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Last night, I found a ginormous monster spider in the kitchen and dropped my copy of For Whom the Bell Tolls on it. Just as I was about to laugh about the pen being mightier than the sword, the spider crawled out from under the novel and I had to get my hardcover copy of Siddhartha to smash it again. Teehee, sorry Buddha.
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Thursday, March 27th, 2008
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| Time: | 7:11 pm. |
| Mood: |  chipper. | | Music: | The Beatles!!!. |
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Can someone teach me how to make cuts? Cuz I like pointless surveys.
Do you know anyone named Chris?
Uh huh. I know lots of them... I think. I can only think of two now, though
What's the closest blue thing to you?
A blue cascaron egg filled with confetti from my birthday.
What were you doing 30 minutes ago?
Walking home from set build.
If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you?
Probably. Probably lots of things. I make stupid mistakes with alarming frequency.
Do you wear big sunglasses?
No. But I found a pair of sunglasses today and now they're mine! Good story, Jean.
Do you like Journey?
Um no.
Do you cook to music?
I cook to musicals. Dork? Yes.
Does the future make you more nervous or excited?
Very very extremely nervous, yes.
Have you kissed somebody in the last 2 weeks?
Yep yep. Do I regret it? Probably. We'll see.
What are you doing in 2008?
Gosh, I don't even know what I'm doing next week.
How many different things did you drink today?
Just water, I think. Options are limited because the dining halls are all closed.
Why did your parents give you the name you have?
My dad's closest brother, who died at 19, was named John, and Jean is french for John, so they named me after him. Also, my grandfather's name is Jean, but my dad tells me that was just an excuse to name me after John.
Are you on the cheerleading team?
No. What an odd question.
Would you rather marry a musician or be one yourself?
I want to marry a boy who will play guitar and sing to me and write songs at night. Ohhh goodness gracious yes.
Have you ever punched a hole in the wall?
Most definitely not.
Who was the last person you rode in a car with?
My friend Allison this morning. Very unusual. I ride in cars so infrequently now that they surprise me with speed every time I get into one. Sad, I know.
Have you ever told someone you hated them?
I've said I hated people, but never to their face.
Are you in a good mood?
A pretty good one. A little down, but not too bad.
Can you roll your eyes?
Yes and how useful it is.
Do you love 8th & ocean?
Am I out of the loop for not having a clue what this question means?
Do you know the names of all the band members that you listen to?
I know the names of all the band members of the bands I listen most frequently.
At what age do you want to get married?
I need to get through college first. Then I will think of marriage, or the lack thereof, seeing as I have plans on joining the ranks of the cat ladies.
Do you dislike any part of you?
Of course. Lots of parts.
Do you have a nickname?
Uh huh. None self-imposed. Some people at school call me Jean Bean or Jeannie Beanie. Some people call me Jeannie. "Hey you" is a popular one.
What was the last thing to make you really angry?
I don't remember. I haven't been angry in quite some time.
Is it only boysboysboys on your mind?
Ha. Hardly. Who has time for that?
What famous musician would you like to have sex with?
Can it be alive or dead? John Lennon. Period. John Lennon. He's mine.
What do you think of cheerleaders?
These are some supa-random questions, yo.
Yeah, I just said that.
Favorite thing to do on Facebook?
Stalk.
Do you have work tomorrow?
I have build, just like every FUCKING day this spring break. I miss my spring break :( Not that I'm...bitter or anything.
Have you ever had your heart broken?
Uh huh. But only once.
Do you wear flip flops, regardless of weather, all the time?
I NEVER wear flip flops. A disgrace to my generation, I know.
If you could meet one celebrity, who would you want it to be?
Let me think about that one...
What is in store for your future?
God only knows. Let's stop it with all this future talk. The future is unforseen and scary.
Eaten a bug before?
Did you know that you swallow 5 bugs a year on average in your sleep?
When's the last time you cleaned your room?
Oh sweet Jesus I need to clean my room. It looks like a J Crew (Krista's side) and a thrift store (my side) exploded.
