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Monday, September 28, 2009
      ( 12:25 AM ) shut up christine  
there is still hope

because this exists in the world (watch the video)

congratulations michelle and matt :)
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Thursday, September 17, 2009
      ( 8:43 AM ) shut up christine  
el fin

i woke up this morning and it clicked.
i know how i wanted things to be. i acknowledge that reality is totally different.
i know, i know its never going to be that, and its okay.
its not really okay, but it will be.
i know exactly where i need to go, how i have to be, and what i need to do now

let it go

wow its the end and that's all i wrote? dang i thought i would have more to say


anyway omg how cute is this? too freaking cute man!!
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
      ( 11:58 PM ) shut up christine  
reasons i love school:

1. my chem lab partner's name is Bubbles
2. hand-scribbled sign above anatomy lab trashcan reads "Trash only. No animal parts" cat pieces go in the other bin
3. we use really old bones in practicum and half the pieces are broken off or worn down from being passed through so many students' hands over the decades. supposedly some of them were donated from the bodies of old professors. that is love.
4. i admit i study hard because i want to rank at the top. but my classmates are awesome and i love how we help each other. i will do what i can so that they learn & understand, and they do the same for me. i genuinely want them to win too. whatever fields we go into at the end of all this, you will make me better at what i do
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Saturday, September 12, 2009
      ( 5:47 PM ) shut up christine  




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Monday, September 07, 2009
      ( 4:11 PM ) shut up christine  
let it burn

the day i left for india, kuo came to my house and dropped off a cd with Your Ex-lover is Dead by the Stars, on it

it begins with this line:
When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.

this quote has been on my mind often, as of late.

today my horoscope said (yes i read my horoscope):
What remains is worth keeping.

i'm noticing the patterns and cycles in my life, conflicts i have over and over, mistakes i repeat again and again.
asking myself what am i not learning the first time around.
trying to dig out the roots so that new things can grow

i'm terrified that we are making a huge mistake. again.
and if it blows up in my face i know you'll say i told you so.
you told me so.

i don't know what's going to happen
but we are willing to risk everything and walk into the fire together
so that we can keep whatever is left, even if the pieces are all broken

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      ( 10:16 AM ) shut up christine  
from Charity Focus' DailyGood

If we cannot see how what we are doing or not doing is contributing to things being the way that they are, then logically we have no basis at all, zero leverage, for changing the way things are -- except from the outside, by persuasion or force. --Adam Kahane
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Tuesday, September 01, 2009
      ( 11:01 PM ) shut up christine  
today was one of those days

i came out of a night shift, went home to take a shower, spent 12 hours at school, then went straight to the next night shift which brings me here. i am exhausted but i wanted to mark this occasion

during the break before my last class i walked to a small empty coffee shop

the old man working at the counter mentioned that i looked really tired, and when i ordered a cup of coffee he didn't let me pay
and then he brought me a muffin, to give me energy to get through my class, he said.

so much kindness.

i will remember this whenever i'm having another one of those days, which will probably happen regularly for the next few months
what he did for me today is what's going to get me through it
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