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eh [Nov. 11th, 2005|08:48 am]
[feeling |contentcontent]

You scored as Indiana Jones. Indiana Jones is an archaeologist/adventurer with an unquenchable love for danger and excitement. He travels the globe in search of historical relics. He loves travel, excitement, and a good archaeological discovery. He hates Nazis and snakes, perhaps to the same degree. He always brings along his trusty whip and fedora. He's tough, cool, and dedicated. He relies on both brains and brawn to get him out of trouble and into it.


Indiana Jones


William Wallace


Captain Jack Sparrow




Lara Croft


James Bond, Agent 007


Neo, the "One"


Batman, the Dark Knight


The Amazing Spider-Man


The Terminator


El Zorro


Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0
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did i mention... [Oct. 31st, 2005|11:49 am]
[feeling |cheerfulcheerful]
[listening to |fresh prince theme.... down the hall XD]

that i missed monday because i was late coming back to tech, so i had to make up a lab on thursday.

the lab teacher was GORGEOUS.

he was a combination of mark walhberg and heath ledger. and it was beautiful. not too mention that he was brilliant, and a TA, and young, and married with the cutest little kid. and they went to a halloween party as the stages of metamorphosis (baby as a pupa, wrapped in a blanket; him as a chrysalis wrapped in cellophane; his wife as a butterfly with really big, homemade wings)

it was sweet.
he gave me an 'A' for participation.
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*tired* [Oct. 31st, 2005|10:15 am]
[feeling |confusedoy]
[listening to |the getup kids]

This weekend... was amazing.

I skipped my classes friday and drove home with Ashley Tabb- surprisingly we left around 9:45 and made it back home by 12:30. Yes, I'll admit, I did speed. A lot. But I wanted to be home.

I went straight over to Ian's, and all we did was watch cartoons all day. When he left for work, I chilled with Cate- we were our general hoodlum selves, catching up on the past week, and making both fudge, tortellini, and enchiladas. She left for Kenny's and I went back to Ian's, arms full of munchable yummies for when he got off work. I fell asleep on the couch(no! honestly! I did!) and ended up staying overnight rather than at Cate's like I planned. Saturday we pretty much just bummed around in pajamas and ate bagel bites while watching more cartoons. It was Freeman homecoming, so we went to an after party- only to be told that since we didn't bring any beer, we couldn't stay. Whatever- Denise, Ian, Hunter and I piled back into Nisey's old Blazer and headed back to hunter's house to trade lots of crazy stories and eat pizza. Sunday I got up, took Ian home, and proceeded to pack all my crap(While Maygen informed me of some startling developments at Freeman) and head on back to Tech.

When Ashley and I got back, I dropped her off and immediately headed to our Hokie Halloween setup. Every year VT has this program where we host a safe trick-or-treating environment for the small kidlings of the surrounding county. Because I'm in the RHF(Resident Hall Federation) I got to help plan, setup, and execute one of these little shindigs ^.^

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Also, I realized something about my friend Hunter. Hunter Barry(some of you may be acquainted with him) is your everyday Virginia redneck. Most of the time. People just don't seem to realize whats underneath his drinking, dipping, Southern persona. He's one of the sweetest men I've ever met- He'd rather hurt himself than cause a girl(of any age) harm, emotionally or physically. He takes care of his friends- if you need a place to crash, or some spare change, or even a meal, he's got you covered, for sure. If somebody is trying to hurt you, he'll come to your rescue. If you need to talk, he'll listen, and help. He's also a lot smarter than people give him credit for- he's a highschool dropout who is more articulate and wellspoken than some of the people I currently go to school with. He works 8 hour days, 5 days a week, and still finds time to study for his GED(He's teaching himself Algebra right now) in the spring. He knows more about mundane, everyday life than a lot of people. He's just hiding it all behind his soft-spoken redneck image.

This weekend, when we went of to Clagett's for that after-party, Clagett told us to leave because we didn't bring beer. Hunter bought all of the beer for Clagett that was at that party, and wasn't about to bring his own and watch other people drink it. He sticks up for Clagett a lot and gets him liquor and beer all the time, cleans up after all the parties, but gets treated like shit in return. It's so unfair.

