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I left a party. [24 Jan 2009|03:04am]
[ mood | peaceful ]

Because tonight, there's so much beauty, I almost cried.

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Dear Abby, [23 Apr 2008|04:17am]
I miss the days of Pocky.
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My cousins are adorable [05 Apr 2008|07:55am]
[ mood | amused ]

My older cousin, Anne, was talking to my younger cousin, Ava. This only reassures me that little kids are the greatest.

Anne: "Ava, I remember when you were born and you held your head up and looked right at Grandma and I."

Ava: "Was I really pretty, pretty? What was I wearing?"

Anne: "You were a beautiful baby. Babies are born naked."


Ava: "Are you sure?"

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In correction of a previous post: [29 Feb 2008|01:25am]
[ mood | artistic ]

My major: Art Education
My ambitions: Not [art education].

I'm notchanging it.

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So I took a personality test... [28 Feb 2008|09:13pm]
[ mood | amused ]

And this is what it said:

The Portait of the Champion (ENFP)

The Champion Idealists are abstract in thought and speech, cooperative in accomplishing their aims, and informative and expressive when relating with others. For Champions, nothing occurs which does not have some deep ethical significance, and this, coupled with their uncanny sense of the motivations of others, gives them a talent for seeing life as an exciting drama, pregnant with possibilities for both good and evil. This type is found in only about 3 percent of the general population, but they have great influence because of their extraordinary impact on others. Champions are inclined to go everywhere and look into everything that has to do with the advance of good and the retreat of evil in the world. They can't bear to miss out on what is going on around them; they must experience, first hand, all the significant social events that affect our lives. And then they are eager to relate the stories they've uncovered, hoping to disclose the "truth" of people and issues, and to advocate causes. This strong drive to unveil current events can make them tireless in conversing with others, like fountains that bubble and splash, spilling over their own words to get it all out.

Champions consider intense emotional experiences as being vital to a full life, although they can never quite shake the feeling that a part of themselves is split off, uninvolved in the experience. Thus, while they strive for emotional congruency, they often see themselves in some danger of losing touch with their real feelings, which Champions possess in a wide range and variety. In the same vein, Champions strive toward a kind of spontaneous personal authenticity, and this intention always to "be themselves" is usually communicated nonverbally to others, who find it quite attractive. All too often, however, Champions fall short in their efforts to be authentic, and they tend to heap coals of fire on themselves, berating themselves for the slightest self-conscious role-playing.

And this too:

General: ENFPs are both "idea"-people and "people"-people, who see everyone and everything as part of an often bizarre cosmic whole. They want to both help (at least, their own definition of "help") and be liked and admired by other people, on bo th an individual and a humanitarian level. They are interested in new ideas on principle, but ultimately discard most of them for one reason or another.

Social/Personal Relationships: ENFPs have a great deal of zany charm, which can ingratiate them to the more stodgy types in spite of their unconventionality. They are outgoing, fun, and genuinely like people. As SOs/mates they are warm, affectionate (l ots of PDA), and disconcertingly spontaneous. However, attention span in relationships can be short; ENFPs are easily intrigued and distracted by new friends and acquaintances, forgetting about the older ones for long stretches at a time. Less mature ENFPs may need to feel they are the center of attention all the time, to reassure them that everyone thinks they're a wonderful and fascinating person.

ENFPs often have strong, if unconvential, convictions on various issues related to their Cosmic View. They usually try to use their social skills and contacts to persuade people gently of the rightness of these views; his sometimes results in their negle cting their nearest and dearest while flitting around trying to save the world.
Work Environment: ENFPs are pleasant, easygoing, and usually fun to work with. They come up with great ideas, and are a major asset in brainstorming sessions. Followthrough tends to be a problem, however; they tend to get bored quickly, especially if a newer, more interesting project comes along. They also tend to be procrastinators, both about meeting hard deadlines and about performing any small, uninteresting tasks that they've been assigned. ENFPs are at their most useful when working in a group w ith a J or two to take up the slack.

ENFPs hate bureaucracy, both in principle and in practice; they will always make a point of launching one of their crusades against some aspect of it.

What do you guys think?

So that was long... if you want to take it, here's the link:

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I found this today and thought it was hilarious: [08 Feb 2008|01:37am]
[ mood | amused ]

"Heaven is where the police are British, the chefs Italian, the mechanics German, the lovers French, and it is all organized by the Swiss. Hell is where the police are German, the chefs British, the mechanics French, the lovers Swiss, and it is all organized by the Italians."
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[16 Jan 2008|11:31pm]
My major: Art Education
My ambitions: Not [art education].

I'm not changing it.
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[05 Jan 2008|11:37pm]
I want the world to see me,
But my home is under tables, behind couches, in the middle of a hallowed tree.
Moving out is for the weak;
Gunshots from outside are too simplistic of an end.
In here it's you and me.
But when we get lonely, where do we go?
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I love this song. And now I'm home. [22 Dec 2007|02:34pm]
[ mood | calm ]

Feeling alright, heading out tonight,
maybe out to a dark driveway.
I say now some feel bored,
and some are looking for more.
Well, we all just decide to stay.
We got nothing to do,
and I look at you
I see something that I know and love.
and with the crack of a smile we all stay a while
we know from home there ain't nothing above.

