| clockwork orange...watch it!! |
[Jun. 27th, 2005|02:28 pm] |
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| | al otro lado del río- the motorcycle diaries | ] |
what some awful person said: UH WE'RE WATCHING A MOVIE!! (completely uncalled for)
what i should have responded: UHHHHHHHHH SHUT YOUR FACE! (but didn't )
summer will be long and i need to start some form of work or buy books.
nick give me back my cd...i miss it terribly ha |
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| ICF |
[Jun. 23rd, 2005|08:53 pm] |
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| | scent of a mule-phish | ] |
i've become colder than i ever thought i could picture myself to be. indifference is not as bad as the world writes if off to be..sure you dont feel but that isnt always a bad thing. infact its a good thing.
mom needs to leave tomm or else i think i'll simply cry or scream or what ever comes to mind first |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 15th, 2005|11:32 am] |
since the last time, i've accomplished pretty much everything expect for a few remaining finals. i dont know how well i am doing at it all but it feels good. today was the last day of classes. it was nice. bittersweet would be the best word for it i think. the carnival/fair/the schools way of thanking us for putting up with their bullshit for another year, was a lot of fun. i cant throw frisbees and should quit trying and accept defeat. the volleyball tournament i got drafted into..i never played. No Sauce played and was amazing. i got to thinking about a graduation and a birthday present for the guitarist. speaking of graduation parties, how is that i have 4 parties over lapping on one day? this will happen both this weekend and the upcomming one. i will appear at all of them i think.would osme one please point me to the nearest cloning machine?
ball was fun and so was the burining tree. tubis and hans are cute. hans especially. the FMC movie was also nice. i was a bit shaky when it first started playing but then it was okay
i talked on a hill today and i hated it. i loved talking but i hated the topic of it. i sometimes see flaws in human nature (yea...laugh it up and think to yourself "what do you mean sometimes?? isnt the whole race flawed??"). i terribly want people, inculding myself, to live in the present. i wonder how that would feel. we should not be trained to always live in tomorrow land. its a nice place and all but the ticket to it is to sacrifice today. it doesnt feel like a fair trade.
lunch date tomorrow after the english regents pt 1!
the graduating class this year was simply ...it was a true delight to have know some of them intimately. |
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| wrapping it up |
[May. 29th, 2005|06:41 pm] |
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| | bananaphone | ] |
the last and final weekend of ...yea!!!! i cant even begin to convey my cavort at this. [notice the use of SAT vocab ; ) ] i was asked to ball, and then i wasnt, and then i was, and then i wasnt, and then..yea you get the drift. bottom line, i'm going.
list of things to do by then:
- take the SATs (and do well)
- hang out with carly and punam to finalize plans (ducky's idea)
- go to a dance recital
- buy shoes (do all ball stuff basiaclly)
- go bowling at night -pretty soon i hope
- write a research paper
- do a french project or two maybe
- hand in back chem labs
- do the APUSH regents exams
- finish calc project
- try to get out of dissection and do it with so much grace that anderson will be left speechless (has that ever happened?)
- buy coldplays new album
- and last but not least, yay for finals
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| its all relative baby |
[May. 22nd, 2005|10:44 pm] |
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| | a rush of blood to the head- coldplay | ] |
quick update: pardon the lack of full sentances
spent 3 hours making brownies -included 4 bags of m&ms
physics makes sense
giving blood soon
not getting asked out any time soon- yea i'll toast to that
cut hair short-want it shorter
french deserves death
computer apps is gay
end in sight
internship-very happy
camp-feasable
letters receive rave reviews from ducky
urge to write book-wonder if anyone would read
calc tomm-not psyched
no surace to see 3rd-kinda dissapointed
sore legs
senile dean of students- didnt mind the shirt i had to borrw <-- reminds me to do laundry
craving a trip to cali-namely a college
tempermental boy has me a bit ticked off
cold at the moment
vowing to give up ice-cream from this day forth until the end of summer---this includes popsicles . yes i can do it, have a little faith in me
counting down to new cd release
craving a hug
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| (no subject) |
[May. 20th, 2005|05:39 pm] |
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| | sugar never tasted so good-the who | ] |
wow, its been almost forever since i wrote here. aps are over so that part of may is behind me now. its rather pathetic because now i find it hard to fill time. my dad is once again incorrigable and made another superfluous request/command/watever and stated that i cant have a social life till june 4th is over. what ever. 2 more weekends and i can stick it out i think. not a problem.
this week was a rollercoaster and i need to step back because i am completely speechless |
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| get yourself a car and drive it all alone |
[May. 5th, 2005|04:44 pm] |
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| | getaway car-audioslave | ] |
please let me lie on you. please hold me up. please tell me i can. i'm tired and i need you just for today
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| (no subject) |
[May. 5th, 2005|12:27 am] |
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| | creep- radiohead | ] |
pack and get dressed before your father hears us before all Hell breaks loose -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
sent in the camp application and heres hoping. i would kill for this job (not literally but still). california boy got back. really happy about that. i am missing my friends very much and there are some that i feel as though i need a break from.
ap week is well on its way and i'm making it through. i keep playing the role of the 'little engine that could' TOOT TOOT! |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 22nd, 2005|07:33 pm] |
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| hobo lunch! |
[Apr. 22nd, 2005|10:57 am] |
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| | creative | ] |
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| | wish you were here- pink floyd | ] |
yay! things have not changed in any way but thats okay because who really care any more? pretty content and off to write a few letters and shower. |
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| jello knees |
[Apr. 19th, 2005|09:31 pm] |
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| | pple sux & thats all there is | ] |
i'm in a not so great mood and it seems almost pointless to post this but hey what ever. i want to vent and scream and kick. and preferably kick someone, realllllly hard. not that i am one to resort to violence but this one solitary time, this jerk of a person really needs a reality check (and maybe a bunch of help) .
