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Oh, here is a new pic of me from Halloween. What fun!
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December 31, 2003
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It is the last day of the year. I feel proud of what I have done this last year; I am glad
I reached that state of mind before the entire year was over and all I could do was look
back on my accomplishments and be sad that I did not realize that I did some worthwhile
things after all.
If you get a chance, take a look at the Palmer House website. I completely redid it. It is far from complete right now, especially considering that the links do not even work yet, but it is much improved from the old site. Conner's LJ is no longer running because he is not allowing non-friends to view it. A shame. Kevin still updates his site. I should update the About section, but I am lazy and I'm sure you do not care and my old site has not been update in a year, now, so that may not be too interesting to you either. I may be doing something interesting with that website in the future, however, simply because I can and it would be good practice. I am not quite sure what I would do with it, though... Oh, and I posted a picture of myself today as part of the update of things in general. I plan on making New Year's Resolutions at some point and posting them. That will either come later tonight after ringing in the new year with my parents and a full glass of champagne, or tomorrow while I am trying to make up for the sleep that I will miss out on tonight. *Yawn* I am already tired!! It is time for me to get going. I have a party at my friend Jimmy Lahood's house that I am going to drop by, and then I am going to my cousin's apartment to visit with two of my cousins, their significant others and a couple other people that may be around. In the meantime, for your viewing pleasure, here is a cute picture of my family at my brother's graduation. In order to have it not too blurry, I did not cut it down in size, so it may have taken a while to load. Sorry about that. |
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December 16, 2003
Okay, now that we are doing this update thing on a regular basis... or if nothing else, more regular than before, here we go again. A run-down of the day, minus emotional attachment: Woke up, ate breakfast, showered, went online to check e-mail with mom, put on make-up, left a voicemail for my aunt, went shopping with mom, talked to aunt on the celly, got home, watched Dr. Phil and read Glamour , talked to Breandan on the celly, watched Oprah, watched That 70s Show, watched Friends, finished reading Glamour , cleaned my room and came here. The next step on the agenda is reading more of The Grapes of Wrath and going to bed so I can wake up early tomorrow and go running- hiker style!! (note: running hiker style is aka running in the woods, jumping over fallen tree trunks, and leaping across streams while trying not to be tripped by my dog as she pees on every spot along side my jogging trail). So good day!
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December 14, 2003
I just finished taking a large number of relatively useless quizzes and decided to post the results on this website. I don't really have any response to these. And according to QuizDiva, I am also a dominant when it comes to sex. I must say, I don't really want to be, so I was not pleased with the results. And I am 46% gay according to a quiz the other day, meaning that I am a totally cool heterosexual babe who is confident in herself.
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Your dominant hues are green and blue. You're smart and you know it, and want to use your power to help people and relate to others. Even though you tend to battle with yourself, you solve other people's conflicts well. Your saturation level is very high - you are all about getting things done. The world may think you work too hard but you have a lot to show for it, and it keeps you going. You shouldn't be afraid to lead people, because if you're doing it, it'll be done right. Your outlook on life can be bright or dark, depending on the situation. You are flexible and see things objectively. |
It occurred to me today when I was trying to update all of these websites that I run (a grand total of two- I understand that I am pathetic for thinking that is a lot. But considering that one of them is a major endeavor for a college community, I'm going to allow myself to complain) that I need a webpage program like frontpage. Now that I have learned HTML and Javascript I feel I owe it to myself to make things a little bit easier. So all of you pure code junkies can just bite me.
Just a slight note for those of you who run livejournals. I noticed recently that a bunch of you were convinced that going home for the Christmas holidays was quite possibly one of the best things that could happen to you. The following is of course not intended to insult you but is merely a bit of an opinion from the other side of the issue that perhaps none of you will recocognize as being a possibility for how you would ever feel about going home:
Home in Peoria is a place of insecurity. Firstly, I don't have a doctor when I come home of any sort. This would seem to be silly if it weren't for the fact that I have tried to see doctors here. Unfortunately, none of them ever caught a potentially serious heart defect for the 19 years that I was under their care. Furthermore, they failed to recognize and treat me upon numerous occassions for serious illness. I am now being shoveled into the hands of numerous Chicago medical professionals as a result of the aforementioned's negligence. Just a side note, if you are in Peoria and ever need to be under the care of a cardiologist, you'll have to drop dead of a heart attack first- they won't refer you for necessary preventative measures that are required by more compitent medical staff. Sadly, Peoria is unsafe because if I were to become ill while at home, I would have no one to see and would have to rely on communication via e-mail to a group of doctors in Chicago.
