tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55961462011-07-30T16:11:04.136-07:00fadedsilverscreennoreply@blogger.comBlogger3811100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596146.post-75995504716428309372009-11-01T08:36:00.000-08:002009-11-01T08:38:44.722-08:00

I've been doing some soul-searching, and it seems that these two things need to change in my life, in order to see a significant improvement in my quality of life:1. Have my own room2. Have a job that aligns better with my personalityThe easiest solution is to quit at the end of the year and move home. However, is this truly the best choice, at this juncture in life?

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Now That It's Gone, It's Like It Wasn't There at AllI suddenly realized: maybe it was never meant to be at all.I think sometimes when you get along with someone really well, you assume that it's supposed to work out. Well, maybe sometimes it's not supposed to work out.Sometimes you meet someone and you click really well, and you happen to have an open spot in your life/heart/whatever--except for

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Ugh. So, I totally said I was through with a certain someone, that I wasn't going to talk to them anymore, visit them anymore, etc. Well, I guess that backfired a bit. Sometimes I feel like I'm hitting a "reset" button, and everything starts over again. Or like we're two kids that are squabbling, and I get all angry and act like, "I'm never talking to you ever again." But then the next day we're

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Random Guitar StylingsSo, earlier this year, I started playing the guitar again more regularly. When I was younger, I dabbled in acoustic guitar during high school and college, but kind of let it fall by the wayside after that, due to various reasons.At any rate, here I am, regularly practicing classical guitar. Recently I had the opportunity to borrow some high quality recording equipment, so I

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So, I was perusing old blog posts, and I espied this snippet from an entry about a dream:I was walking around in this unknown city, when I suddenly I came upon the looming ruins of a castle originally built in the 12th century. All these people were clamoring around it. In fact, so many people were clamoring around the building that I could see that its foundations were about to give way. There

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In DreamsOkay, so a few days ago I had a dream that my friend (we'll call her Jane) was telling me her middle name. (In real life, Jane's never told me her middle name.) In the dream, she said that her middle name was Rolanda. I woke up from the dream and I was like, wtf?Is Rolanda even a name? (Apologies to anyone named Rolanda, I've just never heard that name before irl.)So, I ran into Jane

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It's funny, sometimes you're writing a blog post and you think it's the most unintelligible drivel ever. But then you go back 6 months later, and suddenly it just makes total sense, and you completely understand what you were trying to say at the time. But anyways.

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"I thought we had this big connection...I've only got my name and I've got this situation..."Rant of the year! The heading says it all. Those are lyrics from "Skip Divided" by Thom Yorke, bee tee dubs. I'm just an angst-ridden mess right now.Let's just say...I know someone, and maybe I sort imagined that I had sort of relationship with them. As in, you know, a relationship. After the romantic

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We've moved!Delusions of Grandeur is no more. My new blog is The Faded Silver Screen, located at http://fadedsilverscreen.blogspot.com. Please visit my new site to find movie reviews and random pop cultural ramblings.

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Loathing and self deprecation: Uncensored Editionaka what summertime boredom can wreak on one neurotic girl's psycheI'm so pissed right now. I just f***ing hate everyone. Sometimes life is just too much. Sometimes you don't provoke people, and they just end up pissing you the f**k off anyways. Sometimes I'm just tired, and I wish it was all over. I'm just sick of it being hard. I wish life was

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Freak out!In retrospect, I should not have signed up to A) play two parts in a Shakespeare play, while also B) serving as props manager, which requires me to C) waste alot of time hunting down/wasting rent money on props when I should be D) studying for the midterm on Friday that while determine the fate of my current academic career.I mean, being in a play is exciting and all. The university's

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Current fave songsUntitled 8 by Sigur Ros: It's hard to describe this one. It's like a cross between Efterklang, Radiohead, and sheer brilliance. The song takes you on this amazing ten minute emotional roller coaster ride. For fans of "Untitled" by Interpol.Where I End And You Begin (The Sky Is Falling In) by Radiohead: It's apocalyptic, it's spacy, it's got cool electronic noises. It's brilliant

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Shortest blog post. Ever.1. I miss undergrad.2. I wish it was summertime.

