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Name: Courtney
Country: United States
State: Ohio
Birthday: 3/18/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: Student: Freshman at Eastern Michigan University. Major: Journalism. Freetime: Hang out with my friends and my boyfriend, Dennis, of almost three years. I love you Dennis!! I like to write, read, take pictures. Right now, I'm an active sister in the service sorority Omega Phi Alpha. I think everyone should do their best to give back to the community. I also like to dance. I've been doing it for 16 years. Jazz is the best! T.V.: I like watching shows that make me smile when I'm feeling down. Conan O'Brien, Powerpuff Girls, and WWE Smackdown do it for me. Sorry, I can't resist The Rock. Also, my boyfriend and I like to watch all these shows together. Fashion: "In" clothes don't really do anything for me. I like to wear what makes me feel comfortable and beautiful. I wish everyone could see my way. Music: I like mostly techno/dance, old rock, and hip hop. My favorite bands are Queen(Freddie Mercury will live forever in my heart. He saved my life.)
Occupation: Student
Industry: Research
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Member Since:
2/26/2003
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| Sorry it's been so lond since I wrote, but nothing much has been going on in my life. Basically, get up, go to class, eat, do homework, and go to bed. The same old, same old. Thankfully, it's the weekend so something interesting in my life can happen. Yesterday, I get with my sorority sisters at Jenn's aptarment. We had such a great time. It was Bridget, Jenn, Kelly, CC, the Courtney E. and me. We got together for a fun night and made bandanas for children going through chemo. I'm so glad I selected this as my project. After we finished cutting them out, we made cool designs with puffy paint on them. They came out great! Later that night, Courtney E. was bouncing off the walls. I think she inhailed to much paint fumes. Anyways, she took some fabric and made into a toga, then decided to wear it as a do-rag(I think that's how you spell it). Then she decided to dance the tango with the carboard cut-out of Austin Powers all throughout the apartment. Silly girl! What a night. | | |
| What a boring day. Nothing much has been going on. But pretty soon my sorority sister Sheila will be taking me out to dinner. YAY!! That will be fun. Yesterday, her and I made box donations for the troops in the middle east. If you guys have any magazines, batteries, toothpaste, toothbrushes, and soap you will not be using, you can take them to the box behind the student info desk in Walton/Puttnam. No offense to anyone, but I think it's more helpful to send troops supplies than to walk the streets of someplace protesting the war. So far, the protests haven't done much to persuade our idiot president to keep peace. I mean I'm not all for the war, but I think we should do our best to support our brave troops. Gotta go! Sheila will be here soon and Karen is coming too! | | |
| YAY!!! I'm so happy. My friends took me out last night for a belated birthday dinner. I had so much fun. I also got a card with a panda on it and one of Galen's drawings. Thank you Galen! By the way, Andrew thank you for saying happy birthday to me on one of your web entries. That was very sweet of you. I missed you at dinner. | | |
| Here's to another birthday that comes and goes without a care. Strangely I don't feel and older or any younger. Oh well, maybe I will feel something next year. I'll think I will take Sheilia on her offer and go to a bar with her on Saturday. That way, I can forget about my crappy birthday in peace. | | |
| Well here goes by another pointless birthday, where no one could give two shits that you exist on the earth. Ever since I turned 17, my birthdays have been nothing but fucking shitty. That year, I had to go through chemo for my cancer. Then when I turned 18, which was supposed to be a great one since I was turning the big 1 8, nobody remebered my birthday. Everyone except my parents, Dennis, and two of my friends. Everyone one was in too much of a pissy mood to care. Then when I called Dennis later that night, we got into so much of a big fight that I told him to fuck our relationship. Later on that night I took him back. Now, once again, everyone is too busy to remember my birthday. I feel like Mollie Ringwald in the movie Sixteen Candles. Only it isn't my parents forgeting it, it's my friends. The only people who have said happy birthday to me today was Melinda, Dennis, Kelly, and my parents. Plenty of people could have said it to me today, but they have forgot. I don't mean to sound like a selfish bitch, but wouldn't you be hurt if practically everyone forgot your birthday. | | |
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