Friday, April 25, 2003


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I won an award last night. There was an awards ceremony for the student life department at IUN, and I won an award for my outstanding success and contribution to the newspaper and for making it a great part of student life. I very rarely feel proud of myself, but this is one of those moments where I've got a case of hubris. I also got this nifty bag with it. What was weird was that I was the only one from the paper who won anything too. Well, unless you count Rahsaan, but he won a special award for all the stuff he does on campus anyway.

The Shakespeare festival went well. A lot of students and faculty showed up, so Shelli ended up having to run back to WiseWay for more food since we were running out of what we had.

And today is Friday. I have nothing going on today, so I think I'm just going to take it easy.

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Wednesday, April 23, 2003

Tuesday, April 22, 2003

This does not surprise me.
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Today we did another major graded scene in acting. Prof. Taylor had us reach into a paper sack and pull out an object, and we had to do an improvised monologue based on what we pulled out. I ended up pulling out this mug with a brush thing in it, like what men sometimes use to lather up to shave. Dad used to use something like that when he shaved back when I was just a kid, so I took that and just kind of ran with it. I wish I pulled out something different, though. I could have done MUCH better. But I got a 44 out of 50 on my last acting quiz, so it's not that bad.

You know what? I just got a new idea. Due to the theft of my Torrie Wilson picture, I am now going to do a picture of one of my heroes for when I go see him in concert this summer. You know who I'm talkin' about. Weird Al!! I still need to get my ticket for the Navy Pier show, but I'm holding out for a Merrillville tour date.

By the way, here's the Torrie pic (I managed to get a snap shot of it before the nasty WWE officials can destroy it...my art did NOT die in shame!):


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Saturday, April 19, 2003

Woah. I got my hair cut. It's short now. It's cut kind of like Jennifer Lopez's on her newer album cover. I like it, but I feel so nakee. I guess I'll get used to it, though.

That was about all that has happened in the last week. I'm thinking of going back to Rocky Horror tonight. Not sure yet, though. I'm going to see if I get any word back from Justice first.

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Thursday, April 17, 2003

Updating the Blog. Whee.

This isn't so much fun now since I deleted the old Blog. (Thanks so much, Dan...*evil glare*) But I guess I'll get back in the Blogging habit sooner or later.

I think Chris in my acting class likes me. He's nice, I suppose. But I'm just not interested. Something about him reminds me of Jacob, and...yeah. Been there, done that. I feel so weird, though. Should I be actively looking for a new boyfriend, or just let them come to me? I don't know. I'm at this point in my life where I want to have fun and maybe juggle a few guys around.

Dammit, I have a really bad zit on the bridge of my nose like right between my eyes. It hasn't even erupted yet, you can't see it, but it's starting and it really hurts like a bitch.

Last week, I had to go cover this thing for the paper. It was a discussion session with Rabbi Halpbern from the Temple Israel in Gary, mainly uncovering some of the big myths that people think about Judaism. Now, I was raised Baptist and I don't really consider myself to be a deeply religious person, but I think along the lines of a Jewish person. I may have the mindset of a Jew, but I believe in Jesus Christ. Basically, the Jewish religion is a law-based religion, and they have no concept of hell. They focus on being a good person now and not think too much about how their actions will affect their souls getting into heaven or not, and they live their lives according to the Ten Commandments. I tell you, I WOULD like to convert to Judaism, but I believe in the leaps of faith on God's behalf when Jesus walked the Earth.

Hunter got a mullet. I think he looks retarded, like a hillbilly or something. Oh well. Hair grows. I'm thinking of getting my hair cut, but I don't know how. I need to ask Emily how much she charges for a haircut, or else I'll go to Fantastic Sam's like I usually do. (I prefer them over Fiesta. I don't know why, but I just do.)

I can't think of anything else to report. Ta-ta for now.

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Tuesday, April 15, 2003

Dude, it's been at least a week since I've updated this thing. That's not good. But I've been kind of out of the loop in the last week or so.

