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when you see this, post your favorite poem
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| 11:01pm 04/11/2008 |
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That for the first time in my adolescent life, I am truly and honestly proud to be an American and proud of my president.
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| I just wanna be OK today |
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| 10:01pm 20/10/2008 |
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Things I need to do:
- Try to write a 2000-3000 word creative nonfiction essay about... something.
- Do well on my open-notes quiz in history
- Finish revising my critique story
- Clean my room
- Get some patience
- Get a hold on my heart
- Get over that stupid girl who I may or may not have ever loved
- Figure out all the quirks of my fancy, beautiful new phone
- Find a good spot to keep my squidhat
- Study for the ACT
- Find my car key
- and the list winds on. Here we go. Where does the time go? Its already 10 o'clock, but I feel like I looked at the clock 10 minutes ago and it was 8. Wow.
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| Nostalgia, or, I Hate Bunny Rabbits |
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| 09:26pm 11/10/2008 |
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Anna Claire just left. She had come over to hang out, we hadnt seen each other in too long. We did those things we used to always do. Together we walked down to The Rock -- even though we can drive now. We navigated there with a flashlight, tripping over things, and forgetting which way to go. We set a fire with pinestraw and Anna Claire got paranoid. It felt so easy, so natural. We talked about anything. The moon was so bright you couldn't look at it dead on. It lit everything around us on the Rock, in a way that it never seemed lit before.
I'm thinking about that time. I remember being in 7th grade, and hanging out with Anna Claire for the first time. We went to Quizno's after play practice.
I remember the way I used to be. I wore the same stuff over and over -- stupid black shirts I got at Hot Topic -- because I didnt feel comfortable in anything else. Things felt different in me, but I didnt understand them. I wore rubber spike bracelets and listened to Simple Plan.
We had a ritual, all of us. Me, Anna Claire, Christina, Amy, Chelsea, Claire, Riley... i remember that gang. Every Friday we went to the mall. We ate Manchu Wok. We walked around in Spencer's and giggled at the sex toys. When we went to the arcade, our friends were always there: mall metal and punk kids laughing and running around. We were loud and obnoxious. Kids played DDR at the back of the arcade. Our buddies worked behind the counter. Sometimes me and Anna Claire played stupid games, and we won awesome prizes. There was always drama, but it only sometimes mattered.
Anna Claire would come home with me, but we wouldnt stay up very late.Once in a while, if we got home early, we'd go to the Rock. We lit fires and talked about our lives. When we got home, we'd sleep next to each other in my bed, without awkwardness, but with some bickering over the covers. In the morning we'd make pancakes, usually adding something weird to them (such as food coloring, or flavored syrup). We'd make hot sauce on toast. We'd watch movies, or go down to the rock again and hike. Once we hiked all the way to the other side of the preserve, down a rockface, through a stream, into the boulder fields. Eventually her mom would come get her and id have a lonely Saturday.
At some point this summer, Amanda and I were walking around the mall, and we saw some kids being loud as they walked towards us. They were in a big group, all wearing black, laughing and being stupid. I commented "Those kids are so annoying", then later realized... we were those kids. God, that was four years ago.
In seventh grade, I thought love couldn't go any deeper than my feelings for Jessie Gilbert. My biggest concern was getting into ASFA, not college. I carried around a beanie babie dog as a security blanket. I thought that being angry and mean was cool. God I was weird.
But I made friends with Anna Claire, and I had rituals, and a group of good friends, and thats all that matters now.
<3 rock circles and blue pancakes,
Anna
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| 06:16pm 06/10/2008 |
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I'm sorry LJ, you look so lonely! I haven't posted in forever!
Here's a drive-by of what's happened since September 6th.
Equality Day was... technically, it was a bust. Less than 10 people I invited showed up for the workshop, less than 20 for the dance. I am NEVER trusting Facebook with an event again!
Because Equality Day consumed my birthday, I didn't have a party or anything. Yay, I'm 17? That's the extent of it.
I had my first critique of the year on my mermaid story. It went well. I've discovered that I have to stop being so afraid of length (well, mostly. The 35 and 54 page stories we have to critique this week are about to kill all of us). Oh, and there was an innuendo involving the word 'wet' that I did NOT catch and ended up having to read in class. Happy happy. Joy joy.
So currently, I'm busy as shit. School is insane -- just turned in my Rohlfs-Hill paper today, have a bunch of critique to finish, and a PreCal test. Oh, and cliffs-noting In Cold Blood. Then I've got work, because I skipped it for two weekend and feel bad, so I'm not taking off any until I get to October 25th (my ACT day)
Speaking of skipping work, I did so for one weekend to go to Brantley's birthday party. I have not had that much fun in a VERY long time. Me, Brantley, Kate Martin and Mandy were there. Friday night we had this awesome dinner of lasagna and tres leches cake, then went to the fair. I braved rickety roller coasters, the gravitron centrifugal motion machine, and the hang-gliding thingy. Also got an airbrush tattoo. We then went home and made smores and hotdogs and slept in a tent. The next day, Kate had to leave so Me, Mandy, and Brantley went to Alabama Adventure. We rode the roller coasters -- one of which being that badass loop-de-loop backwards craziness that I thought was going to kill me. We then dropped by the Ralph Lauren outlet and went out for mexican. That night we ate and watched the bama game and my mom drank margaritas with Katie's until I finally had to leave.
Oh, and I'm now a part of this new program at the zoo called Barn Crew. I get to be a pseudo-keeper in the barn, which will be partially fun, but mostly manual labor. I'm really excited about getting to do it though. I'll get total handling privileges, get to work with all the animals in the barn... w00t.
So now I've got some stories to critique. Update soon... I hope.
