April 09, 2007
Meet PH H
Just got back from Meet the Robinsons
I cired...twice. It was a great Disney movie in the old school Disney way
I like G rated and PG ofte much more than the R or even PG-13. I just like the clean sweep but Cars still sucked.
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December 16, 2006
camera
I need one. I keep going to Laura and JB flickr site to look at boston/cambodia pics. What I really need is for my loved ones to take pictures of me and themselves more often. I don't like taken the shots. SO Everybody take the pretty picture and post the pretty picture! I have so many demands.
okay gots to do the yoga
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August 31, 2006
so today my car died!
But it only died because I forgot to turn off the headlights. I asked the constrution workers if they had some jumper cables and the inclination to help me out. So the six of us went over to my car and made it go vroom. It was really a two person job but it is a cool car. We all stood around and laughed for a while it was a wonderful little experiance.
Tonight I remembered why i have still not gone to grad school aside from the looming fear that I will never make it or fail
WHAT AM I GOING TO STUDY? SO MUCH TO STUDY! SO MANY GREAT MINDS WHICH SCHOOL IS THE BEST? WHERE ARE THE BEST TOGA BASHES, UAB? WHO WILL GIVE ME MONEY?
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July 22, 2006
Funke dancing
I slept UNTIL almost EIGHT AM! Sleeping is hot. Sleeping is the new pink.
We had a good time last night at the Middle East; listening to our friend's band. The night made me a bit sad though as I dropped the ball on so many friendships in Boston. I never call anybody from our church. I stopped calling my buddy Valerie from the diner. Never called or emailed Jamie the dude or Jamie the baker. I also never stop to talk to Eddie or George at the gas station anymore. I want to be part of community but...not enough to give anymore then a bit of fluff off myself.
I was locked out of the church! Have I been excommunicated? I wanted to go to mass at eight but the doors were locked. Cars in the parking lot // nobody in the sanctuary.
Plans for the day:
nice long walk in the rain
buy a jean skirt (for cheap somewhere)
go to work and make made cash
go dancing with Funke because it sounds cool
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May 22, 2006
a fine vice
My life gets better every year! You see today I found a chocolate bar that is good for you. It promotes healthy skin and powerful bones! Love had filled my heart//Linnea may be gone but my heart will go
thunk
thunk
thunk
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March 22, 2006
TRL. I Feel Dirty.
Be my little Rock n’ Roll Queen. These are the words that have wooed my being for the last 24 hours. While cleaning the dishes, walking to work, coming home and going to prayer meeting, and three times before I went to bed the words that I longed to hear were
You are the sun,
You are the only one,
My heart is blue,
My heart is blue for you
Be my, be my, be my little rock & roll queen
be my, be my, be my little rock & roll queen
Now that I went to a prayer meeting while listening to this song puts me out of the running for Rock n'Roll Royalty. Maybe if I start dressing like Blondie (who made it in the hall of fame this last week) then I could be like a rock n' roll cousin. My anything goes attitude and self-centered conversations have got to help me out in some way though. Maybe I am already a rock cousin and the forced Blondie attire would push me down on the family tree?
http://www.warnerbrosrecords.com/subways/
http://www.blondie.net/index.shtml
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January 25, 2006
Oh Happy Day. When Jesus Washed my sins away!!
currently I am drinking a gin and tonic
45 mins ago I was calling the hospital to see if Linnea had been checked in
50 mins ago I was beating the windows and doors at the public Library. Where is Linnea- at a concert. She has been talking about all week and I forgot.
I guess I really care/enough not to listen/oops/
Oh, all the gin and tonic is gone.
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January 20, 2006
"This is Hope, she's from the South. She's wicked into God." -Scott
Jason Harrod lived in Boston when he wrote Carolina. As I hear him croon about long leaf pine I long to go home to the south. That is where he is now not with Harrod and Funck anymore but in the blessed Southland. I never expected to miss the vistas. A few times I have looked to the sky and seen the blue Appalachian Mountains formed from the blistery winter clouds. As it has been a warm and rainy January and at times the humidity has tricked my skin into believing that I had made it back home. My being longs hear old men who know the dates of hunting season by heart. My being longs for the Atlantic Ocean near Hunting Island and the Savannah River.
As I sit tonight trying again to finish my Peace Corps application I wonder why I want to go anywhere but South. I want to see the skeleton cathedral, the Great Barrier Reef, and spider monkeys. I want to know that I will not be stuck sitting in a job that makes me as unhappy as the people I serve pancakes to every mourning. Maybe I have seen life far to idealistically but I never knew just how dissatisfying the general public sees daily life. Conflict theory in class is so different from the dull drone of masses.
I have to write about why the Peace Corps and cross-cultural experiences. I cannot think of a single reason why I want to join the Peace Corps that is not completely selfish. Does that mean I will suck at the job? As far as cross-cultural experiences are concerned I think that on a whole it is going to be a lot more like moving to Boston after college then being in India.
I could go back to school.
I could go and do the next thing.
I am stuck in the North and I miss more than the warmth. Mostly I am just stuck.
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