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Name: Cletus
Country: United States
State: Delaware
Interests: *Curtis Fitzpatrick*, cello, apocalyptica, barbecued eel, bluegrass, chamber music, chocolate, classical music, coffee, dashboard confessional, electric bass, foreign languages, hello kitty, linguistics, Luis Fonsi, making out, Omnisoul, pink, Randolph-Macon Woman's College, science, stationery, stuffed animals, sushi, tennis, track, underwear, violin, Yo-yo Ma
Expertise: making a fool of myself in front on my lover...
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  BritCell918
Member Since:
1/24/2003
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| Fatima was playing some salsa music on Tuesday night, and I was dancing and stuff. so all of sudden, everything got all blurry in my right eye. after a minute or two, everything was clear again. a few minutes later, the same thing happened again. and then again. I looked at my eye in the mirror, and it looked kinda funny. so I went to the bathroom where the lights are bright and stuff, and my eye was all bloody. so I told my RA, and she called the RD. they decided I should go to the hospital. I called my dad and asked what he thought. he said I should wait and see how it was doing tomorrow, but the RD was like "well, he can't see it. you should go to the hospital." so I went. the security people drove me and Fatima. after waiting for about 3.5 hours and seeing an old lady on a stretcher who said "somebody come help me," the doctor came and looked at my eye with a microscope and determined that I had a little tear in the corner of my eye. outside of my eye, not on the eyeball or anything. it was just so close to my eye that the blood was getting in. it should be ok in a few days if I put the Bacitracin on it, but until then, it might continue to bleed sometimes. so then Fatima and I were hungry while we were waiting for someone to pick us up. that hospital had the most awesome set of vending machines I've ever seen. they had white castle cheeseburgers! Fatima was like "dude! they're only $1.50! you have to get them!" after we ate those, we had Lunchables because we were still hungry. Fatima had never had them before, but I guess she likes them. we have a sign on our door that says "give me Lunchables or give me death." yep. that's my ER story.
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| - Perfectwow. last night was a big night. the study abroad program to the University of Reading no longer exists. (fuck the Board of Trustees) my school is finally on facebook. the faculty had their September picnic where they all get drunk, which means I had to work. Isabel made me buffet captain. what the freak is that? some person dragged her roommate out into the hallway and messed up the girl's arm. crazy people! somebody was cooking and set off the fire alarm. something else big happened, but I can't remember. all that is enough, I think. at least no one's underwear got stolen out of the washing machine this time. seriously, what are you gonna do with someone else's underwear? can you fit it?? even if you can, that doesn't make it ok or any less gross.
I think I like country. anyone heard of Sara Evans?
I rearranged my room today, which unfortunately involved some cleaning. it looks so much better now even though it's still kind of a mess.. maybe I'll post a picture. or maybe I won't because certain people complain when I post pictures. (<- Liz)
my ballet teacher was like "miss thang over here" because my degage' was too high. it's weird to be singled out like that.
watched Mommie Dearest last night. it was interesting. I recommend it to everyone. I think it's based on Joan Crawford's life insanity. she was definitely insane. she tried to strangle her daughter. she also beat her with a wire hanger. you can't tell me that's normal. | | |
| I had my first collegiate cross country race on Thursday. actually, it was just a scrimmage against a local high school, but our "coach" (physics professor) says we can call it our first collegiate race. so, yeah, I ran 5 minutes slower than my slowest time ever. the coach wants me to run the Saturday race, but I think I'd better wait a couple weeks. I could barely walk the next day, which sucked because I had class at 8 am. speaking of classes...
MWF: 8:00-9:00 Music Theory 3
9:10-10:00 Zoology
10:20-11:20 Calculus 1
11::30-12:30 General Chemistry
M: 1:50-4:50 General Chemistry Lab
yeah, 7 hours of class on Monday. isn't that just wonderful?
W: 1:50-4:20 Zoology Lab
6.5 hours of class. yup.