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Finally migrated to the new blogger*If you're bored and you like music, you should try out the website iLike.com. It's like Facebook for music geeks.*Migrated to the new Blogger, revamped things a bit. Changed blog title. Changed main pic to represent current irrational obsession with Lord of the Rings.*Not feeling as empty as during last post. However, still needing slightly more motivation to

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Emo blog post: Special Deluxe EditionI haven't posted on here in 5 mos., but whatever. I just need to rant. Here goes.Have you ever felt...nothing at all? Like there's this big hole in your chest where your heart should be? Lately I've been feeling that way. All the usual things that make me happy (i.e. French, guitar, drawing, friends, etc.) don't seem to hold the same thrill. I mean, I usually

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"Scream inside your car" therapyCan't afford therapy but need a quick way to release pent up feelings? Being the poster child for repressed emotions/frustration on many different levels, I recently discovered the best way to release frustrations short of beating a pillow or kicking the family pet.Ingredients:one pissed off individualone car (preferably free of any other occupants)loud music of

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Snakes on a PlaneMemorable quotes:"I've had it with these motherf***ing snakes on this motherf***ing plane!""Snakes on crack!"Flight Attendant: "I went through this pyromaniac phase as a child."Samuel L. Jackson: "Oh really you too?"To call it a veritable Oscar nominee would be to stretch the truth. To call it the ultimate masterpiece in American filmmaking would be a bold-faced lie. But to call

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What I Did This Summer1. Read about a million books. Notable highlights: The Midnighters (Books 1 and 2) by Scott Westerfeld. Some good, entertaining dark young adult fantasy. Think of slightly longer Animorphs books, if K.A. Applegate had made them for a slightly older crowd.The Day of the Triffids, anobscure sci fi novel was funny for its timely metaphorical commentary on the prospect of

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I'm just testing Blogger to check out this whole "picture hosting" thingy. I must say, it's a lot niftier than having to link pix from an outside hosting website. Anyways, this little sketch here is none other than Sol, a character in one of Neil Gaiman's Sandman comic books.

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The Blog Post that Launched a Thousand ShipsHave you ever felt completely alone even when you're surrounded by people? That's been my mood this week. Which I suppose is better than last week's mood: pissed OFF. Last week's mood can best be summed up in the following blurb:Oh my goodness Z pissed me off and R pissed me off and then I got even pissier because Z reminded me of what R did to me, and

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Facebook: Helping you waste quality time since 2004A fun way to waste time on Facebook is to search for other people with your exact birthday, and compare your interests/major/clubs to theirs. (For instance, if you want to search for someone with a birthday on November 12th, enter "11-12" into the search engine box.) I found a few people with my same birthday, and two people with the exact same

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Read this if you've ever felt your life is going nowhere. It'll make you feel better. Really.

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Rows of deserted houses: all our stable mates are highway bound.I would write something in this blog entry, but then I realize how unimportant and generic most of my blog entries are. Just think about it: millions of people out there with a computer, a link to Blogger, and the desire to be heard. At times I decry myself for being different than most people, but other times I'm surprised at how

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Mental note to self: do not emulate parents' relationship to each other when I grow up and get marriedOkay, so my parents were separated. Finally, after years and years and years and years and (yeah you get the picture) YEARS of whining, complaining, and badmouthing the other spouse to anyone in listening distance (read: my sister and I), they finally went their separate ways.Or so the world

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V is for Violent and VindictiveOn the one hand, unemployment isn't so great, in that you really have to stretch your money to make it last until you find another job. But on the other hand, I've really needed a break for a long time. So hopefully when I find a new job, I'll be well rested and ready to go.~Yesterday I saw "V for Vendetta" with my sister and a friend. While the movie certainly does

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Oh no they didn't!WARNINGMAJORBATTLESTAR GALACTICASPOILERS AHEADHave you ever watched a TV episode and been left staring in confusion/horror/amazement for several moments after the episode ended? Have you ever been upset that a season finale managed to answer a few questions while creating even more to be asked? If so, then you must have been watching the BSG season finale "Lay Down Your Burdens

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Haha! FunnyYou are a Leobon Model What Cylon Model are You? brought to you by Quizilla

