Since I've been in University a number of changes have occurred. Among changing majors to English lit, and going through a drastic diet... the way I view certain guys and how I act around them has changed as well. For one, I've become more outgoing for the most part. The exception to this is M.. He's your average joe... the boy next door... sweet... intellegnt.... cute (in a boyish sort of way)... and really understanding. He's so different to me. He grew up in a small town off to the North of Amsterdam and he's really uncultured for the most part.... When I say uncultured I don't mean he doesn't have good manners, because apart from not opening doors or pulling out chairs he's great... he just was never thaught about art or poetry, dance, etc. For a person such as me (my parents are literally walking encyclopedias on culture) it's different, refreshing. I love taking him to a museum and explaining forms of art to him, and giving him background information relating to the history beind it and such. For example... he doesn't understand Chris Rock doing stand up, but he's willing to learn so that he does. His thirst for knowledge is addictive, and as I help him with his cultural roundness, he helps me feel more Dutch.
The clencher though is that I'm head over heels for him, and he doesn't seem to be picking it up. I've dropped more hints than usual, and I've tried to get him to do something... but he hasn't. According to A. and L.... Old friends of mine... he's oblivious to almost everything, and he's perhaps not matured to that point. But to tell the truth, his innocence attracks me for the most part. He'd be so different without it. Any help out there would be quite welcome. I'm too shy to approach him directly, and being a girl and running around with only straight guys, I don't really feel comfortable telling them either.
So as you can see a little lost here. He's coming over today to make pancakes for dinner and then to play a boardgame... but sometimes I feel like I'm more of an appointment than something else.
Especially after J. ... J.'s at Notre Dame, and having the time of his life. He's got a girlfriend and I'm really happy for him, (Even if he was an asshole) but at times I can't help but feel jelous that he found someone new and I haven't. Though he might come here next year for a half year abroad. He wasn't my first love. But he definately holds a special place in me. M.'s so different than him, but I can see myself with him for a long period of time.
J'll always hold a close place to me, no matter what he did to me in the end, but like after P., it's time to move on.
Monday, February 16, 2004
Friday, April 11, 2003
J.
Hey all, I promised to let you know about J.. I've been with him for just over two months. Well, two and a half- almost three. You wanted me to tell you a little about him, so I am. J.'s a Canadian, that actually lives next door. I don't know if I told you about the idiot I dated just before december, but suffice to say I got rid of him and started dating his bestfiend. J. is really an amazing guy. He's in my school (failed IB history and IB chemisry) so he's redoing it. His best subject is Biology, so I help him with his history, and he helps me with my bio... well, for a while, until we get bored. ;)
He's also my best friend and my driver and my movie bud, and my positive reinforcement, and my jogging coach/partner. Like I said he's amazing. I fell for him really hard, and next year is gonna be really difficult. He wants to come and live with me in Amsterdam, but I'm not too sure. I'd love to have him, but at the same time I'm scared to. My parent's don't know we're going out. They just think we're study buds and really good friends. They know that I get along with guys more than girls (usually). If they were to find out about J., they'd also realise that their little girl isn't so innocent anymore, and I just couldn't do that to them.
Ironic if you really think about it. My parents think I'm gay. LOL. Well, atleast I think that they do. It's a little odd. Here I'm dating the guy of my dreams and my mom thinks I'm lusting over women. I sure laughed when I thought about that. Isn't life ironic. I thought about telling her about J. for that reason, but I don't know what she would be angry about more... a lesbian, or a non-virinal daughter. So, I decided to just let her be. Eventually she'll find out that I'm not gay and everything will go back to normal.
I'd e-mail you all a picture, but I have as yet to find a scanner. J.'s not the best looking guy, but he's lookable. I love his eyes. SO BLUE and mixed with his dark brown/black hair- irresistable to me. I could just admire him for hours. LOL
What else can I tell you about him? There's not much to say. He's very sports oriented. He's a baseballer and a total Blue Jays fan. He's gotten me hooked on the sport too, and I just love watching him play. I keep the score card while I watch. Don't get along with any of the other girlfriends. They're too airheaded for me. They come to be SEEN, not to watch. It's sad. The other guys on the team and I have such a great time. We go out and have so much fun. I can't drink here cause I'm under-age, but that doesn't stop them from buying it for me when we celebrate a win.
Next week there's actually Girlfrind Day. LOL. The guys are teaching us in the morning how to play baseball... I can't hit a ball for shit! And then they're taking us to see the Jays play. I can't wait! It's gonna be sooo much fun!
Well, It's 1am at the moment, and though I don't have school tomorrow I have to be in my chiropractor's office at 11:30am, and then J. and I are gonna go out to see Bend it Like Beckham. I've already seen it, but I want to show it to J.. He so needs to see what my family in Malaysia is like incase he comes with me this summer. Lol, will my grandma get a kick out of him. ;)
well, that's it from over here. If you have more questions ask and I'll post another entry.
Miss you all!
He's also my best friend and my driver and my movie bud, and my positive reinforcement, and my jogging coach/partner. Like I said he's amazing. I fell for him really hard, and next year is gonna be really difficult. He wants to come and live with me in Amsterdam, but I'm not too sure. I'd love to have him, but at the same time I'm scared to. My parent's don't know we're going out. They just think we're study buds and really good friends. They know that I get along with guys more than girls (usually). If they were to find out about J., they'd also realise that their little girl isn't so innocent anymore, and I just couldn't do that to them.
Ironic if you really think about it. My parents think I'm gay. LOL. Well, atleast I think that they do. It's a little odd. Here I'm dating the guy of my dreams and my mom thinks I'm lusting over women. I sure laughed when I thought about that. Isn't life ironic. I thought about telling her about J. for that reason, but I don't know what she would be angry about more... a lesbian, or a non-virinal daughter. So, I decided to just let her be. Eventually she'll find out that I'm not gay and everything will go back to normal.
I'd e-mail you all a picture, but I have as yet to find a scanner. J.'s not the best looking guy, but he's lookable. I love his eyes. SO BLUE and mixed with his dark brown/black hair- irresistable to me. I could just admire him for hours. LOL
What else can I tell you about him? There's not much to say. He's very sports oriented. He's a baseballer and a total Blue Jays fan. He's gotten me hooked on the sport too, and I just love watching him play. I keep the score card while I watch. Don't get along with any of the other girlfriends. They're too airheaded for me. They come to be SEEN, not to watch. It's sad. The other guys on the team and I have such a great time. We go out and have so much fun. I can't drink here cause I'm under-age, but that doesn't stop them from buying it for me when we celebrate a win.
Next week there's actually Girlfrind Day. LOL. The guys are teaching us in the morning how to play baseball... I can't hit a ball for shit! And then they're taking us to see the Jays play. I can't wait! It's gonna be sooo much fun!
Well, It's 1am at the moment, and though I don't have school tomorrow I have to be in my chiropractor's office at 11:30am, and then J. and I are gonna go out to see Bend it Like Beckham. I've already seen it, but I want to show it to J.. He so needs to see what my family in Malaysia is like incase he comes with me this summer. Lol, will my grandma get a kick out of him. ;)
well, that's it from over here. If you have more questions ask and I'll post another entry.
Miss you all!
Wednesday, February 26, 2003
life, love, and time
If time would be counted in how many times you enjoy your life, life would be very short. Learning to laugh and smile and breathe in the air around you is a true miracle of this world. Noticing how the leaves on a tree sway with the gentle humming of the breeze. How a lake in all its purity and wonder calls out and dances with the falling rays of the sun. How the fallen particles of dirt run down the worn paths that cover the outskirts of lake.
It you stand long enough in such a silent spot and really listen to the voices of nature you'll find their humming to be mesmerizing and hypnotic. Like you can't get enough, like you're drowning in it's dying sorrow. Softly and tender it tells of times past and long gone by, times of joy and times of affliction, times when minutes stood still as the heart found its way.
In those soft soporific seconds when the clouds vanish from your thoughts and for once in your life you see your path ahead, in those times of complete illumination is when you see your destiny. The destiny that has been prewriten in the sand of times, that calls you by name and knows all about you down to the smallest and darkest secret. To that call in which we answer we shall no longer question or doubt, we shall not be weary or canny. We shall embrace it and hold to our soul that which is real and can be understood, that which says no lies and tells only truth.
That is what we call our soulmate.
The other part of our immortal being that wanders the earth like you, lost and alone, scared and unsure. Looking at every corner for the slightest chance of discovery of self and truth.
To have such a dialogue is to receive the greatest gift possibly given to man. A moment of true and perfect happiness, a moment when there is an internal peace inside of you. Tranquil as the leaves that sway on the tree with the wind, like the lake calls out and dances with the falling rays of the sun, like the fallen particles of dirt than run down worn paths, like that the soul will sing. In unity and perfect harmony, stretching to meet its mate, its lost comrade, its other half.
That moment is called love. Love that sings one verse and rhymes one tune.
There are times in the lapse of time when souls are separated and lost, lost in the warps of time and space, lost by hundreds of human years. In such times the entities must seek alternative measures, measures that guide a fallen soul to its rightful partner.
excerpt from All that Heaven Allows by Isabelle
It you stand long enough in such a silent spot and really listen to the voices of nature you'll find their humming to be mesmerizing and hypnotic. Like you can't get enough, like you're drowning in it's dying sorrow. Softly and tender it tells of times past and long gone by, times of joy and times of affliction, times when minutes stood still as the heart found its way.
In those soft soporific seconds when the clouds vanish from your thoughts and for once in your life you see your path ahead, in those times of complete illumination is when you see your destiny. The destiny that has been prewriten in the sand of times, that calls you by name and knows all about you down to the smallest and darkest secret. To that call in which we answer we shall no longer question or doubt, we shall not be weary or canny. We shall embrace it and hold to our soul that which is real and can be understood, that which says no lies and tells only truth.
That is what we call our soulmate.
The other part of our immortal being that wanders the earth like you, lost and alone, scared and unsure. Looking at every corner for the slightest chance of discovery of self and truth.
