| | Current Music: | a little tune on the guitar | | Subject: | storm | | Time: | 09:01 pm | | Current Mood: | contemplative |
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| I have just spent the past hour reading the confessions of the oh-so-witty college folk I consider my friends....thank Livejournal for my uselessness. I should be doing laundry and washing the 1 pair of good jeans I have to my name, among other items. But no, I'm sitting at my computer, picturing Becca Hansen gallivanting around London, so far away, excited to come home, but sadder to be leaving her new home, and envying her for the amazing experience she's had abroad...making mistakes, falling in love all over again with the same person, and falling in love with a city and its people. I read Michael Tosca's entries and wish I was able truly cherish a connection so personal like that, but cannot because well, I haven't had a relationship so I haven't experienced that kind of intimacy and vulnerability and comfort. I truly have amazing friends...and they are living amazing lives...and I'm being an idiot and sitting here wishing I was having their experiences and taking my own for granted.
Ernst & Young starts in a few days. And I am SO excited. So much to learn and experience this summer...my friends have either already started their internships or will start this Tuesday. I drive up to Boston on Tuesday afternoon, check into the Fairmont Copley Plaza hotel where E&Y is putting us up for the week, and after frolicking around Boston for the evening with Laura, go to sleep in anticipation of an almost new beginning. I say almost because it's not really a beginning, more of an interlude. But part of me hopes that it will be an experience I can call my own...every once in a while I need to have something that is mine...I wonder if sometimes that need pushes people away? I think people understand me more than I understand myself sometimes. Whatever I take from this experience will go with me into my final year of college...and then it's done...I'm a UConn alumni, I'm thrown into the real world, ready to experience, but not quite willing to accept that I couldn't experience everything I wanted to in 4 years as an undergrad. I gave Kavita her scrapbook yesterday...finally. I think she liked it : ) She's all grown up now...no longer an undergrad. And I know she feels the same way...frustrated that it's over and that there were some disappointments, but excited about what the future holds...
On a less pensive note, I am going to the beach tomorrow. YAAAY. I tried on bathing suits today in hopes I could find something that likes me...they all hate me. And I hate them. Stupids. So we'll go back to last year's bathing suit...cause it fits, it looks good, and I can't find anything to replace it. Hmm. I did however find some cute dress pants at H&M. I think I'm set for business attire for the near future, at least until I can do some observing of the day-to-day attire of my coworkers and go from there. After shopping and making my first trip to Coldstone Creamery, Jubilee and I went to visit Nicki and Eric at the Pavilions...their common rooms alone must each be twice the size of the charter oak common rooms.
Hilltop Apts. better be ready in August or someone will DIE.
BECCA COMES HOME IN 3 DAYS!!! Except I'll be in Boston when she lands in Boston, but I probably won't see her unless I can somehow get to the airport if she happens to land at the airport when I have a chance to see her but I don't know if that's even a realistic idea cause her family will be there and E&Y might have plans for the interns and blah blah. But a nice thought. Another nice thought...a revival of Chabuya emails. This year was a poor example. Livejournal apparently did not hit it off among all members of the sisterhood (of the traveling pants? or of the stationary skirt?). So next year we're back to emails every week. Probably a better idea, since then it's in your face everytime you check your email...which was the original idea, but for some reason we had problems with keeping up on the writing...and then when people didn't write there were no emails in the box, and then we didn't remember to write and it was a vicious cycle...is that even how you spell vicious? Whatever.
K. Laundry. Er no. No laundry. Laundry tomorrow. Let's work on the Jorgensen manual. And then sleep...dreaming of interludes and sand between my toes. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | AAR: Move Along...not sure how I feel about it yet | | Subject: | SUMMERTIME!!! | | Time: | 12:15 am | | Current Mood: | exhausted |
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| Guess who FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY removed herself from schoolwork, a whole four days after everyone else was done (the last day of finals). MOI! Yay! 30-page paper is handed in, handbook is submitted (not as good as it could've been, but I can't say I really care at this point cause it's SUMMER). It's so nice to be home. I've been rather philosophical lately, but I'll save that for another time because it's 12:15 and I've been staring at a computer for far too long and just want to sleep.