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Chief Tyrol! Noooooo!Having finally caught up as far as Battlestar Galactica episodes are concerned, I must say that the second season has been nothing if intense.My thoughts on the three most recent episodes:The Captain's Hand: I liked the way they played Lee and Starbuck against eachother in this episode, with Lee admitting that he was jealous of how Starbuck always got away with things. I must

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Billy! Nooooo! (contains Battlestar Galactica spoilers as usual)Last weekend I had the esteemed privilege of consecutively watching Epiphanies, Black Market, Scar, and Sacrifice. As other people have said, Black Market was not that good of an episode, and probably my least favorite of all BSG episodes watched so far. Black Market felt very much like a generic crime show TV episode, replete with

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Past the sand layer, past the dirt layer, straight through the superheated core of molten magma...When I was a kid in elementary school, at recess me and a group of kids would avidly dig holes in the sandbox, intending to eventually reach China. At the end of recess we always hit the layer of dirt right below the sand layer. When we came back to continute digging the next day, our holes had

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Another Battlestar Galactica post (Warning: Spoilers Contained Therein)Those Battlestar Galactica episodes sure are intense! I just finished watching Resurrection Ship pts.1 and 2. Despite the obvious evilness of the majority of Cylons, it was still very painful to watch the way the crew of the Pegasus treated the #6 Cylon who was a prisoner. (With every episode I begin to admire Helo and Tyrol

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Just let me hold you while you're falling apartJust let me hold you so we both fall down1.Just saw the Battlestar Galactica episodes "Home Part 1," "Home Part 2," and "Final Cut." I liked "Home Part 2" because it had a lighter feel than some of the earlier episodes in Season 2. The episodes before that were especially dark and seemed to center more on Tigh. I was also glad that there were more

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Random Links, etc.This is hilarious. Read it if you've ever felt embittered on February 14th. Yes, please read it. If only this teacher had taught at my middle school.In other news, I just finished watching season one of Battlestar Galactica on DVD. So good! BSG is what Star Wars would be if they tried to make an updated TV show of it. I'm re-watching season one right now, and I can't help but

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There's a light at each end of this tunnelYou shout cuz you're just as far inAs you'll ever be out.And these mistakes you makeYou'll just make them again,If you'll only try turning around.One interesting point about this whole cartoon controversy: according to an article I read in the Washington Post, Denmark apparently has a law outlawing expressions of racism or blasphemy:Rasmussen said Denmark

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Yesterday's post still holds. I really do feel like s**t.The other night I had a dream that I was part of a military convoy, and we were ambushed. Me and this other girl were the only ones who survived. Then I had a dream that a horrible hurricane/tornado/whatever was hitting our neighborhood, and demolished my family's house while we were all in it. All the trees around our house came crashing

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When everything feels like the movies, yeah you plead just to know you're aliveToday I feel like this:Doesn't really need much explanation, does it?

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Let's see colors no one else has seen, let's go to places no one else has beenI decided to watch the Battlestar Galactica miniseries, and I was pleasantly surprised. I had never watched the original series, which looked vaguely reminiscent of Star Wars. The issues in the miniseries are timely for a post 9/11 world, and the acting was good as well. So far my favorite character is Starbuck, for her

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Surprise surpriseYeah, so usually I work on Saturdays. Except I didn't this past weekend, because I wasn't even in the same state. I was in Montreal! That's right, for the past two weeks I'd been planning a spontaneous weekend trip to the second largest French speaking city in the world. Basically I had a blast. I stayed in a hostel for two nights, and met some pretty cool people--among them, a

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Haven't posted in a few days. I know, the suspense ;). Anyways, in a random turn of events I have suddenly rekindled my passion for reading. As in, I read four whole books since Christmas. So, short reviews of each book will ensue:The Myth of You And Me by Leah Stewart-A cool book if you're the kind that really appreciates friendships. Several moments in the book reminded me of instances from

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You can't take the sky from me1. Some days suck s**t. Today I'm just bored out of my mind. Really, what is the point of anything? I'm supposed to go to a church meeting this evening, but I really don't have it in me. Plus, besides socializing, I don't really get anything out of it. We sit there and listen to a speaker talk on a Bible verse. That's well and good, but half the time we never get