To have such a dialogue is to receive the greatest gift possibly given to man. A moment of true and perfect happiness, a moment when there is an internal peace inside of you. Tranquil as the leaves that sway on the tree with the wind, like the lake calls out and dances with the falling rays of the sun, like the fallen particles of dirt than run down worn paths, like that the soul will sing. In unity and perfect harmony, stretching to meet its mate, its lost comrade, its other half.
That moment is called love. Love that sings one verse and rhymes one tune.
There are times in the lapse of time when souls are separated and lost, lost in the warps of time and space, lost by hundreds of human years. In such times the entities must seek alternative measures, measures that guide a fallen soul to its rightful partner.
excerpt from All that Heaven Allows by Isabelle
Friday, January 17, 2003
x-files vs. Buffy The Vampire Slayer
I've been shocking people for weeks now. I can now say that I am no longer addicted to the x-files! Yeah, I know... WOW! It's amazing.
Yes I still collect, but it doesn't run my life as it once did. I've seen every episode...I think.... I own almost all of them anyway. LOL. Now that the show is over I need something else... different, so S., one of my friends here has introduced me to Buffy the vampire slayer. Now, I know what some people think... OMG, how could she ever like something so... YUK! But, actually, buffy has so much more than the x-files ever had, and it's sooooooooo funny. At the moment the episdoes are so good that I sit at the edge of my chair and I get so surprised and taken up by it.
I guess I'm addicted to something again.
You know you're addicted, when you read and write fanfiction, and watch it on tv every time it's on, and you write small commentareies on the characters... LOL
Actually, my next episode is going to contain a commentary about buffy the vampire slayer. I know. You don't have to read it, but it kinda just occured to me the other day. LOL. WHile I was in Biology none the less.
If you've never seen Buffy you'll probably understand little of my rantings, but if you want an explanation just let me know and I'll type something up. LOL
Well, that's it for now... now on the commentary...
Yes I still collect, but it doesn't run my life as it once did. I've seen every episode...I think.... I own almost all of them anyway. LOL. Now that the show is over I need something else... different, so S., one of my friends here has introduced me to Buffy the vampire slayer. Now, I know what some people think... OMG, how could she ever like something so... YUK! But, actually, buffy has so much more than the x-files ever had, and it's sooooooooo funny. At the moment the episdoes are so good that I sit at the edge of my chair and I get so surprised and taken up by it.
I guess I'm addicted to something again.
You know you're addicted, when you read and write fanfiction, and watch it on tv every time it's on, and you write small commentareies on the characters... LOL
Actually, my next episode is going to contain a commentary about buffy the vampire slayer. I know. You don't have to read it, but it kinda just occured to me the other day. LOL. WHile I was in Biology none the less.
If you've never seen Buffy you'll probably understand little of my rantings, but if you want an explanation just let me know and I'll type something up. LOL
Well, that's it for now... now on the commentary...
Tuesday, January 07, 2003
Getting Hooked
S.'s gotten me hooked on Buffy The Vampire Slayer. The first few seasons were bad, I was actually one of those people who watched the first season when it came out and couldn't stand Angel and Cordy, so I stopped watching. Now I've been watcing it again. It's sooooo much better now, and it has been for a while. It playing catch-up now!
And what I've been liking the most is the Spike/Buffy romance. So, you can imagine what I felt like when Buffy said that it was over because it was killing her... Killing her my ass! She's just scared about the relationship and what others think, for no freaking reason.
She thinks she's too goos for him because she's human and the slayer, but as a female, and a human, I can honestly say that it's the opposite. He's too good for her! and she needs to get her head out of her ass and see that!
Here is a man- A MAN, so what if he's a vampire, he's got male physiology and the same thoughts and emotions. Hell, besides that his heart NO LONGER beats, he is just as foolish as any man in love. Spike is so much like William (His soul) in that way. Besides for the fact that Spike is more reassured and cocky (Probably became that way because of Dru [his sire and mate], atleast she did something right) he's the same as William carring his heart on his sleave.
She doesn't even realise all that he's given up for her. So what if he changed due to the chip in his head, but do they really think that a small piece of technology would change him personality-wize? It's about as changeing as Kartman's swearing chip (southpark movie). The chip inhibits his ablility to feed on humans, hurt them. Yes, he bacame softer. Hell, if your life was built on violence and that was taken away from you you'd be a sass too.
However, no one (except Dawn) cares to look at how he's changed. After the Initiative (a military section that works against evil things) he began helping them: Patroling, research, babysitting even! When Buffy died he was there for Dawn, protecting her and being there for her as much as he could. When Willoe got mixed up in Magiks (Black Magic) and took Dawn with her to see Rack (her supplier) Spike was up and helping Buffy.
However, lets turn it around. Just as soon as Spike needs to be given more credit, he's got a lot to learn too. First of all, the tying Buffy up and saying that he'll let Dru feed on he if she didn't tell him that she loved him- Wrong approach! Maybe he's been undead too long to realise that that's not going to get his love to requite his feelings.
Also, when he realised that the chip didn't go off when he hit Buffy... He beat her up?! What's he thinking? Standing there and telling her that she came back wrong is not the best thing for an insecure little girl. She is afterall a girl compared to him. Buffy's what, 20 years old? Spike's 150 or more..... She should be a child compared to him. Perhaps that's why she can't commit. Spike was with Dru for over a century, commiting himself and breaking down when he found her with the caos demon.
Emptionally he's just prepared for the long haul, whereas she isn't. She loves him though. He needs to be patient, and not to give up.
Buffy needs to learn that people can change. Spike needs to be gentle and wait. He's scared of that though. Noth that he's not willing, but as a Slayer of Slayers, he knows that they are disposable, living only a couple years. He just wants as much time with her as possible, which in my mind is not only understandable, but perhaps the most romantic part of their relationship.
And what I've been liking the most is the Spike/Buffy romance. So, you can imagine what I felt like when Buffy said that it was over because it was killing her... Killing her my ass! She's just scared about the relationship and what others think, for no freaking reason.
She thinks she's too goos for him because she's human and the slayer, but as a female, and a human, I can honestly say that it's the opposite. He's too good for her! and she needs to get her head out of her ass and see that!
Here is a man- A MAN, so what if he's a vampire, he's got male physiology and the same thoughts and emotions. Hell, besides that his heart NO LONGER beats, he is just as foolish as any man in love. Spike is so much like William (His soul) in that way. Besides for the fact that Spike is more reassured and cocky (Probably became that way because of Dru [his sire and mate], atleast she did something right) he's the same as William carring his heart on his sleave.
She doesn't even realise all that he's given up for her. So what if he changed due to the chip in his head, but do they really think that a small piece of technology would change him personality-wize? It's about as changeing as Kartman's swearing chip (southpark movie). The chip inhibits his ablility to feed on humans, hurt them. Yes, he bacame softer. Hell, if your life was built on violence and that was taken away from you you'd be a sass too.
However, no one (except Dawn) cares to look at how he's changed. After the Initiative (a military section that works against evil things) he began helping them: Patroling, research, babysitting even! When Buffy died he was there for Dawn, protecting her and being there for her as much as he could. When Willoe got mixed up in Magiks (Black Magic) and took Dawn with her to see Rack (her supplier) Spike was up and helping Buffy.
However, lets turn it around. Just as soon as Spike needs to be given more credit, he's got a lot to learn too. First of all, the tying Buffy up and saying that he'll let Dru feed on he if she didn't tell him that she loved him- Wrong approach! Maybe he's been undead too long to realise that that's not going to get his love to requite his feelings.
Also, when he realised that the chip didn't go off when he hit Buffy... He beat her up?! What's he thinking? Standing there and telling her that she came back wrong is not the best thing for an insecure little girl. She is afterall a girl compared to him. Buffy's what, 20 years old? Spike's 150 or more..... She should be a child compared to him. Perhaps that's why she can't commit. Spike was with Dru for over a century, commiting himself and breaking down when he found her with the caos demon.
Emptionally he's just prepared for the long haul, whereas she isn't. She loves him though. He needs to be patient, and not to give up.
Buffy needs to learn that people can change. Spike needs to be gentle and wait. He's scared of that though. Noth that he's not willing, but as a Slayer of Slayers, he knows that they are disposable, living only a couple years. He just wants as much time with her as possible, which in my mind is not only understandable, but perhaps the most romantic part of their relationship.
Saturday, January 04, 2003
White
I'm dreaming of a white christmas... just like the ones I used to know... where the tree tops glisten and children listen... to hear sleighbells in the snow....
Well, It was a white christmas, and a white new year, and it's still white, and as beautiful as ever. I there's about ten maybe 15 centimeters of snow, and when I look out the window I think... wow! It's beautiful!
Danielle, a friend from Chicago is coming to visit next week friday for 4 days. Then Eric Belmont will be here for days the begining of febuary! I haven't seen him since... 10th grade when he came to visit. Eric, Jan B. and I were best friends in 9th grade at AAS. It feels like yesterday when the two of us were sitting around worring about Jan and what he'd been doing to himself.
He's in for a surprise when he sees that Jan has changed. LOL! I can't wait to see his reaction!
I wonder what Mom will think of him. It's been a while and she doesn't remember what he looks like. Hell, I barely remember what he looked like in tenth grade, much less imagine what he's like now!
lol... life's good for now!
ttyl
Well, It was a white christmas, and a white new year, and it's still white, and as beautiful as ever. I there's about ten maybe 15 centimeters of snow, and when I look out the window I think... wow! It's beautiful!
Danielle, a friend from Chicago is coming to visit next week friday for 4 days. Then Eric Belmont will be here for days the begining of febuary! I haven't seen him since... 10th grade when he came to visit. Eric, Jan B. and I were best friends in 9th grade at AAS. It feels like yesterday when the two of us were sitting around worring about Jan and what he'd been doing to himself.
He's in for a surprise when he sees that Jan has changed. LOL! I can't wait to see his reaction!