Last restaurant you ate at?
Cheesecake factory on Monday. For free. I love theater.
Have you ever been stung by a bee?
Yes, but really it was my fault. The bee was dead. Not even a good stinging story.
Are you taking anyone for granted?
I don't know. Most likely someone.
Do you have an iPod?
Yes.
What are you excited about?
Thoroughly Modern Millie is opening on April 11!!!! Kirstie and Amber are coming to see it and I'm SOOOOOO excited for that! Yay Keeshie and Amber yay!
When was your last time you saw your Dad?
About a month ago. That's so weird to think about.
Who is your favorite superhero?
Quailman. Duh.
When was the last time you went dancing while under the influence?
About a month ago. It occurs to me that that's the same answer I gave to the question about when I last saw my father. No, I did not get drunk with my father. Though I wouldn't put it past him.
Do you get annoyed easily?
Sometimes.
Have you ever seen a live bat?
At the zoo in that cave thing. And I saw a raccoon last night like two feet from me. Not a bat, but a life-changing moment nonetheless.
Name something you wouldn’t want to buy used?
Underwear? These questions, seriously.
Favorite characteristic in the opposite sex?
Eyes and smile.
Do you like winter?
It's alright, but I prefer spring times a bajillion.
Do you chew on straws?
Yes. Sometimes I try to chew them into perfect squares. Anyone? Anyone?
Who was the last person to call you?
Jessica.
What are any weird impulsive habits that you have?
I can't listen to the sound of sheets rubbing together. It makes me cringe and to counteract the effects, I have to rub my arms furiously like I'm rubbing the sound off them.
Where did your last kiss take place?
On a bench outside the dorm next to mine.
What are you doing today?
Buying a goldfish with my roomie (!) cuz we're rebels, then going to a dorm-warming party.
How did you wake up this morning?
I was lying on my cell phone and at 7:30, someone called me and it started to vibrate. Freaked the hell out of me.
Do you have a cell phone?
Yes. Hence I was lying on it.
Do you talk a lot?
I've recently discovered about myself that I don't like awkward silence. Which is unfortunate, because I'm the Queen of Awkward.
Do you have any trophies?
Uh huh. Some from kiddie softball, and one I stole from Mr. Roffina for the cross country team, and a medal from science olympiad... Yep.
Do you own any lacey underwear?
No.
Who's the last person that creeped you out?
This guy at a frat party who was a mouth-breathing, polyester-breathing, oily-haired freshman (I think) who I have dubbed "the creeper." Creative, yes.
How many letters are in your last name?
12.
Do you wish someone would call you?
Yes.
Would you believe an ex if she/he said they love you?
Not at all.
How do you walk?
I kinda shuffle.
Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
Yeah.
Have you ever broken your nose before?
No.
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Saturday, March 22nd, 2008
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"You're a granddaughter, you said?"
"Mhm."
"Whose?"
"Yours, Nonnie."
"Mine? From?"
"Marie. She lives in LA."
"You're my granddaughter?"
"Yep."
[pause]
"I'm glad."
The most heartbreaking thing anyone has ever said to me. I don't want to end up like that.
If I'm ever diagnosed with Alzheimer's, I'm depending on you guys--just have a big party, get me really drunk, and push me off a cliff. Or take me to the mountains and let me sit down in the snow.
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Tuesday, December 4th, 2007
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| Subject: | Help help! |
| Time: | 4:24 pm. |
| Music: | The Sound of Silence -- really. The deafening silence of the library.. |
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Okay, my darling friends. I have a request. I'm not creative, and so I need help. Ready? Okay. At school, there's a tradition called Secret Snowflake. Not your nice, sweet, gift-giving Snowflake, mind you, but something a little more cruel (and a lot more fun).
Everyday for Dead Week (this week) I have to assign my Secret Snowflake-ee something really embarrassing to do during dinner. Some of the examples of years' past are: Give anyone who says the word "finals" during dinner a lap dance, drink a gallon of milk in 5 minutes, suck on the nipple of anyone you see shirtless for the entirety of the night... you get the picture.
