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Name: s o n n e l l i n o
Country: United States
Gender: Female
Interests: I love my guitar that I cannot play, my Jammer-baby who can play it, drawing, reading [Patricia McKillip, Pat O'Shea, Orson Scott Card, Amelia Atwater-Rhodes], Italian pastries and snacks [boconnotti, canoli, pastichiotti, biscotti], anime, JMusic and writing.
Expertise: I'm a visual communications major right now at my university, so I guess you could say that my "expertise" is the shoddy web graphics and such that I make using improper techniques and made up rules, or perhaps my drawings. I'm decent enough, I suppose.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message me
AIM:  boconnotto
AIM:  pandiona
Member Since:
2/28/2005
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| Wow. Really let this journal go again. Uh.
Crazy semester, trying not to kill people and things. Lots of roommate drama, lots of classwork drama, lots of OHMYFUCKINGGODAREYOUKIDDINGME stuff going on with the classwork drama, actually. Some minor problems with ... everything. Still surviving, though. Hopefully I'll start updating this thing soon with the mundane details of my daily life.
For now, I'll go back to my Modern Art paper.
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| The Prodigal Daughter?Man, I haven't written in months! I guess I just haven't had an interest in blogging or journal writing lately. There's a lot going on, though. Man. Lots of roommate crises and drama [all of which I'm sick of]. Also, I'm taking printmaking [w00t] so I have lots of lovely prints that I need to scan and show off. Also, last semester with photography I had some really good shots.
Yupyup.
So in any case, I'm off to Wally World to buy some bread and cheese. Ciao, darlings!
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| I really do need to practice guitar more.
No more excuses.
No more procrastination.
No more whining.
James is going to help me out on this, I already know. He gave me chords to switch around between and watched me practice them over the Mac's AIM video thing. It was a lot of fun. I really need to get my fingers used to the strings, again, though. They feel squishie.
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| Puked my guts out four times in the past twelve hours or so. It wasn't the alcohol, we don't think. My bet is on dinner last night, what with the cramps and the fact that I don't have a hangover-ish-feeling. Plus, it took over four hours from when I quit drinking to the first time I puked-- if it was the alcohol, by itself, it would have been waaaay sooner than that.
I called in to work and said I wasn't coming in; my manager chewed me out for a good long time about how I needed to come, and I couldn't leave them hanging, and so on. All I could say was "what do you want?! I'm vomitting stomach linings and fluids! Do you want me to have to run from the check stand to the bathroom every ten minutes like I've been doing all morning?!" He eventually conceeded to let it slide without penalty, and I had m'parents come pick my car and me up from my friend's house [she can't drive stick and had no way to get home even if she could].
Since I returned, I've managed to keep down Ritz crackers and room temperature tea. That's about it, thou-- YES! ITALY SCORED -- WHAT?! OFFSIDES?! AGHIES!
Right. That's about it, though. I've a bucket on hand in case anything wants to come back out the wrong way and a blanket spread over the couch. Stomach acids and half-digested crackers aren't too good for leather. Anyway. Back to the World Cup final, now. 1-1, and such an EXCITING match!
- s o n n e l l i n o -
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Dan for this one].
Retro TV power hour. From German He-Man
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