I wonder what Mom will think of him. It's been a while and she doesn't remember what he looks like. Hell, I barely remember what he looked like in tenth grade, much less imagine what he's like now!
lol... life's good for now!
ttyl
Friday, December 06, 2002
The Game
No, I'm not talking about the movie, but rather the book by Teresa Toten.
IT's a great book, it's for young adults... Her daughter and I go to school together. Sasha (Her daughter) is in the 11th grade here in Toronto, and is a great friend. She's addicted to sports though, which means that the only thing we can talk about in that area is Soccer!
LOL!
The book is about a girl who wakes up in an institution and has to put her life and memories back together after 2 episodes of alcohol poisoning, which got her admitted in the first placce. Not to mention the amount of physical abuse she had to go through as a minor from her father. It's harsh, but good. Her friends: Scratch (Allison) and another guy, who I can't remember the name team up and get through it together. It's very uplifting, and enspiring... I recomend it to everyone!
IT's a great book, it's for young adults... Her daughter and I go to school together. Sasha (Her daughter) is in the 11th grade here in Toronto, and is a great friend. She's addicted to sports though, which means that the only thing we can talk about in that area is Soccer!
LOL!
The book is about a girl who wakes up in an institution and has to put her life and memories back together after 2 episodes of alcohol poisoning, which got her admitted in the first placce. Not to mention the amount of physical abuse she had to go through as a minor from her father. It's harsh, but good. Her friends: Scratch (Allison) and another guy, who I can't remember the name team up and get through it together. It's very uplifting, and enspiring... I recomend it to everyone!
Monday, October 21, 2002
Canadians in WWII
Of all the days in my life and all the people that I have met briefly today and a certain man will stand out in my memory forever. Today, being the tentieth of October, and the man being a vetran of the Canadian forces sent to Europe to fight the Nazi's in the second world war.
Today I followed my father on one of the many buisness trips he has across Ontario to a small place called Petersborough... I think that's how I spell it. Petersborough is just one of the locations of a Legions club around Canada. In this club is where my father would be handing out medals to those who fought in the Netherlands for our freedom.
Unlike the French, we Dutch KNOW that we didn't free ourselves, and unlike the rest of Europe we are clear on who did. The Canadian armed forces were the main force behind our campaign for freedom in 1943-45.
For those that did not get a chance to read my IA, I researched the dedication of the Dutch to liberating our little country, but it wasn't until today that I, like most ignorant Dutch people born after the war, realised that our struggle was no match for what the allied forces endured.
The Man I wrote about in the begining of this entry, I am sad to say I have no name for. Like my hatred for my ignorance in some cases I also have a hatred for my short memory. The Ex-Soldier was a member of something called a highlanders bregade (They're the ones that play the bagpipes). Because of the vast amount of medals he had on both breasts I walked up to him and asked him to explain his medals to me. The first was a star and was in comemeration of fighting in Europe in the years of 1940-46. The second was for liberating Europe within those same years, but it was the third medal, in the shape of a circle that really blew me away. It was for inlisting into the Military services to help during the war. Here's the thing I never knew: Canada's Military forces was made completely out of volunteers!
Now, I sit here and imagine the movies I have seen, Saving Private Ryan, A Bridge too Far, All Quiet on the Front, and I think about how without these people I would be a GERMAN! Instead of speaking Dutch, a language that I am proud of, I would be speaking deutsch. Not that there's anything wrong with the language, but I'm dutch.
Anyway, the fact that these men fought and died for us without having to makes me not only love the Canadian people more, but also give me hope that there are good people out there afterall. In the paper we see nothing but hate. Heck, the winner of the World Press Photo, is a photo of a child who died of malnutrician and his burial. We see so much hatred in the world it is no wonder that we enjoy watching movies with bloodshed, because there is always a sense of hope lodged into them.
I don't think that we actually think about what goes on during war, the mental problems and the suffering people go through during a time of despiration. In war it just doubles. In history books we read the statistics and we see the pictures, but how many of us can even accurately imagine the emotions. Do you think you can feel what a young undertrained soldier who's hungry and cold is feeling. I don't pretend to be able to. I have never been in that situation. I have never had to be in a situation (thankfully) where I'm so scared that anything that passes me laster than a turtle causes me to wet my pants.
For years I have mearly been thankful for the Canadians for liberating us, as you coud ask alecia, but now, due to this one unknown soldier, I must be thankful to every individual Canadian during this time, for his aid in freeing my nation, and for returning the environment to that of peace where generations after them can live without fear.
Today I followed my father on one of the many buisness trips he has across Ontario to a small place called Petersborough... I think that's how I spell it. Petersborough is just one of the locations of a Legions club around Canada. In this club is where my father would be handing out medals to those who fought in the Netherlands for our freedom.
Unlike the French, we Dutch KNOW that we didn't free ourselves, and unlike the rest of Europe we are clear on who did. The Canadian armed forces were the main force behind our campaign for freedom in 1943-45.
For those that did not get a chance to read my IA, I researched the dedication of the Dutch to liberating our little country, but it wasn't until today that I, like most ignorant Dutch people born after the war, realised that our struggle was no match for what the allied forces endured.
The Man I wrote about in the begining of this entry, I am sad to say I have no name for. Like my hatred for my ignorance in some cases I also have a hatred for my short memory. The Ex-Soldier was a member of something called a highlanders bregade (They're the ones that play the bagpipes). Because of the vast amount of medals he had on both breasts I walked up to him and asked him to explain his medals to me. The first was a star and was in comemeration of fighting in Europe in the years of 1940-46. The second was for liberating Europe within those same years, but it was the third medal, in the shape of a circle that really blew me away. It was for inlisting into the Military services to help during the war. Here's the thing I never knew: Canada's Military forces was made completely out of volunteers!
Now, I sit here and imagine the movies I have seen, Saving Private Ryan, A Bridge too Far, All Quiet on the Front, and I think about how without these people I would be a GERMAN! Instead of speaking Dutch, a language that I am proud of, I would be speaking deutsch. Not that there's anything wrong with the language, but I'm dutch.
Anyway, the fact that these men fought and died for us without having to makes me not only love the Canadian people more, but also give me hope that there are good people out there afterall. In the paper we see nothing but hate. Heck, the winner of the World Press Photo, is a photo of a child who died of malnutrician and his burial. We see so much hatred in the world it is no wonder that we enjoy watching movies with bloodshed, because there is always a sense of hope lodged into them.
I don't think that we actually think about what goes on during war, the mental problems and the suffering people go through during a time of despiration. In war it just doubles. In history books we read the statistics and we see the pictures, but how many of us can even accurately imagine the emotions. Do you think you can feel what a young undertrained soldier who's hungry and cold is feeling. I don't pretend to be able to. I have never been in that situation. I have never had to be in a situation (thankfully) where I'm so scared that anything that passes me laster than a turtle causes me to wet my pants.
For years I have mearly been thankful for the Canadians for liberating us, as you coud ask alecia, but now, due to this one unknown soldier, I must be thankful to every individual Canadian during this time, for his aid in freeing my nation, and for returning the environment to that of peace where generations after them can live without fear.
Monday, July 01, 2002
Packing and Leaving
The packers are here, and my room is almost done. It's sad to see everything leave. We'll be staying at the Marriott Grand for 10 nights... It's a nice hotel, but I already miss my room, and no matter what you do to a hotel room (when you don't actually live in one, so Michelle, you don't count) it'll still be almost sterile. It's not that there are white walls, it's rather that there is such an impersonal feeling to the room.
I know what you're going to say. You're thinking: Maggi, who gives a shit?!
But, I guess I'm just sad to be leaving moscow. For four years I have roughed it out here, having to take blow by blow from all the inconsiderate people I know, and now that my room is almost packed I feel like Moscow has become the impersonal place that I first arrived in, rather than the colourful and inviting place that it had formed in my heart.
An idiot babbling, that's what I am. I'm the one who will be remembered for her constant ranting of culture and universal understanding in TOK. I'll be remembered as the person who loved X-files and couldn't keep her trap shut about it, and I'll be remembered as the only Dutch girl who was really truely dutch. However, I won't be remembered for me.
How many people actually remember people for who they really were, rather than what they symoblised or thought, or said? Again there's the impersonal issue. It's sad, depressing, and downright disturbing.
I'm just tired of all the bullshit, but guess what... It doesn't get any better from here. People will forever be lying, and talking about people behind their backs. They have no other lives. I guess that's why they say that the youth is wasted on the young, because when we grow up we just becaome all bullshitted (?).
It's sad....
It reminds me of Dr. Peggs's speech at graduation when he said: "It's life perverse?"
I know what you're going to say. You're thinking: Maggi, who gives a shit?!
But, I guess I'm just sad to be leaving moscow. For four years I have roughed it out here, having to take blow by blow from all the inconsiderate people I know, and now that my room is almost packed I feel like Moscow has become the impersonal place that I first arrived in, rather than the colourful and inviting place that it had formed in my heart.
An idiot babbling, that's what I am. I'm the one who will be remembered for her constant ranting of culture and universal understanding in TOK. I'll be remembered as the person who loved X-files and couldn't keep her trap shut about it, and I'll be remembered as the only Dutch girl who was really truely dutch. However, I won't be remembered for me.
How many people actually remember people for who they really were, rather than what they symoblised or thought, or said? Again there's the impersonal issue. It's sad, depressing, and downright disturbing.
I'm just tired of all the bullshit, but guess what... It doesn't get any better from here. People will forever be lying, and talking about people behind their backs. They have no other lives. I guess that's why they say that the youth is wasted on the young, because when we grow up we just becaome all bullshitted (?).
It's sad....
It reminds me of Dr. Peggs's speech at graduation when he said: "It's life perverse?"
Wednesday, May 15, 2002
Desperado
Do you know, I shed I tear when I listen to this song...
