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i wanna dance.
i wanna dance like it's fucking 2007.
dance because i feel like i've got so much that i want to share with everyone else.
almost everyone.
today has been extra great for some reason.
i've been spinning around in my computer chair for the past hour singing and dancing to all the new music i've gotten this week. there's about ten new cds on my itunes, and a $50 iTunes gift card to spend.
There's nothing better than new things, whether it's music, clothes, or even massage chairs. i'm thankful that even though I've spent of my commission and Christmas money, my parents still love the impulse buying. whether it's going out to lunch randomly, or buying shiatzu massage chairs.
this is what i get for having lists about everything. i'm going to have spent my itunes card in about ten minutes. god, i love music.
so this winter break has been quite the whirlwind. it's funny to think that a year ago, a whole year, i was bawling my eyes out over something I could care less about now. moving on is bliss.
maybe i didn't read all the books i'd told myself I would in the past two weeks, but I'm more content than ever and it's a-m-a-z-i-n-g.
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[27 Nov 2006|12:47pm] |
Who are you to judge the life I live?
I know I'm not perfect- and I don't live to be
but before you start pointing fingers...
Make sure your hands are clean.
--Bob Marley
Mondays definetly need to be spent at home.
If I can figure out how to time not feeling well with Sunday nights, I might actually be able to sleep in one of these times. Not like I'm complaining. Watching Bond movies and sleeping is pretty nice.
I guess I'm going to Greece and Turkey this summer with my mom and some relatives at the end of June. I'm freaking out. That's what like, a little more than half a year from now? I'm so damn excited. Two whole weeks of Mediterrainian sun and history, not to mention I'm totally getting a new camera and wardrobe for the occasion.. ahaha.
Hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving : ]
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[23 Nov 2006|01:23pm] |
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Things like this definetly make me smile.
I think that goes to show that 385 years later, Thanksgiving is still about helping people who might not have it as good as you do. It's about honoring your family because you're thankful for them, as well as starting off the season of giving. Not about getting into fist fights over the door busters and Best Buy tomorrow, not about fighting over who gets to carve the turkey, or the days off of school.
There's so much I have that others don't, and for that I'm thankful for.
I'm thankful that I have my health, after many bouts with strep and mono this summer. I'm thankful that my parents give so much to me without asking when they'll get repaid. I'm thankful that I can see my family almost whenever I want and that we all share a fond relationship. I'm thankful for Josh because he's gotten me through some of the hardest times and is always there for me. I'm thankful for my friends because they never seem to be out of reach; regardless of how I'm feeling, they can make me laugh. I'm thankful for my security, whether it be financial, future, or at home. I'm thankful that I can go $60 over on my phone bill and my mom doesn't make me pay it, nor does she break my neck. And most of all, I'm thankful for the Democrats winning back Congress and today's weather being gorgeous.  
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[25 Oct 2006|05:41pm] |
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In regards to my headline, "When was the last time you did something for the first time?" I did something for the first time today.
you know how there's streets you've driven by so many times that you know exactly when you'll pass them? How many times have you driven down those simple side streets? Most of the times, I just drive past them and onto my destination and forget all about them. Today I realized that there's like, eight streets within sprinting distance from my house that I've never even been down, so coming back from getting bagels and movies, I drove down some of them. I must admit that there are so many streets that just connect to more that you never would have even imagined were there. As much as I've complained about living in a small town, there's so much to experience that you would normally pass by in your daily routine.
In other randomess, thrift stores are the best place to find books if you don't mind someone else having enjoyed them before you. Nothing beats discovering the Lovely Bones in the back of one store for only fifty cents, but some of the books I got yesterday come pretty close. While I might have a holier-than-thou attitude about shoes and being organized; I'm not too good to read used books.
