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Name: Christina
Country: Azerbaijan
Gender: Female
Interests: well, the main hobby, as demonstrated by this profile, is putting strange things in little boxes. isn't azerbaijan a cool word? i think the only motivation to live there is to say the name. i also enjoy talking. a lot. and singing/whistling really loud. that's always fun. i like doing strange and random dances spontaniously, biting my nails, AIM(even though it sucks, i don't understand why so many ppl use it. there should be a mass immegration to yahoo, or some other alternate IM thingy, but what can you do?), rambling, repeating myself, spacing out(that's a big one), umm...losing my train of thought, playing the clarinet/sort of guitar/not really piano, band(it's a cult), repeating myself, inserting bad jokes where they're not wanted, being inarticulate and incoherent, video games(hoorah for sonic!), and watching tons of movies/tv(naturally).
Expertise: hehehe, well my expertise pretty much encompasses anything you can think of. after all, being the universe requires quite a bit of knowledge. not so much requires, but if you are sitting around all day with all this stuff going on inside of you, you kinda wanna know what it is exactly that's happening. or maybe that's just me.
Occupation: Retired
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  Cyradis50012
Member Since:
10/5/2003
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| You go away for six months and look what happens. Xanga is really doing...something. Can't say that I like it. I guess I can't really say I dislike it either, I just looked at it all. It took me a good 5 minutes to figure out how to post things. I guess if I really wanted to keep a blog, I would keep up with it, but since I don't, I don't really care.
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| It's the summer now. Yay!
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| Well, I think it's safe to say that this semester has been significantly busier than all those prior to it. Second update in the semester! Go me! Really, I haven't looked in my xanga since January. Or close to it.
Hanging out with VAC people makes me feel like I'm getting funnier. They always laugh at my jokes! It's so rewarding. For example: today Rosemary was telling one of our members, who had won the second place Drawing award in our ArtFest competition, that his figure had a lot of weight to it. He was kind of confused as to what she meant, and after she had explained it a little more I was like "basically, she's calling it fat." And then everyone laughed.
Yeah, I'm that funny.
Now that I have fulfilled my ego quota for my xanga, I think maybe I'll go do some writing that will affect my life in a more tangible way. I have two major papers and two not as major papers due within the next week and a half, so I have more urgent places to type my words. K, thanks, bye.
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| So, January is nearly over and already I feel like I'm so behind I may never finish this semester. If I never finish the semester, I will never graduate. Just because I have always wanted to be a bum living under an overpass doesn't mean that I have always wanted to be a bum living under and overpass that hasn't graduated college. Sigh. Why is life so scary and hard? Oh, I remember, this is the exchange we made a thousand or so years ago. Instead of being ignorant and afraid with a hard life we are not quite as ignorant with a life just as hard and scary. Wait...how is that an exchange? Hmmm...I guess we got screwed? Probably. We aren't nearly as smart as we think we are most of the time. Except for me, I'm always as smart as I think I am. Not really, unfortunetly. So for my Advanced Composition class we have a weekly blog and have written several short, informal works that have only been for a completion grade. Everything I've written so far has been fairly opinionated. I'm not sure why. I'm normally not one of those people that gets very polarized over anything. I'm pretty sure it's just being surrounded by a lot of people that don't really have any sort of well-founded opinion about anything. Who knows. I actually like the class, though. I haven't liked an English class since...forever? Well...maybe I liked Mrs. Saccomano's class. I probably didn't like it because of any excessive enjoyment of the material, though. I guess I am liking the class because I feel that it has the potential to improve my writing, something I haven't taken much pride in since I was small, without being judged on things that I've frequently been judged on before that I've always found to be irrelevant. Does that make sense? I hope so. Well, maybe not, because perhaps if it does make sense then I am not who I thought I was and will have to undergo some kind of existential crisis. I don't know where I'll find an Existential Dectective to help me through something like that. Yay, movie reference! K, Bye. | | |
| Michelle said I needed to update more, and I basically do what people tell me to so here I am. Updating. Whoopie. I achieved something today. I swam a mile. Swam. I know, I know, I'm amazing. If I keep this up I'm gonna be one of those Olympic swimmers. They'll nickname me 'shortie' or something, it'll be really cute. I'm very proud of myself, so you should be too. I'll just trust that you are. It's troubling how quickly the past summer and semester have gone by. I feel like I just started. I feel like the summer has just begun. I can't believe I've already been dating a boy for like 4 months now. There are people that I consider friends that still don't know this. Why? Because I feel like this just started, but it's already the longest-lasting relationship I've ever had. It's craziness, I tell you. My life has gone a little insane. Or maybe it's just gotten a little more interesting. It's hard to tell, but I think I preferred having a boring life. Not only is it easier to be a smart-ass that way, since people have nothing to throw back in your face, but my feet hurt less. I get more sleep. I miss sleep. I used to sleep all the time. I don't really do that anymore. I used to keep up with people. I don't really do that as well anymore. I don't mean to make this post like serious or anything. I'm just whining. Actually, I'm not sure that my life has gotten anymore interesting, it's just busier. But don't think that means I'd like to exchange busy for interesting. Grey's Anatomy is interesting, but I'd never want to be one of them. They're sad and angry and depressed all the time because they can't seem to decide who they need to sleep with, or the person they want to sleep with dies, or they end up betraying the person they sleep with. I wrote a 3 page paper (that hardly seems like a paper anymore) about Grey's this week and how Izzie is too hot to be taken seriously. I thought it was funny, since I don't think I've ever had that problem, but then I realized I do sort of have that problem. Not that I'm too hot to be taken seriously, but I'm too youthful looking to be taken seriously. I'm ok with this, in most cases. It can be annoying, but it's nice to know that you can get the kids price at most places. El fin. | | |
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