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novembre 24e, 2006

10:39 pm - je suis une maitresse sale... I think I'm on a See's chocolate/too much cheesecake/post-shopping high. I'm all... happy. Or whatever. Euphoric? Sure. But I have a sinking feeling I'm going to get fat as a result. But MAN is cheesecake tasty! Humeur actuelle: quixotic

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novembre 18e, 2006

03:35 am The first sentence is crucial, the first word is crucial, this document could potentially change the civilized modern world as we know it and, of course, I can't think of a single thing to write. She sat next to her computer dripping with an unbelievably disgusting combination of sweat and rain. A completely open ended task left her with nothing but frustration. Peering out through her dirty window, she stared blankly down at the puddled street, just wishing an answer would manifest itself in a pattern of leaves. If only life were that simple. She took inventory of her workspace and cringed, thinking it was no wonder she hadn't gotten laid in what seemed like a year (but was more like three months.... okay, closer to four): empty water bottles, old receipts and flyers, ear plugs, a dirty cereal bowl complete with dirty spoon, groceries dotted with rain yet to be put away, a bag of twenty-something of those pink tin yogurt lids that would somehow turn into money for breast cancer research after being mailed in. Honestly, what kind of sick and twisted mind would hit that? Her last few boyfriends flitted through her mind, and she was thoroughly disgusted. Were they finally having an impression on her? Was her lust causing her to emulate them, and everything about them down to their dirty little habits? Vivid flashbacks of rolling over just to have the tips of her fingers dip into three day old milk. God I miss being satisfied like that. Her attention returned to the rainy day. In the time it took her to lapse momentarily into bitter loneliness and blind self-loathing, dusk had fallen and the street lights came on. That neon parking sign she'd many times before fantasized about destroying had already begun to flicker agitatedly. She suddenly had the urge to find her rifle and take that sign out, one neon letter by-- She stopped herself. Running her hands over her buzzed head, she sighed and muttered "NO ONE is going to EVER marry an ex-marine lady sharpshooter." She shook her head, calmed herself, and refocused on the procrastination of her burdensome work. As blank thoughts ran through her head, she mindlessly fingered her dog-tags, caressing each groove and indentation in the smooth metal, when something she spotted on the street out the window made her entire body freeze. She immediately recovered from her psycho-paralysis, glanced back at the empty word-processing document and thanked the lord her day had been unproductive. Her eyes scanned her desk again, her hands scrambling through the clutter for a pen and a piece of scrap paper. She quickly scribbled six words onto the back of a coupon for a haircut at the hair salon downstairs (ironic) and crumpled it up. She was still in the middle of finding an appropriate place to conceal it when, with a loud crack, her door was kicked in by a man dressed in all black and an olive green hat who suddenly stood before her and screamed "BOHEME!" before shooting her in the head point blank. There are really only five sentences that are Andrew's, but they're pretty obvious. What do you think of the first page of my book? Humeur actuelle: blah Musique actuelle: bored AND stressed. feels good guys, feels good.

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octobre 26e, 2006

01:34 pm - at least they're honest... Chem textbook quotes: Pg 10, paragraph 2, sentence 1: "The difficulty will not go away." Pg 246, side column note 1 regarding 2nd law of thermodynamics: "In short, things get worse." It's as if it's foreshadowing my awful (and by awful, I mean "not A"...) semester grade after bombing midterm 2. RAAAAAH. I'm going to end up going to some shitty ass medical school in Puerto Rico and won't find work anywhere thereafter. Humeur actuelle: drained

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octobre 24e, 2006

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octobre 3e, 2006

10:05 pm - my previous facebook status Betty is missing the days when losing the chance to get a Mario shaped popsicle from the ice cream truck as it passed through the neighborhood was her biggest concern. Humeur actuelle: stressed

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août 10e, 2006

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août 9e, 2006

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août 8e, 2006

03:04 pm - Zapmaster 3000 So I've gotten probably upwards of 50 mosquito bites since we arrived in China, including a good ten on my hands and fingers, feet and toes (which are the worst..), but interestingly enough, there is a bright side to all of this sweet-American-blood-sucking-bullying-fest, as my Grandma so cleverly calls it. We have in the house this electric bug zapper that looks like a small, yellow tennis racket (with 3 layers of metal 'strings') with a big plastic yellow lightning bolt in the middle. My aunt and uncle bought me my very own insect killer, and I was carrying it around like a weapon this morning after being bit 7 times while sitting down to breakfast, when I realized I didn't know what the damn racket thing was called. I was thinking The Zapmaster 3000 would be pretty fitting, when it dawned on me that whatever pathetic attempt at an English name the Chinese had christened it would be loads more hilarious than anything I could come up with. So I go and look on the bag it came in, and it says "Electric Mosquito Bad".... I guess it's an attempt at "Electric Mosquito Bat"? But yeah, my mom likes the name, it's all "electric... Mosquito! BAD!" or something, but ha. Okay, so I lost the enthusiasm I had at the beginning, I was busy whining to English-speaking friends. Whatever, I'll post again soon. Humeur actuelle: dying of heat and humidity