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COSBY: Did you see bombings? Did you hear bombings?HASSAN: I had counted 22 explosions. After that, I stopped counting.I was reading another interview with Farris Hassan, that 16 year old who sneaked off to Iraq. Not much to say on the subject, except that he's incredibly brave.The interview fills in more details about Farris' story, from the investment fund that funded his trip; to a couple

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Today work seems like an eternity. Will 5:00pm ever come? In the esteemed words of C-3PO, "Will this never end?" Some days I wake up and wonder what's the point of it all. But then I have to remind myself that there is no point life, that it's mostly made up of lots of little moments which add up to lots of time spent trying to fill the meaningless void. As Radiohead puts it, "I'm not living. I'm

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There's nothing like an emo blog post consisting entirely of Death Cab for Cutie's "The New Year"So this is the new year.And I don't feel any different.The clanking of crystalExplosions off in the distance (in the distance).So this is the new yearAnd I have no resolutionsFor self assigned penanceFor problems with easy solutionsSo everybody put your best suit or dress onLet's make believe that we

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The New New JournalismFarris Hassan thinks a trip to the Middle East is a healthy vacation compared with a trip to Colorado for holiday skiing. "You go to, like, the worst place in the world and things are terrible," he said. "When you go back home you have such a new appreciation for all the blessing you have there, and I'm just going to be, like, ecstatic for life."This sounds like the trip of

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Someone save me if you can from the blasphemy of my wastelandChristmas was...well, Christmas. I got lots of great presents (iPod!CDs!DVDs!) but my emotional mood could have been better. I don't know. It's funny, I was reading my journal from this time last year, and apparently I also had a sort of breakdown, for surprisingly similar reasons. I guess it's partly because this is the first Christmas

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A decade ago, I never thought I would be,at twenty three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.Woe-is-me. But I guess that it comes with the territory;an ominous landscape of never ending calamity.Yeah. Like the title says, I never thought ten years ago in 1995 that I would be where I am today. My expectations were definitely way different. Yet here I am. I could bore you by complaining about

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Hanging 'round, downtown by myself and I'd had too much caffeine and I was thinking 'bout myselfYessss! Fun,new,useless features have been added to Facebook! You can specify how you know people, getting as specific as whether you dated them, hooked up with them, lived with them, went to school with them, etc. For my normal profile this isn't such a big deal. But it's gonna hilarious with my fake

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We're gonna party like it's your birthday, we're gonna sip Bacardi like it's your birthdayWhat's better than celebrating your own birthday? Why, celebrating the birthday of your fake celebrity persona on facebook. Two interesting facts about my fake celebrity persona (who shall, of course, remain anonymous):1. They now have six times more friends than my real account does.2. I received more happy

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Tell me there's a logic out thereLeading me to better prepareFor the day that something really special might comeJust when life finally seems to be working out, something happens to throw a wrench in things. An expired insurance card. A suspicious landlady who never calls back. A loan credit check that comes back declined. A broken headlight with archaic parts that the mechanic can't order.

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This is one lucky guy.

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All that shimmers in this world1. I was a bit depressed about the whole paying back student loan thing, until I read this article. Somehow my problems pale in comparison to those of someone who is decades late on paying back their loans.2. My new favorite song is "Perfect Situation" by Weezer. Switch the genders around, and it makes sense for me on so many different levels.3. Which leads me to my

fadedsilverscreennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596146.post-1133634675007251542005-12-03T10:22:00.000-08:002005-12-03T10:31:15.020-08:00

I wonder why I never wondered why the easiest things are so hard1. Chronicles of Narnia comes out in theaters next week. Woo hoo! I'm looking forward to this one. The cast is all British, so (hopefully) they won't mess it up. I mean, Disney did an okay job with Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. So there's hope.2. Tonight is the holiday party for the office I work at. I was planning on not going (

fadedsilverscreennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596146.post-1133553355699669552005-12-02T11:53:00.000-08:002005-12-02T11:55:55.710-08:00