Tomorrow's plan. One more little side project to finish and then I'm hanging out with the soon-to-be 21 Kavita Tahilani, recent graduate from the University of Connecticut's class of 2005.
Nite nite. | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment  |
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The Keys to Your Heart
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You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. |
In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored. |
You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy. |
You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please. |
Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets. |
Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. |
You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. |
In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now. |
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| SPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG FEEEEEEVVVEERRRRRRR
Is that enough letters for you, Mike? I did that just for you.
The flip flops are out again. No jacket. It's gorgeous outside. Oh but where am I? I am in the dark basement of the Jorgensen...back to no windows. *tear* Save me. One day, I will get a bulldozer and knock down a wall...actually, a wall might not do it. I think a ceiling needs to go too. Someday.
"So I see my friend eating a peach and I say “did you know you were eating a plant ovary?” Yes, this is what AP Bio has done to me. "
I saw that in my sister's live journal. It made me laugh. Oh bio. A class I loathed in high school...one of those situations where the teacher totally sucked and ruined the subject for me. Now when I think bio...I think spoons dipped in cow brain and then offered as ice cream utensils. Esposito was a terror.
I'm trying to cut down on coffee. I can't really afford to spend 4 bucks on a mocha every day. I can't afford anything right now. Someone, please give me a paycheck. At least I have my Inca Kola. A healthy alternative to drugs. And by healthy I mean it has....oh nevermind. I was looking at the bottle to see how much sugar is in it. It doesn't say. Consumir preferentemente antes de la fecha indicada en el envase. Excelente. Eso es todo. Yay for sugar. After the soda from the home country is gone...I don't know what I'm going to do. Hopefully by then I'll have 1000 dollars in my bank account....the $1000 that was supposed to be there a month ago...but someone hasn't paid me. We won't talk about it.
I can't even go driving today. So sad. I'll drive to Honors Council...and then I'll drive back. By then it'll be dark. By then, it'll be cold. And by then, I'll be in slight panic mode because I have crap due tomorrow that I haven't started.
There is a girl on campus with the name Jenilee Frost. How cool is that?! I know this because I just spent an hour inputting names into a mailing list at the Jorgie. And now it's time for class.
I want to drink this Friday. Party! PAYCHECK!
Much love. V | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Stella....not a song. BEER | | Subject: | boring | | Time: | 11:55 pm | | Current Mood: | sleepy |
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| I can be such a party pooper, honestly. There never seems to be any in between. Either I start getting really tired early on, the blood rushes to my cheeks, I end up getting a headache, and then by 11pm I'm ready to go to bed. Everyone else is still making plans to go to the bar. OR I get drunk early on, the blood rushes to my cheeks, and I have a good time! The latter is obviously the more favorable experience. I don't mean to be a stinky party participant. I have no control over my cheeks. Who knew blushing could lead to full-on head pain?
Tonight we went to see a comedy show in a pub in Manchester. Mr. Steph Boykin himself was putting on a show...and what a show it was! He totally rocked the stage. : )
46 days until summer break. April is coming...the next few weeks will be tough. Keeping my chin up.
The show yesterday was awesome. I can't say enough about how much it meant to have my friends and family there to support me. There were some new faces there too!
Time for bed. Yeah yeah I'm boring. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Queen: Bohemian Rhapsody | | Subject: | Spring fever | | Time: | 08:55 am | | Current Mood: | bouncy |
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| Spring is HERE!!
At least, it was until the radio DJ announced that we're expecting up to 6 inches of snow tonight. Way to bring me down.