Over the weekend, I went down to Muncie with the newspaper staff for the Indiana Collegiate Press Association conference. That seemed to go okay. We didn't win anything, but I enjoyed getting away from the house for the weekend. (The showers were worth the trip. Ahh....the pressure of the shower heads!)

And the BIG news. This really got my goat. I spent like four days drawing and painting that Torrie Wilson picture of her Playboy cover for the SmackDown show. Dan and Kevin take it, and after the pyros went off for the opening, some assclowns who worked for WWE confiscated it. They said it was "inappropriate." How can it be inappropriate when the week before on SmackDown they were pretty much glorifying Torrie's Playboy cover all around the arena and in the stadium on the TitanTron? Yeah, I'm plenty pissed. If the WWE wanted my picture that damn badly, all they had to do was offer to pay me for my services. Hell, Vince McMahon's a billionaire; he can surely cough the cash up.

That's about it. At least Mom and I took snapshots of my work of art. I would complain more about it, but I'm tired of ranting about it. All I can do now is be utterly bummed out by it.

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Sunday, April 06, 2003

what weezer song are you?

Yaaaay. I heart Weezer. And that's like my favorite song off one of my favorite albums. (Well, "The Good Life" comes pretty damn close.)

Today, my mom, my grandma and I are going to my cousin Kara's wedding shower. Great. Another place where there's going to be PLENTY of talk about getting married and future plans and all of that wonderful stuff. Well, I'll get to see some members of my mom's side of the family that I love to bits but never get to see (like Uncle Paul and Aunt Karen).

I think I've caught another cold. But this one probably won't stick around very long. This seems like the typical allergies associated with spring. I've got a congested nose and a sore throat and itchy eyes. And I'm tired and feel kind of crappy today. There was a time change in the last 24 hours, so I lost an hour of sleep last night.

Yesterday, I really sat down and did a thorough cleaning out of my closet. I'm putting a lot of winter clothes that I didn't wear all that much anyway down in the basement, and breaking out some of the nicer stuff for warmer weather (even though it's only going to get up to 50 degrees or so today).

You know...I like having the brownish-red hair, but lately I've been thinking of how I would look as a SUPER-blonde. Yeah, I've gone blonde before, but that was like a honey-blonde shade. (Or what I like to call "Britney Spears Blonde.")

I got done drawing Torrie Wilson last night. My brother and I were thumbing through that issue of Playboy with her on it, and we've realized something. There should be no big deal made over Playboy in the first place; the articles dominate the pictures of nakee girls. There's just much more in print than there is in photography. And ads, as well. More ads and actual journalism going on as opposed to the nakee chicks. And the nakee chicks...okay, this is from the viewpoint of me being a female. Big deal. So they're naked. So what? I see myself naked when I shower and dress. I have boobs. These models with very obvious boobs? So what? I've got them, too. And they're NICE. And REAL! *ha ha* Later today, I'm going to paint the Torrie picture.

That's all for now.

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Saturday, April 05, 2003

I am still listening to the new Everclear CD I got. This is some good stuff, man.

I literally have nothing to do today. I'll probably read some more of King Lear today when I'm done working on the Torrie picture.

Let's see...what's on my mind...I don't know. After what Stephanie told me yesterday (and which I've written in my regular paper journal), it puts even more of a damper on the situation at hand. Steph obviously doesn't like her, so why the hell should I? If she's going to treat Steph that way, then I can only imagine how she'll be with me, the little oddball that I am. (If anyone is curious to what I am talking about, then just IM me or ask me to my face.)

Sometimes I think things are just going to erupt into a hge fight between him and me, and whatever we've managed to salvage after all this time is going to be worthless. If he's truly in love, he's going to forget me and focus all on her, regardless of how I feel. Either way, it's a lose-lose situation. If he sticks true to his word and considers his friends to be more important than anything, then he's going to lose a girlfriend. If he sticks with her, then he's going to lose ME as a friend. I don't know. I see things unfolding too much like I was back in high school or something. This sucks serious sour frog balls.

