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An Open Letter to the Male Sex [21 Feb 2007|10:23am]
[ mood | exhausted ]

Dear boys,

I enjoy your company. You make good friends. If you've got a problem with someone, you say it straight out instead of creating drama, which I appreciate immensely. You can be rude and crude sometimes, but the world will go on. You can also be adorably sweet and then all of us on the opposite side make squeeing noises.

HOWEVER.

Life would be so, so, so much less difficult without you in the picture. Really. Do you know how many times I've decided to be done with you forever? (Hint: A lot.) And yet you REMAIN IN EXISTENCE. This is unacceptable. I cannot deal with you right now. I am tired. Midterms are coming up and I am screwed. I am emotionally drained over the wreckage of one relationship and the awkward residue of another. I CANNOT DO THIS RIGHT NOW.

Thus, I must ask you kindly to remove yourselves from the equation.

That is all.

Sincerely and with the most platonic of love,
Me

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Heeeere we go! [05 Jan 2007|11:32am]
[ mood | chipper ]

So, off to begin a new year.

This one started rather interestingly -- caught in the biggest snowstorm New Mexico's had in 50 years, right when our car decided to break down. Good times. Luckily, we managed to make it to my grandmother's house, so we had food, water, and electricity for the duration (unlike a lot of people throughout the state, including my aunt across town). But we made it through and made it home, thank goodness.

It was fantastically amazing to see everyone I managed to get together with over break. If I didn't get to see you, I'm sad. Trust me. I had a huge list of peoples I wanted to see and...well, life happened, and weather, and...yeah. Call me. Seriously.

This semester looks promising, and I've decided to be excited about it, because inevitably I'll end up disappointed and disillusioned eventually, so I'm purposely making up for it by being optimistic now.

My schedule, because you totally careCollapse )

And you? How does your semester look?

(No, I'm serious. That's really a question, and I honestly want an answer. Really.)

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[26 Dec 2006|10:50pm]
[ mood | content ]

Things that are oddly satisfying in a vaguely indescribable way (in no particular order):

- Settling down in the corner of Barnes and Noble with a coffee in one hand and a good book in the other, and next looking up to realize that two hours (and daylight) have disappeared.

- Wandering across campus alone at 2 in the morning, only to run into a friend doing the same thing and spending the next hour just talking.

- Beating a room full of males at Mario Super Smash Brothers.

- Wandering through antique stores, trying on ridiculous hats and coming this close to buying an ancient and yellowing (but magnificent) wedding dress. Just because.

- After being dragged out of bed at an unholy hour by one's younger brothers on Christmas morning and participating in the materialistic orgy of gift-unwrapping, going back to sleep for three more blissful hours.

- Hot spiced cider and Christmas carols around a roaring fire.

- Seeing YOU.


Merry Christmas, my chilluns. Hope yours was wonderful.

And, because I am bored and felt like stealing from Nikki:Collapse )

Peace and ♥.

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Home again, home again, jiggity jig... [15 Dec 2006|10:17pm]




Well, I'm back.

I'm looking forward to seeing each and every one of you over the break -- I'm leaving for Nuevo Mexico on the 27th or 28th, and I have to be back at school by the 6th of January, so y'all better see me before then.

It's...weird to be home. The past semester has gone by so amazingly quickly; I feel as if only yesterday I left. And I don't feel like I belong at home. There's the fact that I no longer have a room -- or even a bed, really. I've grown accustomed to the rhythm of Life At LMU™, and what's more, I like it.

I love sitting on the patio outside Roski's, by the fountain, drinking Javanilla coffee (heaven!) as cool breezes blow off the ocean. I love sprinting barefoot across Sunken Gardens in the middle of the night, Molly and Carly close behind, all three of us packing Nerf guns and in hot pursuit of Jessica as she (unsuccessfully) seeks sanctuary in Rains. I love napping on the dais behind the altar in Sacred Heart Chapel as Zach or Jessica plays on the piano in an otherwise empty church. I love throwing everyone into the fountain on (or around) their birthday, even people I've never met before in my life (apologies to that girl on the third floor of Rains -- your roommate recruited us). I love our hallway parties the nights before the big papers are due, descending inexorably into delirium as the hours drag on but nonetheless managing to have a good time. I love secretly raiding Matt's boxes of Lucky Charms and laughing when Brandon asks where all the marshmallows went. I love having Public Safety threaten to break up the Honors Christmas Party because of 1.) noise complaints and 2.) alcohol violations (oh, seniors, you tried so hard to get the freshmen drunk; too bad so few of us were interested). I love sitting up in Matt and Jonathan's room (neither of whom are anywhere to be found), talking with Jessica until 3 am about boys and how they make our lives miserable. I love building forts in the lounge and holding ice cream shot contests, choir concerts and CLC small-group meetings. I love everything.

I'm excited to see everyone back at home. I really am. But honestly, I feel more at home on campus than I do at the address I've had for the past twelve years. It's a strange feeling. I thank God for leading me to LMU, even if the path I took to get there was a little...convoluted. It's been a crazy, crazy semester -- emotionally, socially, and even (if you can believe it, which you probably can't, because it's not like I'm going to school or anything) academically, and I'm grateful for the opportunity to relax, catch up on some sleep, and do quite a bit of reflecting on where I'm at right now.

But as much as I know I'll enjoy the next three weeks and that they'll be good for me, I already miss my dorm room, my daily routines, and the amazing people who have been my family for the past three and a half months.

