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[13 Oct 2008|02:18am] |
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I really want to just drop everything and move in with my sister in Japan. That would totally make my life right now.
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| 気がつけば夏休みも終わり |
[13 Oct 2008|01:43am] |
授業が始まった。
昨日は初めてのエネルギー材料の授業。
まぁつまんないつまんない。
窓際だったからぼ〜っと窓の外眺めてたら、前から
「ハマンコ」ってかいた紙が回ってきた。
大学生の授業も中学生の時の授業も大してかわんねーなぁ〜
って思いながら窓の外眺めてた。
（・・・あっ、零歩さんから電話だっ。
日記用の画へのツッコミだ。はやっ！！（笑））
星がどうやってできたかっていう話を延々とする先生。
石油のエネルギーの起源をたどっていくと宇宙の始まりまでもどらなければいけないらしい。そこまでせんでも・・・
とぼけ〜っと聞いてたのですが、先生が言い間違いをしたのは聞き逃しませんでした。
「星間ガスをあつめ、物質を放出して、超チン星爆発を・・・」
あ。チンって言った。
「せいかんで超チンが放出だって！！」って小声で騒いでたら
前に「うるさい」って言われました。まぁ、お互い様だよね。
さっき、マンガを買いました。
孤高のアホマンガ、アフロ田中です。
・・・ん？
じゃ、寂聴先生〜ｗｗｗｗ
幅広いな。仏教は奥深いな。
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| theres nothing left.. |
[12 Oct 2008|12:22pm] |
"I never asked for much because I didn't really think I deserve it"
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| Какое тело! |
[13 Oct 2008|11:52am] |
  
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| Fukс Monday! |
[13 Oct 2008|11:29am] |
Мне нравится начинать понедельник не по правилам. Я встаю как положено в пол девятого, иду на утреннюю пробежку, принимаю душ, завтракаю… И за пол часа до выхода из дома мне приходит в голову спонтанная мысль никуда не идти. И вот я включаю инет, залезаю обратно в постель, попиваю свежий кофе и с упоением произношу: «Понедельник…». Ребячество?! Зато как приятно начать новую неделю неправильно, начать не так как запланировал в воскресенье, не так как просит того расписание, а напротив прислушаться к своему организму, дать себе немного свободы. Лично для меня гармония наступает только тогда, когда хотя бы 50 процентов моего дня проходит в соответствии с моими внутренними желаниями, иначе я впадаю в депрессию и чувствую себя абсолютно никчемной. Думаю, главную роль в моем пофигизме свободолюбии сыграло детство. Меня миновали ранние подъемы, походы в детский сад, когда еще чуть светает, каша с комочками на завтрак и сон по расписанию. Я была абсолютно свободным и ничем не обремененным ребенком. Просыпалась, когда мне вздумается, бегала по кухне, изображая из себя бабочку, завтракала вместе с бабушкой, параллельно наблюдая за перипетиями жизней сериальных героев тех времен, потом ко мне приходили подружки, с которыми мы играли в принцесс, а по вечерам я занималась английским и рисовала…Freedom, короче=) А на рабочем столе в заметках маленькая надпись: «17.10.08 Zürich - St. Petersburg»…
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[13 Oct 2008|01:15am] |
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| My stupid head wanted food |
[12 Oct 2008|11:35pm] |
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Sometimes I really hate my body. It's stupid.
So I've had to write this story of mine that's due some time tonight. But yeah, when you have a headache, it isn't that easy. I took some Aleve and waited patiently for it to go away. I laid down and took my hair down in hopes that it'd be over soon.
No.
I laid here for three hours and it was still throbbing. Eventually, I turned off the light and took a nap. (Usually headaches go away when I sleep). I woke up only to find that it was still there and as I got up and turned to my computer, it got worse. I couldn't understand why considering I wasn't hungry, nothing was bothering me, and I hadn't been staring at my computer for long. Finally, I decided that maybe I should eat something as it had been over 8 hours since I'd eaten anything. I just ate something and wow! It's starting to disappear. Now why wasn't I hungry? I felt no hunger? Yet, my body needed food. So it made me suffer here in bed until I figured out that even though I wasn't hungry, it needed food. WTF. Thanks, body. Thanks. I just suffered for hours for no reason. Stupid body.
Side note: 300 OST is beyond beautiful! I didn't care much for the music, but the soundtrack is love. I know everyone and their mother loved the movie... I don't see why, though. I thought it was artistic and pretty cool looking. But as far as the actual storyline, what was so special about it? Please tell me? It's 300 stupid men that basically go on a suicide mission. Please tell me how that is strong or courageous or meaningful. They all died, they all left their wives and families, they all left nothing but their deaths behind. I don't see how fighting monsters in death is anymore brave than fighting an illness in bed. But whatever. The music is still awesome.
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[12 Oct 2008|11:23pm] |
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| Mark Wahlberg Talks to Animals |
[13 Oct 2008|01:18am] |
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LMAO and he seriously sounds like Marky Mark too!
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[13 Oct 2008|10:53am] |
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I need to get rid my 20GB worth of music. I thought I just deleted tons last month. Computer space is running out. I should start burning them into CDs.
School's out today. So i am gonna study and rest.
