some honor. Please father, be fair.”

Odin consented, “Very well, you will marry a man who knows no fear in his heart. His name is Sigurd the Volsung, and he will rescue you after slaying the great dragon Fafnir and will have with him the dwarf Andvari’s treasure. You will marry him and remain faithful. Sleep now.”

CHAPTER 3

A STRANGER

The silence was beginning to be awkward. Most civilians were itching to go back to work, and the king was tired after telling his tale. He was now 60, the age of King Voslag when he died, and public meeting tired him, but he was still just as valiant, though not as strong, on the battle field. After this telling, Shrotim realized how much Voslag suffered when he fought him and how much he lost. His heart was heavy and tears crept into his eyes.

Suddenly, horns blared and a young man rode into the crowd of civilians. He looked majestic and brave sitting on his horse, and was accompanied by a convoy of weathered soldiers. Commotion spread through the crowd, every one was confused for it has been years since the kingdom last fought a war, or took part in any conflict what so ever. To Shrotim, however, the meaning of the young man’s arrival was perfectly clear. He recognized his features and spoke.

“Gondir, kin of Voslag, I see you have come to avenge the death of your grandfather.”

CHAPTER 4

THE TRUTH IS UNVEILED

Gondir buried his head in his hands, “Mother, I can not help but weep for the death of my grandfather. His illness took him at the worst time possible for his people and his family. His land was ridden with invaders and so many people died. Only he, the great Voslag, could have fought the evil men and driven them off the land. There worst part about his death is that it was not honorable and on the battlefield. I regret that one cannot avenge illness.”

“Son, I must reveal the truth to you, for you are a brave warrior and will finally be able to get the wergild we long deserved. Your grandfather had not died from a disease or illness; he was taken away by a foolish Valkyrie who had disobeyed her father. Now Brunhild, the Valkyrie in question, sleeps in an enchanted slumber, until the day her husband comes for her. You must ride to the kingdom of Shrotim, the king who should have been taken to Valhalla instead of you grandfather. There you will seek his guidance in finding Brunhild. I warn you son, do not be angry with Shrotim, for it was not his fault and he has great power. If insulted, there is no telling what Shrotim could do to you.”

Despite his mother’s warning, Gondir was furious. He was furious at his family for keeping secrets, but mostly he was furious at Shrotim for living while his grandfather died. His anger exceeded any norms and hot blood raced to his head. No longer was Gondir thinking clearly.

“By defying the fates, Shrotim has insulted me and my bloodline. Now I must see him dead before I can become the true king of the land once ruled by my grandfather. Wergild is rightfully mine to claim, and I only accept blood.”

Without further words, he rode off in search of Shrotim’s faraway kingdom, leaving his mother weeping and hurt.

CHAPTER 5

A DECISION

Taking another puff on the pipe the old man gave him, Gondir spoke, “You have treated me not as an enemy, but as a friend, and now it seems to me that killing you might be harder than I expected, but I have passed harder trials yet…”

“My respectable foe,” the old king interrupted, “there are other ways to settle your problem, for I am not the one whose death will avenge your grandfather’s. I am merely an old king, and did not decide the time of Voslag’s death. “

“Liar!” Gondir exploded from the seat he was resting on and pointed his finger in the old man’s face. “You are old and are afraid of death. You can not prove to me that you are not to blame for his death and all the horrors that it caused. You must have fooled Brunhild, the poor, unfortunate Valkyrie, into choosing Voslag. It was all because of you!”

Calmly, Shrotim replied, “I swear to you on my honor that I did not cause Voslag’s death. If your fierce blood and foolish mind will not accept that as the truth that it is, then you may kill me in my sleep. And now I depart to my chambers for I am tired after the telling of my tale. Farewell young man, and decide wisely, don’t kill and innocent man.”

Gondir was left sitting all alone with his pipe, thoughtfully gazing at the curls of smoke that seemed to weave an intricate picture in his mind.

CHAPTER 6
THE GLINT OF A KNIFE

Fonlir, servant to Shrotim, awoke at the sounds of footstep in his master’s chamber. Quietly approaching the door, he saw through a crack the stranger (the one that came earlier today) draw near his master’s bed. Confused, he took a step further and prepared to light his torch but stopped short when he saw the glint of a knife. The unlit torch clattered to the ground as Fonlir ran to raise alarm, not wanting to see the demise of his master.