its slightly amusing that i say that about my dad and actually mean it... |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 17th, 2005|05:54 pm] |
I WILL NOT BE IGNORED ! |
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| squishy feet |
[Apr. 13th, 2005|11:11 pm] |
so i've taken some good advice and started bottling up my days, heres one i told sarah in an email:
My most darling sarah,
i was so delighted to hear back from you. it is late on sunday night and i have no inclination of crawling into that rather inviting bed of mine. i do so adore thunderstorms. i find the smell of rain to be just something priceless. i wish i could paint you pictures of my childhood. india was always magical when the monsoons came. the most vivid memory of rain that lingers in my mind is this one i have of my self playing on the veranda of my grandmother's house. you see, she and my grandfather own this rather large farm and they live in a tiny village. so their house is utterly disproportionate to the rest of the village. its rather amusing. but on that one day, it was so hot that you could taste the air. every thing was sticky in that kind of heat. i think i was about 5 or 6 and i remember all of my cousins and my sister being inside the house with the remainder of the family. i'm always quiet around that side of the family and nothing pleased me more back then than to spend time
alone. well on the vernada, there were huge bags of rice that had just been harvested and there was a cot that my grandfather slept on because the house had no air conditioning. i remember being small enough to climb on top of the ricebags and it was great fun to try and jump from one bag to another. as i was in this act, thats when the thunder came. then i smelt it and then i felt it and before long, the cracked earth was permeated by huge droplets of rain. it was like nothing i had ever seen before. the earth which had been so dead suddenly gave way to soft squishy mud. i was so excited that i didnt watch where i was going and unknowingly broke one of the bags of rice. i can still remember the anger my grandmother harbored towards me then but i also remember not caring. the rice bags were boring once it started raining and soon i found my tiny legs sinking in the luscious mud. oh how soft it was and it smelled soo good. life smelled good. i wont ever forget that day and i have to thank you for reminding me just how important rainy days mean to me.
lovingly yours,
`bhavishya |
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| sunday comics |
[Apr. 10th, 2005|05:20 pm] |
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| | ruminating | ] |
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| | its always better when we are together- jack johnson | ] | the nostalgia of past years has truly left my body. as i sit here in front of a sun drenched window, i try to once again pretend as though i was playing school with my little sister and i'm hoping that it will motivate me to do work as it has done in so many years before. well all of that is past and the past is over and done with. it saddens me to think that i am truly losing sight of the childhood charm that the world held for me. on one sense i am glad to see things in a new perspective but what happens if i dont like this perspective? can i go back to the old comforting one? |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 5th, 2005|06:29 pm] |
school and hike and dinner --------------------------------- but, Belle, je ne comprends pas francais so you’ll have to speak to me some other way |
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| short play |
[Apr. 3rd, 2005|08:12 pm] |
so i'm still ill and i wasn't planning on an update but my dad and i had this rather funny conversation and i felt like it needed to be posted. let me try and recreate it the best i can:
(prologue) dad is mad at me for screwing up my leg. i want to go to a track meet monday (side note: i'm on the team). he wont let me.so here goes..
me: dad i need to go to the meet. i wont do anything since i'm physically inept dad: then why do you need to go? me: coach expects me to be there and as being part of a team, i want to go and figured that it would be nice to support dad: well you're not going
(intermission) the two continue to fight and the conversation becomes heated (omnious music plays). dad's voice escaltes and i'm trying not to raise mine at the inane conversation we are having. after a series of mysterious turns we continue..
me: i will be there tommorrow dad: no you wont. me: why not
(then some stuff i dont remember takes place)
dad: well i guess then this means that you're living your life for me me: dad that was the most idiotic thing for any one to say. much less for a father to say dad: what is the matter with you? don't you dare say that i'm an idiot. you're done with social activities until i decide other wise!! (internally thinking:why is my daughter so messed up? i refuse to let her become a typical teenager and i know i dont care about the track meet. this is a matter of authority and i'm so damn good at hiding my intentions that she wont even suspect this is nothing about her leg) me: (internally thinking: what are people thinking when they say such stupid things? this was never about the track meet. he doesnt really care. this has something to do with control. he thinks hes so good..)
(analogue) i go to SAT class and ponder how stupid his comment did sound. so now ladies and gentlemen, i leave you with a thought: who the fuck lives their life for someone else and much less asks their daughter to live it for them????? drop a note with your comments!
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| i'm the one THEY feed upon |
[Apr. 2nd, 2005|02:31 pm] |
shitty night pretty much sums up april 1st for me. hope pia had a nice birthday. battle of the bands..NO SAUCE won. whoo whoo? clinton is nice and they people aren't too bad until they start fucking ripping on NH. yea so you suck, is that really that hard to deal with? the results were a tie between the awesomly great No Sauce band and the quasi good "i cant remember your name" clinton band. yea we all knew that clinton only got the award to save face.
so i think i caught some really bad because i cant even move without tearing up.everything hurts. the doctor has me in 9 tablets of ibuprophin everyday. does that not spell overdose or is it just me? i wonder why i went out last night. i cant wait for the meet on monday. i wish i could run. i think i'll lie and run any way. i was thinking i'd start running at home like b4 school and then at practice on the treadmills when i'm supposed to be swimming. the thought of swimming in our over cholorinated pool for the next few weeks to make up for track is not tempting. call me crazy but yea. i think i'm going to get my hair cut next weekend. i need this change. i was thinking super short or at least 4 inches shorter than now. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 31st, 2005|11:21 pm] |
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people are making me so fucking mad and they all need to back off |
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