Desperado... Why don't you come to your senses... You've been out riding fences for so long now... Oh you're a hard one... I know that you've got your reasons... These things that are pleasing you will hurt you somehow
don't you draw the quewen of diamonds, boy... she'll beat you if she's able... you know the queen of hearts is always your best bet... Now it seems to me some fine things have been laid apon your table... but you only want the ones that you can't get
Desperado... Oh, you aint getting any younger... the pain and the hunger, they're driving you home... And freedom, oh freedom, well that's just some people talking... Your prison is walking through this world all alone
Don't you think it cold in the wintertime... the sky wants snow and the sun wants shine... it's hard to tell the nighttime from the day... you're loosing all your highs and lows ain't it funny how the feeling goes away
Desperado... why don't you come to your senses come down from your fences... open the gate... it may be raining, but there's a rainbow abover you... you better let somebody love you... let somebody love you... before it's too late.
Eagles (Hell freezes over)
Desperado... Why don't you come to your senses... You've been out riding fences for so long now... Oh you're a hard one... I know that you've got your reasons... These things that are pleasing you will hurt you somehow
don't you draw the quewen of diamonds, boy... she'll beat you if she's able... you know the queen of hearts is always your best bet... Now it seems to me some fine things have been laid apon your table... but you only want the ones that you can't get
Desperado... Oh, you aint getting any younger... the pain and the hunger, they're driving you home... And freedom, oh freedom, well that's just some people talking... Your prison is walking through this world all alone
Don't you think it cold in the wintertime... the sky wants snow and the sun wants shine... it's hard to tell the nighttime from the day... you're loosing all your highs and lows ain't it funny how the feeling goes away
Desperado... why don't you come to your senses come down from your fences... open the gate... it may be raining, but there's a rainbow abover you... you better let somebody love you... let somebody love you... before it's too late.
Eagles (Hell freezes over)
Monday, May 13, 2002
A Beautiful Mind: Ramblings of Genius
Now, I know that a lot of people thought that it was a bad movie, but in my opinion it's one of the best I have seen. The very idea that you are led by dilusions and that they feed into your psychosis scares me.
When I was in middle school, a fiend and I used to play around pretending that we had imaginary friends. We would scare the hell out of people in class saying: "No! Don't sit there! You'll sit on Marvin!" They would move away looking weirdly at us, and we would laugh, or they would laugh with us and sit down, or they would just sit and ignore us, while we laughed. Any of these ways proved humorful. But watching "A Beautiful Mind" makes me feel... sad I guess. Not for John Nash, but for myself and my own immaturity.
As I grew older my idols have always been tended to the insane (With the exception of my grandmother). Einstein, Nash, and Darwin are just some of the geninouses that have changed the way that we think, interact, and understand. Einstein's theory or relativity took years after his death to be accepted, as was Darwin's theory of evolution (that we decended form monkies). They were thought of as not only insane, but they're minds full of nothingness and ludacracy. But how much does it take to be a genius? How much hatred, unaccepted fears, and desires must me face to overcome the barriers of society to be accepted? Apparently all the way.
John Nash was and is one of the most brilliant men alive today or has been in my opinion. His theory of Equalibrium has reshaped Economies all over the world not to mention allowed for break-throughs in the fields of biology, chemistry and Mathematics. But his price for his genius was schizophrenia.
They say that we cannot all possess everything, that there is some sort of balance. Either you're good in something and less good in something, or like the majority of us, there is some sort of balance. Nash ate slept, thought, and loved mathematics, and it was this driving force to prove himself to the world that caused him to become paraniod, over-achieving, and crazy. Up until the moment that he met his wife Alecia. She was his counter-balance. Her social and liveliness made up for his inability to preform socially infront of others, and it was with her love that he survived. Survived is perhaps the wrong word to use, but I have no other means of saying what I think he came out of.
The physical and metaphysical suffering he went through did nothing more than disturb him all the more, up to the point that his wife betryaed him and had a psychiatrist take her husband by force. Then it was not his mind that poisoned his mathematical rationalization. No, it was the medicine he was being fed. All his life all he wanted to do was Mathematics, but how do you do that when the processing side of your brain is being shutdown by medication, that is not only killing you mentally but also spiritually? Instead Nash decided to do it himself. Like a mathematics problem he solved the issue. He mearly stopped reacting to his mind's visions. New faces were questioned, and ones he knew weren't there were ignored.
But as I began, I asked how far will you have to go to be an accepted genius, and all the way is correct. Nash eventually got the Nobel Prize in 1997. If that isn't overcoming barriers, then I don't know what is. Is there a difference between a genius and being smart? Definately. Smart people make leaps, and do things that change the world on a daily basis. Genius's only come once in a while. They create not only leaps, but those leaps come at prices. They are the men and women who dedicate themselves to proving their theories no matter what the cost: their reputation, their families, or event their mind.
As I mentioned earlier, we feed our dreems, as we feed a child. But as we feed that child so do we feed lust, love, and dilusions making one wonder what eveything is worth, how lucky we are, and if our appitites are too big, or too small.
Scully: You're the genius, Mulder, I'm just a smart person tagging along and trying to keep up.
Mulder: You're not smart, Scully, you're ingenius, you keep my genius mind from hitting what all the others did: insanity. You make me a whole person, and as you owe me nothing, I owe you the world and more. I'll be indebted to you for the rest of my days.
When I was in middle school, a fiend and I used to play around pretending that we had imaginary friends. We would scare the hell out of people in class saying: "No! Don't sit there! You'll sit on Marvin!" They would move away looking weirdly at us, and we would laugh, or they would laugh with us and sit down, or they would just sit and ignore us, while we laughed. Any of these ways proved humorful. But watching "A Beautiful Mind" makes me feel... sad I guess. Not for John Nash, but for myself and my own immaturity.
As I grew older my idols have always been tended to the insane (With the exception of my grandmother). Einstein, Nash, and Darwin are just some of the geninouses that have changed the way that we think, interact, and understand. Einstein's theory or relativity took years after his death to be accepted, as was Darwin's theory of evolution (that we decended form monkies). They were thought of as not only insane, but they're minds full of nothingness and ludacracy. But how much does it take to be a genius? How much hatred, unaccepted fears, and desires must me face to overcome the barriers of society to be accepted? Apparently all the way.
John Nash was and is one of the most brilliant men alive today or has been in my opinion. His theory of Equalibrium has reshaped Economies all over the world not to mention allowed for break-throughs in the fields of biology, chemistry and Mathematics. But his price for his genius was schizophrenia.
They say that we cannot all possess everything, that there is some sort of balance. Either you're good in something and less good in something, or like the majority of us, there is some sort of balance. Nash ate slept, thought, and loved mathematics, and it was this driving force to prove himself to the world that caused him to become paraniod, over-achieving, and crazy. Up until the moment that he met his wife Alecia. She was his counter-balance. Her social and liveliness made up for his inability to preform socially infront of others, and it was with her love that he survived. Survived is perhaps the wrong word to use, but I have no other means of saying what I think he came out of.
The physical and metaphysical suffering he went through did nothing more than disturb him all the more, up to the point that his wife betryaed him and had a psychiatrist take her husband by force. Then it was not his mind that poisoned his mathematical rationalization. No, it was the medicine he was being fed. All his life all he wanted to do was Mathematics, but how do you do that when the processing side of your brain is being shutdown by medication, that is not only killing you mentally but also spiritually? Instead Nash decided to do it himself. Like a mathematics problem he solved the issue. He mearly stopped reacting to his mind's visions. New faces were questioned, and ones he knew weren't there were ignored.
But as I began, I asked how far will you have to go to be an accepted genius, and all the way is correct. Nash eventually got the Nobel Prize in 1997. If that isn't overcoming barriers, then I don't know what is. Is there a difference between a genius and being smart? Definately. Smart people make leaps, and do things that change the world on a daily basis. Genius's only come once in a while. They create not only leaps, but those leaps come at prices. They are the men and women who dedicate themselves to proving their theories no matter what the cost: their reputation, their families, or event their mind.
As I mentioned earlier, we feed our dreems, as we feed a child. But as we feed that child so do we feed lust, love, and dilusions making one wonder what eveything is worth, how lucky we are, and if our appitites are too big, or too small.
Scully: You're the genius, Mulder, I'm just a smart person tagging along and trying to keep up.
Mulder: You're not smart, Scully, you're ingenius, you keep my genius mind from hitting what all the others did: insanity. You make me a whole person, and as you owe me nothing, I owe you the world and more. I'll be indebted to you for the rest of my days.
Thursday, May 02, 2002
Episode 3
Here goes... For episode 2 look at Michelle's entry. :D
So, I've lost almost all table manners. Because my breakfast usually consits of a cup of coffee from the staff room, and a bagel that my partner's wife sends for me each morning, there isn't really any table manners to keep up. I guess that's why during breakfast with Michelle (Chris already left, he had an appointment with a patient who will be kept annonymous for the moment) I spent my time cleaning my gun. My newest hobby ever since I joined the force.
After breakfast I decided to go to town. I offered to take Michelle along, but she said that now that she had that book I'd brought her, she might as well do something productive.
Productive my ass.. by the end of the day she had done nothing but lounge around... But you can get that from her.
Town was as usual.. there was little to do... I wonder where all the fishermen dudes are?! I head for Christine's house which looks like a smurf hut. The garden outside is covered in toys from the four children she somehow pumped out. Her husband, Nick, who's become the head of the shrimp industry here is standing on the doorstep trying to get the two oldest children out the door, while guessing the wind pattern. I check that my gun is safely nestled in its holder with the safethy on, and I greet all the kids.
I say bye to Nick and I go inside trying to find Christine, who is meanwhile busy changing the diper of her youngest: Alfred? Yes... Alfred!
Alf, as I call him is making all kinds of giggly noises as the two of us try and get him changed. Christine tells me of all the problems they've been having lately with the family and the Shrimp. Apparently Nick's Assistant June was in an automobile accident, when she was hit by a truck. She's uncontious. She's been in a coma for what seems like months.
For lunch we decide to head to the pub and grab some food. Alecia makes some of the best grilled-cheese sandwiches I've ever had, and as I result I scarf about 4! The Ale is good too. I ask Alecia to pack me a bunch of sauages and walk Christine back home. I pick up my car and head for Deborah's office. Daniel isn't there, so I walk on through. She's got an associate whom I have never met before and I get him out the door before he realises what hit him, and Deb and I alugh as we spend the rest of the afternoon chatting about what's going on in the big city, and how her sister's doing... Liz just happens to live in my building.