So now I need five embarrassing things for my for Snowflake-ee to do. Any suggestions??
I miss you people like whoa. I can't wait for Christmas break.
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Friday, September 21st, 2007
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I just got back from swing dancing, played a round of pool, and listened to an imprompteau sax-piano duet from two guys in my dorm, then retreated to a dorm room to watch 300 and discuss philosophy. Thoroughly college, if I do say so myself. I think I like it. Things are getting better all the time.
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My car is leaking stuff. Is this a bad sign? Probably. Do I have time to fix it? Don't be sillly.
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Cry for me. I got demoted. Christine-from-Work calls it a "Change of tasks," but I know the truth. They took me off the phones and now I'll never get to flirt with another British man again. They're all just jealous I got flowers. Mhm, that's it. It definitely has nothing to do with my more than relative incompetance. Now, I'm assigned to e-mails and I spend literally ALL of my time sitting at the computer. So guess what! I finished my e-mails early and the angry people seem not to be sending much today, so I'm a-gonna do a survey! Yes, I'm that bored. I stole it from Kirstie. Yes, I'm that uncreative. And I got a demotion!
1. How tall are you barefoot?
5'4". One day, I aspire to be tall.
2. Have you ever smoked heroin?
Ha.
3. Do you own a gun?
My grandpa bought me a rifle for Christmas when I was seven. But my dad flipped out and threw it away. However, for twelve minutes or so in 1996, I had a gun.
4. Do you play with the ads on the side of the screen?
Only the "Help Grandma Cross the Street" one. Cuz it's funny when she gets hit by semis.
5. Do you get nervous before "meeting the parents"?
Well, I only did it once, and they were hippies, and who can be afraid of hippies?
6. What do you think of hot dogs?
I'm po' and the hot dogs at IKEA only cost 50 cents. It's INCREDIBLE. Although, seriously, there's no moment in time when I've felt more pathetic than when my coworkers asked me where I went for lunch and I said, "IKEA. You know, the furniture store."
7. What's your favorite Christmas song?
The one that had "Faaaall on your knees" in the middle. I don't know what it's called, but I like it.
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
Water, methinks.
9. Can you do push ups?
I think I did one. Once. Maybe.
10. Is your bathroom clean?
Yes! And color-coordinated!
11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry?
My green leather bracelet thing with the silver stuff. Descriptive, I know. And I claim to be a writer-type.
12. Do you like pain killers?
The only pain killer I was ever on was when I got stitches in my arm, and that was a local anesthesia, but it was a fun ride home when I could poke my forearm and it felt like jelly.
13. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?
Yeah, I really need to get me one of those.
14. Do you own a knife?
I own a...butter knife. Lots of butter knives.
15. Do you have A.D.H.D?
There are pretty fish on Rachel Duran's desk. They just go around and around and...
16. Middle Name?
Marie
17. Favorite number?
Ooh! a call! I got a call! I hope he's British! I'll come back to this when I'm done.
18. What's your normal bed time?
He was British! Excitement!
19. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink:
Diet Coke, water, aaaand...I really need to get some variety in my beverages.
20. What time did you wake up today?
7:30. But it was worth it because I got cherry and chocolate crepes for breakfast.
21. Name one person that comes to mind right now?
Rachel Duran's daughter. I don't know who she is, but there's a giant picture whose eyes follow me.
22. Current worry?
College. College college college.
23. Current hate?
THIS CUBICLE!
24. Favorite place to be?
Lemme think on that...
25. Least favorite place to be?
Any place that's not my bed any time before 9:00.
26. Is there anyone that you haven't seen in awhile that you want to catch up with?
I haven't seen some of the CSSSA people in a long time, and that saddens me. Good thing Andie's coming to town! And then next week is alumni day. Though I'm not sure if that'll make me happier or sadder. Also, I've always wanted to see what happened to Artin T. -- the first love of my life (ah, first grade summer lovin').