The "warm" weather over the past week has resulted in adventures in the Kia. Windows down. Blasting music. That's the life. AND FLIP FLOPS oh how I love this season. I went to class yesterday without a coat. It was amazing. Julie and I went for a drive between 4ish and 5ish on our beloved route 320. Mike can attest to our excitement. We saw him running (Mike? run?). We slowed down and started screaming at him excitedly until he informed us that a car was coming. We bid farewell. Drove up to the Ashford D&D first and cut Verve Pipe off to stop for some Coolatas. I mocked someone to their face again. In London, we were talking to the porter about how to get to Windsor Castle. He tripped over his words and kind of made the "blahbali" sound that communicates "I can't talk but I'm trying to and it's not working." Being the friendly and sympathetic person I am, I giggled good-naturedly and...copied him. WHAT? COPY HIM YOU SAY? YOU MOCKED HIM TO HIS FACE? It wasn't intended as mocking, honestly. For some reason, I thought it was a nice gesture...I WAS TRYING TO SYMPATHIZE. Anyway, I did it again in Dunkin Donuts yesterday. Julie couldn't control herself..she was practically rolling around on the floor. Makes me wonder how often I do it when I don't have Julie or Safia to watch me.
The rest of the drive was good. We blasted Bohemian Rhapsody upon arrival to the junction of 195 and 320. By the time we were on campus, it was at the part where the song goes crazy...all our jumping around shook the car.
Birds are chirping outside. They're going crazy! ...Oh wait. They stopped. It's been 15 minutes. They heard the snow was coming. They're going to die.
Love V.
P.S. I have a performance this evening from 6-8 at the Husky Bean! You should come.
P.P.S. We got an apartment in Hilltop!! Theme parties! Craft room! Potted plants! Curtains! I'm so excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don't think I used enough exclamation marks. The birds are chirping again. I love you! Don't leave me again! | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Idlewild: Love Saves Us from Loneliness | | Subject: | I MISS MY GIRLS | | Time: | 03:48 pm | | Current Mood: | depressed |
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| TAKE ME BACK TO LONDON
So this past week was good. Actually it was really good. Actually it was FUCKING AWESOME.
I don't want to be here. Yesterday while we were packing I was excited to get out of the hotel. Living out of a suitcase gets old. But once I was back home, all I could think about was how much I missed my girls already. After spending a week with them, sharing incredible times and stories, and after looking at all the pictures, I just want to go back. I want to take the tube to Earl's Court and see Becca. I was to go walk down the street to Cafe Nero. But no. I'm going back to UConn, doing shitty work, going on duty at 7pm, waking up tomorrow morning to go to work and class, and then coming back to a dorm to do more work. I hate the thought of it.
I could, at this time, go into detail about my trip, the famous people I saw (Joshua Jackson woohoo), the retarded things I said and did with the Chabuyas, etc., but honestly, it'll only make me more depressed to describe it all in this damn journal. If you'd like to hear stories, I'll tell you personally and you can look at my pictures.
I miss my Chabuyas : ( | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | London Night Mix - brought to me by of Mr. John Guathier | | Subject: | LONDON BABY | | Time: | 09:35 pm | | Current Mood: | indescribable |
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| Halfway through the semester at last! In less than 24 hours I'll be on my way. Chabuyas invade London indeed. : ) After this, there's only summer to look forward to. I'm sick of this winter bullshit. Bring on the warmth and sun! (Go figure, I chose London as a spring break destination...the weather isn't any better there). This past week, I didn't even think about the trip. Didn't have time. It didn't hit me until Jocelyn said bye to me after the coffeehouse..."I'll see you in London!" And then it hit. Great story, Vanessa.
The past few days have been a time for reflection...in between studying for exams and stressing out about other stuff. So many great things have happened this semester. Without a doubt, this has been the best semester of college ever. There have been low points...but I'm learning from them. I think I'm doing a little bit better on the control aspect of my life (my need for it, that is). I am, however, worried about my success rate. Life is good...and I think it's getting to my head. I'm getting hints anyway. Need to tone the excitement down maybe? Whatever. I'll work on it. I had dinner with next year's roomies this week! Got to meet Olivia, who's AWESOME. I'm psyched to live with her and Nicki. I can't wait for next year. We're going to have theme parties! I can't wait to decorate the apartment!!!
