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[November 5th at 11:11am] |
i am so pleased with the results of last night's election.
but also, i'd like to note, that while i would have been disheartened if mccain/palin had won last night, i'd still be really proud of my country. the voting turnout was at a record high and i don't think anyone has been so invested in our country's democratic process in decades. i joked about how if mccain/palin had won, i would've stayed in london (i actually do like mccain, but his choice of palin for veep was a rash "strategic" move) -- i wouldn't've. a friend of my friend wrote a very well thought out, informed note on the election, and mostly about volunteering for the republican office last september, and i really encourage everyone to read it (click here). here is my favorite excerpt from it;
"Ok, I want to talk to you all about personal responsibility, or rather not talk to you about it but reaffirm that there are others with you. It is said that an election is a peaceful transfer of power so long as both sides accept the validity of the result. Each year since 2000 the armies of lawyers on both sides has grown tremendously, the amount of scandals involving incompetence and down right cheating have also increased (or rather the reporting of it). This election will test the country, and each of you have a responsibility to the Constitution of the United States, not your party or candidate.
If things keep going down this road, it is only a matter of time until faith is completely lost in the election system, which would be a disaster. Already this time around there is talk about rioting if Obama loses, or some nut job trying to kill him if he wins. It is every American's individual responsibility to do EVERYTHING they can to prevent this. What do I mean by this? I mean this, do your best to put your self in the other persons shoes and understand why they are taking the position they take even if you do not agree with it."
yay obama :)
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| i want to be forgotten and i don't want to be reminded |
[October 23rd at 2:03pm] |
everyone is on fall break, so they are not at the flats. it's nice in a sense -- i can do my laundry without worrying that all the washers or dryers will be taken (although i've never had that problem), i can go to sleep early without any peer pressure to go out and party (i think it makes me more tired in the morning to get sleep), and there isn't any drama going on in the proximity (so now i have nothing to talk about with the nonentities that are here).
in short, i hate it. i want everyone to come home.
finally finished my big project at work, now am waiting for 4PM so i can go talk to sophie about another project (hopefully way less data pulling and way more cool stuff).
it's constantly freezing in this office, i'm wearing my coat right now and i'm still cold. i would seriously wear gloves in here if i had brought them.
they raised the price of the small salad at the canteen from £1 to £1.50 and they've made the containers bigger, but i don't want all that food. the small container was the perfect size. dumb.
i'm tired and i just want to nap until 4PM.
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| lady lights a cigarette and puffs away and winter comes and she forgets |
[October 17th at 11:58am] |
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i woke up this morning still drunk from last night, still full from all the food i rummaged, and decidedly still tired. i reapplied mascara over mascara, my eye lashes are prostitute thick. last night was bacardi and wine, british boys and american tunes, passed out non boyfriends and awake roommates.
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| he pours the wine into his coffee cup |
[October 15th at 4:52pm] |
oh cool thing from last night:
so, i might've mentioned, that i quit smoking. cut it out completely -- i don't even bum cigarettes. last night i had to score juan a cigarette, and they gave me one, too, and after two drags, i was like, "this is gross!".
and not the "i know this is bad for me so i'll say it's gross even though i love it and really missed it" sort of gross. the genuine "i never want to do this again, at least in the near future" gross.
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| do it do it do it do it do it do it now |
[October 1st at 12:54pm] |
i've just learned a very valuable lessson about london: when it's gorgeous outside, go out immeadiately and take advantage of it. the weather changes drastically and instantly.
it was gorgeous not 10 minutes ago as i was planning on taking a full hour off for lunch and go outside to enjoy it. and i turn around and it's foggy, rainy, and grey. HOW.
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| i don't believe in editting, that's changing the past |
[October 1st at 10:54am] |
also last night, i ended up putting my last £5 toward the liquor pitcher, and got £2 back. i had resigned myself to this sad fact of being poor and embraced it.
today, just now, looking in my wallet to go get some cheap 50p tea, i found a £5 bill in my wallet!
what joy, what providence.
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| so get back to whatever it is you're doing that's so cool |
[September 11th at 12:44pm] |
anyone who feels tired in the mornings over there in the us of a, just remember that it's five hours ahead where i am, and i've already been up since my 8AM, commuting to work. although it is a work i love. and in a city i adore. still. five hours!
right now i'm waiting for dreammail to loaddddddd. taking forever.
tomorrow, brittany and i are off to amsterdam! we've neglected to make any substantial plans as to lodging -- but come on! who does that? i hate all these plans. plan to do this, plan to do that. just do it! we're only young once and plans are for the old and worrisome. sleep in parks, sleep in statues' arms, don't sleep at all!
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| you're so pretty people envy you |
[August 20th at 1:23pm] |
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tropical storm fay is ruining this week.