This is frikking amazing. Don't know how I feel about it ethically, however. I don't think there should be much psychological damage to the woman who underwent the surgery, as long as her face heals well. In fact, it should make her feel better psychologically, since her face will be more intact. Of course, I can't speak for her personally. But that's just my speculation.

fadedsilverscreennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596146.post-1133277897144333002005-11-29T07:14:00.000-08:002005-11-29T07:24:57.160-08:00

It's you, now and always you and never me1. What's even more fun than being on Facebook? Having a fake celebrity profile on Facebook. Normally I'm the type of Facebook user who only friends people who, in real life, I could actually have an extended conversation with. However, under the guise of my celebrity alias I can friend anyone and everyone, not caring whether I get accepted or rejected.

fadedsilverscreennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596146.post-1131908551336307402005-11-13T10:56:00.000-08:002005-11-13T11:02:31.346-08:00

In which my blog post does a 180 degree turnaroundLaughter really is the best medicine. After a craptacular week, it was such a relief to hang out with college peeps and just laugh our heads off. (Telephone pictionary rocks.)Then we all stayed up until 3am chatting about anything and everything. Sighs. College was such a great time. I felt so happy and safe.The message at church today was really

fadedsilverscreennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596146.post-1131648097355905202005-11-10T10:37:00.000-08:002005-11-10T10:41:37.373-08:00

Ma vie est nulle aka the Rant postIf life keeps sucking this much for the next x years, then I hope I die soon. Why the hell was I even born? There seems to be no purpose to my existence. I feel like such a freak. No one understands me. Is it that much of a crime to be a quiet, strange person? Why would God put such a loser like me on the earth? I wish He'd answer me on that sometime.That is all.

fadedsilverscreennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596146.post-1130953409838446602005-11-02T09:33:00.000-08:002005-11-02T09:43:29.873-08:00

Post that is reminiscent of a journal entry of a self-absorbed, self destructive emo teenagerToday I feel like s**t. I have no idea why. Hopefully my mood will improve with time. Otherwise I'll revert to my old habits, the details of which will not be mentioned. (But which of course include vodka, shotglasses, and a s**tload of self pity.)I guess it's just a case of the blahs, most commonly

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When everything feels like the movies, yeah you plead just to know you're alive1. Guys are confusing.Exhibit A: Say you have a guy friend named D. You have a normal, casual friendship for several semesters. Then suddenly this semester he seems a little distant for no reason. Then one day you see him at a party and you have your hair down, and he compliments you on your appearance. Then he walks

fadedsilverscreennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596146.post-1129666281057890362005-10-18T12:55:00.000-07:002005-10-18T13:11:21.080-07:00

No you can't jump the tracks, we're like cars on a cable1. I haven't blogged in a while. Whoops. I say this as if it has some profound metaphysical significance. *rolls eyes*2. My new favorite song is "Breathe (2AM)" by Anna Nalick. Yes, it's a little more mainstream than what I usually listen to. But the lyrics are quite meaningful and relevant. I also like Fallout Boy's "Sugar We're Going Down"

fadedsilverscreennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596146.post-1129128226351715952005-10-12T07:42:00.000-07:002005-10-12T07:43:46.356-07:00

Random yet fascinating (to me)Did you know that if you accidentally type http://www.googlwe.com or http://www.googlre.com instead of the correct address for Google, it'll re-direct you automatically? On the other hand, if you try to type http://www.googlde.com, the website is blocked (at least on my browser). Apparently it's some smutty sight.

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Despite all the rage, you're still just a rat in a cage1. Songs I wish that they would striketh from the all radio playlists for all time: "Wake Me Up When September Ends" by Green Day. Gah! I can't take it anymore!2. The monumental event I vaguely referred to last time I posted: it happened. And boy,am I glad it did. 3. Me=having a cold. Further compounded by the fact that I did not get much

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The joys of wireless at the library1. My life has been changing alot lately. However, after this coming Saturday it will become vastly, vastly more different in ways that I have been comprehending for the past few months. It's not a bad thing either.2. I might go see Elizabethtown when it comes out. I don't have that much faith in Orly's acting skills, but I have great respect for Cameron Crowe

fadedsilverscreennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596146.post-1127957394495376242005-09-28T18:16:00.000-07:002005-09-28T18:29:54.506-07:00