Not having a guitar in London is going to be hard. I'll have to rely on my little lyric book for jotting. May the lord spare us if I suffer from withdrawal...maybe one of Becca's friends will just happen to have one? I guess I'll bring my pick with me, just in case : p Cross your fingers 'cause I feel some more sad songs coming on! What can I say...it's the only kind of music I know how to write.
I have been told I am an intimidating woman. Maybe I'll work on coming off as more helpless? I'll practice in London...
Eh screw it. Who am I kidding. I'll work on acquiring a cute accent instead! That's more realistic. My laugh is too loud and obnoxious to come off as helpless. Can I still find a hot foreigner for a bit of snogging? According to Nicki, that's my mission in the 7 days and 6 nights I'm in London. I said I'd try. She said I will. Her faith in my seduction abilities is heartening.
If not, there's always the Chabuyas. HAH
Here's to all the lads of London...may our times together be joyful!
Here's to the British pubs and all the drinks I'll consume!
I hear British coffee sucks. Here's to British tea!
LONDON BABY!
Rock on. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Ask Her | | Subject: | Yogurt | | Time: | 11:29 am | | Current Mood: | calm |
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| Yogurt is milk spoiled by bacteria. So does it go bad?
Yes. Yes it does. It tastes sour.
Goodbye. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| I have had one of the most amazing nights of my life. I met Matt Nathanson. I hugged Matt Nathanson. I told the story of how I met him an hour later and burst into tears because I was so happy. And for the past two hours I've been sporadically bursting into tears...maybe I'm PMSing? Or maybe I just love to love music so much it hurts. The last time I got that emotional from being so happy was when I got an opportunity to record when I was in high school. I'm noticing a pattern here.
What happens next. | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Oh Happy Day | | Subject: | Gospel | | Time: | 02:28 am | | Current Mood: | tired |
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| | I saw Soweto Gospel Choir last night and it was so beautiful, I cried. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Ooops. Good thing there's a delete option for messages. *sigh* | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Box of Matches | | Subject: | Drained | | Time: | 08:09 pm | | Current Mood: | confused |
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| So I was on some sort of high for the past 24 hours...a high that resulted in the composition of 3 songs. I can't explain it but I'm grateful. One would think that in writing 3 songs, there'd be a happy tune in there right? Well, there's happy music! But lyrics...negative on the happiness. One is about growing apart, one is about something having to do with a box of matches, and the other is about confusion? I don't know, the song confuses me. In any case, none of them will make you feel warm and fuzzy inside. But hopefully they'll take you away to another place and you'll like listening anyway.
The high is over now. I'm drained. Talk about crashing...geez. Maybe I have a fever again? I don't know. My eyes hurt and I have a headache. It's 8:13. Way too early to go to bed. Psshaww go to bed. Puh-leeze. I'm heading over to Nicki(aka. Sexy)'s place around 9 for some movie watchin' and girl time (bitching about the stupid population that is the male species and maybe some cattiness about airhead girly girls perhaps...who knows). Nothing like quality time! For sheezy.
Went to the mall with Rishi so he could order some replacement glasses. Ate at the cafe. Now have a rock in my stomach.
Man I am so tired. Some girl next door is yelling at her mom on the phone.
Jocelyn just called to see how I was feeling. : ) I love my girls. So loving.
I have 40 minutes till I leave this joint. I'm feeling claustrophobic! | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | #41...it's 32:49 long. Word. | | Subject: | FLU | | Time: | 05:36 pm | | Current Mood: | crazy |
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| Of course, I choose an uneventful evening to write in this thing. I have the flu. Or what I think is the flu. Who gives a fuck? It's miserable.
The good news is Mom brought soup.
In other news, there comes a time when you put your trust in people and then realize that they're not ready to meet up to the expectation. The apology makes it a little better; a lack of one makes it much worse. I guess that's all I'm going to say about that.
Aside from a few low points, I've had a fantastic week. The Jorgensen site went up, http://jorgensen.ct-arts.com/. I had a very productive meeting with my BLAW professor about the independent study I'm doing this semester. I met Dane Cook and stood on stage in front of a sold-out Jorgensen crowd. Pretty damn sweet.