What else has Peoria become to me? A place where it is impossible to keep friends. Yes, it is understandable as you go to college that you lose many of the friends you had in high school In some cases, I see this as almost a relief. A few of the people I had no interest in maintaining contact with simply drifted out of my life without problems. As for the rest, I am not quite sure what happened. But I am assured that if I have no means of transportation and for some reason can not travel to my friends, they will not come to me. Amazingly, e-mails, IM's, and phone calls go unanswered in this world where communication is only deemed relevant if it is immediately followed by the assurance that I am driving somewhere to meet someone. College is simply easier. In this technological environment of high-speed internet and cell phones, communication of simple facts such as what paper I am working on or what library I am sitting in is important to many of my acquaintances, and in many instances, if they don't see me for a couple of days, they make the effort to come see me just to check in. And yes, this is mutual.
Peoria is a place where it is nearly impossible to find a job without some form of 'connection.' Hell, the entire world is that way. Fortunately for me, I've managed to make some 'connections' in my small world at the University. When I enter the job market permenantly, my best bet for a career will be something in Chicago. When I look for summer employment, I actually stand a chance in the competitive city. Peoria does not even rank for it's summer opportunities, since even restaurant and retail work is hard to come by due to the unusually large number of employment-aged candidates inundating the job pool year-round.
Sure, there are more reasons why I don't like it here, and much of the above is also exaggerated slightly. However, if you were to take a moment to sit and talk with me, you might also realize that much of it is true. And we won't even begin to touch on some of the other things that I dislike about the environment here. I at least don't feel like the above are too personal for your viewing pleasure. I refuse to air my personal problems on the internet. Go find your trash elsewhere.
November 17, 2003
I've been taking quizzes for no reason. Thought maybe you would be interested in seeing the results. Haha, the other day I was told that I was the perfect girlfriend. How's about that?? I don't believe it.
A GARAGE-GURL. Youre into loud music, hot guys and
wild fashions. Youre most at ease when youve
got all your mates around you and you like to
party. Boys are a game and youre always on the
ball because you make sure youre always number
one. Your virtues: Confidence, fun nature, sociability. Your flaws: Loudness, jealous tendency, need for
attention.
What kind of girl are you?
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October 7, 2003
Long time no update. Here are the basics for those of you who would like to know:
Class Schedule
Human Development- M/W 1:30-2:50
Mind- Tu/Th 10:30-11:50
Legal Reasoning- Tu/Th 1:30-2:50
French Literature- Tu/Th 3:00-4:20
That's right, I've got Fridays off this quarter. Other than that, things are going great in my neck of the woods. I'll see you around and update in the future.
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September 4, 2003
Stupid Cindy and Wesley. They're in for trouble in the future. But I don't know if I'll write that part. I am lazy.
It felt like fall today! The weather was cool and leaves were falling. I am debating wearing shorts with a sweatshirt tomorrow. A fashion faux pas to be sure, but I might do it just because I can.
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September 3, 2003
Hand in hand, yet again, they walked silently back to the car. A couple yards before they reached the curb of the parking lot, their hands broke apart, as if to say that what had happened was left in the shadows of the park that night. Wesley reached into his pocket for his keys and pushed a button that automatically unlocked the truck with a click. As he climbed into the driver's seat, he sighed and shook his head slightly to himself.
Cindy batted at a couple mosquitos that had buzzed forth and landed on her arm and took one last fresh breath of the moist air as she entered the stuffy cab of the truck. Ashamed by her dismissal of their contact and upset with herself for asking to be taken home, she hung her head slightly lower. Her eyes barely met the dashboard and her eyelids dared not lift higher as she bit her lip and tasted the sweet remnants of her lip gloss.
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September 2, 2003
Struggling to regain her footing, Cindy only succeeded in landing soundly on Wesley's lap. Unable to stand right away, she felt his hands clasp around her waist and felt his warm breath on the back of her neck.
"Can't say I didn't warn you," He said confidently, for once. The swing gently rocked, as if moved by the breeze and he relaxed slightly as they settled in their positions.
As if to tell him that he had not won her over so easily, Cindy abruptly tore from his grasp, turned, and pulled him to his feet so that they stood together on the uneven sand. They were about the same height, but Cindy's slender frame drew a strong contrast to Wesley's stocky figure. From his build, along with the sloppy cut of his boyishly blond hair, it was easy to tell that he was only a young high school student. However, his strength pulled her to him and this time she was unable to win her way out of his embrace.