Chris called me at about three and asked me if I could pick him up. Apparently Ida (who's his secretary) asked if she could borrow the car to go and pick her boyfriend up. (He was coming in from the city this evening.)
Anyway, I left Deb's office and I walked down the street to Chris's office.
(Here's a little discribtion of Chris's place, Michelle and I will figure it out properly some other time)
The sterile walls are the first things that strike me. I don't understand why psychologists always have sterile walls. They make me uncomfortable. I guess that's because of all the times I've been in the hospital to begin with. I always seem to get shot... Ask Michelle. She's the one that constantly has to bail me out! Anyway... I was talking about the walls... There are a couple of chairs in the waitingroom. Ida's already left. Her stuff is gone and her work place in maticulously clean. Such a neat-nick! I wait until his last patient comes out... Daniel! Wow... I never expected that... or did I? We exchange a couple words, but he looks like he really wants to get away from me, so I let him leave.
I walk into Chris's office to find him on the phone... With Michelle.. who else? And I browse around the books he has on his wall. "Criminological Theories" by Acker... Good book.. I have one of those too. "Psychological atrocities." Another odd book that looks vaguely familiar... ANd then the one I gave him a couple years ago: "Russian Military Psychology." I miss that book. I read it twice before I forked it over to him.
When he's finally finished with the call I look up at him and Smile. He tells me that we're in charge of dinner, and I inform him that I already have sausages! Woopdiie dooo! A few moments later we lock the place up and we get out locking the door behind us.
That night after dinner we spent our time playing scrabble... I hate playing with Nerds like Chris and Michelle... I wonder when they even find time to memorise the dictionary! After loosing by what seems like 100 points. Then I head to bed, spent by another day.
So, I've lost almost all table manners. Because my breakfast usually consits of a cup of coffee from the staff room, and a bagel that my partner's wife sends for me each morning, there isn't really any table manners to keep up. I guess that's why during breakfast with Michelle (Chris already left, he had an appointment with a patient who will be kept annonymous for the moment) I spent my time cleaning my gun. My newest hobby ever since I joined the force.
After breakfast I decided to go to town. I offered to take Michelle along, but she said that now that she had that book I'd brought her, she might as well do something productive.
Productive my ass.. by the end of the day she had done nothing but lounge around... But you can get that from her.
Town was as usual.. there was little to do... I wonder where all the fishermen dudes are?! I head for Christine's house which looks like a smurf hut. The garden outside is covered in toys from the four children she somehow pumped out. Her husband, Nick, who's become the head of the shrimp industry here is standing on the doorstep trying to get the two oldest children out the door, while guessing the wind pattern. I check that my gun is safely nestled in its holder with the safethy on, and I greet all the kids.
I say bye to Nick and I go inside trying to find Christine, who is meanwhile busy changing the diper of her youngest: Alfred? Yes... Alfred!
Alf, as I call him is making all kinds of giggly noises as the two of us try and get him changed. Christine tells me of all the problems they've been having lately with the family and the Shrimp. Apparently Nick's Assistant June was in an automobile accident, when she was hit by a truck. She's uncontious. She's been in a coma for what seems like months.
For lunch we decide to head to the pub and grab some food. Alecia makes some of the best grilled-cheese sandwiches I've ever had, and as I result I scarf about 4! The Ale is good too. I ask Alecia to pack me a bunch of sauages and walk Christine back home. I pick up my car and head for Deborah's office. Daniel isn't there, so I walk on through. She's got an associate whom I have never met before and I get him out the door before he realises what hit him, and Deb and I alugh as we spend the rest of the afternoon chatting about what's going on in the big city, and how her sister's doing... Liz just happens to live in my building.
Chris called me at about three and asked me if I could pick him up. Apparently Ida (who's his secretary) asked if she could borrow the car to go and pick her boyfriend up. (He was coming in from the city this evening.)
Anyway, I left Deb's office and I walked down the street to Chris's office.
(Here's a little discribtion of Chris's place, Michelle and I will figure it out properly some other time)
The sterile walls are the first things that strike me. I don't understand why psychologists always have sterile walls. They make me uncomfortable. I guess that's because of all the times I've been in the hospital to begin with. I always seem to get shot... Ask Michelle. She's the one that constantly has to bail me out! Anyway... I was talking about the walls... There are a couple of chairs in the waitingroom. Ida's already left. Her stuff is gone and her work place in maticulously clean. Such a neat-nick! I wait until his last patient comes out... Daniel! Wow... I never expected that... or did I? We exchange a couple words, but he looks like he really wants to get away from me, so I let him leave.
I walk into Chris's office to find him on the phone... With Michelle.. who else? And I browse around the books he has on his wall. "Criminological Theories" by Acker... Good book.. I have one of those too. "Psychological atrocities." Another odd book that looks vaguely familiar... ANd then the one I gave him a couple years ago: "Russian Military Psychology." I miss that book. I read it twice before I forked it over to him.
When he's finally finished with the call I look up at him and Smile. He tells me that we're in charge of dinner, and I inform him that I already have sausages! Woopdiie dooo! A few moments later we lock the place up and we get out locking the door behind us.
That night after dinner we spent our time playing scrabble... I hate playing with Nerds like Chris and Michelle... I wonder when they even find time to memorise the dictionary! After loosing by what seems like 100 points. Then I head to bed, spent by another day.
Tuesday, April 30, 2002
my dream... a trip to Michelle's
Last night, I dreamt about Michelle's house and my life in that world:
I am a city girl. I always have been, and I always will be. I was born and bread in noise, and I will always need it to survive. That's why I live in the city.
I've gotten a vacation. A man, who vaguely looks like Mr. Bower (my sixth grade history teacher), finally gave me a long weekend to go and get out. I'm a cop. The uniform I'm in proves this. My last case must have been tough, because all I can think of is the cool breeze, the salty air, and sitting by the fireplace and talking to my bestfriend Michelle while petting the dog.
My appartment is small. Living by myself, I don't need anything big, and my work keeps me busy. All my things are at Michelle's which is where I consider home base. That's my home. The place where I feel welcome and recharged. My parents are in another country, and my brother, Jan, lives in a large house elsewhere.
Walking into my appartment, one notices the cultural aspects of it. I must have recently moved here, because there are still boxes all over the place. However knowing me, that's because I don't have the time or patience to unpack.
(I'll explain more about what my appartment looks like in another entry)
After having my dinner I get back into my car (uniform and all) and I start the long drive to the seaside. My taste in music hasn't changed. I can hear "Carrie-Ann" and "My kind of town Chicago is..." Playing on the Oldies radio station I have on.
The drive takes what seems like forever, but finally I reach the village where the majority of my friends live. I immediately drive to the pub, where I'm greeted by Caldon and Alecia (Who have married? :-/ ) and run it. Apparently my usual is a draft beer, but I go for something a little stronger. What I don't know, but it comes in a tall glass, and it's a double something.
After talking with Caldohn and Alecia for a little while Ashleigh comes in, Ida's right behind her. They're talking about the latest soap I think, and Ash and I chat for a few moments. Then realising the time I decide I should probably go. I'm really tired and a good home cooked dinner by Michelle and a warm bed sounds perfect.
Then Alecia tells me that Michelle's called and asked if I could bring some things with me. I take the shopping list and head to the various spots:
1. The supermarket, where I run into Christine. We talk in Dutch about how things have changed in town. And along the way we run into Fahina who's looking at condoms? I don't really remember. After buying the things on the list I run over to the next stop.
2. The library. Michelle's writing a book. It must have something to do with her travels over the years, because before I know it, I'm talking to Heather (who's the librarian) and checking out a book called "Moscow, Russia, and Eastern Europe." I have one more stop left.
3. The town hall. I leave a message for Deb saying that I'm in town for the weekend and would love to see her and her family sometime. Her secretary who oddly enough is Daniel smiles and places the letter in her inbox. The guy's so scared of me. I think it might be the uniform. Atleast he isn't running after me in my dream!!!!
I get into the car and drive the last few miles to Michelle's place. Chris's car is in the driveway, so I take it that he's having dinner with us. Nothing unnatural. I walk in (the door's never locked) and go to the kitchen to put away the food.
(If you want to know what the house looks like got to Michelle's diary aka missy_angel_eyes)
Then I find her and chris in the living room drinking what looks like wine. I hug them both and then excuse myself to go shower and change. (Why the hell I didn't shower and change in my own apartment I don't know?!)
I feel at peace when I'm in bed later that night, and it's with that peaceful feeling that I wake up.
Quotation:
Bud talking to Harriet on the phone:
Bud: "Harriet, with your parents? no, no, no I am working with Commander Rabb and
Major McKenzie, they need me, yes its true.... no I am not, Excuse me Major but
Harriet would like to speak with you."
Mac: "Harriet ? We are in the middle of an investigation... but I'm sure we could spare
Bud for half a day. You're welcome, Harriet. Bye."
Bud: "Major, did you just sell me out ?"
Mac: "I'm giving you the day off, Bud."
I am a city girl. I always have been, and I always will be. I was born and bread in noise, and I will always need it to survive. That's why I live in the city.
I've gotten a vacation. A man, who vaguely looks like Mr. Bower (my sixth grade history teacher), finally gave me a long weekend to go and get out. I'm a cop. The uniform I'm in proves this. My last case must have been tough, because all I can think of is the cool breeze, the salty air, and sitting by the fireplace and talking to my bestfriend Michelle while petting the dog.
My appartment is small. Living by myself, I don't need anything big, and my work keeps me busy. All my things are at Michelle's which is where I consider home base. That's my home. The place where I feel welcome and recharged. My parents are in another country, and my brother, Jan, lives in a large house elsewhere.
Walking into my appartment, one notices the cultural aspects of it. I must have recently moved here, because there are still boxes all over the place. However knowing me, that's because I don't have the time or patience to unpack.
