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Thursday, January 27, 2005 ( 5:00 AM ) shut up christine  time flies! i can't believe this picture is from two years ago thanks priya :) 
what the heck is going on people are ordering their caps and gowns already?? I feel like I just got here and I have a confession to make after four years of university edumacatization i still don’t know what sociology is I’m a dumbass!! sure...the study of society and social relationships but what is it really? if i had to summarize it, i wouldn't know what to say but i could tell you some interesting facts about the indigenous peoples of New Zealand… i could show you how to cite a research paper using APA and MLA style formats (ooh ahh)… and i can tell the difference between functionalist theory and that other theory whatever its called…okay nevermind I can’t hahaha but honestly does any of that matter? I just know it…once I graduate everyone’s mama is gonna ask “Sooo, what was your major? Oh, sociology? What is that? What are you planning to do with your degree?” Ahh please don’t ask me! I don’t know!! I have no freakin clue After 4 years, what have I learned? what the heck do i know I used to do fieldwork observations at an elementary school and on my first day an emergency came up so the teacher called me to the front, put the teacher’s manual in my hands and straight up left me alone in a room full of first graders…so I was supposed to teach an English lesson – how to use the past tense -- to a Spanish speaking class…kids were rolling around on the floor and poking my legs and making animal sounds… this was probably one of the hardest & scariest things I ever did… I screwed up so bad I was shaking because I was nervous…these cute little first graders devoured me alive and I practically cried when the teacher came back When I left the school that day I felt like a failure to the public school system but out of nowhere the brattiest kid in the class chased me down and gave me a hug i think sometimes you should just take a chance even if you’re unprepared, or scared shitless, or if you have no idea what you're talking about i think even if you fail miserably, if you bring all that you are to the table, sometimes you walk away with even more so there's my little lesson in sociology for you..free of charge haha i should listen to my own advice 5 months til graduation ahhh # Tuesday, January 25, 2005 ( 1:08 AM ) shut up christine re-post of an entry I wrote exactly a year ago...... hah. a couple days ago i met a boy during my lunch break he followed me to the food court and stood behind me in line at jamba juice while i was waiting in line he walked up to me put one hand on each side of my face and straightened my crooked broken glasses i spilled my smoothie he took my hand we rode the ferris wheel he tied my shoelace for me the next day we met up at diedrich's we wore matching turtlenecks and sipped a latte from one cup he read War and Peace over my shoulder and then we both vomited all over our matching turtlenecks because Valentine's Day sucks ass. the end. *poetry snaps* and its only jan 25.... anywayyy... i'm planning to fly to San Francisco on February 19 (Presidents' Day weekend) because i feel like it...if you'd like to come that would be lovely give me a call otherwise peace out scouts i hope you enjoy your stupid valentine build-a-bears fuck you. JUST KIDDING :) no really, i'm kidding p.s. HAPPY HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY GINA MACK!! p.p.s. and belated happy birthday to my dad...he is thee coolest 61 year-old I know # Sunday, January 16, 2005 ( 1:17 PM ) shut up christine for a friend. The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it. "What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?" "Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt." "Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?" "It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." "I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled. "The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always." The Rabbit sighed. He thought it would be a long time before this magic called Real happened to him. He longed to become Real, to know what it felt like; and yet the idea of growing shabby and losing his eyes and whiskers was rather sad. He wished that he could become it without these uncomfortable things happening to him. from The Velveteen Rabbit # Saturday, January 15, 2005 ( 3:22 PM ) shut up christine my turn when i first told my parents that i was “seeing” someone, my mom scheduled me a freakin gyno appointment my dad didn’t say anything, he just laughed then he walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a small box of bullets and he kept laughing and clinking the bullets with his finger. hahh * * * he taught me how to shoot pool he taught me how to kiss he gave me goosebumps and he gave me mono just kidding its not mono maybe i’m just really tired i think we’re both tired of it when things don’t work out it's easy to remember the bad stuff "we’re hella drama" but its not like i can just forget all the good times either that stuff stays with you i know i loves ya but I’m not in love with you and I know that you’re not in love with me either and it's okay i wish you’d pick up your phone so we could hang out and go to Del Taco and dance in my car and act like dorks like we used to i have a feeling i will regret writing this oh well sometimes we say things that we regret but we can’t take them back hahhaha good thing people can’t leave comments on this thing peace out punks # Monday, January 03, 2005 ( 4:44 AM ) shut up christine happy anniversary i left home in a hurry i kinda had a bad day as i'm loading my car i accidentally wake mi padre and he starts hootin & hollerin about how its 3am Kita why you wait so long to drive back to Irvine yappity yap and so he's puffing his lip and yelling and putang-ing at me he yells don't lean your laundry basket against the car that's why its so scratched up and all my clean bedsheets fall on the wet ground take that stuff out of the backseat you can't see out the rear window its dark i told you not to drive at night more yelling he bangs his fist on my car window and i drive off in a huff without saying a word i'm in a crappy mood i'm about to get on the freeway but i turn my car around and head back home because its january third remember? its been four years i'm going to pretend like i forgot something that's why i came back my hand is on the doorknob but it turns from the inside he's been waiting at the door for me i pretend to look for something that i left behind i say bye dad he says okay and kisses me on the head drive safely he waves as i drive off this is how it should be i'm glad it ended that way because he doesn't know it but today is a special day for me and my dad and i look forward to it every year this probably won't make sense. sorry goodnight # |
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