"I don't know what I'm doing," Cindy stammered as she came to a realization of what was actually happening between them. Despite her appearances of experience, she had not been in this situation before and now that the moment had come, she was almost sure that she would rather be home than in a dark park with a boy that she was only mildly attracted to. With her eyes lowered to avoid his incessant stare, she allowed the outside world to fade and only noticed her panic as she encountered this unknown.
Swiftly, Wesley leaned down to the level of her bent chin and kissed her gently with soft, moist lips. In the next second, Cindy had pushed him away and stood with her arms crossed in front of her, apologizing for her confusion and declaring that the time had come for her to go home. The outside world returned and she felt chilled in the autumn air. Thoughts of her mother waiting for her to return as midnight came and went and her home, safe and comfortable, reminded her that more than anything, she simply did not know what she was doing there.
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September 1, 2003
Wesley continued mumbling things as Cindy sat quietly in the swing. He was a little upset that she never looked at him, but insisted on staring into the dark forest in front of her. Searching her eyes for any sign that she might be stealing glances at him, he found nothing but an unrecognizable fog. Slowly, his speech dwindled and he stopped talking as his hands fell to his lap and he stared at the pattern the toe of his shoe had made in the dry sand. Cindy held her gaze toward the woods, but took in a slightly noticeable breath of air and swallowed loudly after a half minute of silence.
Suddenly, Wesley began swaying from side to side in his swing, coming dangerously close to Cindy's swing. "Stop!" She screamed jokingly, as his swing collided with hers. Surprised by his flirting, she dodged his next movement and put her hands up in front of her in mock defense.
"You had better watch out," Wesley warned. "I'll pull you out of your swing and then you'll have no choice but to sit on my lap."
"Oh my gosh, you've got to be kidding. You wouldn't ever do that; you're too shy." Cindy laughed in amazement. By all prior experiences, she was correct. Even if Wesley were to make an aggressive move like that, nothing would come of it. Not even a year before, they had been parked along a deserted street, together in his truck but nothing had come of it even though there was a definate tension in the air. Ultimately, in their world of friends and social relations, nothing more ever happened between friends.
As Cindy struggled to brush his hand away from tickling and grabbing her sides, she started to fall from the swing. With a screech and a last swipe at Wesley's hand, she landed firmly in the sand with a mischevious grin toward Wesley.
"You are going to get it!" She menaced, with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye as she brushed the sand from her corduroy pants. With a step toward Wesley, she made to push him off his swing, but toppled over his lap instead due to some jumbled footing.
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August 29, 2003
The swings stood out in the eerie darkness between the trees in a hidden part of the park. The moon made the metal of the poles shine and the light color of the sand kept the friends from stumbling as they walked across the small open area around the swingset.
"So how was your night at work?" Cindy asked as she gently sat on a black plastic swing and Wesley took one beside her. She gripped the metal links of the swing as she began to swing forward and backward, higher and higher.
"Eh, it was alright," Wesley answered as he pushed his feet around in the sand. "We were not very busy, so I spent a while standing at the register and then sent out to collect the carts. How about you?"
"Oh, it was okay. The usual- busy line of customers, one or two of them get mad at me, some of them give me tips, we clean up and leave," Cindy replied. The conversation carried gradually to their families and school, along with some discussion about their mutual friends. Slowly, Cindy stopped swinging and swayed back and forth while she dug into the sand with the toe of her shoe. While Wesley talked, she absorbed his words, but also floated through a myriad of thoughts and emotions of her own. It was that way with every discussion she had- it was not that she did not hear what the other person was saying, but the activity in her own mind was so intense that sometimes she just became lost in the words.
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August 26, 2003
Wesley agreed to a trip to the park with a slight nod of his head and turned the car down a winding street overshadowed by trees. Cindy took a deep breath and gripped the seat of the car as he took the curves at dangerous speeds. As she inhaled, she smelled the soft scent of light cologne, the smell of the leather seats, and the dew as it settled in the leaves and underbrush. Her face felt cool from the night air and the stars sparkled for her as she tilted her head toward the sky outside the window.
As the car slid into a spot along the edge of the park playground area, Wesley pulled the key from the ignition and moved his other hand to the car door as he unlocked and opened it. When Cindy had stepped down onto the loose gravel that lay on top of the pavement, he locked the car, pocketed the keys, and strode over to her side of the truck. Cindy stood idly with her nose pointed toward the sky and her hands hanging limply at her sides. Her eyes blinked a couple times as she lowered her chin and watched Wesley come near her. Still obviously stuck in a thought, she took a slow step toward him and the park when he paused at the front corner of the truck.