CHAPTER 7

A FRIEND

The old man’s breathing was labored; his head tipped slightly back, his neck exposed. A single drop of sweat rolled down the blade of the knife and hit the pillow millimeters away from the sleeping king’s cheek. Gondir held his breath, waiting to see signs of awakening. He raised the knife higher and paused for just a second, but it was long enough. A shadow of a doubt came into his mind. The king seemed so wise, so honorable and so careful; would he lie so vulnerable if there was any doubt to his honesty? Suddenly, feelings of love swelled up in Gondir. This man knew his grandfather, this man could help him, this man was his friend. Gondir collapsed to his knees and buried his head in his hands. Through his passion, he felt a gentle sweep of soft, elderly hands on his own.

CHAPTER 8

WE RIDE AT DAWN

Shrotim felt the something hit his bed, and opened his eyes. It was Gondir, who clutched at his head and buried his face in the sheets and down on the bed. Softly Shrotim touched the young man’s help, not to startle him.

“Gather your men,” he whispered, “we ride at dawn.”

Without a word, Gondir rose and strode out of the room with his head bowed.

CHAPTER 9

THE MASTER PLAN

Dawn came with the clashing of supplies and the yelling of men in preparation. Two figures emerged out of the misty morning, huddled in conversation.

“So you will guide me to the tower surrounded by fire in which I will find and conquer Brunhild?”

“I will do whatever I can in order to assist you, for you have suffered much. However, before we go, I wish to ask how exactly will you ‘conquer’ Brunhild – she is immortal you know?” the old king asked of Gondir.

Gondir smiled smugly and replied, “The tale goes that Brunhild will marry her savior and will live as a mortal wife. As soon as we make our vows, I will slay Brunhild, forever avenging my grandfather! That is my master plan.”

“You foolish man!” Shrotim bawled as he stopped short in his tracks. “Brunhild will never be yours, for Odin envisioned the great warrior Sigurd the Volsung rescuing her. You can not alter fate.”

“Are you friend or foe? Why do you doubt my might? No body can stop me from receiving my grandfather’s wergild. Will you accompany me or will you choose betrayal?” Gondir demanded of the king.

“As I have said, I will do what it takes to aid you in your quest, but I implore you to consider my words, for they are heartfelt.”

All the men mounted their horses and rode into the rising sun with Gondir in the lead and Shrotim behind. Both felt unease but neither could go back on their word.

CHAPTER 10

FIELD OF FIRE AND CAVES

Night replaced day, and day replaced night. They kept taking turns, from darkness to light. The men rode on, as Shrotim joined Gondir at the lead, showing the way. Their fight was forgotten and Shrotim was a great guide. He helped them avoid treacherous paths and escape deadly thieves. And finally the men caught the scent of burning wood, and off in the distance a great black mass of smoke emerged.

“We are nearing the flames,” the old king informed. “You, men must stay here and make camp. The journey is too treacherous for all of us to go. The ground is unstable and horrors unspoken of lurk underneath. Only Gondir and I will move on.”

As they rode on, the sky seemed to darken, even though it was still early in the day. After some time of traveling, the hoof of Shrotim’s horse broke through the ground and a strange shriek emerged from the depth below.

“We must dismount and go on by foot,” Gondir advised.

Soon, a red glow could be seen through cracks in the dry, brittle ground. It became clear that they were walking on a thin layer of cooled lava that covered a field of fire and caves. Out of nowhere, there was a crashing sound. The dried layer gave free and darkness engulfed the unfortunate pair.

CHAPTER 11

IN THE PIT

Their bodies slammed into solid, rocky ground. A shudder passed through the surrounding walls, and steam began to slowly rise out of various holes. The creature was shocked to see human life; it was long since one came into his home. The two figures lay in a heap on the floor, and the creature slowly circled them both. As soon as one cried out in pain, the creature was hiding, crouching, waiting in darkness.

“Dear king, how have you fared? Are you broken? Is the breath of life in you?” Gondir implored.

“I am well my comrade, just greatly bruised. We must find our way out of this trap. Though lucky we were not in fire caught, we must get on our way and not play with our fate.”

“But what is this mystical place? We must explore before we go abroad, I wonder what treasures can be found in this hole, I must have a look,” Gondir began, but didn’t finish for he caught sight of the creature, waiting for them.

The beast suddenly spoke, with a rough, evil voice, “Though two is too much, I must one of you. That one will accompany me, follow my every whim, endure endless torture and meet a horrible death. Who will it be?”

Both the king and the man were silent for long until finally Shrotim decided his fate, “You must go on, for this is my end. I have only one word left for you my friend: water.” With this the old man was carried away by the monstrous creature, and Gondir was left all alone in the pit.

CHAPTER 12

WATER

After finding his way out of the pit, Gondir advanced past pools of lave and towers of fire, until suddenly a real tower emerged. It was surrounded by a ring of billowing flame and took Gondir’s breath away. Without Shrotim by his side, fear crept into his soul and into his mind.