(I'll explain more about what my appartment looks like in another entry)
After having my dinner I get back into my car (uniform and all) and I start the long drive to the seaside. My taste in music hasn't changed. I can hear "Carrie-Ann" and "My kind of town Chicago is..." Playing on the Oldies radio station I have on.
The drive takes what seems like forever, but finally I reach the village where the majority of my friends live. I immediately drive to the pub, where I'm greeted by Caldon and Alecia (Who have married? :-/ ) and run it. Apparently my usual is a draft beer, but I go for something a little stronger. What I don't know, but it comes in a tall glass, and it's a double something.
After talking with Caldohn and Alecia for a little while Ashleigh comes in, Ida's right behind her. They're talking about the latest soap I think, and Ash and I chat for a few moments. Then realising the time I decide I should probably go. I'm really tired and a good home cooked dinner by Michelle and a warm bed sounds perfect.
Then Alecia tells me that Michelle's called and asked if I could bring some things with me. I take the shopping list and head to the various spots:
1. The supermarket, where I run into Christine. We talk in Dutch about how things have changed in town. And along the way we run into Fahina who's looking at condoms? I don't really remember. After buying the things on the list I run over to the next stop.
2. The library. Michelle's writing a book. It must have something to do with her travels over the years, because before I know it, I'm talking to Heather (who's the librarian) and checking out a book called "Moscow, Russia, and Eastern Europe." I have one more stop left.
3. The town hall. I leave a message for Deb saying that I'm in town for the weekend and would love to see her and her family sometime. Her secretary who oddly enough is Daniel smiles and places the letter in her inbox. The guy's so scared of me. I think it might be the uniform. Atleast he isn't running after me in my dream!!!!
I get into the car and drive the last few miles to Michelle's place. Chris's car is in the driveway, so I take it that he's having dinner with us. Nothing unnatural. I walk in (the door's never locked) and go to the kitchen to put away the food.
(If you want to know what the house looks like got to Michelle's diary aka missy_angel_eyes)
Then I find her and chris in the living room drinking what looks like wine. I hug them both and then excuse myself to go shower and change. (Why the hell I didn't shower and change in my own apartment I don't know?!)
I feel at peace when I'm in bed later that night, and it's with that peaceful feeling that I wake up.
Quotation:
Bud talking to Harriet on the phone:
Bud: "Harriet, with your parents? no, no, no I am working with Commander Rabb and
Major McKenzie, they need me, yes its true.... no I am not, Excuse me Major but
Harriet would like to speak with you."
Mac: "Harriet ? We are in the middle of an investigation... but I'm sure we could spare
Bud for half a day. You're welcome, Harriet. Bye."
Bud: "Major, did you just sell me out ?"
Mac: "I'm giving you the day off, Bud."
Monday, April 29, 2002
hmmmm....
pensive....
What do I think of when I think?
Exams? no. I can't really be bothered at this point.
Parents? Maybe a little... I'm scared I'll dissapoint them.
Friends? Most definately. You guys take a lot of thinking power.
X-files? Do I need to tell you?
JAG? of coarse... Did you know my Danish channel isn't working, so I couldn't watch it yesterday. i pouted! and then went to work on my newest JAG fanfiction ;) In this one Mac's being stalked and Webb helps her out. major Angst.
Brother? No. I've given up on him
My ex? A little. I'm worried about seeing him. I wrote him a long letter telling him why I don't want anything with him and blocked him... I hope it doesn't backfire on me.
Magic? Yeah... I'm wondering how to beat Chris again.
Ash? Yeah... I'm devising a plan right now ;p
life? Just moving how it takes me. Not really thinking, just reacting.
What do I think of when I think?
Exams? no. I can't really be bothered at this point.
Parents? Maybe a little... I'm scared I'll dissapoint them.
Friends? Most definately. You guys take a lot of thinking power.
X-files? Do I need to tell you?
JAG? of coarse... Did you know my Danish channel isn't working, so I couldn't watch it yesterday. i pouted! and then went to work on my newest JAG fanfiction ;) In this one Mac's being stalked and Webb helps her out. major Angst.
Brother? No. I've given up on him
My ex? A little. I'm worried about seeing him. I wrote him a long letter telling him why I don't want anything with him and blocked him... I hope it doesn't backfire on me.
Magic? Yeah... I'm wondering how to beat Chris again.
Ash? Yeah... I'm devising a plan right now ;p
life? Just moving how it takes me. Not really thinking, just reacting.
Saturday, April 27, 2002
My Room in Michelle's House
hmmmm... I've been thinking of what my room whould look like. It would have to be a room I could feel some sort of connection to. So here's what it'll look like:
The outside of the door has a simple sign on it saying: "Mosquito's" neatly on a plack. Then when you open the door, the first thing that strikes you is that there is a large oak bed... queen size... with red and black pillows, and a black silk comforter on top. on both sides of the bed are oak side tables. One with 3 framed pictures: One of my family, one of my 11th grade friends, and one of my friends in Chicago, and on the other I have my gun, my wallet, my watch and my alarm clock, not to mention my autographed pictures of Tom Graidwood and Mitch Pileggi (both X-files actors).
Now, we're gonna move clockwize...
to the right of this is one of my two closets... This one has all my dresses and suits hanging. It's also made of oak... all the furnature is, and on it I have pictures of David Ducovney and Gillian Anderson nailed (aka Mulder and Scully). That's when we hit the second wall...
On this wall we find that there are 3 windows... looking out you can see the garden. I have my desk here, so that I can look out and work at the same time. I love to see the dog playing and trying to catch the butterfies that are there... I'm gonna try and get Michelle to plant some daisies and red roses right infront of my window. There's nothing else here on this wall. But on my desk I have a couple books, and 'the hand'. The hand was given to me by Nara, and it has flesh missing on the pinky of it. It's my prized sculpture. Also my very essence is located here: My computer.
If you turn to face the wall again, you'll see that thee wall is lined in book cases. To the left of the door is my book collection. (The door is located in the center of the wall) My personal collection is vast, extending from classics to mystery, to hisoty, to science fiction. Also there are about 60 binders on the bottom two shelves. The first set is JAG stories that I and others have written, and the second one is X-files stories that I and others have written. Next you have the door, on which is an almost life size picture of David James Elliot (sigh). Otherwise known as Harm! Then to the right of the door is another book cupboard. In it is my CD and Video collection. THe CDs are in the top 4 shelves and all the rest are filled with my videos which are alphabetized. The CD by group or singer and the videos, by title, with excpetion for X-files which is located once again on the bottom shelf and they're in order by episode.
This brings us to the last wall. There's a large light here which gives added light to the room. THen there is a small two seated sofa. To the right of the sofa, and cconnecting to the wall which has my bed on it, we have a large dressoir which has all my folded clothing and undergarments in it. On top is my TV, VCR and stereo.
Everywhere I have little bits and bobs... like matroshkas, lacquer boxes, fans, porcelain Dolls, and X-files and JAG pictures all over the place.
That's it.
TO me my life if I were living with Michelle, would be one still of somewhat isolation. SHe does her own thing and I do mine. Our paths crossing when we eat and when we are looking for company. Otherwise, I don't believe that it is a place I usually stay at... Wanting t be a cop, I'd live in a big City. Michelle's house is a place to get away from it all and recharge my batteries.
Well, babe, what do you think? If you don't like it I'll change it, but that's how I envision my room in your place.
The outside of the door has a simple sign on it saying: "Mosquito's" neatly on a plack. Then when you open the door, the first thing that strikes you is that there is a large oak bed... queen size... with red and black pillows, and a black silk comforter on top. on both sides of the bed are oak side tables. One with 3 framed pictures: One of my family, one of my 11th grade friends, and one of my friends in Chicago, and on the other I have my gun, my wallet, my watch and my alarm clock, not to mention my autographed pictures of Tom Graidwood and Mitch Pileggi (both X-files actors).
Now, we're gonna move clockwize...
to the right of this is one of my two closets... This one has all my dresses and suits hanging. It's also made of oak... all the furnature is, and on it I have pictures of David Ducovney and Gillian Anderson nailed (aka Mulder and Scully). That's when we hit the second wall...
On this wall we find that there are 3 windows... looking out you can see the garden. I have my desk here, so that I can look out and work at the same time. I love to see the dog playing and trying to catch the butterfies that are there... I'm gonna try and get Michelle to plant some daisies and red roses right infront of my window. There's nothing else here on this wall. But on my desk I have a couple books, and 'the hand'. The hand was given to me by Nara, and it has flesh missing on the pinky of it. It's my prized sculpture. Also my very essence is located here: My computer.
If you turn to face the wall again, you'll see that thee wall is lined in book cases. To the left of the door is my book collection. (The door is located in the center of the wall) My personal collection is vast, extending from classics to mystery, to hisoty, to science fiction. Also there are about 60 binders on the bottom two shelves. The first set is JAG stories that I and others have written, and the second one is X-files stories that I and others have written. Next you have the door, on which is an almost life size picture of David James Elliot (sigh). Otherwise known as Harm! Then to the right of the door is another book cupboard. In it is my CD and Video collection. THe CDs are in the top 4 shelves and all the rest are filled with my videos which are alphabetized. The CD by group or singer and the videos, by title, with excpetion for X-files which is located once again on the bottom shelf and they're in order by episode.
This brings us to the last wall. There's a large light here which gives added light to the room. THen there is a small two seated sofa. To the right of the sofa, and cconnecting to the wall which has my bed on it, we have a large dressoir which has all my folded clothing and undergarments in it. On top is my TV, VCR and stereo.
Everywhere I have little bits and bobs... like matroshkas, lacquer boxes, fans, porcelain Dolls, and X-files and JAG pictures all over the place.
That's it.
TO me my life if I were living with Michelle, would be one still of somewhat isolation. SHe does her own thing and I do mine. Our paths crossing when we eat and when we are looking for company. Otherwise, I don't believe that it is a place I usually stay at... Wanting t be a cop, I'd live in a big City. Michelle's house is a place to get away from it all and recharge my batteries.
Well, babe, what do you think? If you don't like it I'll change it, but that's how I envision my room in your place.