Brushing against Wesley as she passed, Cindy felt his hand grasp hers and looked back into his face in surprise. Preserving the silence that had enclosed them for the majority of the evening, he merely shrugged his shoulders, gave a half smile, and walked with her toward the swingset that was hidden behind a dark wall of trees. Their feet trampled the overgrown grass that was wet from the humidity settling from the air and each one was careful of the distance between themselves, considering the unexpected development in their evening.
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August 25, 2003
The cool breath of the evening breeze touched her face as she stretched and got up from the table at a local walkup ice cream shop. She had just finished a cup of plain chocolate ice cream and neatly wiped the corners of her mouth with a crisp white napkin. With a glance at her watch and a toss of her hair, she gathered her garbage and made way for the plastic trash bins that were chained to part of the building.
A black truck pulled up, a recent model with a sparkling finish and new tires, with a clean-cut teenage boy at the wheel. He scanned the patio of the ice cream parlor from the parking lot and paused at an angle in one of the spaces. Nonchalantly staring into space, he tapped the beat of a song from the radio on his steering wheel while resting his elbow on the window of the truck.
The girl, Cindy, paused in her path to the trash bin, hesitated, and finished the task with a firm turn on her heels toward the parking lot. As she headed toward the black truck, she carefully tucked her keys into her pocket and looked over her own vehicle in a space near the truck. Without obtaining recognition from the driver of the truck, Cindy opened the passenger side door and swiftly slid into place on the gray leather seat. While she fastened her seatbelt, the boy turned the key in the ignition, stepped on the gas and pulled away from the ice cream parlor.
"So," he said when they were on the main road leading through town from the shop."What would you like to do - or go? I mean, is there somewhere you want to go?" He was trying to act calm but failing miserably as he stuttered through his questions and made them more complicated than need be. The air blew in harshly through his window, rumpling his blond hair and causing him to squint at the road to keep his eyes from drying.
"Well, Wesley, that's up to you, but if you want to just head to the park and take it easy for a while, we can just do that. Until we find something better to do." She stopped, opened her mouth as if to add to the last sentence, and closed it again after a moment. Cindy had obviously not noticed Wesley's halted speech or constant movements, sure signs of nervousness. Her own anxiety and surprise at finding herself as such in the presence of an old friend clouded her judgement and she assumed that she was vulnerable in a situation where no one was on top.
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August 24, 2003
Well, after another sleepless night (I am defective and can not sleep properly) I took a three hour nap this morning. Odd thing is that my neck, yes my NECK, fell asleep when I dozed off for about ten minutes. I woke up very uncomfortable and had to move around to get feeling back into it. At least it was only half my neck. But really, can that actually happen?
My dog likes to attack things, I am so proud.
Sascha was back online this evening which made me incredibly happy!
And now for a high-quality quote from a book I was reading last night:
-W.E.B. Du Bois from The Souls of Black Folk
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August 23, 2003
Why thank you for reminding me, I forgot that I was invisible.
Let's have song lyrics, shall we?
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
And that's what I have to say about that. Chin up, peace out!
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August 22, 2003
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"I'm scared of what I saw, of what I did, of who I am and most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling for the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you."
-Dirty Dancing. And that is my favorite quote.
I am ashamed to say that I went shopping today at Kidder's Music, KMart, Bergners, Sears, Famous Bar, Barnes and Noble, and Jimmy John's(picked up lunch) and all I got was underwear. In the last three days, I have only bought binders, sports bras and underwear. Nobody is going to see these things, why do I bother? I am frustrated by my inability to find the things that I wanted at those stores instead of the things I needed. We have a stray cat living in our yard that is from somewhere in the neighborhood. He has not been fixed and is chasing the female cat from across the street who has also not been fixed. It seems that our yard is a halfway meeting place for them, and they are loud together. My poor cat, who has been fixed and deprived of all desire just sits near the driveway staring at the bushes where they are. It is really pathetic and kind of sad. |
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August 21, 2003
Just a few random things today. After first starting the summer by not eating and losing almost 10 pounds, I managed to regain all of it over the next month and become sluggish, so it's back to the exercise for me and I am already feeling better. So, just a few more weeks to stick with this routine and maybe I'll keep it when I get to school.
