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For those of you who aren't Dutch or Catholic today is Sinter Klaas's birthday. My mother sent me a load of dutch goodies, including Papernoten, Drop Toppers, Droste Chocolate Letters, Mokka Sticks, and Toverstaafjes (I would've killed myself if she'd sent me hexagel, because then I would've had to eat it). So if you are within five miles of me come around and I'll give you some.

Freshman Screw was on Saturday at it was lamer than I had expected it to be, which is pretty pathetic because I had pretty low expectations. I wound up in a state of intense depression, although I'm told I looked very nice. Edward spent the night to keep me company because I was that wrecked, we ate junk and watched Queer as Folk. Always a good plan.

Love for Edward.

to whom it may concern . . .I can't believe I'll only have celebrated 18 Sinter Klaases, feels like so much more.

Current Mood: peaceful
Current Music: Gin Blossoms-Hey Jealousy

So I redid my layout. Granted nothing much has changed since the code is being tempremental, but with a little luck I'll have it all figured out. Yeah right. I'm going to try again after this, just because I don't have anything better to do.

In any event I had a little bit of a freak-out tonight. Actually that might be understating it. I was a sobbing mess. Holly and Caity were both standing there like, oh god, what do we do? Really wish I had the answer to that question. But hey, at least my banner looks beautiful, right?

I'm trying to get more writing done, it's slow going though. I'm sorry. Hey, at least on Tuesday I'm going to be the hottest fucking glam rocker you ever did see. Which reminds me, I started a glam rock facebook group. Pretty awesome, my dears. If you have a facebook and you wanna join, be my guest.

to whom it may concern . . .Miss you guys. Every damn day.

Current Mood: blah
Current Music: The Ark-Let Me Down Gently

[	mood	\|	disgruntled	]
[	music	\|	Meatloaf-Bat Out of Hell	]

I can't freakin' sleep. Which usually I would go and exorcise by going outside for a walk but that's practically impossible now, considering that I'm locked into old-campus. They close all the gates at some point in the middle of the night, and it's like being on the inside of an impenetrable fortress. Blah. Stupid New Haven, can you take a break from having so much crime for a few days so I can take my stupid walk.

Been a pretty low-key week-end. The first in awhile, and it's all going to come crashing down tomorrow. I have three classes tomorrow, a soccer game, belly-dancing class, and a Japanese test. YAY! Oh, I'm so busy with such inane things.

I hope Flo's transition process is going all right. I miss you, I hope college starts well for you, too!

[	mood	\|	worried	]
[	music	\|	Strict Machine-Goldfrapp	]

Well, lovies, things have taken a decided turn for the worse.

I'm waiting right now, on edge, to get a call from the doctor. Two discs in my spine, in the cervical vertebrae to be exact ( I looked it up, sure proof I'm freakin' worried), are out of allignment as a result of the infamous car accident. I really thought it was no big deal when Stanford called and said there were abnormalities with my neck. I thought to myself, hey, it's not hurting, nothing is wrong.

If the radiologist decides it's a serious injury, I will have to get neurosurgery. Which, like any surgery, scares me. Alot. A whole fucking lot. The doctor says it's not critical now, but one wrong move and I could sever my spinal cord, which would be the end of everything.

Hey, at least my wrist is coming together nicely, it's a rather hollow comfort though. I'm sorry if lately I've come across as a whiny bitch, I wish I could stop myself. Everything seems destined to go round the proverbial bend. Although, Flo did join last.fm (which all of you music obsessees should do), so that, at least, is something.

to whom it may concern . . .going to Japan town for Odango, Zaru Udon, Manga, and 8 different flavors of pokki. Hey Ali, do you want anything? Oh and Ali? Don't tell my dad about the whole neurosurgery thing, he would never let me out of the house again.

[	mood	\|	ambivalent	]
[	music	\|	Still Standing-Brian Eno	]

My cousin just got checked into the hospital a few days ago. Everybody send her good thoughts. Now, at least she can get help.