I have an entire new bookshelf filled with books I've found at thrift stores or in the sale parts of book stores. It kills me a little bit to see books almost being given away, but I'll definetly always be willing to take them and enjoy them. So, below is my shelf of books that I've almost completely bought in the last three months. I'm so proud : ]
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[08 Oct 2006|10:23pm] |
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 The days left until I leave is way below double-digits and I'm even more excited than I was the last time I thought about it. Tomorrow is my last chance to pack and get ready before the chaos of the upcoming week rolls in. I'd previously decided that I'd spend the day at a bookstore, stocking up on magazines and paperbacks for the flight, but somehow it's turned into going to Gurnee Mills with Rob because he watched Hair last night and wants to go to the stoner stores with me and Kayleigh tomorrow. Regardless, I'm sure tomorrow will be pretty awesome. Josh is going to UIC with Dakota tomorrow, but I'm far too lazy to wake up at six just to go to a college visit. In the past week, I've heard from at least three people that Seattle is very indie-influenced and everyone in the Pacific Northwest seems to dress like it's still the mid-nineties. I'm so excited. As I was packing tonight, I noticed that I have a lot of blue clothes. I also noticed that a lot of the beforesaid blue clothes were being put into my suitcase. Maybe my mom finds it inappropriate, but I don't find anything wrong with packing seven pairs of shoes for a four-day trip. Amen to that.
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[05 Oct 2006|04:37pm] |
Denise Gentes
Honors English 11
September 15, 2006
4th Hour
Not only was Reverend Parris the catalyst for the witch trials in fictional and real time, he is also responsible for fueling the fire that kept the trials burning. Though no witches in Salem were burnt, Parris would have surely lit the stakes long before anyone was even accused. The hysteria in Salem began with him only speaking of hell and damnation in church, rather than preaching to the Puritans about God and Heaven. What started in his house with Tituba, Betty and Abigail seeking vengeance on Elizabeth Putnam turned into a hanging fest with all the blood on Parris’ hands.
Rather than be worried about how the townspeople would be affected by the trials, Parris was only concerned about how he would look if anyone knew his daughter, servant and niece had been practicing witchcraft. When his own daughter falls ill under the effects of “witchcraft” Parris is only concerned about his image in the town. He tried to pry information out of Abigail by trying to gain empathy from her with his statement, “…I pray you feel the weight of truth upon you, for now my ministry is at stake… I dare not be taken unaware when I go before then down there,” referring to how people will treat him, instead of being concerned about his daughter’s ailing health.
While the trials take place in Act Three, Parris does his best to interrupt the proceedings of the court and sway the verdict toward the accused being convicted. When John Proctor and Mary Warren come to present a deposition from Mary, Parris butts into the ordeal. What could have been valid evidence from Mary that Abigail and the girls are just making things up to get back at Elizabeth Proctor, Parris has publicly questioned. He interrupts Deputy Governor Danforth and claims that Mary and Proctor have “…come to over throw the court!” and throws any respect Danforth could have had towards Proctor out the window. When some kind of closure in the case could have been reached, Parris was surely there to ruin any chance of an end.
If anyone was responsible for causing many people to be hung on false pretenses of witchcraft, Parris was the one who caused it all. Though in the beginning, Parris told Thomas Putnam, “We cannot leap to witchcraft,” he went on to nitpick every non-churchgoer and beggar out of Salem and lay some charge upon them. If anyone had actually done anything wrong, more than just not attending church and being different that the expectations in Salem, the could share blame with Parris, but for now the blood of the witches in Salem covers his hands.
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[04 Oct 2006|07:18pm] |
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A week until Seattle. I can't effing wait.
The five or so hour flight isn't going to be that bad. I've 1.2 days of music and 500 songs at my beckon call and like, 50 pages of empty journal. Not to mention my camera, and a plethora of books.
I can't wait. I love travelling, especially when I'm meeting my mom somewhere. The time I get to be completely alone and not know anyone is really enlightening. The last time I was on a flight alone, I ended up sharing Cosmos and Glamours with twenty-something businessmen going to a convention and I learned how to play poker.
I can't wait. I had to stay home and actually get some sleep today because I know that I won't be able to sleep much this upcoming week.
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[24 Sep 2006|10:48am] |
God, some people keep getting stupider and stupider.
Apparently now you can get a Bachelor's Degree in Physchology at an online college. I find it funny that you can learn a social art via computer.
Speaking of colleges, this past week has been me obsessing over colleges, and I think I've actually found one I like. Suprisingly, I'm considering Northern Michigan University. Yes, it's like, six hours away and the average temperature is like, 50 degress in the UP yearround, but I really like the campus. I still haven't given up on UIC or Columbia, or even BU, but still...
I'm utterly focused on getting away from here and establishing something for myself elsewhere. I don't fit into the suburban landscape very well.
We'll see.