One of my high school idols has fallen to the wicked dating culture. The one girl that I thought could make it without falling victim to a crush has not escaped the curse, and girls everywhere have one less role model today. To give her credit, she is allowed to have a relationship just like everyone else, but I figured she would be the one that would truly be happy being single and confident.
I watched Queer Eye for the Straight Guy today and rather than disgust me, it amused and entertained me. More than anything, I could not help thinking how much things have changed. When I was younger, gay was not even mentioned, and to be gay at my high school was just asking for somebody to come along and haze you, but in college, it seems like half my friends are openly gay. I am happy, in most ways, for what the country has become in its acceptance of different lifestyles. This last year we read a document in Civ class by a professor at my school that said that by our tolerance of everything we have lost perspective of what we value and we have lost our opinions, differences, and abilities to express ourselves. I will agree that the age of tolerance can be overdone, but in the end, I would much rather have a world that can accept the lifestyles of me and my friends than one that is critical, often without reason.
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August 19, 2003
After last entry's horrible attempt at entertainment, I thought you all might enjoy a couple of quotes I have encountered recently and in the past.
"You are the black sheep in a family of nice people"
- Mr. Menger, my senior year literature teacher, to me, while going over a college entrance essay. Apparently, he did not like me and I must say that after enduring some other biting remarks from him in his class that year, I did not care for him much either.
"Hi, this is Tom Buyers with the FBI. I was calling for Joy Butler..."
- A message left on our answering machine today for my mother. Who would have thought that the FBI would be calling us? Naturally, we were thrilled.
"Well, if you have not fainted or been in the emergency room, then you can't be that sick."
- My doctor when I told him that I wanted to find a way to feel better. General practitioners sicken me.
"You are a beautiful human being and even if I have to give all of myself, I will keep you safe and happy."
- This one was not actually said, but it sounds nice, doesn't it?
"Only about 35% of the area's public high school eleventh graders passed state requirements in science, and approximately the same in math."
- The local news reporting on test results at Peoria's four public high schools.
More quotes in the future, perhaps, as my fellow human beings continue to confuse and amaze me! Until then, peace out and stay cool peeps!
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August 18, 2003
In case you have not noticed, I do not put many personal items of curiosity into my website. The way I see it, if you want a stylized personal rant, you can check out a livejournal or weblog and if you want scintillating details concerning someone else's life, you can do the same or check out the nearest porn site. I do not have any problem with the fact that many of my friends include these sorts of things in their websites. After all, that is why I read them. But if I were to include any of the above, I would be lying about my intentions in posting any sort of news at all. I apologize for the lack of content, and in the future, I will most likely have a change of heart, but until then, I will provide you with a story that perhaps fills the voids that would otherwise be occupied by the abovementioned content. The story below is incomplete to say the least, but is an outline for something bigger, if I ever find the time or motivation to work into it. Unfortunately, the detail required to pull off the story is more than I can ever fit into one entry, and this attempt is more than lacking in any sort of explanation of a plot. However, it is all I have right now and you do not have to read it.
I never supposed that after a full year of college I would find myself back in the same small town, smelling the hay, freshly baled from the field, and following my boyfriend to local basketball games. The reason I came home was simple; the boyfriend was going to be here, and I needed a chance to experience the old environment before making my way into the world.
While I was leaning against a disorganized stack of extra chairs and tables in the hallway just outside of the gym where my boyfriend was leading his basketball team to a strong victory, I recognized one of my former coworkers and a group of the 'popular' kids from my old high school. Wanting to show them up in my egotistical fashion, I cast a glance over my tanned, toned arms and gave a quick flip of my long brown hair. Before coming to the game, I had taken care in applying my eyeshadow and liner with perfection and placing lip gloss over my full lips. I allowed myself to smile as they approached and made light conversation about our experiences in this last year. They, of course, were perfectly made over and wearing the latest fashions, bought at the most expensive prices to show their power in this worldly universe. As our easy-going banter continued, I scoffed within myself at their cheap attempts to show who they were, without ever knowing the world they would face if only they left our small farming community and travelled the places I had been. When they suggested giving me a ride home, having noticed that I had nothing more to amuse myself than the woodchips I was breaking off the battered stack of tables and chairs, I gave a casual 'sure' and jumped into the utility van driven by my former coworker.
Conversation continued lightly, as I watched the blur of cornfields and soybeans pass by the tinted windows of the van. I sat between two girls I had known since grade school, but because of our social situations, had not been 'able' to talk to in any social manner since the primary grades. After a year away at school and some much-needed worldly experience I felt better than them. I wanted them to know it. "So, Kristen, how did you do at school this last year?" I asked nonchalantly as I rearranged the extra shirt and shoes I had brought with me in my bookbag.
