| 21/04/08: mother earth's diaphragm, sinister parrots |
[May. 25th, 2008|11:11 am] |
Took an incredibly small plane to Canaima. Claire was sitting copilot, with me and some guy sitting behind, and a young Spanish couple behind us. I was feeling pretty nervous, as small planes have a tendency to crash, but put myself at ease by thinking of what a crazy nineteen years it's been, and what a way to go! Am still alive, though, obviously. As we were about to take off, Claire said, "I feel like like we're going to Jurassic Park." Yeah, pretty much.
We are quite literally in paradise. Our room comes with a hammock on the front porch, and a view of the waterfalls. The hotel, which is spread out more in the manner of a village than a hotel, is housing barely anyone else. This was a much-needed escape from fickle human bullshit. Tomorrow we're going to head to Angel Falls, if meals are included here, because otherwise it's too bleeding expensive. And this afternoon we're going to some other waterfalls, apparently. I'm a piss-poor tourist, really; never remember the names of things, just kind of languidly take it all in. But that's the way to do things, if you ask me. Might I add that I'm lounging in a hammock as I'm writing this. Yes, life is good, as they say.
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[Sep. 25th, 2006|03:00 am] |
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Friends only, bitches. Comment to be added. |
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[Sep. 15th, 2006|08:17 pm] |
My hair is black now!
So I just emailed this guy about staying in a five-room share house with him and four other people. He's an Aussie, 22, and a film and philosophy major. This would be really sweet, because I'd be living with a bunch of different people in a HOUSE in the center of Paris! The center of Paris is pretty much the best place to live, too. So I'm calling him tomorrow to get more information about this place, and potentially living there. It's 500 euros a month, which is equivalent to about 630 US dollars. That's a pretty good deal for Paris. |
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[Sep. 14th, 2006|03:33 pm] |
I just got news from EICAR (the film school I'll be attending). It turns out that they will no longer be using the Cherbourg, Normandy campus, so I'm going to have to go straight to Paris!
Which is good and bad at the same time, of course, because I'm going to have to find accomodation at the last minute. There's no way I'll get a sweeter deal than I would have in Normandy (my own studio with a bathroom and microwave and mini-fridge for only 310 US dollars a month), but hopefully I won't live in a complete dump.
Either way, I'm going to have to live in my own place, instead of on-campus housing, which makes it about a million times more terrifying and exciting than before. Also, I'm going to have to reeeally bone up on my French. There's no way I'll survive in Paris with the basic stuff I know right now. At least it'll be easier when Colin finds his way here, for him to find jobs and/or school or such, and for us to have a place together.
I'm just so scared and excited right now. I can't wait, and yet I want more time at home to get ready and say goodbye. This is so crazy! |
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[Sep. 11th, 2006|03:12 pm] |
Colin and I have been dating for ten months today.
More updates soon...I have more writing to post as well.. |
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[Aug. 30th, 2006|02:59 pm] |
I haven't really written about my birthday yet, so I figured I would, for posterity.
I was woken up by Colin, who said I HAVE FIVE MINUTES TO GET TO WORK MY ALARM DIDN'T GO OFF! which is a horrible way to start your birthday. So we hurriedly got ready and I took the keys to the Mazda, only to back out and hit the Explorer. Fortunately, there was only a scratch, and one that my father hasn't noticed yet. So I ran out of the Mazda and into the Explorer and drove him to work in that instead. Mind you, this is at like 8:50 in the morning.
I spent the rest of the morning playing Sims 2 and grumbling to myself.
For my birthday, I received an iPod (with my name personalized on the back, ooh la la!), a case for my computer and iPod (for the flight), and some adaptors for electrical cords in Europe. I have stuff coming in the mail from my brother and sister, and Colin is currently working on finding me something since he has barely no money, and most of his money is either going to go to my parents or to his own flight to Europe eventually. I had German chocolate cake and low-fat ice cream (not because I wanted low fat, but because I have to have it due to the aftermath of getting my gall bladder removed). Then we drove up to Toledo and hung out with Alex and Lauren for awhile. It wasn't an incredibly memorable birthday, but it was nice.