TTh: 9:25-10:40 Ballet
3:20-4:20 Music Theory 3 Lab
notice the gap between classes. how f-ed up is that? I basically do nothing between those classes: take a really long shower, have lunch, play on a computer. yup. homework? of course not.
my 18 credits aren't killing me yet. my roommate has DDR, and I'm getting kinda good. it's a good way to get your mind off classes. my theory lab teacher said we should play DDR because it's sight-reading and rhythm. wow. I am a lot better at it now that I do sight-reading every week in class. I was so surprised that I didn't fail every level.
anyway...I ran 3.8 miles today. it felt really good, probably because we were in the woods. I love the woods. the sidewalk next to Rivermont Ave isn't so nice. yick. treadmills are nice, but my hip hurts after awhile. I probably still have that little problematic tendon. bleh. I think I'm actually getting better at cello. imagine that. | | |
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| yep. I'm in Brooklyn. tomrrow (actually I should say today) I'm going to Atlantic City. yay. I might be on The Price Is Right, except it would be a bootleg simulated version and not the real tv thing. I could still win a car, though. we don't know if you have to be 21 to be a contestant. I going with that guy my mother lives with. my mother has to work. won't that be fun. since I can't gamble, we're just gonna have the free buffet and maybe do some sightseeing. yeah, I'm gonna be a tourist. on Sunday, we might go to Rye Beach. I wanted to see Joan, but she's in Egypt and won't be back until late Saturday night. I might get to see her on Monday, or maybe I'll decide to stay here until Tuesday. I bought 2 bikinis at a hoochie store and only spent $20. I found an awesome pink skirt in my mother's closet and told her I'm taking it. then she gave me a white one and a shirt to go with it. it's one of those tiered skirts that everyone has. I found out Randolph-Macon is gonna have a cross-country club. that means I can stop being out of shape. I also found out the guy I like is gay. that's nice. I've been looking at Rutgers University and liking it. better start on that transfer application. I'll actually have to audition for them. the callous on my pinky is completely gone. maybe if I play 6 hours a day for 2 weeks instead of not at all, it'll come back. I tried liverwurst today. it wasn't bad. my mother wants to take me to a dentist on Monday. that would be the first time I've ever been to one. I've got a wisdom tooth just poking out, like it wants to come all the way out but is too lazy. it's too bad I can't go to Cheryn's birthday thing. I hope everyone has lots of fun, though. I've been thinking about a semi-permanent hair color. how about purple? or blue? I want something dark. maybe only a bit of tint. will it be like that anyway since I have dark hair. I don't want something bright or outrageous. hightlights? not extremely noticeable. does anyone know anything about that? |
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| what I saw today:
a woman walking around in a bra with no shirt.
a woman with purple weave.
a convertible mini cooper. (is that what those little English toy cars are called?)
a woman in McDonald's yelling that she wanted her money back because her food was cold.
a bunch of people on the bus trying to keep anyone from sitting next to them like they paid for 2 seats.
a crapload of Mustangs. it's like everyone has one except me.
hoodlums trying to get library cards.
the hot supervisor rolling his eyes so hard that I thought they would fall right out of his head.
a bunch of people with nappy hair.
a bunch of hoodlums staring at me.
little kids with dirty mouths.
a white little boy who was afraid to go near a black woman.
roaches in the Clayton Hall kitchen.
not a single cloud. darn.
last night, I dreamed I stole Rob Larue's cello. I wonder if I should be concerned about that. maybe it's because last night I watched the episode of Law & Order when a woman's violin was stolen. that was by far the best episode I've ever seen. I'm such an orchadork.
I get paid on Friday. yay! then I can buy my cello stand so my cello won't be sitting next to my bed ready to get stepped on.
I've finally figured out why people read romance novels. I'm not talking about V.C. Andrews. I mean full-out, harlequin, sex books. it's because they have such happy endings. sure, they're full of wild, hot sex, but they tend to end with a marriage and everyone being all happy. it really makes you feel good to read an ending like that. or it depresses you because you wish your life could be like that. either way, they endings are happy.
I was chilling and listening to "Checking U" by Contramano, and my computer just restarted by itself. what the freak? | | |
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