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You poor, depressed child. A rain cloud seems to
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"Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)"

Ladies and gentlemen, of the class of '99.
Wear Sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Oh, never mind.
You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.
But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future.
Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind.
The kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.
Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.
The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive.
Forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters.
Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.
Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees.
You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance.
So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body.
Use it every way you can.
Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it.
It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines.
They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents.
You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings.
They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths:
Prices will rise.
Politicians will philander.
You, too, will get old.
And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund.
Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse.
But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia.
Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Friday, April 04, 2003

song of the day: "Volvo Driving Soccer Mom " by Everclear

Na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na

You know I used to be a bad girl
I got busy in the bathroom at my high school prom
Yeah I used to be a dancer at the local strip club
But now I know my right wing from my wrong

Yeah, yeah

I really used to be a bad girl
I had a threesome with my sister and her boyfriend Tom
I know I used to be a real wild child
But now I am a Volvo-driving soccer mom

Na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na

I really used to be a bad girl
I got busted for possession of my wizard-shaped bong
I used to love to do the things they tell me not to do
But now I'm different--now I sing a new song

I really used to be a bad girl
I got gang-banged in the bathroom at my high school prom
Yes, I used to be a real wild child
But now I am a Volvo-driving soccer mom

Na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na

Where do all the porn stars go
When the lights go down?
I wonder where all the porn stars go
'Cause when you need one, they are never around

I think they moved out to the suburbs
And now they're blonde, bland, middle-class Republican wives
They all have blonde, bland, middle-class Republican children
Blonde, bland, middle-class Republican lives

Where do all the porn stars go
When the lights go down?
I think I know where all the porn stars go
They all become Volvo-driving soccer moms

Na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na

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I got started on my Torrie Wilson work today. I'm pretty far along. I have all day tomorrow to work on it.

There was a really cute guy that came into work tonight. He was kind of young-looking, though. Best thing was he was pretty similar-looking to Elijah Wood. *gasp!* *sigh* *swoon* Dude, even that little eyebrow ring he had accented those pretty blue eyes. (I'm such a sucker for blue eyes.) He looked like he had a girlfriend with him, though. Ain't that a bitch?

Got some new CDs the other day. I got Everclear's Slow Motion Daydream and Beck's Midnight Vultures. One of these days, I think I will upload my database of all the CDs I have on here.

digitalpose.com is down for the next week. This sucks. I like to have some pictures downloaded on the Internet in case I can't send files to friends.

I had a rotten dream the other night. I dreamt that a situation arose where Dan (why can't I stop thinking about him? Can't get him off my mind. Maybe it's because I need to get adjusted to this whole "friends" thing with him.) had to choose between me and his new girlfriend. He picked his girlfriend. And he turns around, gives me this completely pitiful look and says, "I'm sorry, but if I want to keep a girlfriend, I can't be friends with you anymore." And they walk off together and leave me all alone in a cornfield. Does this mean anything? Am I going to be tossed to the side just so he can be happy? Is he not going to be the "great friend" he made himself out to be? Is this setting me up for the ultimate betrayal?

In other news, I got my layaways out at work. And I started another one. I'm thinking of doing my room with a Playboy motif to it. Every cover (to my understanding) has the bunny icon on it; it's either very obvious, or it's conspicuously hidden. This is what I want to do with my room. I want to have people search for the bunnies in my room. That, and I'm going to redecorate it so it's grown-up and sexy-lookin'. *yeah, baby...*

Enough for tonight. More later.

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Thursday, April 03, 2003

Welcome to the new Blog. Woo-hoo. *does the happy dance*

At the moment, I am in the newspaper lab chatting with Nichole on AIM, even though we are in the same room. *ha ha!* Man, we are easily amused.

Not too much to update right now. Waiting to go to work...even though I don't want to, but I am getting my paycheck today, so it's not all that bad.

At the mall, I need to look for the latest edition of either wrestling magazine. I'm going to try to get a picture done of Torrie Wilson for Dan and Kevin to lug with them when they go to SmackDown next week. And I HOPE it gets shown. I PRAY that it does. It better because Torrie's the Playboy pinup; she's getting all the attention now. I'll use glitter on it to get it noticed. :-D

Well, I'm going to save this and add more later.

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