Since then, I've just been getting sick at work (I threw up in the midst of doing dishes on Monday! And I called off work today because I got sick again this morning...) and playing more Sims 2...I also went shopping recently to get new clothes, and my own towel and washcloth for when I'm on my own. Also, I bought what I thought was a purse, but it ended up being a diaper bag. But whatever, I like it and it even has drink carriers (for bottles, I guess, but who cares?) so I can sneak drinks into the movies. Perfect. |
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[Aug. 29th, 2006|01:16 pm] |
Genevieve, Part Two:
The Theory of Death
Genevieve and I were sitting on the couch, watching the usual charade going on in Tess's apartment across from us, when she decided to break the usual silence by saying, "When do you think that girl is going to off herself?"
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[Aug. 27th, 2006|10:55 pm] |
I am just writing this to say that it is an OUTRAGE that that bullshit show 24 won so many awards at the Emmy's tonight, and Six Feet Under wasn't even nominated for best dramatic series! Has the world gone mad?! 24 is like a boring action show, and that last season of Six Feet Under was a fucking work of art, goddammit! A work of art! That show did wonders for the world of television and I had to sit through hours of stupid celebrities talking about Aaron Spelling and Barry Manilow singing and AHHH...
Television must be saved. HBO needs another show that can be as powerful and beautiful as Six Feet Under. |
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[Aug. 26th, 2006|09:26 am] |
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Today is my 18th birthday. |
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[Aug. 19th, 2006|05:36 pm] |
Lately I've been having ridiculously trippy dreams. I'm not sure if it's because of the vicodin they have me on (for the pain from the surgery) or if it's some sort of acid flashback that comes into my subconscious, but these dreams are fucking crazy. Last night I figured out death in one of them. I kept on seeing this very small part in an episode of Six Feet Under. Just so I don't give away any spoilers, it involved a deceased cast member saying "There is no death" in an elated tone of voice, and it was abundantly clear in this dream that once we die, we don't really die, we just live some more in some other sort of way. We keep getting born and dying and it never stops, and we never cease to exist. This was an incredibly comforting thought considering that my entire life I have not had any real faith of any sort, and so death has always been this huge mystery to me, one that I had several different theories about.
I feel much better about everything now. Even if I didn't figure it out, I feel like I did, and that's enough for me. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2006|11:21 am] |
Last night Colin and I went to go see Snakes on a Plane, which would have been a lot more enjoyable if not for the audience. Apparently students got discounts, and we had a mix of fat kids who play DDR in the Student Union, and drunk kids who drink beer in their front lawns while playing cornhole with a big sign that says THE DUKE LACROSSE TRADITION in their front yard. And I ask myself, the Duke Lacrosse Tradition? It's a tradition to brutally rape black strippers now?
Anyway, as I was saying, the audience laughed audaciously at the parts that were SUPPOSED to be funny. The reactions of most of them reminded me of junior high school students, quite honestly. The movie itself was enjoyable for what it was- completely ridiculous action film. But honestly, the plot isn't that much worse than your run-of-the-mill action flick. Of course, the whole plot flaw is- if this mob guy could get a bunch of ferocious snakes on a plane so easily, couldn't he of just bombed the plane instead? It probably would've been a lot easier. Colin and I expressed our disgust towards the audience, sending out an "old couple bitching in their rockers" sort of vibe, which is helped by the fact that I walk like an old person now to avoid the pain from the stiches in my stomach.
Now, I know that not all college students are drunken misogynistic assholes who play cornhole in their front yard and make stupid offensive signs that they must think are clever for some stupid reason. I mean, a lot of my friends are going to college and they're doing it to pursue careers and educations and everything. I just wish these retards didn't do it. A bunch of them were driving drunk yesterday too. Seriously, fuck them. |
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[Aug. 16th, 2006|01:43 pm] |
Hello everyone. I just got back from the hospital. I have four incisions in my stomach and they hurt like hell. I also have painkillers, which I plan to take up the wazoo.
Back to work on Friday...let's see if I can do it.
Finished a book about living in France while I was at the hospital. I'm more excited than ever before. |
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[Aug. 14th, 2006|09:40 pm] |
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I'm getting my gall bladder removed tomorrow. I have to be at the hospital at 6:30 in the morning (!) and the surgery doesn't start until 8. I'll be put asleep until the next day. I feel so weird about this. I'm sure it will be okay, of course, but it just worries me a bit. |
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[Aug. 13th, 2006|03:15 pm] |
I have this new macbook, and I'm totally crazy about it. Other than that, I've been finding excuses to drive. The Explorer is old (I mean, it was driven cross-country about twelve years ago...) and all rusted out, and there was a wasp infestation until about an hour ago when Colin and I sprayed it down. Oh, and we just got the radio to work again.