1. i have 2 more hours to complete at the senior center. was supposed to do in on tuesday. BUST. supposed to do it today. BUST. leaves monday. AWESOMEnot.
2. meeting at 9AM tomorrow (thurs) morning. will i go or will i won't? i don't know! i need a money order before i go. was going to get that today. BUST.
3. today was supposed to be a shopping day with rachael. BUST.
4. supposed to leave for gainesville tomorrow after meeting. BUST. tropical storm fay is veering due west and heading straight for gainesville. BUST.
but in ts fay's favor, she isn't ruining everything.
1. my insurance doesn't offer vacation supply/refills so i can't prevent babies overseas. i'm trying to transfer my prescription from cvs to boots in the uk, but will the uk take my insurance and will they have yaz? who knows! BUST totally unrelated to ts fay.
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| turnstiles on mezzanine, jet ways and dramamine fiends |
[July 29th at 8:48am] |
standing in the grass on saturday night, i was bit twice by some very righteously angered ants. my toes still hurt.
i don't want to go to yoga because i believe i am feeling the beginnings of misery. throat is on fire, slight nausea, stuffed nose, etc. etc. i just don't want to walk into that hot room and breathe all other people's bodies and in exchange breathe them some of my cold.
hm.
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| destruction fell about our feet while we were free to go |
[July 15th at 2:12pm] |
this is extremely random. however.
postal cars have the driver side on the right so they can access the mailbox on the right side of the road ... in england and other left-side nations, are the drivers side for postal cars on the left?
and if so, then postal drivers are the best equipped drivers to travel to foreign countries!
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| an ocean's gargled vomit on the shore: los angeles i'm yours |
[July 12th at 9:12am] |
bridgette is here! bridgette is here!
bridge and her dad flew in yesterday from columbus, ohio and we went to pete's restaurant for breakfast and then instantly headed up to the kennedy space center visitor complex. it's been so fun just hanging out with her, getting her addicted to gossip girl (win lol), and just getting caught up in eachother's lives, face to face.
my parents have really enjoyed having her dad around. tonight we're having a fish fry to give them the taste of real fresh fish, not red lobster's paltry attempt.
( i had the weirdest most realistic dream of my life last night. )
today we're off to the beach, or some hike, or back to the ksc visitor complex. these are things that people love about florida but i abhor ... except the ksc visitor complex.
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| the world may be long for you but it never belonged to you |
[July 10th at 7:57pm] |
and as the clock nears 8pm, so is very near the end of my day. i've adapted to schedules of those around me -- and those around me now are my parents. up at 8, down at 8. yoga, cooking, cleaning. this is my life.
bridgette comes into town tomorrow with her dad -- they're staying at our house. i have not seen her since sophomore year of high school when i still went to vsa. lifetimes ago. i've morphed into hundreds of different sarahs since then.
why are the decemberists so cool.
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| i guess we have some time to kill |
[July 6th at 7:49pm] |
i just got home from a weekend in jacksonville and i'm off for a night in gainesville -- excellent. the busier i keep, the less crazier i feel.
jacksonville was fun. it was funny because i've always realized what an odd, odd group we make. especially with me thrown in the mix, because the whole gamer scene is not something i play in to, and these people meld so well with that stereotype. but you have ray, who is a little quiet by choice, more reserved (not so much anymore around each other, but in general), robert, who is unapolegetically candid and very much his own person, jo ann, who is timid and nice to a fault, and then me, sarcastic, shallow, and much more aware of what people think than the rest of the group.
i mean, we play drinking games with soda when i'm up there. with soda! they get so excited about getting "carbonated" and ... it sounds so lame when i try to put it in words but i don't quite care -- we have so much fun with whatever we do. it's funny because our elders always try to remind us that you can have fun without drinking or smoking or crack cocaine (which i refuse to believe lolz) and they're right. i have an amazing sober time when i'm with that group. it's like an escape from every sort of peer pressure possibly put onto a twenty year old college girl.
i truly recommend an odd ball group to everyone. join some people whom you wouldn't normally associate yourself with.
with that being said -- gainesville tomorrow will be nothing but drinking and drinking and drinking and unabashed hijinks, wanderings, drunken swimming, and maybe some gratuitous making out all over the apartment with a random boy.
everything a twenty year old girl can dream of.
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| billy liar's got his hands in his pockets |
[July 3rd at 8:39am] |
it's weird to think that our parents have friends in the same way we have friends -- they get together, plan to get smashed, smoke some wizzo, and party all night.
... or maybe that's just my parents. but still. it's weird to imagine them with lives, although i've become more accustom to the situation in my wisened years, haha.