27. Do you own slippers?
Mhm. They're leopard print.
28. What shirt are you wearing?
My blue meanies shirt. Yes, it's ugly, but it's the Beatles, humor me.
29. How many people have ever truly ever broken your heart?
I think so. I mean, just one, but it was bad news bears. One's definitely enough for now.
30. Favorite color(s)?
Green and blue, I think. Though purple's pretty too.
31. Would you be a pirate?
Corsets and Johnny Depp and swashbuckling and boats? Oh come now. Is that even a QUESTION?!
32. Last time you had an alcoholic drink?
My father gave me chianti last time I was at his house. But it was gross and I promptly gave it back.
33. What songs do you sing in the shower?
I sing musicals a lot. And Beatles songs. "I Will" is my showering superstar favorite at the moment. So is "I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts." God damn snappy songs.
34. What did you fear was going to get you in the night as a child?
Vampires and werewolves. But I had a plan. I covered my face with my hair so that if a werevolf looked in my window he'd be like, "Oh crap, this chick's ALREADY a werewolf, my work here is done." And if a vampire looked in my window, he'd be like "Holy Moses! A werewolf!"
35. What's in your pockets right now?
Ha! Trick question! I have no pockets!
36. Is anyone on your mind right now?
Kate, cuz I'm silently laughing at her for being in line for the Harry Potter book already.
37. Do you think you get enough exercise?
Enough exercise?! I'm so lazy I wheel my chair down the aisle when I go to the water cooler.
38. Worst injury you've ever had?
The Raking Hoe Incident. It resulted in the answer to the pain killer question.
39. If you could cheat on your spouse, would you?
I say no, and I hope I'm a good enough person that I'd stick to that in the heat of the moment, cuz it seems that cheating is the most destructive force in a relationship.
40. Who is your loudest friend?
I guess it depends on where and when. I agree with Kirstie. All of us are loudmouths sometimes.
41. Who is your most silent friend?
Emma Zevin has an itty bitty voice.
42. Do you have a crush on someone?
Well, gosh, doesn't everyone?
43. Does someone have a crush on you?
I repeat: well, gosh, doesn't everyone?
44. Do you wish on shooting stars?
Of course! It's the only thing that separates us from the animals.
45. What is your favorite book?
Usually to book I've just finished.
46. What is your favorite candy?
I used to love Milk Duds before I discovered they were disgusting. Oh, and gummy bears are kind of like crack to me.
47. What song do/did you want played at your wedding?
Well, now thanks to the previous question, the only song in the world I can think of is "The Candy Man Can". But that would be creepy.
48. What song do you want played at your funeral?
There's a song, I don't know what it's called, but believe me, it's a good song. That one. Ooh, and Daydream Believer would be acidicly ironic.
49. What is one of your favorite quotes?
I'll probably edit this later and add one.
50. What were you doing 12 AM last night?
Doing Stanford summer reading, AKA Bad Poetry 101.
This journal entry officially took me all day. Good way to waste a workday. At 15 bucks an hour, too. Good show, people.
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I wrote a story today! My first one in months. Well, at least the first one I've finished. It happened in a bit of a frenzy this afternoon, which is just the way I like stories...just kind of spilling straight from mind to page so fast that when you read them over again you kind of think to yourself, "Did I write that? Did I really?" Writing makes everything so much clearer, and I've rediscovered the glory of fiction at last. I was proud. Thought I'd share.
Finally I'm doing something productive with my disgusting amount of free time.
Well, that exertion has exhausted me. Sleepy time.
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Well...
It's been quite a while since I've been on livejournal, thanks to the life-sucking drug that is Facebook, but the senior celebration tonight really scared me straight. I just know that for the first months of college, livejournal will be my lifeline and my free therapist, so I'd better get back into the habit now.