I'm not quite sure how it's possible for me to have so quickly "moved out", in an emotional sense. But I do feel like I've moved out as well as moved on, and it's very strange to be home again.

None of this is to say that I love you (yes, you) any less, and it certainly doesn't release you from the obligation to hang out with me in the next couple of weeks. It does mean, I'm sure, that we'll have lots to talk about.

And you know what? I'm okay with that.

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[13 Nov 2006|09:30pm]
Soooo...

Once the registrar's office decides to NOT BE RETARDED, I will officially no longer be a rudderless, undeclared freshman.

Instead, I will be a rudderless English/philosophy double major freshman. Who will never get a job. Wheeee!

And I would love love love to minor in music (vocal performance emphasis), but I'm so swamped as it is and apparently, the music program is fiendishly time-consuming and difficult. THIS MAKES NO SENSE TO ME. :C It's singing -- come on now, music department, WHY? Then again, the music department is chaired by the woman who directs the choirs I'm in, and she's NUTS. I know you have to be a little unhinged to teach in any of the arts, but she really is a dictator (dictatress? :D). I don't know. Anyway. So I'm thinking maybe not so much with the music minor, even though I'm already earning upper division music elective credit with the two audition choirs I'm in. But that could change, and since I'm definitely not going to major, I still have time to get the credits for a minor later on if I so desire.

Meanwhile, though, I'm happy with philosophy and English. I think English has always kind of been a foregone conclusion for me, if only in the back of my mind, and once the time comes I'll probably go with the writing emphasis rather than literature, though lit is tempting as well. And since I've been here at LMU, I've found myself increasingly drawn to philosophy. The thinking it requires is so vastly different from anything you encounter in high school: no rote memorization here, no recitation of facts, no searching for 'what the teacher wants.' Thinking about thinking (and thinking about thinking about thinking!) is so gloriously mind-bending I can hardly stand it. The more my head hurts coming out of On Human Dignity, the happier I am. I'll be taking Symbolic Logic next semester and I can't wait.

Meanwhile, I love my friends so much. Last night we kidnapped my roommate (it was her birthday), blindfolded her and drove her without speaking to Souplantation, where 20 of us were gathered for a surprise dinner party. We had ice cream shot-eating contests (with hilarious brain-freezing results) and smuggled muffins in our purses, then came back to campus and dumped Molly in the fountain as per the LMU birthday tradition. Then we congregated in our floor's lounge, overturned all the coffeee tables and couches and made a giant fort with everyone's blankets and sheets. Add a couple of board games, a guitar, and popcorn, and the possibilities are endless! ...At least until the party's broken up by the RAs. But whatever. Next time we'll have Nerf guns and WE'LL SEE WHO'S LAUGHING THEN.

HINT: US.

Anyhoo, I'll be back in the 9-10-30 this weekend (for Tiger deadline, YAY!) and of course for Thanksgiving. So I better see y'all, or heads will roll.

I mean that in a very positive and self-esteem-building sort of way, of course.

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♥!
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[30 Oct 2006|08:09pm]
I have a paper due tomorrow that is worth 25% of my grade, and I still can't verbalize my thesis satisfactorily. I've gone in and spoken to the professor and both of us understand what it is I'm trying to say, but still can't explain it. And hand gestures and facial expressions, while helpful in person, do not translate particularly well into type.

It's kind of like writer's block, except THINKER'S BLOCK. Way worse, my friends.

Sigh.

So I will update LJ instead!!

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Huzzah for Halloween!Collapse )
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Happy Halloween, my loves.
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[24 Sep 2006|12:09pm]
So my roommate (Molly of the awesomeness) and I were really pretty tired of doing our essays last night at about midnight, so we had...

AN ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT MARATHON!!!!

I am in love. Seriously. I haven't laughed so hard at a show in a long, long time.

(Now I have to introduce her to the BBC Office. Mwaaaahahaha.)



No, I can't describe the context for this shot. It's impossible.
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An update! [16 Sep 2006|06:43pm]
Well, it's been a month since I moved in, but it feels a lot longer. Not in a bad way -- it's not as if I drag myself through every day in slow motion. I've not been homesick at all, which surprises me. Instead, I've been having a wonderful time.

Cut for...longwinded-ness.Collapse )
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[08 Sep 2006|04:57pm]
I am indeed alive. Just extraordinarily busy. Seriously.

Cut for an update on the Doings of MeCollapse )

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Elle vive! [26 Aug 2006|10:40am]
Je suis la!

It's been a crazy week. Packing up every inch of my room back home, moving in, the Honors Summit in Santa Barbara, returning to campus.

I'm excited.

Behold, photographic evidence!Collapse )

I miss you all so, so much. I hope you're having a wonderful time, wherever you may be.
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[14 Aug 2006|07:50pm]
I've gone nuts with dorm shopping.



Cute bedspread, or the cutest bedspread?


My sheets are light green. My bathrobe is teal. So is my towel. My washcloths are various shades of green, blue, and white. My shower caddy is teal. My razors are blue. The new shoes I bought yesterday are blue. So are most of my new tops (I love Target. I do, I do). There's more, I know; I just can't think of it.

I am more coordinated than I've ever been in my life. It's sickening.

I LOVE IT. MOOHAHAHAHAHA.

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In other news, one of the student organizers of next week's Honors retreat emailed me out of the blue and asked me if I would be captain of the Ravenclaw quidditch team.

Say what?

I agreed. I haven't the slightest idea what I've gotten myself into, but the Honors Summit does sound like fun. Wish me luck with quidditch captaining. Or whatever.
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