Next week, I may or may not be coming home again. Darkest Hour is playing with Converge and The Red Chord, and that's gonna be an amazing show I'd rather not miss. The week after, I'll be in Tennessee visiting my grandparents(my grandmother had spinal meningitis and is recovering). I'll be home for half of Thanksgiving(I leave that Wednesday for Johnstown, Pa with Ian and family. Wish me luck on that endeavour) and, I'm back for winter break on December 13(til January 16).

Yikes. I haven't written this much in ages.
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i am the world's suckiest person [Oct. 24th, 2005|10:53 pm]
[feeling |crushedi suck.]
[listening to |fleetwood mac]

seriously.Collapse )
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*yawn* [Oct. 16th, 2005|07:56 pm]
[feeling |thoughtfulsleeeeeeeeep]
[listening to |welcoem to the jungle]

playing footsie
footsie - you like to goof around and laugh with
the people you care about.

What Sign of Affection Are You?
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nice girls [Oct. 13th, 2005|10:55 pm]
[feeling |pensivepensive]
[listening to |nada]

my myrlie posted this earlier... and it is beautiful.

"I found the following somewhere and I want to share it with all of you....

This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and **** up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.

This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.

This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.

This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.

So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.

So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other."
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(no subject) [Oct. 12th, 2005|08:07 pm]
[feeling |boredugh.]
[listening to |mediaeval baebes]

bah. i think i failed my chem exam.

scratch that. i know i failed my chem exam
conversely, i know i aced my practical lab exam for animal and poultry science
and i will pass fairly well my chem lab exam tomorrow.

i hate exam weeks. midterms can suck my proverbial left nut.
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*hates tuesdays* [Oct. 11th, 2005|07:16 pm]
[feeling |crappycrappy]
[listening to |Such Great Heights]

that's it.
i can't spend another dime.

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woot shadowfax! [Oct. 11th, 2005|10:36 am]
[feeling |busystudying...]
[listening to |joe le taxi]

You scored as Shadow Fax. Congratulations! You're Shadow Fax! The mighty steed that carried Gandalf the White into battle.


Shadow Fax








Fatty Lumpkin




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*le sigh* [Oct. 9th, 2005|11:17 pm]
[feeling |curiousmust.... sleep... now]
[listening to |the doors]

ian was here for the weekend. he came really super early friday(4am) and crawled into bed with me. i had forgotten how nice it was to fall asleep in the arms of somebody you love. i went to class anyways that morning and came back to my room to find him sleeping peacefully- and snuggled him more. even though it's barely been two weeks since i saw him last, i was outrageously excited for him to be here.

we spent most of our time either in christiansburg at the mall/movie theatre(saw Wallace & Gromit and Waiting) and playing collaborative snood on my computer. it was fun. he bought me new gauges(2s, hollow metal ones. i like them lots) we also mosied on over to our friend stephen's apartment and engaged in too much beer pong and watching of movies saturday night (drank from 7:30ish until 2AM) we went back today and played a few more rounds after lunch and then i said my goodbyes. i won't be back in richmond until november. thats a month. thats a long time. i would say that it's a scary long time, because last time i was gone for a month, i had a relationship crumble, but it had been well on it's way beforehand. i'm not so much afraid that it's too long to be without him, but that i'm just going to miss him that much more. luckily november is only a little ways away, and with november comes thanksgiving break, and just a few weeks after that, end of semester. then i can see him all the time. thats not so long to wait.

i'm also super excited that cate and shannon are coming up in two weeks- it'll be loads of fun to have them around. but til then, I have a tangled mass of RHF bullshit* and tests- 3 this week and 2 + a lab report next week.

*RHF bullshit: i'm the only one on our damn council who does anything/goes to meetings/plans events. i want to quit. those fuckers. damn them. >.<

i had a great weekend
it has worn me out
i've pretty much been napping since ian left because i was just that tired.
easy mac tastes AWFUL cold XD
snood is the shit
i need to go back to bed.... *falls over*
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