Friday, April 26, 2002
At School
Well, I've finished all the scanning for the literary magazine. I've started a new story- non x-files and Jag- and I've got a whopping 3 sentances:
Anna moved slowly: her feet gliding as she crept infront of the door. Dante was right behind her, his had firmly gripping [And this is where Michelle and Deborah's imagination went wild ;)] the gun. She felt strengthened by his presence.
Well, that's all there is for now... We'll see how it goes. As I have written above, I am at school... Why, I've opted to stay here all day I'll never know.
I finished reading Michelle's story yesterday, which was amazing. I really like the character's she's formed and the types of relationships she's created. There are so many Ideas that I could load onto your story, but I won't. It's your work.... But let me know when you're stuck again and I'll spit some out at you again. ;p
Hmm... What else is there to say? Oh, Brooke and I practiced this morning to sing at Graduation. For all those that don't know, We're singing 'There you'll be' by faith Hill. It's coming along very nicely. I got Mrs. Wolfsberger to come and listen to us, and she almost cried. I'm really glad I put my jelously aside and really got working with Brooke, because we sound awesome together. There is still a little fine tuning to be done, but it sounds amazing. Monday is our next rehersal.
As you have probably noticed there are 36 entries now, not including this one. The last 26 are a x-files story. Can you believe that there's a word limit on these entries... apparently somewhere between 6000 and 6500 characters. It's nuts... so I had to cut and paste a lot.. I hope that there is nothing missing.
well... that's it. I'm just waiting for you all to get out of math Class... I'm sooooooooooooooooo bored. It's driving me nuts. Karen and I have been talking, she's sitting right behind me. We've both done next to no work on studing... hehehehehehhe... I just find these exams so funny... funny in the sence that my whole life depends on them and I really don't give a &%$!@*$!.
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
now I feel better.
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I went down a mental slide there... hehehehehe... well, that's all for now,
Quotation:
LANGLY: So, check it out, Mulder, today I had breakfast with the guy who shot John F. Kennedy.
MULDER: Is that so?
LANGLY: Old dude now, but yeah. Says he was dressed as a cop on the grassy knoll.
BYERS: And, Mulder, listen to this. Vladmir Zhirinovsky, the leader of the Russian Social Democrats? He's being put into power by the most heinous and evil force of the 20th century.
MULDER: Barney?
BYERS: The C.I.A.
From E.b.E.
Anna moved slowly: her feet gliding as she crept infront of the door. Dante was right behind her, his had firmly gripping [And this is where Michelle and Deborah's imagination went wild ;)] the gun. She felt strengthened by his presence.
Well, that's all there is for now... We'll see how it goes. As I have written above, I am at school... Why, I've opted to stay here all day I'll never know.
I finished reading Michelle's story yesterday, which was amazing. I really like the character's she's formed and the types of relationships she's created. There are so many Ideas that I could load onto your story, but I won't. It's your work.... But let me know when you're stuck again and I'll spit some out at you again. ;p
Hmm... What else is there to say? Oh, Brooke and I practiced this morning to sing at Graduation. For all those that don't know, We're singing 'There you'll be' by faith Hill. It's coming along very nicely. I got Mrs. Wolfsberger to come and listen to us, and she almost cried. I'm really glad I put my jelously aside and really got working with Brooke, because we sound awesome together. There is still a little fine tuning to be done, but it sounds amazing. Monday is our next rehersal.
As you have probably noticed there are 36 entries now, not including this one. The last 26 are a x-files story. Can you believe that there's a word limit on these entries... apparently somewhere between 6000 and 6500 characters. It's nuts... so I had to cut and paste a lot.. I hope that there is nothing missing.
well... that's it. I'm just waiting for you all to get out of math Class... I'm sooooooooooooooooo bored. It's driving me nuts. Karen and I have been talking, she's sitting right behind me. We've both done next to no work on studing... hehehehehehhe... I just find these exams so funny... funny in the sence that my whole life depends on them and I really don't give a &%$!@*$!.
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
now I feel better.
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I went down a mental slide there... hehehehehe... well, that's all for now,
Quotation:
LANGLY: So, check it out, Mulder, today I had breakfast with the guy who shot John F. Kennedy.
MULDER: Is that so?
LANGLY: Old dude now, but yeah. Says he was dressed as a cop on the grassy knoll.
BYERS: And, Mulder, listen to this. Vladmir Zhirinovsky, the leader of the Russian Social Democrats? He's being put into power by the most heinous and evil force of the 20th century.
MULDER: Barney?
BYERS: The C.I.A.
From E.b.E.
Thursday, April 25, 2002
wow... it's almost over
I guess it's just hitting me today.... No more school. Well, no more classes. One more week and exams begin. in about a months time I'll have graduated. Then another week and I'll be in KL. Then another two weeks, and I'll be back, packing my room up and getting out of here. To tell you the truth it scares the shits out of me! I don't know anything else but school. How am I going to be able to function in adifferent medium? But more importantly, can I? Like I said, it scares me.
As for what I've done so far today... Well, it's 13:11. which means that everyone's probably getting ready for lunch. I've done a little chemistry, and I've worked on some of my fanfiction. One of my stories is coming along nicely, and I'll be ready to post it in a matter of days. Further, I did some more reading into Musolini. Checked my e-mail, sent a quick message to Vaughn, and I've seen The One... good movie by the way.... the action is amazing!
I still have to read Michelle's novel, then I want to do some work on french and biology, and I'll probably play the piano and work on some more fanfic writing. I'm completely lost on my x-files idea, but, as I mentioned earlier, my JAG story is coming a long nicely. Also I have my Sherlock Holmes and Mary Russell novel to work on, so that should keep me busy.
My dad left for Amsterdam this morning. He's got a speech to give tomorrow on culture in Russia, from what I hear, it's not what he really wants to do, and no one's really given any notion that they're intrested in hearing him speak, so he's kinda dissapointed by that.
Our Cook Tanya is coming in today to cook us dinner (Us being Jan and me) She feels bad that there aren't any adults around. My mom comes home tonight, along with my grandma, Aunt, and great aunt... they were in St. Petersburg for 3 days. The appartment's been kinda quiet without them.
The appartment's lonely, and I'm actually wishing I were at school with all you guys. Pathetic huh? Well, gotta run, more work and studing to do.
see ya tomorrow.
Quotation:
Mulder: hey, Scully, do you believe in the after-life?
Scully: I'd settle for a life in this one.
;) Iknow what she means!
As for what I've done so far today... Well, it's 13:11. which means that everyone's probably getting ready for lunch. I've done a little chemistry, and I've worked on some of my fanfiction. One of my stories is coming along nicely, and I'll be ready to post it in a matter of days. Further, I did some more reading into Musolini. Checked my e-mail, sent a quick message to Vaughn, and I've seen The One... good movie by the way.... the action is amazing!
I still have to read Michelle's novel, then I want to do some work on french and biology, and I'll probably play the piano and work on some more fanfic writing. I'm completely lost on my x-files idea, but, as I mentioned earlier, my JAG story is coming a long nicely. Also I have my Sherlock Holmes and Mary Russell novel to work on, so that should keep me busy.
My dad left for Amsterdam this morning. He's got a speech to give tomorrow on culture in Russia, from what I hear, it's not what he really wants to do, and no one's really given any notion that they're intrested in hearing him speak, so he's kinda dissapointed by that.
Our Cook Tanya is coming in today to cook us dinner (Us being Jan and me) She feels bad that there aren't any adults around. My mom comes home tonight, along with my grandma, Aunt, and great aunt... they were in St. Petersburg for 3 days. The appartment's been kinda quiet without them.
The appartment's lonely, and I'm actually wishing I were at school with all you guys. Pathetic huh? Well, gotta run, more work and studing to do.
see ya tomorrow.
Quotation:
Mulder: hey, Scully, do you believe in the after-life?
Scully: I'd settle for a life in this one.
;) Iknow what she means!
Monday, April 22, 2002
One Day Left
Can we say extatic?! I had my last chem class, my last math class, and my last bio class today!
Guess what, there actually is a light at the end of the tunnel.
Michelle, I'm addicted to the car racing game! Brroooom brooom, Screeeeetttcchh ;)
Heather, We read tomorrow? :( pleeeeeaaaaasssseeee :D
"Fank ooh berry mush" Said the fox. hehehehe!
zat's it! Just wanted to make sure everyone knew I only have 1 day left ! ;D
Quote:
I couldn't choose, so today there are two:
Mac: "If you have some evidence I should know about..." Harm: "You'll eventually get it, and then you can plea bargain."
Mac: "In your dreams Cmdr"
Harm: "Ohh, you don't want to be in my dreams, Major?" Mac: "Red light Commander!"
Harm: "Red light? There was nothing sexual in what I said, and if you think there was, then maybe I should be giving you the red light"
And then:
Harm "Where were you raised?"
Mac "Where friends don't sandbag friends."
Harm "Thats somewhere in Ohio, isn't it?" Mac "Haha. cute does not work with me Harm"
Harm "I wasn't being cute. I was being funny"
Mac "Yeah, like when you fired that HNK in court?"
Harm "Well, I thought it was pretty funny when you ducked under the table"
Mac "I'm a Marine, Harm. Marines don't duck"
Harm "Well, what do Marines do?"
Mac "They take cover, but they never duck"
They're both from the episode Heroes
adios for now
Guess what, there actually is a light at the end of the tunnel.
Michelle, I'm addicted to the car racing game! Brroooom brooom, Screeeeetttcchh ;)
Heather, We read tomorrow? :( pleeeeeaaaaasssseeee :D
"Fank ooh berry mush" Said the fox. hehehehe!
zat's it! Just wanted to make sure everyone knew I only have 1 day left ! ;D
Quote:
I couldn't choose, so today there are two:
Mac: "If you have some evidence I should know about..." Harm: "You'll eventually get it, and then you can plea bargain."
Mac: "In your dreams Cmdr"
Harm: "Ohh, you don't want to be in my dreams, Major?" Mac: "Red light Commander!"