I'm in this sort of weird funk, and I'm sure it's something that most people go through after finishing high school and before going off to higher education. I realize I'm leaving, but I don't want to deal with it at all. I sort of just want to fall asleep and wake up on day in France. But I also want to savor these last couple months of being here with the friends that I have and enjoying their company, because who knows what will happen when I'm overseas?
I'm going to update with more writing soon. I just need to get all the "theories" onto this computer first. I just need some sleep. |
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[Aug. 11th, 2006|04:46 pm] |
I have a driver's license, I have a job, and I've been in a committed, healthy relationship for nine months.
wtf @ growing up |
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[Aug. 8th, 2006|09:45 am] |
Astrid and Daniel:
The Theory of Forgiveness
We sat on opposite sides of the room, looking at each other from the hard wooden stools that we sat upon. A single light bulb hung from the ceiling, and it swayed back and forth, each time making a delightful creeek sound. Daniel looked different. There were dark circles underneath his big blue eyes, and his greasy curls rivaled with mine. But mostly he just looked lost. He had never looked so lost in the two years we had been together.
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[Aug. 6th, 2006|08:17 pm] |
There are so many things I want to do, and so little time in which to do them! Busybusybusy.
My birthday is in exactly twenty days, and I'm very excited about it, even though my parents have pretty much told me that they aren't going to get me anything. The laptop they just bought me, which was supposed to have been a graduation present, is now my birthday present, apparently. I'd be fine with that usually, but this time there are things I really need. Like clothes. And things to go in my room in France. I'm so worried about everything, so much to the point that I just want to ignore everything and hope that everything turns out for the best anyway. But anyway, no presents for my birthday. Of course, I'm really fucking excited about the computer though, so it's no big deal. I just really want clothes. And need them. I don't think I've gone clothes shopping in at least a year.
Growing up is stupid. |
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[Aug. 5th, 2006|12:15 pm] |
At work, I ran into a coworker flat-out and badly bruised (possibly sprained or broke) my big toe. And what do I do next? Offer to cover his shift on Sunday, of course.
I was relieved to discover that the doctors finally found a cause for my burping. Keep in mind, this has been going on since mid-February. It turns out that my gall bladder isn't working properly and needs to be removed. I feel weird about this because I suppose we all sort of feel weird when we think about people cutting us open and tinkering with our organs. I guess I always sort of felt like I was the only one in the world who didn't have organs. I guess a lot of people try to think that way because it reminds us of who we are and mortality and all of that shit. Everyone thinks they'll be the one person in the world who will never die.
I guess I'm just freaked out at the thought of surgery. Everything about it. There really isn't a high risk at all that I will be in any danger due to this, but it still freaks me out anyway because accidents happen all the time.
Maybe this is typical for people who go overseas, but I'm starting to...not necessarily dread it, but deny it in my head. I also hate having to tell people what I'm going to do when they ask me if I'm going to college. I wish it was this huge secret that I had never told anybody about. I think about studying French and it becomes unreal to me. I really do need to study though, of course, and I need to work on getting my visa, but all I WANT to do is lay around and watch movies and keep my toe elevated and iced. It seems like sometimes I do these things to myself on purpose.
Oh, and I didn't get my license because the guy who tested me said I did a rolling stop, which I didn't. And furthermore, I checked the little sheet he had to fill out, and that should have only been minus five points, but he gave me an automatic failure for this nonexistent rolling stop. I have never felt so rejected and jilted, and all from a man with a bald head and an overbite. |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2006|02:22 pm] |
I now have a job, which means that I can now bitch about said job.
Although honestly, I really do love working at Pagliai's. It makes me feel like I'm at least doing something with myself, even though I'm slow at everything and new and all that shit.
But I do not understand why some employees try to do everything so fast. Especially dishes. We're never out of dishes! Ever! There is no need to do a shitty job at washing them just so you can wash them quickly.
Look at me, complaining about stupid things. |
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