Life...is...life. Got up, went to work as usual. I think I'm starting to get used to this 9 to 5 thing. Yes, I finally quit Old Navy. I am now a receptionist in an office. It isn't such a bad job. And I don't get shin splints anymore because I'm no longer on my feet all day. Traffic in the afternoon driving back home is special though.I think I may be progressing in my learning of French! I was

fadedsilverscreennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596146.post-1127244716265543382005-09-20T12:18:00.000-07:002005-09-20T12:31:56.293-07:00

Things of note1. Went to wedding reception on Saturday. Had lots of fun, saw familiar faces. The event started at 12 noon, and I ended up staying out until 12 midnight. 2. Quit my job at Old Navy. Felt a sense of enormous well being. Will begin a new job tomorrow.3. Bought the O.C. Season 2 on DVD. So far the DVD has been exactly what it promised: fun, drama, and loads of it. My favorite moment

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The retail life is sucking now. True, it was stupid of me to work eight days straight. It's funny how the moment you try to pull whack stunts like working for 8 days, you suddenly get the most psycho customers ever. And it's funny how these customers make it their job to remind you of the things you hate most about yourself. I think I'm going to quit tomorrow.I'm still debating whether I should

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U.Penn here I come!!!Oh yes! Me = at U.Penn in the spring. In three years, I will be a nurse. Woot woot!***In other news:1. Work can be exhausting. Really. Being on your feet an average of 7 hours a day for six days straight will do that to you. What's worse? Two more days of it left. My one job is absolutely refusing to let me have Sunday off, even though in the past they've always been

fadedsilverscreennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596146.post-1125442967405628142005-08-30T15:58:00.000-07:002005-08-30T16:02:47.410-07:00

Living at HomeFor a description of how I feel about living at home (as told to my sister during a phone conversation):It's like standing over a toilet infested with E.coli, scrubbing the toilet bowl while little flecks of refuse and ordure speckle the front of my sweaty t-shirt.For the non-English majors: "refuse and ordure" basically refer to "poop and more poop."But, hey, I'm grown up, and I

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She sat down at the computer, her clothes reeking with the smell of desperationI love how the universe makes you eat your words. Especially when it comes to those ultimatums that you issue, saying, "I will never do ______." Because usually you end up doing it. Case in point: me applying to be a teacher. I always said I'd never be one. Go figure.And another thing. My mom decided that she's going

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Best Wishes and All That JazzHappy Wedding Day to my friend Renée, who is getting married to her fiancee Mark today! Sorry I couldn't be there in person, as the wedding is taking place all the way in San Diego. However, I will certainly be there for the local wedding reception. Here's wishing you many years of happy marriage!

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Goals accomplished this summer:Attained a certain level of proficiency in FrenchCase in point: read two books in French--Le Petit Prince and Bonsoir Lune. Which are The Little Prince and Good Night Moon, for the non-French speakers.Speaking of which, The Little Prince is an incredibly deep book, on a philosophical level. I find this amazing because my mom read it to me when I was four--and

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Tous le monde, aidez-moi! Encore!Having one of those days. My nerves are frazzled, and I know why. I have come to a point in my life that would seem insignificant to most, yet causes me a certain measure of chronic anxiety in my everyday life: I want to move out. As in, out of the mentally-tense domicile owned by my two parents. I am sick of being their go-between for each and every domestic

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Have you ever looked at someone, and could not help but admire how incredibly attractive they are?**end of topic**The Songs of SummerMy favorite ones, the tunes that will remind me of June-August 2005 in the ensuing years to come:1. "Golden Hill" by Tristeza: Reminds me of sunny, golden California, and attractive rich people frolicking about on the beach. Wait, that's the plot of the O.C.2. "The

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As can be evidenced by my previous post, sometimes it's important to take a day off from work. Or else you're start ranting cryptically in foreign languages.In other news, In A Safe Place by the Album Leaf is the best album I've heard this year, hands down. It's a sultry mix if electronica and ambiance that reminds one of a cross between The Postal Service and Massive Attack. It's the electronica