Homecoming week starts tomorrow. Um, yay? All that means is splitting my weeknights between orginizations in the bus barn and having a light coat of sawdust on me at all times. But at least I look good in my dress.
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[19 Sep 2006|07:02am] |
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I'm looking forward to a lot of things in October.
This one weekend in September was pretty good though; coach bag, prada wallet, homecoming dress, craploads of new clothes and three cds.
Homecoming week will be fun, most likely, it just sucks not being able to play in Powderpuff. I'll get over it.
Josh and I had four months yesterday. It seems like so much longer.
I swear I just heard "Wednesday night, Rob Craig opening and the Rosemont Theatre"
uhm, Rob?
haha.
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[16 Sep 2006|10:26am] |
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Downtown Antioch is amazing.
Last night [get ready for the big list] Rob, Kayleigh, Kim, Katie, Ashley, Nikki, Andrea, Jason and I decided to go to Antioch. Mrs. Krocza's friend was having an art opening, so we stopped by there for a while. Krocza is seriously my favorite teacher this year. So yeah, we went there and then wandered around for a while and then went outside to take pictures in the alley next to it. That probably sounds weird, but it made for some cool pictures. We went down the block to Las Vegas to eat and have deep conversation, which was pretty awesome, for the most part. They had kiddie cocktails, which was great.
I guess now, all I ask is this; what are you supposed to do when you find out that someone you're really close to has been talking shit about not only you, but your other friends too? I would have thought I knew them well enough to know that she wouldn't talk crap about me, but that's not true. I guess crap like this makes me thankful that I have four really, really close friends who I know wouldn't say anything like that about me.
I guess I've always said that I won't talk about someone unless I know them.. which proves true for the people who talk about me I guess. All those time I've called them wanting advice for something was probably just them getting new material.
Honestly though, I'm already done thinking about that now that I've written it. I'm going dress shopping for Homecoming today and possibly, gasp, SHOE SHOPPING. Tomorrow I'm getting the Coach bag I've wanted and spending the day with Josh, so that evens things out.. hah.
Enjoy your weekend, everyone.
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[11 Sep 2006|08:39am] |
I'm waking up to the sun shining into our room and I couldn't be in a better place. The night before, my mom and I took two flights to Montego Bay, Jamaica and finally got to the resort by nightfall. We met my dad and sat on the balcony and looked over at the ocean. I was pretty sure that I was in the most perfect place in the world. My dad heard me moving around and took me downstairs to see his convention room and to see the beach I had missed in the darkness of the night before. While walking through the convention center, one of the secretarties from my dad's office came in to tell us that a plane had crashed and it was on TV. We found the nearest TV and watched in awe as the second plane hit the World Trade Center. So easily was a beautiful morning ruined. I'll never forget how, as an eleven year old, I didn't understand why we had to go upstairs and wake my mom up to tell her, why this had happened, and most of all, how we were going to get home. The ten or so floors between my mom and my dad and I seemed like they went by in a heartbeat in the elevator, but at the same time took forever. My mom was just starting to wake up. My dad told her she had to wake up, and she looked up at us, and probably saw us looking terrified. Her eyes went from the open window and the ocean to ours and my dad turned the TV on and told her what had happened. The whole world stopped, not just the United States. As each plane crashed, the Americans in the hotel took a shaky breath and leaned on the charity of the Jamaicans for support. The portable TVs in the lobby were running all day, with many tourists watching their country fall to pieces. Hearing my mom call my aunt and my grandma to let them know we were okay tore me apart. The city my whole family had grown up in was in ruins. The rest of the week in "paradise" was spent drinking heavily, charity from the natives, and wondering if we'd ever make it home, and what we would be coming home to. Though I was young, I could relax more on a plane than most adults did, but knowing that the only way I was going to get home.
Everyone has their story of where they were when they found out. Where were you?
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[08 Sep 2006|05:48pm] |
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I'm really getting bad at this.
My real journal sings songs of praises toward all the times I write in it. I use it as the crutch to support why I'm sitting out in gym, why I think my sixth hour class is a bunch of retards, and everything else that goes through my mind during the day.
Josh said this past week has been horribly long, which it has, but it's also been kind of pleasant.