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| 09:33pm 11/08/2008 |
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Back to school update, woo-hoo. It was a very nice, relaxed first day. I have every single class (except specialty) with Katie, which will either end up in love or disaster. :P So here's how it goes
1. AP American History with Walden: Dude, there's work? Work, in a Walden class? And a shitload of it? Well, crap.
2. Latin III with LeBourg: Here comes lots of reading, laughs, and hot chocolate.
3. Fiction Workshop with Flynn: Sweet! I have a class with Flynn!
4. Chemistry with Godwin: I love Godwin. Not sure about Chemistry... I'm thinking I'll do alright. I'm gonna need it later anyways.
Lunch B! Fourth year in a row, w00t.
5. STAR: fun times. study halls rock.
6. Precal with Beverly: Well, I definitely like this teacher so far. Not sure yet if the rumors of her difficult class are true. Math always kicks my ass, im used to this. No biggie.
7. American Lit with Rohlfs-Hill: I officially love Mrs. Rohlfs-Hill (in a totally appropriate way. why do all the gay girls like her??). This class was hilarious already.
8. CW Nonfiction with Bietelmania: Another round with the Beitelman. Another frickin blog. But I'm excited about essays, so its all good.
So here we are, Junior year. I'm geared up. I'm ready to start this adventure. Yay.
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| 12:47pm 10/08/2008 |
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The last true day of summer...
I woke up at 11. Ate Chinese leftovers. Got a few things ready for school. Ran some first-week-of-school clothes through the dryer. And now here I am, mindlessly relaxing and not thinking about the impending year ahead.
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| Rest in Peace, Kitty |
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| 02:11pm 25/07/2008 |
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I'm not sure how to begin this. I've had Piglet for 14 years, and I can't properly recall the true start of this story. I know we got her as a kitten from a mall. When she was little her tail had been run over and they had to dock it, which lead to her name. She was my first real pet.
She's been going strong all this time. She's always been there when I get home, sleeping in odd places, ready to be petted. We kidded around about how fat and lazy she was. She was my Squishins. I loved that cat.
The fact that I'm speaking in past tense is killing me. Piglet had been acting strange for about two weeks, but we attributed it to a flea infestation. Finally yesterday my mom took her to the vet to check up on everything, just to be sure. She sent me a text message and I called her from work. Turns out Piggle had congestive heart failure. She had, literally, days to live. The doctor suggested euthanasia to ensure that she wouldn't feel any pain. At 1:45 my mom put her in a comfy box to take her to the vet.
It's pretty much been perpetual tears since I got home yesterday. I walked up the stairs after work, saw Piglet laying on the floor and just curled up next to her and cried. It had to be for at least twenty minutes. My sister and I tried to spend as much time with her as possible. I cuddled and petted her, I took the best care of her that I could.
God I'm gonna miss that cat. I feel like the biggest sap in the world but fuck it. She's been a part of my life since before I can remember and I really loved her. She was always there in her cute little way; curling up next to me on the chair, laying in my lap. There's been countless times I've been crying and she's come up to me with her concerned little meow. And here I am, crying without her to comfort me.
We're going to bury her in the backyard soon and make her a nice plaque. Even though I've had pets die in the past, they were distant. Tigger, who was Piglet's old companion, died when I was just six or seven, and she was always my sister's cat anyways. Toby, my first dog, was living with my grandmother when he died, so I was already becoming detached. I feel like I'm learning that lesson right now. The little kid lesson of 'all things die'. Its hitting me harder than I'd ever expected.
Rest in Peace Piglet, Pigglepoof, Squish-Squish, Squishins, Mush-Mush. I loved you.
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| And I'm proud to be an American |
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| 10:29pm 04/07/2008 |
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where at least I know I'm freeeeeeee!
Why does that song always make me cry? Actually, just about everything inspirational and patriotic makes me cry.
I had a pretty great 4th. We went to a nice lunch at Dreamland with Genny (and got filmed for a news spot), then to a coffeeshop for drinks and sweets. I got the yummiest peanut-butter shake. ^_^
Tonight I went to see the summer band at UAB play and watched the fireworks from a nice spot in a parking lot. I'm not sure if you know this but i absolutely loooove fireworks. Once when I was little, we were at my grandma's for the 4th and didn't get to see any.... man, I cried. I mean, c'mon! It's the one time a year you get to see giant fireworks! :D
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| 09:31pm 24/06/2008 |
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that i want to help pass a law in this state to restrict exotic pet ownership.
why is it that at the zoo, i have to tell people that it's illegal to have a box turtle as a pet, but i can't tell them that the man-eating ferocious TIGER can't be kept in their home?
I don't understand it. Many of these animals will be robbed of their natural habitats and forced to live in an awful version of captivity. Ignorant people can take these creatures and give them poor care, completely mistreat them, even contract diseases from them. There is nothing stopping them and there is nothing stopping breeders from freely distributing these animals. I don't give a shit how cute you think that kinkajou is, put it back in the fucking rainforest!
I understand some exotic pet ownership, like in the case of people who take in exotic animals who would've fallen into abusive or uneducated hands. I see this as a rescue measure. But even they should have to aquire a permit to legally own these animals. Breeders and sellers should especially be legally monitored in the exact same way as pet stores.
I know I'm getting a little Lorax here. I guess I just feel like letting my activist side show. I mean, I'm not a card-toting member of PETA or a vegetarian, but I'm passionate about animals and working with exotic ones in a zoo setting makes me feel very sympathetic for them.
And hey, wouldn't that be awesome on a resume? Hey, i got a law passed. C'mon Unity College, that's gotta be worth something!
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| 09:32am 26/05/2008 |
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I leave for Europe in like, 25 hours!!!!!!
How do you say OMG in French? I need to look that one up...
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