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Aidez-moi, s'il vous plaitJe n'aime pas mon emploi. J'ai besoin d'un nouveau emploi. Si tu as besoin d'un nouveau employee pour ton compagnie (et tu travailles a un compagnie bon), puis s'il vous plait engagez-moi!Amicalement,aeris_cloud

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The importance of hiring an outside contractor to cut your bushesSo, my Mom decided she was going to trim the bushes outside, because they were getting especially large. Note that trim isn't the best word. More like hack ferociously. At any rate, she got a buzzsaw from a local rental place, and proceeded to perform surgery on the bushes outside. Unfortunately, she was in a disgruntled sort of

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I missed the O.C. finale, but that's okay. The Season 2 DVD will be out in August. I know it sounds really high school to say this, but I think Adam Brody is hot.

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One of those days. Had a perfect weekend (Saw "The Island", went to the beach, saw friends), but apparently didn't get enough sleep. In a slightly cross mood right now, possibly because of lack of sleep. Musn't think about life. Musn't think about how much one wants certain things, and has not gotten them yet. Must remember people in third world countries, who are way worse off than me. Must keep

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My. Brain. Hurts.

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Running down corridors Through automatic doorsGot to get to you Got to see this throughOne of those days when I feel lost. Don't know why. Hope I get found some day.

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Harry Potter and the Half-Blood PrinceStart Date: Saturday, July 16 2005, 10:30amEnd Date: Sunday, July 17 2005, 10amTotal elapsed time: 23.5 hoursActual time spent reading: 10 hoursI am skeptical of people on certain message boards who claim to have read the book in 6 hours or less. Doesn't seem humanly possible, unless you're some sort of mastermind speedreader. But on the other hand, I suppose

fadedsilverscreennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596146.post-1121516688540642482005-07-16T05:21:00.000-07:002005-07-16T05:24:48.840-07:00

Mr. Potter. Our new celebrity.HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER!I'm so excited about the new book, I even had a Harry Potter dream last night. I dreamt I was Harry Potter's cousin who was going to this school called Hogsmeade, which was basically a spinoff of Hogwarts. Anyways, I had lots of exciting adventures as a wizard. Then I woke up, and realized what day it was. I haven't been this

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Job evaluations suck s**t. I hate being compared to other people. I hate it when a boss is like, "Why can't you be more like so-and-so?" It reminds me of the time when I was 14, when my dad was driving me home. It was probably the first time he'd ever really spoke to me since I was born. He was like, "In the future when you're applying for jobs, you should be more confident. This timidity of

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Some days, I wish someone would take me in their arms and say, "It's going to be okay."

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Some days, I wish that I lived very, very far away from here.

fadedsilverscreennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596146.post-1120758256397922492005-07-07T10:30:00.000-07:002005-07-07T10:44:16.403-07:00

In the name ofAnd by the power ofThe holy spiritMay we invoke yourIntercession forThe children of EnglandMy heart goes out to the people of London. Just a couple of hours ago I was distraught, caught up in my own selfish cares. Then my roommate told me that London had been bombed. I turned on the TV, and to my dismay discovered that my roommate's words were true: four explosions, 33 people

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More adventures in French chatroom landAfter an uneventful day at work, I decided that I was ready for another foray into a French chat room. I avoided the "Looking for Love"-themed chatrooms, in the hopes of finding people who were more interested in chatting than in romance. Apparently, I picked the chatroom with a very large ratio of men to women. As in, there were 75% men, and 25% women. As a

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Well. I'm having one of those crap-tastic days where the "spoiled American emo post-college brat" side of me comes out. Meaning, I just sit there and think about how much everything sucks. Even though I live in the richest nation in the world, I just graduated from college, and I've got clothes, food, and a place to stay. I don't know. I guess it's just human nature to sit there and complain when

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My first foray into a French chat roomOkay, so I decided I'd practice my French by going into a French chat room. The original ideas was to just lurk in the chat room and watch other people chat in French. That was until one of the other chatters decided to talk to me. The conversation went something like this (in French, of course):nicolas: How goes it, aeris_cloud?aeris_cloud: I'm doing well.

fadedsilverscreennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596146.post-1120220614959702812005-07-01T05:15:00.000-07:002005-07-01T05:23:34.966-07:00