Well in the end we can all call a friend
well that's something I know as true.
And then a thousand years and a thousand tears
I'll come finding my original crew

I feel home,
when I see the faces that remember my own
I feel home,
when I'm chilling outside with the people I know.
I feel home,
and that's just what I feel.
Home to me is reality,
and all I need something real
Home to me is reality,
and all I need something real

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Fucking for Virginity? [21 Dec 2007|04:27am]
[ mood | anxious ]

I'm a crazy person. No, really.

And I think it's crazy that none of us really post blogs anymore. Not like we used to. Now it's either you post, or you read. Not many of us do both. Me-- I'm a reader. I comment occasionally.

But really. I was reading over some of my old entries in my xanga journal and let me tell you. I was a kickass blogger back in the day. What happened?

I'll tell you what happened: growing up. Peter Pan would be so disappointed. Friends have come and gone, boyfriends, schools, houses, blah blah blah. So much. And frankly, it's rather shitty that I haven't followed the advice of my very own LJ icon. It's time to wake up. Not to the future, not to being an adult, but to being me. When I used to write in here all the time, people commented. I felt as though there were people in my life who understood most of what was going on (especially in the complicated thoughts that scrambled about my brain). Now it's so different.

And I love how I haven't even said anything that's going on in my life yet. Maybe I should hold that for later... see if I actually come back. This is my sneak preview of a rant about both myself and others.

There's a dog that doesn't belong to me downstairs right now. He's black.

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But Here I Am... [15 Sep 2007|09:32pm]
[ mood | morose ]

I want my car. I want my stereo.
I want the open highway.
I want to cry.
And end up at the beach... with my feet in the sand and God in the stars.

I need a date with Heaven.

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Religion and Relationships [15 Sep 2007|09:20pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

I'd swim across lake Michigan
I'd sell my shoes
I'd give my body to be back again
In the rest of the room

To be alone with you
To be alone with you
To be alone with you
To be alone with you

You gave your body to the lonely
They took your clothes
You gave up a wife and a family
You gave your goals

To be alone with me
To be alone with me
To be alone with me
You went up on a tree

To be alone with me you went up on the tree

I'll never know the man who loved me
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Oh my God. [14 Sep 2007|03:48pm]
----Email Message-----
Sent: Sunday, September 09, 2007 9:12 PM
Subject: RE: Blueberries in spanish secret

The last time I heard his voice he asked me how to spell dresser drawer. The next day I found out he had killed himself with a gun he got out of a dresser drawer. He wrote his suicide letter on the phone while talking to me.
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Aaron Joseph. [12 Sep 2007|03:08am]
[ mood | indescribable ]

I cannot believe I just caught him video chatting when he has 15 pages to read and a paper at least 2 pages long to write for tomorrow--or today, rather, seeing as it's flipping 3 o'clock in the morning.


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A calming tune... [16 Aug 2007|01:49am]
[ mood | calm ]

I really do love Irish music.
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[06 Aug 2007|01:43am]
[ mood | grateful ]

 The moon is beautiful tonight.
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Gargantuan. [19 Jul 2007|11:19pm]
[ mood | apathetic ]

Everything is so large... everything in life cannot be defined in words, or even in feelings, or understood fully in the least. It's a constant struggle to keep afloat in my thoughts and attempting to figure out the world, even my own life.

I suppose that's all for now. I'm not really in an LJ mood, although it seems like I should be, but alas, here I am, wordless, nothing to say, anyway.
I hope everyone is doing splendidly.
God bless!

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Revelations [14 Jul 2007|10:31am]
[ mood | bouncy ]

Music reminds me of Him.
Beautiful days remind me of Him.
Sorrow reminds me of Him.
Love reminds me of Him.
He is love.
I want to be in love.
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What a bummer. [09 Jul 2007|05:57pm]
[ mood | geeky ]

95 people who said that they were coming to my grad party on facebook didn't. They weren't maybes. They were yeses. And only about ten to fifteen of them told me why or said that they were sorry for missing it.

Thanks to all of you who talked to me about it and came.

PS) I have your Trivial Pursuit, Chad. =)

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This song makes me incredibly happy. [06 Jul 2007|11:29am]
[ mood | optimistic ]

A gaping wound tells the story of it all
A man lost only to find
What was left of his mind?
With no hope of a scar at all

You say go slow
But something's right behind me
I can run away for only so long
It will not stop
I will come down
Oh no

Let me find my way
I'll take you to the edge
Go across that window
And I'll carry you there

Oh when nothing goes right
Oh when days don't come tonight
Oh when all I see is the error of my own enemy
A man alone and cut and torn for it
His whole life friend after friend
They're all a flash in the pan
With no hope of rejoice at all

You say, go slow.
But something's right behind me.
I can runaway, for only so long.
It will not stop,
I will come down.
Oh no.

Let me find my way (Don't be scared of what you might be saying).
I'll take you to the edge (Throw away those empty fears).
Go across that window (Throw away those).
And I'll carry you there.

Oh, and nothing goes right.
Oh, and days don't come tonight. (Throw away those empty fears)
Go across that window (throw away those), and I'll carry you.....
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