I've somehow found a way to ignore bad feelings and turn the time I'd spend worrying about those into doing something productive. Amazingly, it works. Maybe I'm being my own fan club, but right now I want to show everyone the imaginary pictures of me in my wallet like grandparents have of their grandkids. I'm through not feeling like I have nothing to be proud of. In four short days, I've managed to be Project Manager of the Grant-A-Wish Foundation, pull off a 100% on my Spanish verbs quiz [chyeaah], go to the beach with the coolest people ever, not run screaming out of a cemetary, and actually start to understand calc.
I'm not sorry if this has been an entry devoted to bragging about myself. It's my life, and right now I feel very conceited. Have a great weekend everyone! <3
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| the fever, the focus;; |
[02 Sep 2006|11:21am] |
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I don't even quite know where to begin.
This past week from last Friday has been amazing. Even school doesn't feel that bad. I've become accustomed to bringing home at least one book and actually doing homework to the point where I don't really mind. I put my books in the spot where I take them from in the morning, take my keys and I'm gone. As I write this, I realize that I haven't seen much of my parents this week, which can be fixed.
Last night I fell asleep on the couch with Josh and today I woke up to my dad mowing the lawn and singing over the lawn mower. Something about sharing the uncomfortable couch that is too long, but not wide enough for two people is the best feeling in the world.
Last weekend was all about Will, Kayleigh and Josh pretty much. We hung out in my room and gave pedicures and hand massages while making fun of last year's yearbook. Saturday we went to see Snakes on a Plane and laid out in my driveway and talked till long past midnight. Wednesday the four of us went to Burger King after school to have camera phone wars and enjoy the time between 3:00 and 4:30 when it almost feels like summer again. After Josh went to work, Kim came over and Rob picked us up to get Katie for mini-golfing. I'm far too impatient for mini-golf, so it turned into hockey and ruining Katie's shots whenever she tried to hit. We found a dog. We also went to Big Lots and the Dollar Store to get candy which ended up being a spraying war. I somehow got hair spray in my eye and Rob covered me in foam carpet cleaner, which fortunately dries into a damp water. We went to KFC because Rob had never been there. Further proof that I need to stop eating junk food and start running longer distances. We drove around singing to people out the window and yelling things until we all started to feel sick. Thursday was crazy. Kayleigh and I drove to Kim's house and hung out for a while making fun of the new yearbook. We went to pick up the pizza and Will, which meant singing really loud and barely noticing traffic signals. Josh came by when we got home, as did Rob and we watched Baseketball, which is hilarious. Last night Kayleigh, Kim, James, Katie, Ashley, Nikki and I went to the Chinese Buffet in Round Lake. Candy pen > chinese food, by far. Josh came over after and we went to get stuff from Pizza Hut. Pretty awesome if you ask me. Today will definetly be spent recovering from how much sleep I HAVEN'T gotten in the past week. Have a good three-day weekend everyone!! <3
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[26 Aug 2006|10:31am] |
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I hate my hair with a passion, but I think I've gotten over that a little. I've been letting it drive me nuts for the past week, and I've realized I haven't got time for all of that. I loved almost everything about yesterday. Rob and I totally snuck away from gym class to go get our pictures taken before the rest of our class and ended up cutting Will and Josh to be right in the front. And last night was just fun even though I didn't think it would be.
I think I'm hanging out with James sometime this weekend which is gonna be awesome. Today my mom and I are going to the Port Clinton Art Fair or something in Highland Park, and I'll probably end up spending a lot of money on things I don't need. Maybe I'll find a new bag or something to carry all my shit at school. More later maybe.
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[19 Aug 2006|06:12pm] |
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It gets really lonely sitting around waiting to hear back from my "friends" or until Josh gets off work to come visit for an hour or two before he goes back to his normal life.
This is by far the worst way to end a summer, and in exchange, I'm probably going to be bitter about it for the next twelve months.
Maybe not.
I'm on steroids now. Yes, steroids, similar to the ones that 300 pound linebackers take just so they can knock their clone in a different uniform out. Except I'm taking them because I'm too weak to get up from the couch to make it into the bathroom to throw up in time.
Between episodes of the OC and sleeping in odd places, I have perfectly fabricated a list of places I would rather be right now.
In the meantime, I've been reading last summer's xanga entries and laughing my ass off at some of the stuff on there. The quotes from Rob and I at football, the pictures from nights out with Bill and Jake, the crazy things Kayleigh, Kim and I would say to Cramer, and James and I visiting each other with "Julie" I love my friends. Oh man.
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