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| Dontcha do it to me,
Findin' a way to live,
Givin' it everything. so i went to disneyland today...
Dontcha do it to me,
There's something inside of me,
It's hopeful, but bittersweet.
I think in time you will see
The memories never fade,
In time we will feel the pain?
I really hope you agree,
I did what I said I would,
Doing the things I should.
Finally, I'm seeing clearer.
Finally, we can be who we are.
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| In my efforts to tackle senior year in true Carpe Diem style, I find myself working three jobs, preparing schedules for my Fall roles as Ambassador and Pledge Assistant, and pending a possible return from my year long dance team hiatus.
Though my schedule is packed tighter than my shopping bag at the H&M San Francisco fall fashion sale, I'm optimistic that it will be a fun-filled and exciting quarter. For yours truly, my super busy schedule might be a great opportunity to start developing those organizational skills I was advised about during those Time Management workshops I used to attend in the dorms. And though the "plan ahead" card too often gets mentally filed away in the back half of the gray matter between "pick clothes up off the floor" and "turn the lights off before knocking out," its going to have to make a more frequent appearance if i plan on having any sort of social life this fall.
So here's to senior year.
Unleash hell.
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on special for some summer sizzle, abercrombie and fitch introduce: the overdeveloped thrusting muscle
it looks like this hunkity hearthrob hit the gym so hard that his muscles began melting down into his nether regions. oh me oh my.
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| bath and body just introduced a new fragrance called Sea Island Cotton. it conjures images of a light airy puff of cotton rolling along a sea side cliff, waves crashing inches below....
a moist cotton ball that smells like fish.
i'm not convinced.
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| 2GB Hard Drives and Kama Sutra ReadersI am a professional unfinisher. That said, it follows that I am also a professional starter. I like to get myself worked up over new ideas that catch my fancy, where then I spontaneously, impatiently, often recklessly, dive into Urgent and Fabulous New Idea #2384973 with vigor and rapid-fire enthusiasm. Soon however, my enthusiasm wanes, and Urgent and Fabulous New Idea #2384973 becomes less urgent and less fabulous, and is doomed to suffer through its final chapter forlornly shoved further and further to the far end of my cerebral desktop until it fails into the crack between between the desk and the wall, condemned to a crumpled existence between Spontaneous Obsession #2345435 and Bypassed Opportunity #18275034 until it decomposes and becomes again the grey matter from whence it came. It is a grim fate that awaits great ideas addressed to the brain that inhabits the window side of the smaller bedroom of the fourth floor of this condo.
Most economics majors say they hate to write. I could say that I'm a rebel to that majority or I could say that I'm not supposed to be an economics major. Beautifully, there is truth in both. It's been nearly 6 months since my last post, long enough for my mental connection with xanga to reset to novelty status. And so in celebration of a summer of career exploration, long distance solo commutes, and my first time without summer homework since I was about eleven, here I am a starter, once again.
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I spent $16 of my nonexistant income today at the Kwik EMart on Verdugo and Olive. Among my loot, a box of Krusty Os cereal, a 3 pack of Buzz Cola, a Sprinklicious pink frosted donut, and a WooHoo! Blue Vanilla Squishy. I stood in line for about five minutes outside the door and grinned at the Springfield Bank "putting decimal points in the wrong place since 194.0". I'm not a Simpsons fanatic by any definition, but I have to give a hand to Matt Groening. That man has some kind of talent, and I appreciate talent. It's something amazing this publicity stunt the marketing team has pulled. I gotta hand it to them. There are only 7 Kwik E Marts, 2 of which are here in LA until the end of the month. My advice: go be part of primetime pop culture history and go take a step into Springfield for yourself.
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A conversation overheard at work today in regards to a global client preparing to receive large quantity of online media...
AF: My client in Tibuktu today asked me if they were okay with a 2 GB server
KE: 2GB?? What do they got 2 shuffles plugged in over there?
AF: I say whaaaaaat? And they ask me, 'what? too much?'
I was incredibly amused when I heard this conversation. It also reminded me that the world is not as technology savvy as we are here in LA. Life is something different in other parts of the world. I send out database update requests and get back more Out of Office for Two Weeks auto-responses than actual replies. People take off during the summer in other parts of the world, I'm told. Everywhere but here. Workaholics. Here in savvyville. What do we spend all day working for? Wouldn't life be a little more calm if we had large family lunches at 2pm. Wouldn't we be more alert and less stressed at the end of the work day if we made time for an afternoon siesta? Wouldn't our lives seem a little bit richer if we had a three week vacation to look forward to every summer?
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Potato balls and opera cake dinner at Portos. What could be better?
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When I was a kid I loved to read. I would read at school, in bed, at the store. I figured out how to keep the pages open with the lotion bottle so I could read while I dried my hair. At night I would hold open a book in the car and hustle through a few words in the second we passed a lamppost and the light flooded in. When most kids were disobedient they were grounded. I got my book taken away instead. My favorite section at Borders is the self-help section. Today I was joyfully perusing all of the titles in the section when I overheard a middle aged couple behind me in the erotica section.
"oh there's the kama sutra" the lady said.
i paused a second but didn't pay much notice. Then I started hearing occasional murmers, "this one looks like it would feel good"..."see honey that's how the man is supposed to be to do this"..."the man just lies there for this one"..."i used to be able to do that, but i think it would give me a headache now all that movement"..."i think you have to know acrobatics for this one"...
From their looks this couple could have easily been my friend's parents. It was a homely looking couple. The slow moving type from the looks of it. The kind that wears fanny packs and visors to the swap meet, and flower printed blouses and practical shoes. The gentleman had long unkempt hair, and he kept his head and voice lowered and stood supportingly by the lady's side. The lady was contributing most of the dialogue, in a soft voice one usually hears murmuring about wanting to change the color of the window drapes. "Honey I want you to do this to me" she said. "Pull your hair?" he asked softly. "No, he's giving her a head massage," she lightly corrected.
After commenting on the time of store closing and their car in the parking lot, the couple left without buying anything. I guess they were just looking for some inspiration. Love is everywhere.
*disclaimer. the above statements are 85% real, 15% what my brain made up to fill in the hazy gaps
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