Anywho, I'm spooning with Tylenol Flu in the room on this fine Friday night and living vacariously through the godlike entertainment that is Dave Matthew's Band. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| The first week of classes is over! Yay! It's been a pretty amazing week for a number of reasons. Concerts, opportunities, birthday planning, etc. All around, a great time. This semester is going to rock.
The past two nights I've had the strangest dreams...one of them I'd rather not go into..the other one had knives. Another one I'd rather not go into. The weirdest part is that I'm having dreams period. Usually when I'm at school I don't have them...I think I'm usually too stressed out to dream. I just pass out. I guess I'm not stressed out right now. I'm not complaining. But I'm not used to having dreams at school, especially the weird ones I'm having now so it's kind of just sketching me out a bit.
I keep reading Becca's live journal. I want to go to London. Actually, right now I'd prefer to go somewhere tropical. Or even remotely warmer than CT. I want to go to Peru. The closest thing I've got is Inca Kola...oh heaven.
Lunch time. Peace. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| I'M TWENTY-ONE!!!!!!!
Guess what I'm doing tonight. Muahahahahah | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Lady licking herself | | Subject: | Update take 2 | | Time: | 09:06 pm | | Current Mood: | restless |
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| So I had this big update thing ready to go last night...but then my dad disconnected from the Internet while it was uploading...and it was gone. It wasn't that good anyway. But I was irritated that I wasted time on it only to see it disappear into the world of lost connections and broken dreams. Wow that was terribly bitter.
Anyway, to continue with the bitterness, let me bitch some more. It snowed. Yes, thank you, Captain Obvious. My Jorgensen training scheduled for Wednesday is hopefully set to be rescheduled for Monday. I was supposed to record today with Hartel. Monday is the only other day he can do it. So that's not going to happen. Tomorrow is another internship/lazy day. I need to finish this cover letter and resume shit I'm doing for the plethora of internships I'm applying to for this summer. Applying to internships is a scary experience, not to mentiona royal pain in the ass. I'm great at procrastinating what I don't feel like doing. Applying to internships is like applying to college...except this particular experience, if it works out the way I think I want it to work out, will have a sad effect on my personal wallet. No scholarships for internships. New York City is an expensive place to live. Not to mention I have to feed myself. All in all, so many things to think about. The paperwork needs to get done though. Once I get back to school, I'm going to be procrastinating all over the place. I'll certainly have enough to worry about with the six classes I'm taking. A change from last semester's light, four-course load. Anyone up for a six-course meal instead of college graduation? That's what I thought.
I'm reading Atlas Shrugged again. It's my favorite book. I read it the first time in high school. It's deep and philosophical and it makes me proud to be the person I perceive myself to be. I am also madly in love with John Galt. This is my second read through. It's long. My goal is to finish it on the way back from London in March. A good portion of it will be completed on the airplane rides to and from.
By the way, happy news! 6+7 is 13! 20+1 is 21! Please keep those numbers in mind when shopping over the next week. I assure you, they're important. In one week I will be legally competent and able to provide myself with my own provisions. How much does it cost to replace my vertical underage license with something decent? It can't be that much. | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | She Wrote Down -- IP | | Subject: | vacation | | Time: | 11:27 am | | Current Mood: | irritated |
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| I'm HOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
And now that this first week of vacation is coming to an end, I'm forced to acknowledge that I have only 2 weeks and 5 days left to pretend I'm not a full-time student. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for education. I like going to class. What I do not like is the time commitment associated with being on campus. When I'm on campus, I have no life.
Off to Walmart and Headliners and other fun places...talk about last minute shopping for Christmas gifts. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | A weird squeaky noise in the next room | | Subject: | Bored as fuck. | | Time: | 12:58 am | | Current Mood: | gloomy |
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| I finished finals on Thursday. I'm ready to go home. I'm here till Sunday. I read Becca's live journal postings. She took quizzes. I'm taking quizzes because I'm bored.
Muahaha. Nothing like some completely generalized revelations to amuse you on a Friday night.
I love my Chabuyas. I hate other things. Good night. | comments: Leave a comment  |
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