Today was the portfolia shoot, god, my art looked so pithy compared to everybody elses that was put up there. Also Mr. Hoy was being a bastard, we all know he does this out of the goodness of his heart, but a lot of us were helping with artwork when ours was done or we didn't have to be there. Although, I felt really bad because I had to leave early for therapy, and then I fell asleep and missed my appointment. Shite.

Maybe I'll go watch clips of the daily show, I'm really glad that Florence showed me where they were . I'll probably feel a little less removed (I feel so removed right now, and for the complete and utter drama queen I am that's a little weird).

( For all of you slashers out there . . . )

to whom it may concern . . .I think the world would be a better place if we all stopped and drank tea.

[	mood	\|	exasperated	]
[	music	\|	Hate to say I told you so-The Hives	]

I hate Brian Molko. Really I do. I also hate college apps . . .I'm not going to get into any of the places I want to. I wish I had a good book to read, then at least I wouldn't feel so . . .so . . .this. Nobody really seems to notice. Except maybe my therapist, because she's paid to notice.

Here's to feeling shitty, raise your glasses high, after all, it can't last forever.

To whom it may concern . . .I never realized how badly all my fellows actually wrote.

[	mood	\|	upset	]
[	music	\|	Virginia Plain-Roxy Music	]

Do you ever get the feeling that script writers are running out of ideas? Every single novel I see these days (ones I hadn't even heard of before) seems to have "Now a major motion picture" written across the top. Yuck.

I don't know what's wrong with me anymore. Usually it was something I could pinpoint. But now I know I'm slipping into dangerous territory, because I can't tell why I'm unhappy anymore.

to whom it may concern . . .tell me something real. Tell me something that's yours.

[	mood	\|	proud of myself	]
[	music	\|	Chocolate-Snow Patrol	]

Yesterday evening was spent playing hours upon hours of pool, while munching on Candy. I've gotten a little better at least. Florence still kicks my butt. But oh well, it was funny. You should have seen us, "I believe in a thing called love" came on the stereo, and it made us so silly. Well not nearly so silly as when Dragon force came on. But that band was made to be rediculous (although they take themselves VERY seriously).

I posted a story for the first time on bds_fic. If anybody feels terribly interested--ask, and I'll give you the link (or you can just check my friends page). Right now I'm doing absolutely nothing. Which kinda sucks.

to whom it may concern . . .lost my soccer game today, although I think we still played well. There is one player on my team though, who is definitely completely and totally fucking nuts. If you ever read this, I doubt you'll know who you are, because I'm sure you think you're justified. That's the worst of it.

[	mood	\|	tired	]
[	music	\|	Bittersweet Symphony-The Verve (I listened to this song CONSTANTLY freshman year)	]

Friday night was fairly normal, except that I saw a really shoddy ballet, and then walked out at the second one. I know that sounds really stuck up, but the San Jose Ballet Company sucks. It's like they spent most of their money on props, costuming, and sets. So much so that it overpowered everything else. However, despite the crappiness of the dancing the music really was beautiful. Phillip Glass is an amazing composer. Then Friday was the SAT-IIs. I'm sure I did fine on the History, I'm not so sure how I did on the math (pretty bad though), then Florence and I went shopping. I got another bra, because I broke one awhile ago and hadn't the chance to get a new one. But you all needed to know that. I also got this totally awesome black velvet jacket. And for once, I actually had money left over. Hmm, what should I spend it on?

Late last night I went over to Colleen's house and we just talked. About normal stuff. Which reminds me I should send out a e-mail to my young democrats club. But I really can't summon up the energy to do it. Today was bad, I woke up feeling horribly sick (and I was), I took some Sudafed, which is the equivalent of god. Unfortunately, I still sound like I'm dying. So now here we are. I don't really know what to say. Other than that my nose hurts.

( today you get two pictures for the price of one )

to whom it may concern . . .I took the memory quiz that's been going around for 14 people and got 100%, see I know you guys. Eh, it's always been said I've got a freakish memory. Just talk to AJ or Eric.

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