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| I'm really not supposed to talk about this..... |
[12 Oct 2008|08:20pm] |
....since it was confidential info leaked to me through Kevin. And I'm going to avoid talking about it. It's so big, I can't even really put it in code in this blog. But I know what it is. I don't have to code it.
But I'm not surprised. I'm really not surprised. It's sad that it had to happen now, so long after the shit hit the fan two years ago.
Now I'm off to watch....."Rock of Love: Charm School," bitches!!!!
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[12 Oct 2008|05:18pm] |
Autumn has arrived
I forgot how cold it gets here.
I have to start to pull out my fall/winter clothing and put away all my summer things.
I do like the crisp fall air in the morning.
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| babies don't cry. |
[13 Oct 2008|01:31am] |
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I spent the loveliest weekend in Florence at my bf's house. He just moved there. We watched some John Water's movies. I love Cry Baby to bits. We also went for walking and I bought the most awesome black butterfly mask. I will take photos soon.
I love autumn and love Florence. I haven't been there since I moved to my hometown in June. I wish to move back there soon. At the moment I am too broke and cannot do it. But maybe I found a part time job at University. I'll have the final response on the 15th. I'd be rather happy.
Fingers crossed.
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[12 Oct 2008|04:55pm] |
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Anybody still read this thing?
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[13 Oct 2008|12:05am] |
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 Нежно. И очень трогательно. Лично меня эти фотографии затронули очень сильно, и дело даже не в том, что я очень люблю это животное, которое несет в себе некоторую мудрость, священность, силу. Во всяком случае, выкладываю фотоработы "Ashes and Snow" только со слонами. Любуйтесь. И если вам не трудно - выскажите свое мнение на этот счет. ( >>> )
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| Porn rant |
[12 Oct 2008|08:34am] |
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So I've come to this weird conclusion: Porn is bad for the male species.
I know this is a really weird topic... but this is why I think this way. Okay, so, who is the main audience for porn? Men. Who benefits most in porn? Men. And that just sucks. Because as all these men watch porn, they are taught what they see and the replicate it. So... if in porn the guy don't care about the woman and just try to get their jollies, that's what they're going to do and the woman they have sex with might as well have been a manikin that scrunches up her face and goes "Ooooh oohhhhhh".
Oh, yes, and it must be said, yes I watch porn. And? It's interesting I think. Sometimes I sit there and stare and kind of go "Huh... really...... cool." Other times it's more of a "Shut up and stop faking... do something!" But yeah, I was watching some last night and I noticed that in a good 98% of what I've seen, the girls don't get to orgasm. Why? Because it's always straight sex and who benefits from that? MEN.
So yeah, that pisses me off because guys out there will see this and just do what they see. So if they see that the pornstars just stick it in, that's all they'll do and me and my fellow women suffer for it.
Okay, yeah, I'm done ranting about porn. :)
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[11 Oct 2008|11:34pm] |
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| Dear Diary: Introduction |
[11 Oct 2008|07:19pm] |
Dear Diary,
It’s the journey of it all that kills me. I suppose there is truth to the saying, ‘The end justifies the means’. Yet, the end seems like an eternity to take, to happen, to become. I wait for you sometimes patiently, sometimes impatiently. This is one of the impatient moments.
I had gone to school today, unaware of the hustle and bustle around me. Lost in my own thoughts. Trust me, my thoughts today weren’t of the philosophical kind. It was of just matters of unimportance. What should I eat today? What should I do after class? Should I call him? It’s such a beautiful day today. It would’ve been nice to enjoy it with you...
I speak in tangents, obviously think in tangents. I’m sorry if it confuses you but my idea of you…You. You would accept it. Laugh sometimes at me or with me. If it’s you, I would be ok if you laughed at me. I know you would do it lovingly and it makes me happy that I can make you laugh, even if it’s at my own expense.
Anyways, class was uneventful, as always. Show up, pay attention, do your work. It’s basically a job that I pay for without any present financial rewards until graduation. Even then, it’s just a degree.
I’m sorry. You must be confused. I didn’t explain myself, my purpose. If you are reading this, then finally I’ve met you. I’ve been waiting my whole life for you. I’m a hopefully not hopeless romantic at heart. I believe that each person has a soul mate. Some find their soul mate early in their lives, others find them when they are old and wobbly. I hope that the latter situation does not happen to me. So in preparation for my soul mate, you, I’m writing this for both you and I. As I am writing this, I do not know who you are. I can talk to my best friends but there are times when I want to talk to you. There in lies the rub. You do not exist. I mean, of course you exist but you do not exist in my reality. This is mostly a cathartic exercise for me. I also want this to help you better understand my past, which is currently the present to me. Whatever insecurities I have, fears I hold in my heart, maybe this will help you better understand me.
By the way, I did call him. (Don’t be jealous!) I don’t know what I feel for him. He is attractive, yes. It’s just I don’t really feel anything between us emotionally. It’s easy to muster up some physical attraction for an attractive person. I just don’t know if it’s worth it, you know? Should I pursue this relationship? I honestly don’t know and can’t answer at the moment. I’ve been hurt way too many times in the past and even though this is just the beginning, I’m afraid of the end result. Josie, my best friend, encourages me to keep going out with Matt. She likes him; he’s nice enough to my friends. We’ll see. Let the games begin.
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