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| i was greedy i was vain and forced her to weeping |
[July 1st at 4:47pm] |
i had a rather incredible weekend in orlando; i went to visit whitney, but ended up spending a lot of time in west orlando for parties ... and a boy.
thursday night whit and i drove over to cowboys on obt (lolz ghetto hookers YES) to meet up with brittany, steven, brodie, and corey. ladies night, so free entry and free drinks until eleven. although technically the free drinks weren't quite available to me, i got a couple via brittany and a very tricky bathroom stall maneuver. but after a while there and no buzz, thus no will to line dance, we decided to head back to brodie and corey's place for beer and a small party thing. unfortunately it didn't really turn out like that ... it was more like everyone hanging out on the couch, watching super troopers. corey, who suggested the gathering, didn't even drink any beer. i stopped halfway through my second one because i didn't want to look like a damn drunk.
friday night whitney was working from seven until one thirty am so i decided to head back over to west orlando opposed to wallowing in boredom at her house, or wallowing in disgust and boredom at friday's (where she works). i was supposed to get a tattoo sometime either this night or tomorrow (never happened) but corey wanted to be there, so we had exchanged numbers thursday night, and he had called me earlier in friday day to ask about the tat and whether i was coming to west side or not. i most assuredly was. a group of us (the same group from cowboys, essentially, with the addition of justin and gordon and the absence of whitney) went to go see wanted -- which was incredible! unfortunately, we went at seven, got out at nine, and i had nothing to do until one thirty am. i hung out at brittany's for a while, but she and justin had to go to sleep early because they both had work in the early morning. justin had been texting corey (i adore justin and his faux gay love for boys that i enjoy) and the result of their texting was corey texting me, asking if i wanted to come over. duh.
we spent the whole night and the majority of the day doing nothing and everything. we talked about anything that came to mind and delved pretty far. childhood, sexual past, astrology sign, braces -- it was all covered. we watched walk hard, which was just as hilarious -- if not more so -- the second time, and watched the sun come up out of his window. we joked around about fooling around but i wasn't up to it (being on the rag makes me feel like a rag, blehhh gross).
saturday whitney was impossible to get a hold of so corey and i went to the mall where i accompanied him, really, in errand running. he ate lunch (i nibbled on a subway wrap ... i serious have had no appetite lately. weird) and we roamed the mall a little more. he bought a cinnamon pretzel from auntie anne's and then bought us both a smoothie. adorable. we listened to the night at the roxbury soundtrack and sung like fools on the way back to his house. he plays the guitar (so well) and i just listened to him for a while. unfortunately, we were rounding on about ten or so hours around each other with no breaks and having never done that with a near complete stranger before, we kind of stalled. brittany finally got back into the area (she had gone to melbourne for the day for her mom's birthday dinner) and i went to hang out with justin and britt until whitney got close to being off work.
having had no true sleep friday night, i was exhausted as soon as i got back to east orlando. i had some lemonade and took a very long shower (with a very close shave resulting in two ridiculous nicks) and begrudgingly got ready to rally for the night's festivities. thankfully, when we got where we needed to be, there was no one else there, really. except some sketch spanish kids (no lie) and the girl whose dorm it was. so we travelled back home and i passed the fuck out.
( the boy. the prize for reading. lolz. )
god the decemberists rule my life right now.
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| i will hang my head low |
[June 23rd at 2:06am] |
i took a long nap this afternoon.
and now i cannot sleep.
my brother gets home tomorrow.
i befriended a boy on myspace who is going to tattoo me.
i am addicted to the decemberists.
but i like to listen to hard fi in the car.
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| and the nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk |
[June 18th at 11:57am] |
so i got my hair cut this morning and at first i hated it. i had no idea what i was going to do with the 3 months or so it was going to take to grow it all out. i wish, now, that i had taken a picture of it before my revisions. it was really hideous, like i had a curly rat tail.
so as soon as i got home i jumped in the shower and washed it and put in my tried and true products (i've yet to come out of a hair dresser's place loving my hair with their stuff in it) and blow dried it. it was still rat tailed and gross. so, in a desperate measure, i pulled my barber shears out of my purse (no i really do keep shears in my purse) and cut off the rat tailed section.
suddenly, it was coming together! this looked like something i could really work with. my bangs were still a mess though, curled and sticking up and out and all over the place -- i plugged in my straighter and went to work.
( and oh my love, my love, we both go down together. )
crisis averted, i now love my hair. it's so retro 50's style meets 80's curl.
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| walcott fuck the women too wealthy |
[June 12th at 11:19am] |
last night i had a dream where i was in some huge, crowded building and there was a big lcd screen showing commercials -- good ones. and they showed a dove ad and after the ad finished, oglivy's name went up on the screen and i got so excited because i'm going to be working with them.
ugh oglivy, you are my liver.
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