“How will I ever pass through this flame?” he cried out in anguish, but them a memory came to him of his grandfather and of his quest. “I must slay the Valkyrie who lies within these walls, no matter what I must endure.”

And so he set off to find a way through the flame, but failed. Eventually his water came to an end and he fell to the ground without hope. The fire was so bright, Gondir was almost blind, and the roar of the flames was so loud, he could barely hear. Lying there on the smoldering ground, he lay as if dead, and felt as his flesh began to smolder.

A light appeared a few feet away, but not red like that of the flame, but a mystic blue that caught Gondir’s eye. He struggled to his feet, but failed and decided to crawl and followed the light. It led him through dangerous paths and fire rained down all around him. Gondir was more valiant that he ever was before for all he could think was “Follow the light.” Suddenly before him a vision appeared. It was that of a stream flowing in through the flames. The light he was following disappeared in the water and as Gondir came near he knew it was real. The miraculous stream led him up the tower where he collapsed at the doors and waited a while.

CHAPTER 13

THE SAME LIGHT AS BEFORE

Four nights have passed since Gondir last took a step, and yet he still lay at the entrance to the tower, motionless, seemingly dead. The stream rose and water began lapping at his toes and the same light as before re-emerged once more. Now it hovered in front of Gondir’s face and seemed to seep life into his mouth. He breathed it in and moved his head, opened his eyes and saw the light.

“Oh Shrotim, I see that you still are with me and did not let me down. Your loyalty inspires me to rise to my knees.”

So Gondir said and sat on the ground. He bathed in the stream and regained all his strength. Laboriously, he rose to his feet and reached for the door, and as he stumbled in a crushing scene his eyes beheld.

CHAPTER 14

YOU CAN NOT ALTER FATE

As Brunhild awoke, she saw a young man filled with life. A young man so handsome and so full of power that she at once knew her father’s words were true, for before her eyes stood Sigurd the Volsung, and on his hand was Andvari’s bane. Without words she embraced him, and did not notice the third figure in the room, hidden in the shadow of the door.

So Gondir stood, not seen by the pair, for what seemed to him an endless time. Finally the voice of Shrotim echoed in his head – “Brunhild will never be yours, for Odin envisioned the great warrior Sigurd the Volsung rescuing her. You can not alter fate.”

With a sigh Gondir collapsed to the floor and for the third time that day, seemed to be dead.

CHAPTER 15

ODIN’S HOME
Odin came down to the tower that once held his daughter. He was relieved that finally her savior came, and came to bid her farewell. As he entered a door, he saw a man he didn’t know, lying dead, prostate on the floor. He looked at her daughter in the arms of Sigurd and knew that this third was unknown to her. Quietly, he raised the dead man off the floor and departed to his home away from the flames.

***

Gondir awoke to the sound of muffled voices. A man’s powerful voice cut through the haze.

“You, Gondir, kin of Voslag, have tried to defy fate and barely escaped death. Revenge is not necessary for you. My daughter has paid for the wrong she had done, and Shrotim lost his life.”

And it was clear in Gondir’s head, that some things were meant to be and can never be changed. The fates of all men…

CHAPTER 16

“… are decided before hand and that is why I returned to this land. Now listen my children, and learn form what I have done. My wisdom will help you throughout all of your life.”

Gondir sighed as he finished telling his tale. It has been 30 years, but his pain was still fresh in his mind. He was now king of his land, even greater than his grandfather has been. He learned his lesson well and never again acted out of passion and hate. He was a kind king and loved by all. When news of Sigurd’s fate reached his land, he grieved day and night, and died in that state.

Was this a tale of sadness? A tale of woe?
It the truth you know, and there is much we can learn.

Those who love us will sacrifice themselves for us.

Fate can not be changed no matter what.

What we know as the truth isn’t always so.

Fool-hardy thoughts bring about sad events.

Trusting another will gain you a friend.

Those who you love, will be with you ‘till the end.

Friday, June 03, 2005

Fri, 03 Jun 2005 20:38:58 GMT

Wow, me and Nidhi (and her bro) went to TWO libraries and bought mad books yo
       NO ONE HERE GETS OUT ALIVE (Jim Morrison's Bio)
       THE BOURNE SUPREMACY (They werent selling Identity)
       TEN GREAT MYSTERIES BY EDGAR ALLEN POE
       MISERY by STEPHEN KING (I miss reading KINGage)
       ROMEO AND JULIET, KING LEAR, HENRY IV (Part 1)
and then her brother got like ten other books - 25 fucking cents for paper back - 25
then we borrowed The Messenger and another Morrison Bio

BOOOOOOKS BOOOOKS YAY

Im a looser, but sometimes goingt to a library just makes me happy.

I love talking to random people, or remembering obscure facts/events and bringing them up at random points.