Harm: "Red light? There was nothing sexual in what I said, and if you think there was, then maybe I should be giving you the red light"
And then:
Harm "Where were you raised?"
Mac "Where friends don't sandbag friends."
Harm "Thats somewhere in Ohio, isn't it?" Mac "Haha. cute does not work with me Harm"
Harm "I wasn't being cute. I was being funny"
Mac "Yeah, like when you fired that HNK in court?"
Harm "Well, I thought it was pretty funny when you ducked under the table"
Mac "I'm a Marine, Harm. Marines don't duck"
Harm "Well, what do Marines do?"
Mac "They take cover, but they never duck"
They're both from the episode Heroes
adios for now
Vaughn
I guess I'll talk about Vaughn today...
He's this guy I met on-line about a week ago. No... I'm not looking into him... He's just great to talk to. Someone different. He's a cop down in Luisiana (I can't spell it). But he's ex-navy, semi trained marine. He's great to talk to, I can tell him about anything, family problems, guys, school... and he tells me all his war hero stuff and the cases he's been working on. It's really cool. We have a lot of laughs.
He's like heather's "Big brothers" i guess... gotta run... exams await
quote:
MULDER: I need you on this, Scully.
SCULLY: You don't need me, Mulder. You never have. I've just held you back. I gotta go.
MULDER: You wanna tell yourself that so you can quit with a clear conscience, you can, but you're wrong!
SCULLY: Why did they assign me to you in the first place, Mulder? To debunk your work, to rein you in, to shut you down.
MULDER: But you saved me! As difficult and as frustrating as it's been sometimes, your goddamned strict rationalism and science have saved me a thousand times over! You've kept me honest... you've made me a whole person. I owe you everything... Scully, and you owe me nothing. I don't know if I wanna do this alone... I don't even know if I can... and if I quit now, they win.
That's it for today,
Toodles
He's this guy I met on-line about a week ago. No... I'm not looking into him... He's just great to talk to. Someone different. He's a cop down in Luisiana (I can't spell it). But he's ex-navy, semi trained marine. He's great to talk to, I can tell him about anything, family problems, guys, school... and he tells me all his war hero stuff and the cases he's been working on. It's really cool. We have a lot of laughs.
He's like heather's "Big brothers" i guess... gotta run... exams await
quote:
MULDER: I need you on this, Scully.
SCULLY: You don't need me, Mulder. You never have. I've just held you back. I gotta go.
MULDER: You wanna tell yourself that so you can quit with a clear conscience, you can, but you're wrong!
SCULLY: Why did they assign me to you in the first place, Mulder? To debunk your work, to rein you in, to shut you down.
MULDER: But you saved me! As difficult and as frustrating as it's been sometimes, your goddamned strict rationalism and science have saved me a thousand times over! You've kept me honest... you've made me a whole person. I owe you everything... Scully, and you owe me nothing. I don't know if I wanna do this alone... I don't even know if I can... and if I quit now, they win.
That's it for today,
Toodles
Tuesday, April 16, 2002
A Great 48 Hours
As everyone knows... a April break vacation for a senior + doing the IB = Studing for final exams. Yes, it's been a boring few days with an exception for the last 48 hours. Here's the aproximate itinerary:
8.30 Got up. I guess I'm still in a school mood because I got up so early.
9.30 worked on history. You should see this huge timeline I have set up in my room.
11.00 finallyafter trying to get Chris on the phone for who knows how long I found him on-line. TOpic of conversaition: wouldn't he look cute (and funny) in a bunny suit. Now I don't mean a playboy bunny outfit, but more along the lines of a large fluffy pink Easter bunny suit. Wouldn't it look great?
11.30 Biology ERG.
2.45 Chis comes over. He's playing body-guard for the Day. With all the Skinhead activity lately my parents wanted a guy with me... but he draws more attention to me, than away from me... good grief! ;p
3.10 We leave to go and meet Deb and Liz at Stockman
3.30 find Deb and Liz and wait for Heather.
3.50 with heather and Deb in Tow we go and eat.
5.10 Dad calls... I haven't made dinner for him yet, and It's a wild dash to my place. My dad's not happy.
5.20 we're here and my brother's on the phone... yippee... I miss him!
5.30 finally off the phon with Jan, Chris Heather and I go up to my room in an effort to play a game of Magic. Now, I play tournament rules, and haven't played in a while, but we soon find common ground. Heather's still trying to understand what the hell's going on. I hope she understands now.
6.10 After 2 games... Chirs one the first, I the second... we decide to do something else... watch X-files naturally. ;) First we watch Firewalker and then Aubrey. Damn Aubry is good... quite Scary. The three of us rate it as a great episode.
Apporx. 8.00 Chris leaves.
8.05 Heather and I decide to make some desert, and take forever at finding a recepie for which we have all the ingredience.
10.00 we call Deb. Neither of us know what a certain dish looked like... so we called Deb. In the end my dad handed us a dish and told us to use that.
11.30 We've finally got the thing in the oven. WE've put the topping in the fridge and cleaned the kitchen. On to my third obsession. The computer.
12.45 Dad goes to bed and HEather's reading my JAG fanfic... you never told me what you thought of it Heather.
13.00 We had our desert and went to get ready for bed. I worked on my story some and Heather played a little gameboy.
14.00 Heather's fast asleep and I fall asleep soon after.
Today.
11.30 we're both awake and crawling out of bed
11.45 Chris calls. Wants to know if I can come over to play D&D and Magic. I decide not to.
12.30 HEather helps me with some history. I have to do some work today!
1.00 I find a pack of cards and we tell eachother's love lives. It was really funny! Especially because of the guys we picked!
2.30 HUNGRY! TIme for lunch so we head downstairs, and while the Pizza's in the oven we make salad dressing for my dad and me tonight.
3.15 We decide to watch Sleeping Beauty I LOVE THAT MOVIE!
4.40 Heather leaves I finish watching the making of sleeping beauty.
5.10 Made the rest of the salad and stuck it in the fridge.
5.30 went on-line for some work
6.45 Dad comes home, and we decide to wait till after my chemistry lesson to have dinner.
7.00 Chemisty lesson. FUN. :(
8.20 Chemistry teacher leaves and we set the dinner table, we sit down to eat and... Mom calls
9.00 We finally get to eat.. the food's cold but we manage.
9.45 after a comfortable dinner I clean the kitchen and play a little piano....
Which lands is a 10.28 and I',m finishing my entry.
Quotation for the day:
They hear a noise:
Webb: What was that?
Harm: A pigeon.
Webb: A pigeon?
Harm: It's mating season. And sex is a full contact sport when you're a pigeon.
-JAG
8.30 Got up. I guess I'm still in a school mood because I got up so early.
9.30 worked on history. You should see this huge timeline I have set up in my room.
11.00 finallyafter trying to get Chris on the phone for who knows how long I found him on-line. TOpic of conversaition: wouldn't he look cute (and funny) in a bunny suit. Now I don't mean a playboy bunny outfit, but more along the lines of a large fluffy pink Easter bunny suit. Wouldn't it look great?
11.30 Biology ERG.
2.45 Chis comes over. He's playing body-guard for the Day. With all the Skinhead activity lately my parents wanted a guy with me... but he draws more attention to me, than away from me... good grief! ;p
3.10 We leave to go and meet Deb and Liz at Stockman
3.30 find Deb and Liz and wait for Heather.
3.50 with heather and Deb in Tow we go and eat.
5.10 Dad calls... I haven't made dinner for him yet, and It's a wild dash to my place. My dad's not happy.
5.20 we're here and my brother's on the phone... yippee... I miss him!
5.30 finally off the phon with Jan, Chris Heather and I go up to my room in an effort to play a game of Magic. Now, I play tournament rules, and haven't played in a while, but we soon find common ground. Heather's still trying to understand what the hell's going on. I hope she understands now.
6.10 After 2 games... Chirs one the first, I the second... we decide to do something else... watch X-files naturally. ;) First we watch Firewalker and then Aubrey. Damn Aubry is good... quite Scary. The three of us rate it as a great episode.
Apporx. 8.00 Chris leaves.
8.05 Heather and I decide to make some desert, and take forever at finding a recepie for which we have all the ingredience.
10.00 we call Deb. Neither of us know what a certain dish looked like... so we called Deb. In the end my dad handed us a dish and told us to use that.
11.30 We've finally got the thing in the oven. WE've put the topping in the fridge and cleaned the kitchen. On to my third obsession. The computer.
12.45 Dad goes to bed and HEather's reading my JAG fanfic... you never told me what you thought of it Heather.
13.00 We had our desert and went to get ready for bed. I worked on my story some and Heather played a little gameboy.
14.00 Heather's fast asleep and I fall asleep soon after.
Today.
11.30 we're both awake and crawling out of bed
11.45 Chris calls. Wants to know if I can come over to play D&D and Magic. I decide not to.
12.30 HEather helps me with some history. I have to do some work today!
1.00 I find a pack of cards and we tell eachother's love lives. It was really funny! Especially because of the guys we picked!
2.30 HUNGRY! TIme for lunch so we head downstairs, and while the Pizza's in the oven we make salad dressing for my dad and me tonight.
3.15 We decide to watch Sleeping Beauty I LOVE THAT MOVIE!
4.40 Heather leaves I finish watching the making of sleeping beauty.
5.10 Made the rest of the salad and stuck it in the fridge.
5.30 went on-line for some work
6.45 Dad comes home, and we decide to wait till after my chemistry lesson to have dinner.
7.00 Chemisty lesson. FUN. :(
8.20 Chemistry teacher leaves and we set the dinner table, we sit down to eat and... Mom calls
9.00 We finally get to eat.. the food's cold but we manage.
9.45 after a comfortable dinner I clean the kitchen and play a little piano....
Which lands is a 10.28 and I',m finishing my entry.
Quotation for the day:
They hear a noise:
Webb: What was that?
Harm: A pigeon.
Webb: A pigeon?
Harm: It's mating season. And sex is a full contact sport when you're a pigeon.
-JAG
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