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août 5e, 2006

03:49 pm - still ugh So I'm going to try and be on AIM once a day sometime between 10pm and 2am. If you love me, try and join me once in a while. Please. I beg of you. Even if you hate me, and just want to bitch me out, please, contact me. I need to converse in English. (Please) My grandma called me a banana last night. Seriously. I bought a bunch of fake Gucci bags for around 5 American bucks each. Not the best quality, the glue's still sticky, but hey, whatever. We have to use mosquito nets around our bed at night, but at the end of the bed, they kind of fall in, and on our first night me and my mom (we have to share a bed) were so exhausted we didn't really think and pushed our feet against the netting, because we're not that little, and lo and behold I now have mosquito bites all over my toes (UGH!!!) and one on the bottom of my foot. It's so aggravatingly painful and itchy at the same time, I hate walking but that's the only way to get around. Yesterday I bought a cute silver webcam for around 12 US dollars, and USB flash drives for around $7.50. Yay for shopping ish. It's been storming off and on again, so we get a few hours of pleasant lightning and thunder and breeziness, and then another few hours of intolerable humidity. Bleh. So I went to use a public restroom yesterday and I get in the stall and I see it's a damn squat toilet (basically an oblong ceramic hole in the ground), and there's no toilet paper in sight, and I run out to wash my hands without using it because I'm disgusted and can't believe I touched the door latch and it's an automatic sensor sink, and there's an automatic sensor hand dyer, but there's NO SOAP. WHYYYYYYYYY Humeur actuelle: frustrated Musique actuelle: angry chinese people and the whirring of 200 computers

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août 3e, 2006

02:37 pm - So, it still... smells like feces and trash, is unbearably hot and humid to the point that I have a constant valley of sweat between my breasts (ick), is under construction EVERYWHERE, has the worst drivers (and people in general?) in the world, is dusty and dirty and has super awkward and rude peeps, and contains some of the most unfashionable people ever. Ah, the wonders of the Orient. And I'm typing on a keyboard that has a stubborn 'n', so if there's a missing 'n' that I failed to catch, you'll know why. I'm at an internet cafe that charge one US quarter per hour, which is probably the only good thing I've experienced on this trip so far. So me and my mom take the airporter to SFO and get there around 12:30 to catch our 2:20 flight. The lady in front of us asks us if we know anything about our flight being delayed, because that's what she's heard. We go WHAT and my mom goes to find out. I'm just standing around still grooving to Guster's Ganging Up on the Sun as a continuation of my peaceful airporter ride, when I see my mother return with a haha-oy-vey smile on her face, shaking her head. Oh. No. I ask how long it'll be delayed for, and she tells me we won't be getting on the plane until 7:40. That's right. A boarding time of 7:40 pm. meaning the flight won't leave until well after 8. A six hour flight delay. So we hang out at the airport for six freaking hours. We each got $15 meal vouchers, so we stuffed ourselves with a veggie burger, fries and a big order of garlic fries immediately, using all of the first coupon because they don't give change. Then we played around with some stuff at the Brookstone store they had; my mom had an entirely way too long chair and leg and foot heated massage, and I tried out an ab exerciser that basically was a stool with a handle in front of it with pictures of people riding a horse at different speeds that propels you forward and backward in rather awkward motions. Then I called all of the people I love most and bothered them at regular intervals throughout the day while my mom tried to sleep. After a really really really long time, we got on the plane. And me and my mom weren't sitting together, and I was stuck between two guys considerably bigger than myself, so even though neither was actually using the armrest, the sides of my arms would still touch the sides of their arms if I rested my arms comfortably (which I didn't for the most part). And we got shitty middle seats. So that for thirteen hours. We arrive at the Bejing airport around 11:30pm China time, and since we were delayed for so long, we'd missed our transferring flight to Shenyang where my grandma lives by a lot. So we're stuck with a planeful of angry Chinese people in the same situation as us, and because the airport closes that late at night (I know, no such thing as a red-eye? gimme a break), we all had to be shuttled to the airport hotel. Everyone's pissed off and has way too much luggage, especially the people going to Shanghai, because they weren't even supposed to get off the plane, they were supposed to fly directly after the one stop in Bejing, and it takes forever to get to the hotel, all the while angry old Chinese people raising hell for the poor bus driver who had absolutely no idea what was going on. It took forever because there was TRAFFIC. At TWO O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING. UGH. We get to the hotel a little after two, and they tell us we have to be back to the airport around five (yes, A.M.) in order to catch the arranged make up flight to wherever we were going. So we get to the humid, skanky ass room, get into the practically wet beds for barely even two hours, when we get our wake up call. Back on the bus we go, and we get to the airport about an hour and a half before the airport people even get to work without any sort of instruction or direction. We get in line with all of the angry people again, and after even more waiting, we get on the plane. It's been at least 36 hours since I left my lovely home in Marin. I haven't had more than an hour of sleep at a time, and it's probably barely added up to six hours total. I'm exhausted. It's around 3:00pm, August 3rd here, so I don't want to go to bed until it's actually bed time to prevent as much jetlag as possible. Ugh. Everything's so gross. And everyone knows I'm a foreigner. Without even having to speak to me. *pout* I'm miserable. And too tired to put all of this in an ljcut. So suck it. I wanna go home. Humeur actuelle: exhausted and hating life