You know, life is funny. I realize the whole "life is a roller coaster" analogy is woefully overused, but at the moment I completely understand why. It's like, there are days, weeks, months, of complete and total comfort, even boredom, and then, suddenly, everything that was comfortable starts to shift and every painful decision you've been putting off starts pushing in and finally everything converges on one pivotal moment. I'm sure in retrospect it won't seem quite so dramatic as that, but that's how it feels now, in the thick of it. It's like everything I so successfully avoided thinking about for so long has finally pushed its way to the forefront and refuses to budge. I put that pin in the map and suddenly everything was so terrifyingly real. Final, you know? There's no changing it anymore, not now that the pennant's in the foamboard. I'm going to Stanford and I don't know what I'll find there. And of course, thanks to my silly little mind, that started an overwhelming chain reaction of realizations about just how much everything is about to change. I'm standing at the end of a relationship and a school career, poised to throw myself into the future like everyone else, but I'm just not ready to jump yet. College and schoolwork and romance and becoming a grown-up, beginnings and ends are all coming together and I find myself wishing I could go back to last year when all these things were just abstractions.
Ah, how livejournal encourages the stream-of-conciousness rant...Forgive me.
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Wednesday, January 24th, 2007
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I know this is my first post in months, but I got tagged. And you can't ignore a tag, now can you?
THE RULES: Each player of this game starts with 6 weird things about you. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says, "You are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.
1. I hate the sound sheets make when you rub them together. Not flannel, but linen. Eghgh. It makes me cringe.
2. I have a cigar box of secrets sitting in my room. It's got other things in it, but mostly it's a box full of pieces of paper with secrets written on them. Some of them are big and some of them are small. Some of them are about me and some of them aren't. Some of them would ruin lives and some aren't even important enough to be secrets anymore. I know it sounds strange, but it's theraputic, you should try it sometime.
3. I hate mirrors. I see myself one way in my head and they remind me what I look really like.
4. The first guy I liked, I liked him because he had a universal remote programmed into his watch. I met him at this boy, Tom's, house, and Tom was picking on me, and the guy used his universal remote to convince Tom that his TV was possessed. It was love.
5. When I walk down the sidewalk, I always try to pattern my footsteps so that they are evenly spaced and guaranteed NEVER step on a crack.
6. The six freckles going down the left side of my torso form a perfect line. Yeah, it was number 6, I was running out of interesting material.
I tag... Jeannette and Andie and...GOD, who hasn't been tagged? Just in case: Jessica, Isabella, and Claire. And you know what, Austin? Just for tagging me, you get a REPEAT! TAG!
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Sunday, December 17th, 2006
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| Time: | 5:00 pm. |
| Mood: |  gra. | | Music: | We Are Scientists. |
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Noooooooooooooooo fair. Deferrals suck. I'm still stewing and feeling vindictive. Hopefully this'll pass soon and I'll be able to get on with my life. Until then, homework and college essays are very pointedly NOT being done.
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Friday, December 8th, 2006
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SURPRISE! Jeannie can no longer concentrate. Although she feels unbearably stressed, pushed absolutely to the breaking point, she can't bring herself to care. I'm missing deadlines and putting off papers (more than I usually do, which I thought was physically impossible)and I'm a far cry away from being a second semester senior. I have yet to get into college. Thus, this is not yet acceptable.
Plus, I'm rather conflicted on college itself. If there's one thing this whole CSSSA thing (I know, I know, I should have stopped talking about it by now) taught me, it was that, once you've left people it's never quite the same. We'll never be all in the same place at the same time again, complaining about homework or playing car tag or having heated debates with Billy on the senior patio. Instead, it'll be three-day visits on holidays and long weekends, and I'm only counting down the days til I lose everyone. Because this time it's not just summer. It's forever, and I don't know if I can keep in touch forever.
I still can't wrap my mind around that. I mean, god. Forever. People aren't supposed to leave forever. Tell me if I'm wrong, but it seems to me... Goodbye's just not in our natural vocabulary.
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Friday, November 17th, 2006
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Jeannie's...a tad confuzzled.
Buuuuut what else is new? Life is confuzzling. My profound comment for the day.