"Didn't you hear that I was back at high school this year?" She said, staring at me with a hurt, confused look on her face. "Same old, same old, I guess. I had to take some of the classes over, but I graduated. Heh, a year late." As she finished her sentence, she tried to brush off the seriousness of the situation. She smiled and shook her golden brown hair that hung in a perfectly styled ponytail. Picking off the remainder of her purple nailpolish, she sat in a different position with her legs curled up in front of her, her head down and eyes staring at her fidgeting hands.
I honestly did not know that she did not graduate. Normally, I would have felt guilty at my statement's inadvertant revelation of this fact that she was obviously not proud of, but it only increased my feeling of confidence. The day was hot, the sun shone brightly on the van that did not have air condition and had a heavy black interior, but I felt completely comfortable in my maroon tank top. I continued rearranging my bag and stole a glance at the girl next to me, Nicole. They were all being so nice to me, but I could not forgive them within myself for the years they had made me an outcast. The demon within me allowed me to gloat over my success. I had the looks, the success, the boyfriend and had made it away from their demented social circles that only grew stronger in their ability to down more alcohol, smoke more cigarettes, and sleep with more nameless people.
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August 12, 2003
Jeff's LiveJournal featured a quiz about kissing styles and I just could not help myself. I figured that the result would either be flattering or just plain insulting, but I never expected it to amuse me this much! After the first sentence, I burst out laughing, but the rest of the description makes up for it somewhat. You lucky people get to see the results for yourself and laugh your socks off at my misfortune. Go figure.
You are a child's kiss. Completely sweet and
innocent and pure. You mean no harm and only
love in your sweet kisses.
What kind of kiss are you?
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Over and out!
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August 11, 2003
I was walking into a store today and noticed some guy staring at me. I was amazed because he was handsome, with flowing dark brown hair, serious eyes, and a perfectly toned body. I strolled by him, allowing my hair to flow back over my shoulders and hoping that the Cucumber Melon scent I had sprayed over myself before I left would reach his nose and attract him to me. Instead, he turned to a shopping cart a few feet away with a two month old wailing in the front of it, legs outstretched through the holes under the handle of the basket. I calmly walked through the aisle, picked up a box of Cheerios and added it to the growing pile of food items that had collected in my shopping cart. After about thirty minutes of wandering around the store, scanning the shelves, and occassionally adding to my food stuffs, I took the cart to the front of the store and paid for my purchases. With only two bags of groceries, I was able to comfortable leave the basket behind in the store and sauntered to my car with my keys dangling from my delicate hands.
None of this really happened and does not interest me in the slightest, but if you read it, CONGRATS. Goodness knows I never would have been able to make it to the end of it. Have a great day and thanks for stopping by the rarely updated but better organized website!
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July 24, 2003
A new website and I am already slow with the updates. So be it.
Still working on the Javascript and I must admit that I have not gotten very far. I have traded in computer knowledge for reading fiction and philosophy.
Mom is gone for the week, so I have to fend for myself and take care of the house with my father.
Check out some of the links if you have time. A basic introduction to them is simply that the 'Old Site' is my old geocities site, last updated in January, 'Palmer House' is the website for my house at U of C that I threw together last year, 'About' explains that lovely little word at the top of the screen as well as giving an introduction to me, 'Kevin's Site' is a website of one of my friends that I make a habit of checking often, and 'Conner's LJ' is just the livejournal of Conner, which no person can live without reading. So give it a whirl and let me know how it goes.
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July 12, 2003
Due to some odd events, I held off updating for quite a while. Work has now also begun on Javascript. Estimated finish date- as soon as possible.
Work on this site is slow... but eventually it will be done and released to everyone. Pictures coming soon, along with much needed links.
Time to go get drugged up again and read some more. Then to bed because of bike riding tomorrow.
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July 5, 2003
The beginning work on programming in Visual C++ has already begun. You will be receiving updates whenI finish it. Estimated finish date- sometime in late September when I first return to school.
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July 4, 2003
I am obviously still working on the site and trying to get it posted. Happy Fourth, everyone! Fireworks downtown tonight, maybe I will go. Made no-bake cheesecake and cupcakes for the family. Catch ya later.
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July 3, 2003
I decided that I had enough with my old website. I need a change, to say the least. So here is the new attempt at the site. We will see how it works. And hey, I can keep things a little more organized on this one!