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juillet 12e, 2006

09:19 am - hospital fun Hay guys! Sooo... I'm at Kaiser sitting here with my new awesome friend Vishakha... We're bored because all of the doctors are at a meeting and there's absolutely nothing to do and Vishakha hates her department and it's nice. Yes. So far I've seen a guy who was smart enough to reach under his lawnmower, some buttcrack skin cancer, scopes stuck up many urethras and colons alike, and ear goop. Lots of ear goop. That's my post of the summer. Thank you. Goodnight. VISHAKHA'S COOOL Humeur actuelle: hospital fun! Musique actuelle: hospital phones (patients in pain being impatient)

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novembre 28e, 2005

08:32 pm - winner Yay scanner and Microsoft Paint. Humeur actuelle: mischievous

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novembre 14e, 2005

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septembre 19e, 2005

05:17 pm - cool LIVE LIFE ONLY BY SONG TITLES Choose a band/artist and answer ONLY IN SONG TITLES by that band (you pick your own band or artist; don't use the same one as the person who did this before you) Are you male or female: She Spreads Her Wings Describe yourself: Star How do some people feel about you: Get a Grip How do you feel about yourself: Never You Mind Describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend: Down in Flames Describe your current girlfriend/boyfriend: Delicious; Made to Last; One True Love (it all fits...) Describe where you want to be: Bed; California Describe what you want to be: Completely Pleased Describe how you live: Sunshine and Chocolate; Singing In My Sleep Describe how you love: No One Else Share a few words of wisdom: Act Naturally Artist: Semisonic Humeur actuelle: pleased

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septembre 18e, 2005

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août 24e, 2005

08:59 pm - 17? really? Ready for some self-centeredness? Here we go... Here are some ideas for crap to get me for my upcoming birthday: -Semisonic's "Feeling Strangely Fine" CD -a Matt Ruff book, something other than "Fool on the Hill" -scrubs for my summer medical assistant internship (please, nothing too silly; solid colors are good, a print that doesn't say "I'm retarded" is okay too) -a film I like (ex. "Garden State", "Amelie", "Catch Me If You Can", "Peau D'Ane" (XD $35 bucks at Borders, that is friggin' ridiculous), and the like) And anything else cool. Or anything else cheap. Whatever, man. Like I give a shit. It'd be nice to have those things ^ but I'll live. Yeah. And I don't know what we're doing. Probably nothing big. Meh, maybe something big, it's a Friday night, afterall (and Betty can drive! ... but the car she drives can't go past 15mph half the time... D'=). Whatever. So, it's only been a few days of school, and the brooding has already returned quite strongly. And in English, Tyler, Jeremy and I are in the exact same seating arrangement as last year's English class. All of my teachers seem pretty cool, it's nice to have a "fake" class every day, jazz on A and TA for calculus on B. The calculus kids had a test already, and I read for English while the room was nice and quiet. And then Eric, Greg and I gossiped about the awesomely stupid people that feel the need to humiliate themselves and torture others by taking AP classes. Oy. MRAAAH fin. Humeur actuelle: sleepy

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août 21e, 2005

07:54 pm - Indeed. Ah yes, our glorious summer thus comes to an end (so tempted to do something with the first scene of Dicky 3). Thoughts are now on the upcoming school year--the stressful application process as well as what should be a super-fun second semester! Rah! It was a good summer, though I should think that next year's should be better. More money, more places, less parents, yes? More boys? Just the one will do for me, but for the others? Yeah? I hate it when people romanticize the beginning of the school year. "The smell of freshly sharpened pencils"? That's bullcrap, Meg Ryan. Ugh, why don't you and the school supplies get a friggin' room already. I find myself incredibly curious about what the Mock Trial case will be this year. I hope it's something exciting, like arson, or murder, or even attempted murder. And something very much unlike credit card fraud. Christ, that was boring. My goodness, I'm a horrible person... I haven't even looked at the objections file yet. The attorney coaches are going to bite my head off. I wonder what the Med Assistant teacher's name is. I'm going to show up a good deal late tomorrow (after wandering around the halls of Terra Linda going "All right with the hundreds halls already WHERE'S 63?!") and say "Yeah, I'm from SR. Sup. Teacher... person...." like the gangsta bitch I am. Yes. This is a desperate cry for help. It's 8:51 and I'm tired. I feel like I'm 80 years old. Okay, yeah, I have nothing else to say. This has dragged on for long enough. Wah, summer's over and school's starting. Wah, we're getting old. Yay for senior stuff. I hope I make homecoming court just to take the place of someone who deserves it.... Should I take that back? Was it too horrible? Man. I'm horrible. Kay, bye. Humeur actuelle: meh

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juillet 31e, 2005

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