In other news, I want to have a super power. Wouldn't that be cool? But you know what the dumbest super power is? X-ray vision. Who on earth would want x-ray vision? You just see through people. Not through their clothes. Through THEM. It seems irrational.
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Thursday, November 16th, 2006
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I'm just so tired. I hate college already. Even the idea of applications makes me exhausted and I've suddenly got this strange automatic aversion to all things academic. SENIORITIS IS KILLING ME.
I always feel like crying because school makes me feel stupid and college apps just remind me that I'm riding on my supposed "intelligence" to get into a good school and succeed in LIFE. And what if I can't live up to all that? What if, when it comes right down to it, I'm just not good enough? Yes, my entire future has been concentrated into the first two months of senior year and I just want to go to sleep until summer.
And what makes it worse is it seems like everyone else is handling it so much more gracefully than I am and...AH!
Had to get that out. Now, by my schedule, I have ten minutes for the fetal position before dinner and then back to physics homework.
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Monday, August 28th, 2006
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Okay, so I've been back from CalArts for going on a month now, and all I've been doing is huddling in my room moping or going on random trips to get my mind off things, and it's only today that I got up and thought to myself, "Jean, it's time to talk about it." So that is what I'm going to do. I think. Maybe.
It was amazing. I went to nerd camp and fell in love in so many ways. It was everything you would hope for in college -- stargazing and midnight dormmate talks and Rocky Horror singalongs with wonderful freaks who know all the words, just like you, and grunted early morning bathroom conversations and that one boy who looks at you like no one has ever quite looked at you before and teachers that challenge what you thought you knew and what kind of writer, what kind of person you want to be. I mean, I went to a place where everybody was just like me, and everybody wanted to be there because it meant that they were focusing on exactly what they loved most in the world, be it writing or singing or animating or anything. Whatever they were there for, it was their passion. I loved the people, I loved the place, I loved the experience. There's more than I could possibly say, and more than you probably want to hear.
You know what sucks? Leaving people. I mean, I loved the friends I made at CSSSA, but I only got a month with them. Then it was over and I can never get that experience back. It doesn't seem fair. And it only gets worse from here. Next year, I'm leaving my best friends to go to a college where I most likely won't know a soul. Then, college will end far too soon and I'll be thrown into a life I'm not quite ready for, all alone. My god. It's terrifying. I'll miss you guys like hell.
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Saturday, August 5th, 2006
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The two most painful things in the world: falling in love and climbing back out.
I need a hug.
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Thursday, July 20th, 2006
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Hi, you guys! I am here. Here is InnerSpark. We are writing ALL the frickin' time and I, strangely enough, am having a wonderful time. Even though I miss you all terribly.
At the moment, I'm supposed to be writing a monologue for my dramatic lit class, but, as you can see, that is not happening. I'm also supposed to be swimming with my friends, but that involves movement, and thus, as you can see, that is not happening either. So, because I am in a procrastination mood and LiveJournal is the best place to go when in such a mood, I decided maybe to go to update. As you can see, that is happening.
It's the end of the second week, which means that I'm almost at the halfway point, and it's been some good times. What's great is that, here, everyone is a freak like me. Everyone. All the writers are shy, all the filmsters are geeks, put that together and you have me pinned exactly. I mean, you just sit on the grass and wait to meet new and interesting people, which you inevitably do about every six seconds. Example: last Saturday, there was a dance, which, you will all be glad to hear, I attended. However, because I am the person you think I am, I was too intimidated to actually go in on the first try. Instead, my equally socially autistic friend Emma and I took one look inside and decided that a nice sit on the grass was far more inviting than the smog machines and writhing bodies that beckoned from the dance floor. So we went outside and sat down, and of course, within moments we were surrounded by people. But the best part was that, as we were all sitting in our hippie circle having a deep conversation about nothing in particular, this dude walked by absolutely drowning in glowsticks. I mean, they were EVERYWHERE. It wasn't like they were handing glowsticks out at the dance or antyhing. He had actually gone out and bought like 500 of them and now they were draped from every appendage he had (let's not be dirty, darlings, there was, of course, one appendage not adorned with a glowstick). So we yelled out at him from across the lawn: "Hi, glowstick man!!!" and he turned around and did this really impassioned belly dance for us, and we cheered and he came and sat down with us. It turns out he's gay, his name's Logan, and he lives in a town halfway between nothing and nowhere, a "town" with one stop sign and a population of -- get this -- 30. He cross-country skiis to school in the winter. Only at art school, my friends. Only at art school.