Aaaaaaah!Maybe I need a vacation or something. Or maybe this summer is just special for some reason.Anyways.So yeah. I'm a project assistant this summer, which means we get to paint all day. Woo. Fun. Not. My co-workers are certainly amusing, though. Perhaps the most ribald group of people I have ever worked with. I have never heard more sex jokes uttered in a work place than with this rowdy

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And I'm not gonna take it backOh I'm not gonna say I don't mean thatYou're the target that im aiming atGot to get that message homeMy song is loveMy song is love unknownBut I'm on fire for you, clearly~Coldplay "A Message"Have you ever realized--how sad and pathetic it may be--that you really haven't gotten over someone you supposedly "got over"? In the past, you had a wonderful relationship with

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Life, or something like itNo point in complaining. Work is work is work. It's a lot, as I'm not used to working 40 hour weeks. Painting is more exhausting than I'd previously thought. Such labors are especially compounded by the hot sun, and the fact that I thought it would be cool to work out several times this week, usually after a grueling day of painting. So, hopefully reducing the workouts

fadedsilverscreennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596146.post-1117923585946901572005-06-04T15:01:00.000-07:002005-06-04T15:19:45.953-07:00

In which Aeris Cloud waves gleefully to all 5,000 of her nonexistent blog readersWell, at first I was going to shut down my blog. But then I realized that in doing so, I would have to give up two of my all-time favorite pasttimes:1)talking to myself, and2)complaining to myselfSo here I am again, typing away again.Anyways, today I discovered the joy that is Safeway. Safeway is one of our local

fadedsilverscreennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596146.post-1117801750952815042005-06-03T05:28:00.000-07:002005-06-03T05:29:10.956-07:00

4.0! Dean's List! Woo Hoo!*dances around happily with self*

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Five Things I Need to Work on This Week1. My attitude: People never say it right out when they think that you're a glum, non-energetic sort of person. However, they do hint at it in small ways. I think my life would improve greatly if I could somehow be more positive about life in general. I wish I could be like one of those peppy people, whose brain is always producing an excess supply of

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Que sera seraHave you ever had a day where everyone in the world seems to annoy you? Having one of those. If you believe in prayer, then pray for me and my roommates on campus this summer. I sense a bit of tension already, which isn't so good, considering we've only been living together for 4 days. This means one of two things: either we all need to work extra hard at getting along, or some of us

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This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be, when the world was younger, and you had everything to lose.What have I been doing since graduation? Learning French, and sitting around watching crappy shows on TV. I saw Lost last Wednesday, for the first time this entire season. (I just haven't had time to watch TV the entire semester.) I also saw part of the Alias season finale,

fadedsilverscreennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596146.post-1117211277491720412005-05-27T09:13:00.000-07:002005-05-27T09:27:57.506-07:00

On GraduationEhh. I'm too lazy to write a proper narrative on graduation. So I'll just highlight the interesting stuff:*Surprisingly, I did not burst into tears at any point during the commencement proceedings. (I think I got out all my tears at a Christian fellowship retreat earlier in the year.) Weirdly enough, I did not feel much of anything during the whole ceremony. I guess I felt mildly

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Yesterday I graduated. Today I changed my blog template.Graduation was fun. I know that's seriously the biggest understatement ever. I guess I'm just not in the mood right now to describe it in full. Perhaps I will tomorrow, after everything's sunk in a little more.

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I heart Matt Thiessen from Relient KI think I have one of those cheesy schoolgirl crushes on Matt Thiessen, the lead singer from Relient K. Relient K's music isn't half bad either.Self-induced emotional stress is giving me the urge to lie down. Therefore, I won't bother with a shoddy attempt at a glorified blog post today. Maybe I should watch Hotel Rwanda, as I seem to be in need of a heaping

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this is the last timethat I'm ever gonna come here tonight...the angels they burn inside for usare we everare we ever gonna learn to flyWoo hoo for making this a super emo blog entry by putting sentimental lyrics in the title!Anyways, yesterday wasn't so bad. I had my last dinner ever at the dining hall. Then I wasted time in my room while my friend took her last final. Then we both went to the

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