Sometimes, though, I really wish I were home. It's odd to leave a group of people who know you so well and have to make new friends for a month. It's wierd to be completely alone with no one who knows who you are inside and out, knows your stupid phrases, knows your moods. This is amazingly fun, but sometimes I really miss my friends.
Okay, this entry suddenly got extra long and that means that procrastination time is over, but I get home August 5th.
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Dorm room is 401A. Now you all have no excuse.
No time to write, class is consuming my life. But I love you all.
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I have a love-hate affair with my mind. Most of the time we get along beautifully. It helps me with my homework, keeps me company, and is usually nice to have around. But once in a while the little bastard gets bored and decides to play cruel little games with my self esteem. Perhaps I should explain. I'm leaving in four days for this InnerSpark writing thingie and, of course, dear little Jean brain has chosen this moment to realize that it is not all it's cracked up to be. I was reading the Student Handbook and all of a sudden it hit me. I'm going to be spending a month with 150 teenagers who are extraordinarily talented in their field, be it dancing or drawing or singing or whatever, they're amazing at what they do. And they are going to leave me in the dust. Quickly beginning to hyperventilate, I pondered the possibility that perhaps they didn't accept me into this program for my writing skills. Maybe they read my application and laughed until their sides ached at how deplorable the submissions were and decided, "well, she may not be talented, but she's so bad it's funny. Heck, let's give her a go. At least she'll be entertaining." I started to panic. My God. I'm the comic relief. I'm the endearing little fool everyone else gets to chuckle at. I'm Pumba!
Needless to say, by that point, I was infuriated with my brain. Am I the only one this happens to?
So that's all for that.
The rest of life has been beautifully uneventful. I have, during the past few days, become utterly enamored of the TV show Lost. Before Claire introduced it to me on Monday, I had never even had so much as a passing interest in what seemed to be a silly series with a mindless cult following. Oh God, how very wrong I was. Or perhaps I was right, but nonetheless, I have joined the cult. I blame Sawyer, the sinisterly charming southern bad boy in a sexy leather jacket and acid washed jeans who I absolutely love to hate. The more I despise him, the more fascinating he becomes.
In other news, AP scores are in. I can join the 5 for 5 club! Thank God it's all over!
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First day of cross country! It feels really good to be running again. Wait, scratch that. It feels awful to run. However, it feels really good after you've finished and your legs are sore with the good kind of sore and you know you look like crap but you don't really care and you're feeling kind of lightheaded and bouncy and you can look back at that ungodly St. Francis hill and say to yourself: "I did that. I beat that." But, I have to say, hands down the best part is the people, the conversations. I mean, think about it. You're there, stuck with one or two or three people for the better part of an hour, with nothing to do while you run together but swap stories and listen to the sound of your feet on the asphalt. Ah, cross country. Not even RoRo could ruin it.
And we're always open to new members. Wink wink.
Rereading my first paragraph, it dawns on me that cross country really is a cult. You get sucked in and you can't escape. It's..."an offer you can't refuse" (not to wax Godfather-y or anything). And it's not because of the running. Anyone who knows me knows that my body is not a running body - it's a sitting-in-movie-seats body. But still I do it, I have to. No, it's not the running. It's the people. Oh, I love that cult.
In other news, I've fallen immediately in love with summer. Friends, novels, and free time were made to go together. What could be better?
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stressed.
What's that, Scooby?.
my heart hurts.
energetic.